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"But for the grace of God go I" drifted from my lips and I immediately stated that I hate that expression. "Why?" he said. I said that I really don't feel that way inside. It's just an expression left over from my southern upbringing. I call it the luck of the draw and they were dealt a bad hand. I don't deserve God's grace any more than the next person. I am no better than they. I just got lucky, that's all. He said, "You just stated beautifully exactly why it was granted to you." Wow! I love deep conversations!
Could this have been a more perfect day if I had written a script for it??? Blondie arrived at around 11:00 a.m. We greeted each other with hugs and sweet kisses! We missed each other. We were horny for each other. We had a sublime experience and it was a wonderful way to spend the first part of my day. Then, at around 4:00 p.m., my brother and his wife arrived. We had a wonderful time cooking good food and catching up with each other. One of the NICEST Sundays I've enjoyed in quite some time!
Ireland has left for a holiday in France with his children. The agenda includes fishing, fishing and fishing. But what to do while he's away? No chat with my bestest buddy for a week. I will have to keep myself occupied with my company and friends for the week. But, damn I will miss our chats! I look forward to those chats more than he knows. He is so real and straight-forward with me. I love that!!! I can't stand a friend who will keep their opinions to themselves for fear of hurting my feelings. I say spill it!!!
The Prodigal Son is nursing a broken heart. I saw this one coming from a mile away. He hasn't had a girlfriend in a few years. He wanted to have a good job, a car, a place to live and then he felt that he would have the background to enjoy having a special girl in his life. But, she is somewhat of a wild child and I got the impression she is not one to put up with anything she doesn't like. So, she decided they shouldn't keep seeing each other. Now his heart is broken. What to do???
The Boss Lady granted my request to leave early for my vacation. I explained that my company had been at my place since Sunday, and I would really like to entertain them this afternoon and all my work was done in my office. So, I made it home by 12:30 and later in the afternoon, I took them for my favorite walk along the beach to the pier. We stopped and had a couple of cocktails at the pier where the Prodigal Son joined us. Then it was back to my place for drinks and tokes. I LOVE vacation!!!
Today was a good day. Today was a good, financially rewarding, day. Not because I came into some inheritance. Not because I won the lottery. Today was a good financially rewarding day because my eye exam and glasses only cost me a small portion of what I had intended to spend. At the beauty salon, my hairstylist agreed with me that we only need do the roots. We will highlight next time. Which means my hair appointment didn't cost as much as I had intended to spend either. I just love it when I have money left over after spending!
My brother and his wife have left for their primary destination. They have been the epitome of perfect guests. My place is as neat as a pin. I am now alone again with nothing to do but whatever I fancy, yet my thoughts drift to Blondie. I haven't heard from him since he left last Sunday. His son had surgery on Wednesday and I am concerned. When I care about someone, I can't just turn it off and on like a lightswitch. I know his family comes first, but it would be nice to hear from him with good news.
Saturday has arrived and my company has departed. I seriously have nothing to do. So, I decide to take the walk with Bo. It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the waves are crashing and the air is sweet. We walk the long trail to the pier, cross the street and I sit at my table on the patio, tying Bo to the railing where a bowl of water sits waiting for him to drink. A couple of slices of pepperoni pizza and a couple of Bud Lights complete the scene. I love spending time with my Bo.
We all jumped into my car for the street festival. I parked at a sundry store knowing that finding a place to park near the festival would prove to be near impossible. Besides, a good walk has never hurt anyone. Well, perhaps somewhere sometime a walk provoked a heart attack. But not this day. The four of us walked down, down, down the hill. Eventually, we arrived at the pier where I dipped my toes into the surf. Then, it was back up the hill...up, up, up, up...(pant...pant), up, up and up. Man are my legs sore!
The worst Monday is the Monday back from a few glorious days off. That is this Monday. Work has piled up for me. My job just sits while I'm away. There is not one employee who can cover for me when I'm not there. Yet, there are several that I can cover for. I guess it's not all bad. Job security springs to mind. I can handle the pile up with ease and catch it all up in a matter of a couple of hours. The day drags on like a bad song playing over and over in your head.
I can't believe I called in sick today. I just returned from my 4 and a half day weekend. Yet, when I awoke this morning, I was exhausted! I had been up most of the night tossing and turning with a plugged right nostrel. Now, the sun was out and it was time to work again. Yuck!!! I probably shouldn't have called in. I probably should have gone in. But sometimes, ya just don't feel like it, now do ya??? So, I propped myself onto my couch and had a movie day. One movie after the other. Will work tomorrow.
