Saturday, August 18, 2007
Up Up and Away..
I'm not usually one to admit this, especially publicly, but maybe prayer does work? I had a few people tell me latley that
they have been praying for me. Either it was prayer, or the mass of tears, or the slightly bitchy letter I left for my brother. But something happened. I went home from work yesterday, and my house was clean. Clean. Swept, dusted, straightened. Dishes washed, floor swept and mopped, clean. I didn't do it. I went home, to a clean house. Men of the world, note-this is the best thing you can do for a woman! I told him it looked nice and thanked him.
He also called his friend/boss about coming back to work. Then, he asked if I could take him home so he could talk to his friend about his hours, and use his car to go to the Dr. today. I said I would, and I dropped his happy ass off before work.
I have to work midnights tonight (shocker) so I told him to be ready at 5, cus I had to get home and go to bed. To top off my good news of last evening, I spent some time with someone. A few hours. He tried to explain the foosball (football) to me, cus I told him all it did was make sexual references. Which, it does. I also told him I'm turning over a new leaf, and becoming a bitch, because bitchy girls always get what they want. I told him about what my brother did, and used it as a reference. He told me that wasn't true, I should start with not being a push-over and learning when to say no. I told that someone, he sure thought he was a smart cookie.
CP called me on the way to his house. I felt bad cus I couldn't talk long, but you know what? That's not my fault. I told him where I was and that I had to go when I got there. I can't stop living my life for him. See, I'm already on my way to being a good bitch!
20 days until I fly solo. On a real live plane. I'm not much for flying. I thought it was fun the one other time I did it, with my husband. 11 years ago. Before terrorists. People fly every day and don't die. Right? I am all grown up now. That doesn't mean that I'm not terrified of the flight. I had many options of when I could leave, but the only other flight that arrived in VA before noon stopped in NY first. I opted to leave at 5 a.m. to avoid this. Is it wrong that I'm still afraid of NY cus of terrorists?
I'll be paying on that flight from here to eternity at 60% interest. (I get 29, and 29% monthly on my wonderful card!) But you know what? I'll see my Edwin at the beach, oh yea, and my sister, and I will be away from my problems for a few days. Sounds like heaven. Maybe I'll stay.
Vacation always reminds me of that movie What About Bob. When Bill Murray say "I'm on vacation, a vacation from my PROOOBLEMS!"
P.S. Who's pissed off about Big Brother? *spoiler* They sent Dustin home? Dustin? I am really upset about the way this game is headed. Danielle is HOH? Could it be any worse America? I don't think so. Her and Dick will not honor any word they gave to anyone, but go around calling everyone LIARS. I hate them. If I wasn't addicted, I'd boycot the fucking show.
Posted by Fizzgig at 12:28 AM