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My Life Thus Far
2007-03-06 09:37:20 (UTC)

I Had To Walk Away

*****

I have this tendency. When things are either bad or good,
I don't write. Actually, let me amend that. When things
are REALLY bad or REALLY good I have trouble writing as
regularly as I would if things were just so-so (as they
usually are). I haven't written since Friday night, so
I've got some catching up to do. I basically missed the
entire weekend, since it is Monday night. I'm so flaky
sometimes. Lets start off at Saturday morning and work our
way up to today:

SATURDAY:
Helena (doing as she always does, you'd think I would have
learned by now) called me 30 minutes before she was due to
arrive. Friday night, I'd stayed up until after 4am making
sure the house was in perfect condition for her arrival.
So, when she called at 9:30am, I was anything but ready to
get up. I had to rush around in a half-sleep daze to be
dressed and presentable in time. No small task. But, it's
like this every time she visits. I need to just accept
that she gives no warning, never comes the same time twice
and then doesn't really notice if the house is clean or
not. She's too wound up to notice details.

Rich people like to show their love with monetary gains.
Helena's way is a shopping trip to Macy's and an expensive
linner (that would be a lunch-dinner hybrid she insists on
having because she doesn't like eating in the evening).
So, she took us to linner at the Olive Garden (and somehow
managed to spend $85.00 on damn near the same meal Gen and
I had for $50 something just a couple of nights before.
It's like they see her coming and jack the prices up just
for her)! After linner, it was directly to Macy's. She
bought me a cute little silk top with an attached sweater,
DKNY slacks and a Tommy Hilfiger top. It's good to marry
well. Everyone should be so lucky.

Around 4:30pm, we met up with Gen at Starbucks. Gen has
been wanting to meet Helena, but getting Helena to stand
still long enough is like asking a tornado to take a time
out. Somehow I managed to get her to agree to Starbucks,
which was an interesting experience. Gen and I rarely (if
ever) have a three way sex conversation, and never with
someone old enough to be our mother. It was a memorable
experience. At least for me it was. We must have stayed
there for somewhere near 3 hours. It was fun, though. I'm
glad Gen and Helena got along so well. Not that I expected
any different.

After Helena left to head back to Federal Way (she had an
appointment with a realtor in the morning), I called Ron
to see if he was still coming over. He thought I'd changed
my mind and was headed to Federal Way also, but I
convinced him that he'd have a much better time here than
in Federal Way, so he turned around. I just have that
affect on men. Or maybe it was the promise of his favorite
booze. Bacardi 151. Potent shit and at $21.00 a bottle,
not a bad bribe. Gen gave me a bottle of Strawberry White
Zinfandel about a week ago that I'd been saving for just
such an occasion, so I was set. All 3 of us just sat
around, caught up on old times at Ross and drank. Well,
Ron and I drank, Gen didn't for obvious reasons. I don't
know how it happened, but I somehow managed to finish the
entire bottle. No, I didn't pass out. I just felt really
good. Ron passed out on the couch around 4am and Gen and I
went to bed soon after. It was a fun night. More fun than
I've had in awhile.

SUNDAY:
The morning after, I didn't feel so great, but I didn't
feel terrible, either. Just a little groggy and kind of
sore. I don't know what that was from, but other than that
I was great. Much better than a person who drank a bottle
of wine has any right to feel. Ron on the other hand,
looked quite the worse for wear. He'd drank a third of the
Bacardi 151 by himself (the stuff is 75.5% alcohol) and
slept slumped over on the couch. Only to be rudely
awakened by Annie jumping on him. I have no idea why she
feels so comfortable with strange men. She'd never met
Ron, yet she felt comfortable enough to climb on him. That
girl frightens me sometimes. We sat around watching TV
until around 4pm, that was when the Butterfly Effect went
off and Ron headed out.

Gen, the girls and I spent the rest of the day out and
about. Old Navy, Costco and Shari's for dinner. I was so
tired, I swear I was on autopilot. The day couldn't end
fast enough.

Once we got home, I put the girls to bed, literally turned
the corner to my bedroom and passed out on the bed. I was
so exhausted. It was a great day, but being semi-hung over
and really in need of a good nights sleep, I just couldn't
make it any later. I ended up sleeping 12 hours. Not a
record for me, but still greatly needed.

MONDAY:
Very early in the morning. Somewhere in the middle of my
marathon night of sleep, I heard my cell-phone ring. I got
up to see who it was. I had a text from Jeremy, a voice
mail from Ron and had just missed a call from Snookums.
All the men in my life wanted me within an hour of each
other. And where was I? Asleep. Of course now I'm up at
1am and no one calls. Only when I'm catching up on sleep,
but anyhow. Snookums called back on the house phone and
because I was somewhere in between a sleeping stupor and
just plain stupidity. I for some reason felt the need to
tell Snookums about my weekend. He wanted to know why I
didn't write him all weekend and why when he called on
Saturday night I was in such a rush to get off the phone.
I couldn't keep it to myself. I just couldn't do the smart
thing and keep my mouth shut. I told him everything. He
got silent. This is never a good thing. He got into me
about how that was irresponsible. He doesn't know Ron, Ron
doesn't need to be here, I could have gotten hurt or
raped. On and on. I listened, all the while kicking myself
for not keeping my mouth shut. Nope. No affairs for me. I
just can't keep a damn secret from him! The good thing is
Jeremy is a non-issue, Ron is a gentlemen and I just don't
feel like it anymore. Too much drama.

Work was good today. It was a little chaotic, but since I
didn't have to worry about it, I didn't. Today was our
yearly physical inventory and the joint was swarming with
morons with sku guns. Calling them morons is actually a
huge compliment compared to what this bunch acted like.
They sat around with boxes of panties and bras, scanning
and looking like zombies. The worst part (and the part
that affected me) was that they didn't understand that the
beauty items with pink "play with me" stickers were
testers and had already been processed out of inventory.
So, all the testers had been thrown into 3 big boxes and
we spent 5 hours trying to put everything back after they
left. It was quite the undertaking, but not nearly as bad
as inventory would have been.

When I got home tonight, I found a package from Snookums
in the mail box. Nothing major, just a little bubble
mailer. I opened it and found a tiny little DVD. I knew
exactly what it was. I popped in in the DVD player and
played it. Snookums came on the screen and started
reading "Where the Wild Things Are". Kiki's face lit up
and Annie was enthralled. I had to leave the room. I was
almost in tears. Seeing him, hearing him (just writing
about it now) was almost too much for me. He looks
different already. His hair is gone (he's had it all cut
off, to the skin) and he looks thinner in the face and
upper body area (all I could see of him). He was in his
coveralls with all the different insignia and patches. Yet
another reminder of where he is. There on the ship instead
of home, on the couch in his favorite SpongeBob pajama
pants. I had to walk away. I didn't want the girls to see
me cry.

Ron called me around 10pm because he was bored and wanted
someone to talk to. We talked for 2 1/2 hours. Just about
stuff. It was like talking to the male version of Gen. If
that makes any sense. He seems really lonely and I hope he
finds a nice girl soon. He asked me if I came across any
prospects to send them his way and I totally plan to. All
the girls I work with are in some sort of relationship,
but I know there's someone out there for him. His last
girlfriend hurt him really bad and I don't think he's
totally over that hurt.

Okay, that's really all I've got to say. You're all caught
up. Albeit, it's the abridged version. I'll try to be
better. Ciao and goodnight.





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