So today was a great day. I worked at my little scrapbook shop on the Oregon Coast and I rode out there with my Hotness and his son, Michael.
I finally met Michael, for real, last night. I have been dating his dad for a long time, but there has been a very uncomfortable air surrounding our relationship and because of that I have not had any contact with his two kids, while he has been able to form a relationship with my two children. My kids are younger, they are more open to people I think than maybe his children are, and luckily, my kids like my Hotness a lot.
Do you get to air real things on a blog that no one is reading, but it is public and might be read? Hmmm, this is where I ponder honesty. I mean, people don't know how to be honest anymore and I am overly honest, which results in me being labeled a "bitch" and alienates me from other human beings who would rather just live a lie. Irregardless, the following story is really crazy and it makes me seem like a utter cow. But truth be told, I am not a cow and was just lost for years about who I was, what I wanted, and how to get myself out of a bad situation that was getting worse.
Let's roll back: October 2006.
After being married for almost 10 years I was devastatingly lost in a hopeless marriage that lacked passion, truth, trust or anything that any really good marriage should have. I asked for a divorce. I was met with a vile turn of personality that I had not known before and decided I would give it "one more chance" to make everyone happy again. Only I wasn't happy. I loved the man. I had always loved the man. But he was a liar. He was an alcoholic. He was an addict. He was the most toxic thing I had ever had in my life and I was an empty shell of a person who was running on empty trying to smile during the day and hide the truth of my complete despair. I was taking care of two children, and a grown man, who really never helped to take care of any of us. He was totally incapable of taking care of anyone including, to this very day, himself. It is sad, but true.
(I have worked my ass off since I was 16 years old. I still work my ass off everyday and I have nothing but my two beautiful and wickedly smart children to show for it. Yes, I have a store, but it doesn't make me any money. I do it because I love it, and I have almost three years left to make it a viable option to take care of me and my children, or exit from it altogether, we shall see what comes to pass at the time the lease runs out. The reason why this information is important is because I am not some Mommy Warbucks. I work really hard for any money I do have and do the best I can to provide for my children and myself with what I have. And I have to do it without help from my ex-husband. At this point he owes me more than $7,000 in child support. It sucks. There is so much more I could do with and for my kids if I could rely on support from him. Money doesn't make us happy though, and I am much happier now without much than I had with more.)
So, although I decided not to rock the boat of my marriage and get a divorce in October 2006, I did decide that I would leave my sexless, unromantic, toxic relationship and pursue a different one. Yes, while still being married.
I posted an ad -- on Craigslist. It basically stated that 33 year old, mom of two, married, and in a passionless, sexless marriage. I was a bigger woman, with junk in my trunk, and was sassy. Wanted what was missing and knew it was out there, but I didn't want to rock the boat of what I had at home and if I found the right person I would like a long term relationship with that person. That is not the exact wording of the ad, but you get the picture. I didn't paint the picture of a young blond thing who wanted to hook up with a sugar daddy. I wanted honesty, I wanted discretion, I wanted everything I was missing in my marriage. Looking back on it, it is so embarrassing, naive and really shows how manic I had become with my life to post this on Craigslist, but I did. Within 24 hours I had more than 200 responses.
All men who replied with a photo of their penis went into the trash. Need Not Apply. Any man who was between the ages of 16 and 29 and 47 and older went into the trash. Need Not Apply. Any man who couldn't SPELL went into the trash -- yeah yeah Need Not Apply. Although I was a little desperate, I still had guidelines to follow. And I had made a list of rules that I would abide by. Safety was priority. A good email rapport was essential. They had to be in a similar situation.
I turned the ad off after that first day. I whittled. 200 quickly became 10. 10 became 5. And on the day that I had made the list of 5 I got an email reply, "Trunk Key."
I thought the title was cute, because I had mentioned junk in my trunk. And even though my whittling process was over and the ad was removed I opened the email anyway, because I knew the name of the person who sent it. It was the husband of an acquaintance. He was busted. Or at least he was soon to be ball busted. Just because I was in that kind of mood and thought I would fuck with a man who didn't even know enough to make an anonymous email account to respond to a CL ad. DUH.
