Yikes.... Wednesday - where did the week go?
I woke up this morning in an 'almost cold sweat' - notice I say 'almost' and 'cold sweat' - I figured I had dreamt that I had forgotten to do something important. Not that I often don't forget, I do, often. I need to write everything down or I will forget. There was a time when I lived with sticky notes and was the 'post-it' note's best customer. Those days have long since past - now I just wake up frightened.
I've spent the entire day wondering just what I have forgotten, there has to be something about that alone that is all wrong. The fact that I worry about it is even worse. Take for example 'the daughter'. She forgets things all of the time; that her insurance payment is due (to me btw because she can't remember to change the billing over to her name, it still comes out of my account), her laundry, that the mascara in her pocket does not belong to her and that the cool, very funky retro sunglasses perched on top of her head actually need to be perched in a basket in my dressing room. Does she loose any sleep over these things she forgets - no way - she's probably forgotten all about it.
Why then are some of us so twisted up about what we can't remember in the first place? Don't look to me for an answer, just nod and acknowledge that we are all really 'bent'!
On other fronts, I think I have developed a sort of awe inspired fetish for video - no not that type of fetish... wait, let me think.... Seriously, video video - the clean and funny or not so funny stuff that is recorded and stored for viewing at a later date. Every time I turn around recently I seem to be running into more and more applications for live video feeds over the Internet. Rather like your best friend buying a car that you have never heard of and then all of a sudden everyone is driving one. I'm not entirely sure what the best thing to do with this video thing I have - some say porn is an option.... I say,... 'hey baby, with this butt, it's not!' I have my ideas and no, they are not 'dirty' of course they are all to
p secret so I can't tell you right now either. (buy me a whiskey or two (okay maybe a few more than that) though, and I can't be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth.Our friends are in Mexico right now, with a young neighbor couple who are renewing their vows. Yes, I did say young, you now should ask 'why?'. I don't know. Well I do know why our friends are there - they wanted a vacation and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Why the 'kiddies' are renewing their vows so early in the marriage life span, I don't know. Why do couples need to renew their vows anyways? We have the photos and likely the video (ahhh, see) what do these couples know that I don't. Was there are reason involved, such as infidelity? Is it guilt? Or is it just an excuse to go on vacation? Sounds like an excellent revenue generator for some resort on the Myan Riviera!
I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat, wondering what 'the daughter' and 'hubby' have been up to this last week. Let me start with 'hubby'. The amazing man I married has once again reversioned himself. When we met he was one of the least compassionate men I had ever engaged in conversation with. (but then again he wouldn't wear pink.... yeah, ask him about his tailored Venice french cuffed pink shirt) This week and a portion of last week the unfortunate of the world weighed heavy on his mind. I'm happy he is thinking in terms like this..... I would just like to know why now. This does not make him a candidate for some religious based group that would like to get their hands on his (and my) hard earned $s - but it is still a bit of a step in another direction. I wonder often if our lovely daughter hasn't effected him more than he will let on.
Speaking of 'the daughter'. She returned home this Monday (which was also her 21st birthday) to visit with her poor old folks and of course collect the gifts that we showered her with. We wanted to get her all useful things this time... we especially wanted to get her a gift card from a grocery store so that she would have emergency money for food if she needed it. After much consideration though, I opted for clothes, a collection of 'needed items' for her day to day existence and a gift card to Shoppers. Why no groceries... well... I don't know what grocery store is in the area of where she is now living and I was convinced that if there was not one right close the gift card would just go to waste.
So home our little darling comes. She tells us about her wild birthday weekend... how she has no money...... how they partied three nights..... how she has no money..... how she is thinking about becoming a tattoo and piercing person. Yep. Welder, Piercer... I can see the relationship there. They both work with industrial metal - duh. Oh, she brought her laundry too. I can't win. We also had a discussion about the pig pen of a bedroom that she maintains in this house. 'Oh, I was thinking about that' she says, 'so I'm going to have to come home and pack up all my stuff to move into our new apartment, like, one night, maybe next week'. I of course respond... 'cool' and then ask her... what are you going to pack your stuff in? 'Oh, I hadn't thought about that'.... the rest of the evening our conversation sounded like that.... 'oh, I hadn't thought about that'. What can I say.
In the morning she gets up, running late she jogs to the door and goes outside for a smoke. Comes back in and goes back up stairs. 10 minutes later and almost late now, she comes back down and goes to fetch the laundry from the drier. 'Ahhhh damn it!', yeah it's 'daughter'. 'My clothes aren't dry!' I smile and say... '
well sweetie... why didn't your check them when you woke me up pounding down the stairs chatting to your friend on the phone at 1am? Or, why didn't you check them when you went outside to have a smoke?' 'Oh' she says 'I guess I forgot'. I can't win!So that's the start to my week. Whatcha up to this coming long weekend? Traditionally we spend Thursday night having way too much fun at the local Pub. We get up and drag our sorry butts to the area's biggest junk auction on Good Friday. We spend Saturday doing 'stuff'. Saturday night back at our local Pub and Sunday trying to remember just why our heads hurt.
I know I've forgotten to tell you something, that I was meaning to tell you. Likely some cool information about how you can buy something so under value that it is insane - but hey.... I forget. Have a wonderful Hot Cherry Easter weekend - I promise, I'll catch up next week.
