Overdosing on the Judds lately.
I know I am not the only one.
So love that gold dress!
Why Not Me?
Mama He’s Crazy.
So, I sent flowers to my good friends. I wrote about my other bud Red here. They went out of their way for me over a two-day period of stress. If not for them, I think I would have sunk.
I talked to one this afternoon. She received the bouquet. She called me an asshole. (In a good way.) She cried and thanked me profusely.
Here is the funny part. The flowers came in the evening. She did not answer the door. I never answer my door unless I know someone is coming. Just one of many reasons we are buddies. We think the same way.
Anyway, she went to investigate and saw the package. Finally, after first thinking it might be a bomb, yeah right, she brought the box in holding it ever so gingerly. She placed it on the table, gathered her dogs and went to her bedroom. She then locked the door and went to bed.
The next morning she again carefully moved the box to the back porch. She made her dogs stay in the house, yeah right again. In the morning, I think curiosity got the better of her as she brought the box back and placed it on the table.
Finally, she opened the box. She shed tears and that is when she called me an asshole. (Again, in a good way.)
How many people do you know that will answer their phone call at five o’clock in the morning, come take you to work, pick you up and wait with you until your car is fixed?
My friend, you now, wait for it, are officially written about on my blog. With that comes the honor of receiving a bloggie name. Yes Ma’am!
Welcome Amigo! Fits right?
Hey, I thought about asshole. Oh, but that is me right?
Sound of Sunshine. Micheal Franti.
You touched my heart and soul.
And I do.
Sometimes I am just so stupid. I say things or let out things out that should not go out. I am only beating myself up a bit.
What is the point? I did it. I rectified myself and I can only hope for the best.
Still this feeling sucks.
Take it like a real woman.
Not sure where to start. My past is gone. My future. Do not know.
Thinking about were I want to be.
“When I look in your eyes and I know it is true…”
Michael Franti and Spearhead.
Wasn’t that fun?
A part of the few only decent people Les ever brought home, my best girlfriend in the world, came to visit me this weekend. We will not even talk about the lesbian and the swinger couple. In his defense, I will say he was a bit naïve at times.
Anyway, we went to a family graduation party and she stayed at my place instead of driving back to Hell. That is what I call the place two hours north of here.
Yesterday morning I headed off to work and she sped towards the freeway. I stopped and mailed my second to last car payment. As I drove away from the mailbox, my oil light came on. Next, the car started sputtering and then all the dash lights came on. As I was rounding the corner, the car completely shut down. Right in the middle of the street.
Mr. A-Hole behind me frantically honking your horn. I have only one thing to say.
“Do you really think I would stop in the middle of the street for the hell of it?” Once again A-Hole.
A nice guy working at the 24-hour Smoke Shop approached me and asked if I was ok. I told him my car died and he offered to help me push it off the street. Actually, he pushed it off the street. All I did was steer.
Next, I called Red and as a true princess in shinning armor, she turned around and came to my rescue. Next she and Smoke Shop guy pushed my car into the Smoke Shop parking lot. He said we could leave it there until we could call people later in the morning. He tried to jump my battery to no avail.
Nice to know that chivalrous men still exist.
Red and I went back to my place. With hours to wait, we did the only thing we could do. We went to breakfast. Food sometimes is the best answer. I later realized a Bloody Mary or Mimosa might ease the stress. We then spent the rest of the day trying to find a mechanic. Finally, I found one open and then arranged for the tow. The late afternoon sun blazed in the sky at this point.
I just want to say I have the best friends in the world. Red not only turned around, she stayed with me all day.
I thought I was going to have to take a bus in order to get to work today. No, I called my friend Amigo at 5:oo this morning. I knew she was up. She took off, picked me up, and deposited me in time to start my modified shift.
I tried to take the whole day off. I received 75% off. Do not ask. My supervisor later made it possible for me to leave earlier. Paid! Nuf said.
Next, my Me-He-Can friend picked me up at work, drove me to the auto place and wait for it, since my car was not done; she came back and took me again.
I would like to say there is a happy ending here. My car runs. The air is out AGAIN.
I cannot take much more of this. Just one more thought.
I am so effing tired of trying to be a man.
To my friends, no family. Your future may include flowers.
Tough to say, but must be said.
The acoustical guitar. My absolute favorite.
Today I ordered and arranged for a battery installment in my car. I put it off because I never in my life had to think about things having to do with cars.
I knew my battery, on its last leg, would go soon. When they go, they go. I cannot run this risk, as it will put my job at risk. I am working hard to recover from the repercussions of nine months ago when I could not go to work.
Almost nine months, tough to spit out.
Anyway, one thing I learned, it is tough performing the man duties. Sometimes I feel like a stupid little girl. I should not feel helpless.
Then I realize I am not helpless. I can do these things.
Moreover, I had a man that wanted to do these things for me. Lucky me.
A few days ago my DIL Flower Child and the twins, Fuzzy and Wuzzy were visiting. Flower Child saw a spider come out from under my TV. She was on the verge of screaming like a banshee, I leaped into action and smashed the crap out of the sucker with a paper towel. I then promptly flushed it down the toilet.
I prefer to forego Corvette’s method of hairspray and fire.
At least I know I can still toss a turkey in the oven and create a feast.
Just getting my man on.
There is something to be said for steadfast.