Well to make a long story shorter than it could be, I emailed back and forth with Trunk Key. He was on his computer, I was on mine, so even though we didn't instant message each other we refreshed our screens and knew a new response was in the queue. He instantly got on the defensive when I pointed out I knew of him and knew who his wife was. I think I even snickered a little while I banged on the typewriter keys. I do remember at one point asking him what his wife had stuck up her butt, because she was a highly uptight person and talked more than any other human being I had ever met. Anyway, after a few messages back and forth, he still had no idea who I was. So I told him I was willing to level the playing field and meet him on the top of McMenamins Hotel Oregon in 20 minutes.
I got out of my pajamas, hopped into a pair of jeans and a shirt and took off for the hotel. I sat up on the rooftop and waited.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
It's Been Forever
Well, it has been forever and a half since I last wrote a blog. In fact, I know it was September 2009 when I penned my last blog entry on myspace. I gave up that ghost of a site and retreated into a sad turmoiled world for a couple of months as I battled my soon-to-be ex-husband.
I thought it was better to leave my thoughts unrecorded during this time as my mind was a dark and angry space. Fast forward to April 28, 2010 and here I am - a survivor who is happy and tries her best to see the light even on dark, gloomy and wet Oregon days like today! (Rain, rain go away!)
I logged into my blogger account just for the purpose of following a friends blog and decided to take a moment and just dribble a couple of thoughts on the computer.
Having no idea what I really want to say I mostly babble randomly, which I tend to do in real life anyhow.
After my divorce I had really good period where I tried to stop taking anti-depressants. This just came to mind because I was reminded to take my little pink Effexor XR 75 and washed it down with a bottled water here at my store. I thought I could go off of it for good, since I was free of some pretty heavy baggage. After a couple of weeks free of my daily ritual I realized I wasn't handling my thoughts very well and gradually got back onto a half dose of my original medication. I was at 150 mg. for about 6 years and have settled at 75 mg for at least the past year. For me to go totally off my meds, I have been advised I would have to start working out, every day, and for about an hour. Excuse me? Have you seen me? My idea of working out is getting up from bed and going to the bathroom. So taking a pill every day is just easier for this typical lazy, obese, out-of-shape American woman.
Now, I am not being harsh on myself or anything with that last statement. It is just good ol' plain facts. I realized this last night as I was hungry after closing up the shop a half an hour late and drove through McDonald's, ordered a cheeseburger Happy Meal with a Coke, and ate it as I drove my hour-long commute home. Nasty stuff that Happy Meal was. But there you have it. I was hungry and my poor planning led me to get a quick fix of a less-than-healthy dinner.
If I was able to change my entire life at this point, in regard to health, I would be much better for it. I do tell myself if and when the fucking sun shines in the state this year (still waiting and it is almost May) I will start getting out and exercising. Not hard core or anything, but a walk with my boys, or my dog, or even ride my bike.
Well that is my goal. I think I might even try to jog a lap around the high school track after a couple of weeks of getting out and walking to see if it is possible for me to do without having a heart-attack. I will definitely update this blog if I am successful. If I am not successful, then this will be my last posting.
HA!
Well, work beckons. My fun little joint on the Oregon Coast (aka Stacy's Scrap Shack) nestled in the Safeway Shopping Plaza in Lincoln City really needs my attention. So have a great day out there in cyberspace if any one is reading.
I thought it was better to leave my thoughts unrecorded during this time as my mind was a dark and angry space. Fast forward to April 28, 2010 and here I am - a survivor who is happy and tries her best to see the light even on dark, gloomy and wet Oregon days like today! (Rain, rain go away!)
I logged into my blogger account just for the purpose of following a friends blog and decided to take a moment and just dribble a couple of thoughts on the computer.
Having no idea what I really want to say I mostly babble randomly, which I tend to do in real life anyhow.