Damn it! I hate when Ireland pulls that honesty crap on me. He has been very vocal about making sure that I don't get too involved with Blondie. He likes to remind me of his wife. I KNOW! He likes to remind me of the fact that I can't have him. I KNOW! He likes to remind me that he will never leave his wife. I KNOW! He likes to remind me that this is nothing more than an exciting sexual affair for him. I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW! Enough already! I seriously do not expect anything from Blondie.
I am thrilled that I have a counter on 100words now. To the administrators: Thank you! It is so much easier to sit and write and have the counter count as I go. I used to have to write it in microsoft word, use the word counter, but didn't know how far I had gone until I had counted. Now I can see how many words I've written and how many more I have to go. Right now I have eighty words written and now fifteen more to go. This is way cool. Now, if you could get spell check???
I got featured again today. Of all the words to choose from, they chose the one in which I lament about my daughter having her friends over and allowing drinking and smoking pot on the premises. I must explain myself. She is 19 now, and her friends are from 18 to 21. If she is going to imbibe, she should be under a parents roof and control. They are not allowed to drive home and I monitor who has had how much to drink. The wasted ones spend the night. No ifs, ands or buts, as Mom used to say.
Today, I learned that I still have a lot of hootspa! The Prodigal Son and I helped Mountain Man (my brother) with his demolition job. We worked our ASSES off! But, it's the Prodigal I am most proud of. He sweated, pulled, punched, lifted, grunted, banged...until he was exhausted. I did what I could, but don't be deceived...I swept, banged, pulled, punched, lifted, grunted with the best of them. At the end of the day, my body ached, but I was satisfied with a job well done. And the pay we each earned didn't hurt. A successful day!
I awoke to the sun streaming into my bedroom. It was 11 o'clock. I had slept in...late. My body ached from the hard work of the day prior. I just wanted to chill and do nothing all day. But the sun called me out. I took Bo for the short walk to the pier...stopped for fish and chips. Then home, newspaper and weed. The Prodigal Son called and lured me to the lake. I'm glad I decided to go. It was a beautiful day and the swim in the lake was a perfect ending to a perfect day!
Today was E day! It has been two weeks and one day since the last Blondie adventure. I watched the clock all day with eager anticipation. He arrived just before I did. That smile...that kiss...that hug...I live for these moments now. We chatted, munched and had cocktails. The whole time, the electricity vibed through the air. There is just something about our "connection". Sitting and chatting is as much a turn-on for me as foreplay and kissing. When we anticipate the kiss by chatting and holding off on our desire...then the kiss is most electrifying!!!
During the heat of the moment, I did it. I did what I said I would not do. The words just flew out of my mouth without a care in the world. As soon as I said it, I wanted to take it back. Why did I have to say that? What could have possibly gotten into me? I know what. He has. He has gotten into me. Try as I might, I couldn't stop it. I couldn't resist it. I had to say it. I love you. Those three little words could have ruined everything. Only time will tell.
Why are we here? Why is there anything at all? Why do we comprehend it? What caused humans to think abstractly? What caused us to put thoughts together? What caused us to go from thoughts to communicating those thoughts? What caused us to begin the process of the spoken word? What was the first spoken word? What caused us to begin the process of communicating our thoughts visually as well as verbally? What was that process like? Who was the first human to pick up charcoal and draw pictures on a cave wall to convey those thoughts? Do you know?
Those three little words didn't ruin anything. He still wants me. Sweet Jesus! Can it be that I've finally found the one man who actually does dig me and doesn't just act like it to get laid? I'm so tired of being dumped after a handful of dates. I'm amazed that I haven't gotten a Dear Jane letter. I said "I love you" and it didn't send him running. Why should it? What's the harm if I love him? I love a lot of people. It wouldn't change one damn thing. I like things the way they are...for now.
All dressed up and no place to go. Jules invited me to a bonfire at the beach again tonight. So, I get all dolled up with makeup and everything and when I talk to her, she has decided to meet Bald M at the pub where he is playing pool with buddies from a previous job. I didn't really want to go, but I also didn't want my stellar appearance to be a waste of time. So, I drove to the pub, had a few beers and played some of the best pool ever. Sometimes spontaneous fun is the best!
