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Day 28, Sushi Didn't Happen.


I got off work a little late tonight and moved on to the commissary to get a few additives to the exciting night I was going to have. It looked like SUSHI, and maybe some Chinese dumplings. Pop a goofy movie in the DVD, and just collect dust. Yes...lazy night. No going to see people, and no going out to some fancy dinner. A very lovely selfish night in. Peace and quiet.

After acquiring some Low Sodium Soy Sauce, Miso Soup mix, Fresh Shrimp...I headed to the house. Pulled out the new knives that I just purchased for Jessica and began thawing the Shrimp. California Rolls and Shrimp Rolls are my thing. I am not completely RAW SUSHI, just yet...

As I continued to prepare, I opened the refrigerator door to pull out the 'sticky-rice' that Jessica had PRE-pared for me before she left. Locked tightly in a tupperware box...I placed it beside the pre-rolled sea-weed paper. My lips...delighting, with anticipation of making my favorite meal. I popped the lid on the tupperware...and to my surprise...the rice was not sticky at all ...as a matter of fact it was quite HARD...CRUNCH...and yes nasty tasting...(I atleast tried it). Then...suddenly all my best laid plans...POOF!!!

Dinner Meal: Raw Shrimp,(no cocktail sauce), dumplings, and Miso soup. Not exactly what my expectations were set for.

Bottomline: The life that we live is filled with moments where your expectations of events are not met with there reality. One my chief points of any marriage counseling is to insure that both parties understand this. One spouse will expect a HIGH CLASS Dinner date on Friday, the other may assume Dinner and little love'n afterward. Both parties might be sadly mistaken, when High Class Dinner becomes, McDonalds, and an unexpected phone call from a relative or friend. Becoming too demanding that your expectations MUST be met, is clear sign of selfishness.

If you are going to make it through this life, understanding that from time to time...you might get 'nasty rice' out of the fridge. Smile, laugh...and eat the Raw Shrimp...it could be worse.

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