After my divorce I had really good period where I tried to stop taking anti-depressants. This just came to mind because I was reminded to take my little pink Effexor XR 75 and washed it down with a bottled water here at my store. I thought I could go off of it for good, since I was free of some pretty heavy baggage. After a couple of weeks free of my daily ritual I realized I wasn't handling my thoughts very well and gradually got back onto a half dose of my original medication. I was at 150 mg. for about 6 years and have settled at 75 mg for at least the past year. For me to go totally off my meds, I have been advised I would have to start working out, every day, and for about an hour. Excuse me? Have you seen me? My idea of working out is getting up from bed and going to the bathroom. So taking a pill every day is just easier for this typical lazy, obese, out-of-shape American woman.
Now, I am not being harsh on myself or anything with that last statement. It is just good ol' plain facts. I realized this last night as I was hungry after closing up the shop a half an hour late and drove through McDonald's, ordered a cheeseburger Happy Meal with a Coke, and ate it as I drove my hour-long commute home. Nasty stuff that Happy Meal was. But there you have it. I was hungry and my poor planning led me to get a quick fix of a less-than-healthy dinner.
If I was able to change my entire life at this point, in regard to health, I would be much better for it. I do tell myself if and when the fucking sun shines in the state this year (still waiting and it is almost May) I will start getting out and exercising. Not hard core or anything, but a walk with my boys, or my dog, or even ride my bike.
Well that is my goal. I think I might even try to jog a lap around the high school track after a couple of weeks of getting out and walking to see if it is possible for me to do without having a heart-attack. I will definitely update this blog if I am successful. If I am not successful, then this will be my last posting.
HA!
Well, work beckons. My fun little joint on the Oregon Coast (aka Stacy's Scrap Shack) nestled in the Safeway Shopping Plaza in Lincoln City really needs my attention. So have a great day out there in cyberspace if any one is reading.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Memory Trends -- October in Vegas Baby!
Just got done making all my travel arrangements for Memory Trends in Vegas. Can't wait!!
I was debating whether or not to go, because I don't have near the budget I had last year when attending. But decided to go, take in all the new stuff, attend the make and takes, demo's and signed up for two classes.
Last year I was so busy with my list of things to do and to buy that I didn't get to do any make and takes or demo's. I also squeezed in 7 classes and seminars. I came home with a two full suitcases although I only went with one. This year I am planning an extra day to get the booth specials when they start to tear down. I can box them up and ship them home... Woo hoo.
So if any of you will be in or around Vegas October 9-13, lets hook up! I can't believe I chose to fly on Friday the13th.
Anyway.... I am also planning on going with the family down to Southern Cali in November. Got to see Disneyland and Californian Adventure! It has been years. Paul and I used to have annual passes and went for dates and just for fun some nights. Crazy huh? What fun!
9-12-06
I was debating whether or not to go, because I don't have near the budget I had last year when attending. But decided to go, take in all the new stuff, attend the make and takes, demo's and signed up for two classes.
Last year I was so busy with my list of things to do and to buy that I didn't get to do any make and takes or demo's. I also squeezed in 7 classes and seminars. I came home with a two full suitcases although I only went with one. This year I am planning an extra day to get the booth specials when they start to tear down. I can box them up and ship them home... Woo hoo.
So if any of you will be in or around Vegas October 9-13, lets hook up! I can't believe I chose to fly on Friday the13th.
Anyway.... I am also planning on going with the family down to Southern Cali in November. Got to see Disneyland and Californian Adventure! It has been years. Paul and I used to have annual passes and went for dates and just for fun some nights. Crazy huh? What fun!
9-12-06
Seattle for a girls weekend. Woo hoo!
I am celebrating the ending of a fabulous weekend, the beginning of the work week, the coming weekend in which I will be traveling to Seattle and spending three days with my girlfriends. A lot in one day. Of course, I am also trying not to think too much about the fact that this is the fifth anniversary of 9-11.