I awoke around 7:15 and pulled myself together to head down to the pier. Susie Q is having a bbq. I have volunteered my help. We haven't hung out together in quite a while. It was very nice to catch up with her and find out what's she's been up to. She hasn't changed a bit. She is still the crazy girl I remember. She is the ritilin to my ADD. When I'm around her, I am the quieter one. That's a nice change. Her personality is so big, she makes me look shy. And that's an accomplishment. LOL!
What a day! I arrived home at 3:00 o'clock in the wee hours of the morning after having been groped all night by perverts at the bar. Susie Q insisted on dragging me out last night after a full day at the beach. She arrived a bit later with my car. She stayed all day. Blondie was due to arrive around 2:30. She knew she had to leave. The Prodigal Son called and wanted to come up for a few minutes. It was Grand Central Station just before he arrived. Then, it was just he and me. Bliss.
She sits and waits. She sits and waits for her one true love. She wonders where he is right at this moment. She wonders if he is with another woman at this time or single like her...sitting and waiting too? When and where will she meet him? What does he look like? Will she know it instantly or will it be a long process before the lightbulb goes off? How will she know it's him? She sits and waits. She sits and waits for her one true love. I'm afraid she may be waiting for a long, long time.
May I brag about my kids for a moment? I am so damn proud of my two little chickadees, I am beside myself with joy. The Prodigal Son has turned out to be a fine young man. I never thought I would see the day he had a great job, his own car, his own place and handle his own money matters. I need to be pinched. Missy is holding down two jobs, goes to college majoring in dance and secured two spots in yet another dance production. I have been a good mom, I think. My kids are proof!
Hump day should be for humping. I would like to hump on hump day someday. Humping on hump day should be the best humping. I like to hump. I like to hump a lot. I really like my humping partner right now. He humps really good. He can hump me morning, noon and night, for all I care. I could handle his humping for eternity. Seriously!!! I was used to getting humped about once a week when I was married. That is our average since we began seeing each other. But this is better than any hump I have had.
My Favorite Movies: It's a Wonderful Life, Braveheart, Terms of Endearment, P.S. I Love You, The Wizard of Oz, The King and I, Foul Play, Monty Python's Meaning of Life, The Full Monty, My Dog Skip, Jerry McGuire, Chicago, The Sound of Music, The African Queen, The Quiet Man, The Kite Runner, The Terminator, Gone With the Wind, Phantom of the Opera, Shrek, Zoolander, Meet the Parents, Shenendoah, The Bridges of Madison County, Million Dollar Baby, Working Girl, Pulp Fiction, The Sixth Sense, As Good As It Gets, Something's Gotta Give, The Shawshank Redemption and Home For the Holidays.
I have some catching up to do! I hate getting behind on my words. Writer's block is a bitch. Being behind does not help. It just makes it worse. I have been decidedly busier lately than usual. Visiting with my brother and his wife. They spent a week with me. An old friend re-appearing in my life has also taken a lot of my time. A whole day at the pier with her and some of her friends. Then dragging me out that night. When I'm finally home and alone, all I want to do is take it easy.
Hot! Hot! Hot! We are having a heat wave. It is stifling hot and the air is thick with moisture. The humidity bathes you in a steam bath as your pores release their nectar and it runs down the small of your back, the sides of your temples, down your cheek. The fireball in the sky is merciless in it's relentless pursuit of your skin. The only thing you want at a time like this is an ice cold beer, a crystal blue swimming pool and absolutely, positively, without a doubt, no clothes on whatsoever. You want to be nekked!!!
All I wanted to do was purchase a floating device and go float away on the water at the lake. I drove to several different locations, but to no avail. All the summer floatation toys were sold out. I had one last hope which was on the way to the lake. I pulled into the parking lot, got out of my car, immediately began to sweat profusely, and headed for the door. Sweet victory!!! This store had not sold out of water toys. I found exactly what I was looking for. I floated the afternoon away, escaping the stifling heat!
Chicago...what is up with you? You have me worried. You have never taken so long to respond to mail from me. I hope everything is all right with you. I hope that you have just been really, really busy. I hope that the kids are fine. I hope the business is running well. I hope you haven't lost your house and possibly your shirt in this economic mess. I hope that you're not depressed about something and don't want to bother me with it. I most certainly hope it's not because you don't want to be friends any longer.
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