To get that out of the way, I will tell you that on 9-11 I was awoken by a phone call from my husband who was crying and told me that Howard Stern had just announced that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. Two minutes later I was on the phone to Sgt. Miah Washburn (Paul's good friend) woke him up and told him to turn on the TV. Then I woke up my friend Kathleen and told her to turn on the TV. We sat and talked as we watched the newscast.
I was 7 months pregnant with Jack at the time and I sat in my small bedroom on Galloway at the time. Perched at the edge of my bed, watching the 20" screen glowing with not just one tower, but two, on fire from terrorists that had hijacked planes and flown into them.
It was a horrific morning. A day that was full of grief, sadness and unbelief over what had taken place. I was worried that my husband was going to be deployed before the birth of our second son. I was worried that there was more to come on our coast. I cried over the loss of life that morning.
It is one of those things that I will always remember. Just like those in the generation before me will remember where they were when JFK got shot.
Now, onto the exciting.... I am really happy to announce that I get a girls weekend in Seattle. Thursday after work Tina will be picking me up and I will crash at her place. Then we are going to head off for Seattle Friday morning. We will catch up with Frances there. I haven't seen Frances since our 30th birthday bash weekend there. It was crazy.....
So she flew in from Paris to attend a wedding and Tina and I saw an opp for a roadtrip and are taking it.
On my agenda: go to the Space Needle and take a picture for the scrapbook! Get a picture on the pig in Pikes Place Market. Eat really good food, drink and be merry.
I will report how all this goes down of course.
Paul and the boys will be fishing this weekend. Going to try their hands at river fishing this time in Hebo.
Well, I am out. The day at the beach is lovely and I want to stand in the sun and breathe deeply.
9-11-06
To get that out of the way, I will tell you that on 9-11 I was awoken by a phone call from my husband who was crying and told me that Howard Stern had just announced that an airplane had flown into the World Trade Center. Two minutes later I was on the phone to Sgt. Miah Washburn (Paul's good friend) woke him up and told him to turn on the TV. Then I woke up my friend Kathleen and told her to turn on the TV. We sat and talked as we watched the newscast.
I was 7 months pregnant with Jack at the time and I sat in my small bedroom on Galloway at the time. Perched at the edge of my bed, watching the 20" screen glowing with not just one tower, but two, on fire from terrorists that had hijacked planes and flown into them.
It was a horrific morning. A day that was full of grief, sadness and unbelief over what had taken place. I was worried that my husband was going to be deployed before the birth of our second son. I was worried that there was more to come on our coast. I cried over the loss of life that morning.
It is one of those things that I will always remember. Just like those in the generation before me will remember where they were when JFK got shot.
Now, onto the exciting.... I am really happy to announce that I get a girls weekend in Seattle. Thursday after work Tina will be picking me up and I will crash at her place. Then we are going to head off for Seattle Friday morning. We will catch up with Frances there. I haven't seen Frances since our 30th birthday bash weekend there. It was crazy.....
So she flew in from Paris to attend a wedding and Tina and I saw an opp for a roadtrip and are taking it.
On my agenda: go to the Space Needle and take a picture for the scrapbook! Get a picture on the pig in Pikes Place Market. Eat really good food, drink and be merry.
I will report how all this goes down of course.
Paul and the boys will be fishing this weekend. Going to try their hands at river fishing this time in Hebo.
Well, I am out. The day at the beach is lovely and I want to stand in the sun and breathe deeply.
9-11-06
Back to School and all grown up!
I am just so proud of my Big William. He is so grown up. I can't even believe it anymore. Got up this morning at 6:45, got dressed, watched TV and then had breakfast, got his gear and I dropped him in his new third grade classroom at 8 a.m. Wow, third grade! If only I could go back to third grade.
Actually it would be 4th that I would go back to, I loved that teacher!
William sat in his desk, unloaded his supplies in it and promptly started an activity pack that his teacher had assembled for him.
Jack got up early this morning, got in the tub, got out and got dressed. He is so good in the morning too! He was watching SpongeBob when I got home from dropping off William and Lynda was hanging with him.
The last harrah for the weekend was a family excursion to the beach on Saturday. We went crabbing in Lincoln City and caught one that was legal to bring home. We called it the $300 crab because when all was said and done (licenses, gear, food and misc.) the day cost us that much and all we had was one crab! Paul made delicious crab stuffed mushrooms with it though!
Sunday was a free-for-all. Paul was supposed to take the boys fishing and I was going to clean our bedroom finally. But my mom called and asked if I wanted to go shopping at Costco with her. I haven't been to a Costco in years, so I jumped at the chance.
William headed off to a friends house for the afternoon and Paul did the same.
I took Jack with me. We had to make a lunch stop at Mickey D's in Sherwood so he could play in the PlayPlace and then we went to La-Z Boy. It had an estuary behind it, so Jack and I explored and saw tons of minnows, bugs and geese. It was pretty cool, definitely a boy thing.
At Costco I loaded up my cart. I had projected $200 before-hand to my mom and I ended at $238, so I wasn't that far off target.
When we got back the cul-de-sac was having a gathering, so the boys and I headed over to Lynda's house to go swimming. I didn't go....duh. But Jack and William had a blast and then we had food and was back inside before too late.
Monday I went back to fix the Mac store up a little for today, and Paul took William, Jack, Nick and Chris to go crawfishing. They came back with a large pail full and Paul cooked them and mixed them with the crab meat to make the mushrooms that he took over to my mother's house for John's Birthday dinner.
My brother turned 31 yesterday. I can't even believe he is that old. You would never know it by how he looks and especially not by how he acts!
Well, I am off and running. It is a beautiful day on the coast and I have a ton to do.
Sept. 5, 2006
Actually it would be 4th that I would go back to, I loved that teacher!
William sat in his desk, unloaded his supplies in it and promptly started an activity pack that his teacher had assembled for him.
Jack got up early this morning, got in the tub, got out and got dressed. He is so good in the morning too! He was watching SpongeBob when I got home from dropping off William and Lynda was hanging with him.
The last harrah for the weekend was a family excursion to the beach on Saturday. We went crabbing in Lincoln City and caught one that was legal to bring home. We called it the $300 crab because when all was said and done (licenses, gear, food and misc.) the day cost us that much and all we had was one crab! Paul made delicious crab stuffed mushrooms with it though!
Sunday was a free-for-all. Paul was supposed to take the boys fishing and I was going to clean our bedroom finally. But my mom called and asked if I wanted to go shopping at Costco with her. I haven't been to a Costco in years, so I jumped at the chance.
William headed off to a friends house for the afternoon and Paul did the same.
I took Jack with me. We had to make a lunch stop at Mickey D's in Sherwood so he could play in the PlayPlace and then we went to La-Z Boy. It had an estuary behind it, so Jack and I explored and saw tons of minnows, bugs and geese. It was pretty cool, definitely a boy thing.
At Costco I loaded up my cart. I had projected $200 before-hand to my mom and I ended at $238, so I wasn't that far off target.
When we got back the cul-de-sac was having a gathering, so the boys and I headed over to Lynda's house to go swimming. I didn't go....duh. But Jack and William had a blast and then we had food and was back inside before too late.
Monday I went back to fix the Mac store up a little for today, and Paul took William, Jack, Nick and Chris to go crawfishing. They came back with a large pail full and Paul cooked them and mixed them with the crab meat to make the mushrooms that he took over to my mother's house for John's Birthday dinner.
My brother turned 31 yesterday. I can't even believe he is that old. You would never know it by how he looks and especially not by how he acts!
Well, I am off and running. It is a beautiful day on the coast and I have a ton to do.
Sept. 5, 2006
September already and I still haven't done my taxes
How is it that life just whizzes by while we hold onto the ride for dear life? I am just so exhausted from holding on so tightly when I should be enjoying the ride.
It brings me back to my childhood. The number of times I was at the wrong place at the right time.
If you aren't quite understanding, here is a explanation: When I was a kid I visited a water park. I was in the big pool where all the kids are on inner tubes or floating things and the tidal wave came on. I didn't have a floating thing and the tidal wave was so strong that I started to panic and swam over to the edge. I grabbed for a part of the ladder and tried to pull myself out but the wave action was so strong that I couldn't get out. I just kept getting beat against the side of the pool with each wave. It was horrible and at the end of the tidal waves I was thoroughly exhausted from pulling myself up each time a big wave came so I didn't go under. Now, if I was at the middle of the pool "riding the waves" I would have been better off. If I had an inner tube I would have actually enjoyed the tidal wave, but instead I was at the wrong place and had to hold on until I was exhausted.
When I was even smaller I used to ride on those merry-go-round type rides on the playground. The kind that had the metal bars that led from the edge of the ride, up and arched to come back down somewhere near the center. Usually a kid ran around holding onto one of the bars and once it got going pretty fast then they were able to hop on. If you were in the middle you could look out and get dizzy, or you could focus on someone and just enjoy the ride. The kids standing in the middle got the same effect, but if you were on the outside of the ride, the centrifical force made your body want to fly off of the ride, so there you were .... holding on tightly.
Now, remember your own childhood. Any of these experiences happen to you? Are you holding onto life too tightly now and not enjoying the ride?
Part of my problem is that I try to squeeze in too many things. I have done much better at this since I started the stores. I focus on them and my family much more than all the "other" things I previously had to do. I have made a choice about priorities in my life and I must say it is about time!
I have a real problem with committment too. I decided this last month that I was committed to making the stores a success and that I was going to "embrace my space" in downtown Mac. I really wanted to get on the main drag through town and was dissappointed with my bad luck in finding the right size, right location, right price. There was nothing there for me, so I am staying put and embracing my space. Yesterday we started an overhaul of the space. Right now, about 50% is painted. I have moved around things to give me more room where I need it. Things are an absolute mess to be honest, but I am excited at the ability to make it more what I want it to be!
And that is what is all about right? I can control my days, I can control where I am and at what time I am there. And maybe I won't have to hold on so tightly anymore and I can finally enjoy the ride.
SEPT. 1, 2006
It brings me back to my childhood. The number of times I was at the wrong place at the right time.
If you aren't quite understanding, here is a explanation: When I was a kid I visited a water park. I was in the big pool where all the kids are on inner tubes or floating things and the tidal wave came on. I didn't have a floating thing and the tidal wave was so strong that I started to panic and swam over to the edge. I grabbed for a part of the ladder and tried to pull myself out but the wave action was so strong that I couldn't get out. I just kept getting beat against the side of the pool with each wave. It was horrible and at the end of the tidal waves I was thoroughly exhausted from pulling myself up each time a big wave came so I didn't go under. Now, if I was at the middle of the pool "riding the waves" I would have been better off. If I had an inner tube I would have actually enjoyed the tidal wave, but instead I was at the wrong place and had to hold on until I was exhausted.
When I was even smaller I used to ride on those merry-go-round type rides on the playground. The kind that had the metal bars that led from the edge of the ride, up and arched to come back down somewhere near the center. Usually a kid ran around holding onto one of the bars and once it got going pretty fast then they were able to hop on. If you were in the middle you could look out and get dizzy, or you could focus on someone and just enjoy the ride. The kids standing in the middle got the same effect, but if you were on the outside of the ride, the centrifical force made your body want to fly off of the ride, so there you were .... holding on tightly.
Now, remember your own childhood. Any of these experiences happen to you? Are you holding onto life too tightly now and not enjoying the ride?
Part of my problem is that I try to squeeze in too many things. I have done much better at this since I started the stores. I focus on them and my family much more than all the "other" things I previously had to do. I have made a choice about priorities in my life and I must say it is about time!
I have a real problem with committment too. I decided this last month that I was committed to making the stores a success and that I was going to "embrace my space" in downtown Mac. I really wanted to get on the main drag through town and was dissappointed with my bad luck in finding the right size, right location, right price. There was nothing there for me, so I am staying put and embracing my space. Yesterday we started an overhaul of the space. Right now, about 50% is painted. I have moved around things to give me more room where I need it. Things are an absolute mess to be honest, but I am excited at the ability to make it more what I want it to be!
And that is what is all about right? I can control my days, I can control where I am and at what time I am there. And maybe I won't have to hold on so tightly anymore and I can finally enjoy the ride.
SEPT. 1, 2006
Anyone find a finger in the kitchen?
So it is Monday. Wonderful, lovely Monday. I am at the coast store today and still nursing a little bit of a headache from the rake whack.
Yesterday we got together with my best friend, Tina, and her husband, Steve. It was Steve's birthday so we went out to the rooftop (in the heat!) and had a great late lunch and drinks. After that we strolled down to La Rambla for dessert and drinks. It was quite lovely.
Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without a little drama or hecticness, now would it? I mean, I am a magnet for the little things in life that get completely out of hand.
While I was biting into my seared Ahi steak my cell phone rang. It was Sonya. Jordan, the young man who was babysitting my kids for a couple of hours while we were out and also Sonya's son, cut himself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So she took him to the ER and dropped the kids at her house with her husband.
He was alright after all, he did nick off the pad of one his digits so the fingerprint will never be the same again I am sure, but the bleeding stopped and he will live to play soccer and basketball and use his finger to do God knows what in the future. So all is well.
He even told his mom that I didn't have to pay him for the time he did spend with the kids. How sweet is that? Sure, come over to my house, loose a body part and then tell me I don't have to pay you for working. It is a sweet little system I have going over here. Anyone want to do some yardwork with a tempermental rotatiller or weedwhacker? I will provide free transportation to the ER if you happen to loose your foot or a couple of toes. And whatever you got done before the offing is for my benefit, so don't expect to get paid.
Of course, I am sure he is at his attorney's this morning giving a deposition about how we carelessly laid some really sharp scissors around our house in the hopes of having an accident in our family now that we have signed up for Aflac. But it isn't true!!!! I swear it isn't so!!
I will give Jordan his due pay sometime this week. And I am not heartless, geez, I just have to make light of all the whacky things that happen in my life. It is just not normal, but for some reason it is for me. So I am happy as a little clam in my world of chaos, so here is wishing you a wonderful week as well.
Aug. 28, 2006
Yesterday we got together with my best friend, Tina, and her husband, Steve. It was Steve's birthday so we went out to the rooftop (in the heat!) and had a great late lunch and drinks. After that we strolled down to La Rambla for dessert and drinks. It was quite lovely.
Of course, my day wouldn't be complete without a little drama or hecticness, now would it? I mean, I am a magnet for the little things in life that get completely out of hand.
While I was biting into my seared Ahi steak my cell phone rang. It was Sonya. Jordan, the young man who was babysitting my kids for a couple of hours while we were out and also Sonya's son, cut himself and it wouldn't stop bleeding. So she took him to the ER and dropped the kids at her house with her husband.
He was alright after all, he did nick off the pad of one his digits so the fingerprint will never be the same again I am sure, but the bleeding stopped and he will live to play soccer and basketball and use his finger to do God knows what in the future. So all is well.
He even told his mom that I didn't have to pay him for the time he did spend with the kids. How sweet is that? Sure, come over to my house, loose a body part and then tell me I don't have to pay you for working. It is a sweet little system I have going over here. Anyone want to do some yardwork with a tempermental rotatiller or weedwhacker? I will provide free transportation to the ER if you happen to loose your foot or a couple of toes. And whatever you got done before the offing is for my benefit, so don't expect to get paid.
Of course, I am sure he is at his attorney's this morning giving a deposition about how we carelessly laid some really sharp scissors around our house in the hopes of having an accident in our family now that we have signed up for Aflac. But it isn't true!!!! I swear it isn't so!!
I will give Jordan his due pay sometime this week. And I am not heartless, geez, I just have to make light of all the whacky things that happen in my life. It is just not normal, but for some reason it is for me. So I am happy as a little clam in my world of chaos, so here is wishing you a wonderful week as well.
Aug. 28, 2006
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