Sunday Drama

This weekend was interesting; I worked most of Saturday and talked to Amy here and there. Also, my brother blogged and let loose on some inhibitions he had about people on the internet, he doesn’t blog much, hes more of an art freak. As I said I worked most of Saturday doing odds and ends, Mr. King was happy to see me roll into the driveway to finish out his back yard garden. Earlier I asked him if it would be ok to stop in on the weekend and get that job out of the way, he was exuberant over it. Trace ate dinner with us, that’s a change because he never eats unless it’s at a bar. Lori wanted to know if she could spend the night at Gs house and Mom was eager to let her go so Trace and I dropped her off. Late Saturday night Amy called once more and we talked a while, she was at home alone and could in peace. I could hear the relation in her voice as she spoke to me. I was so relaxed myself I fell asleep on her. I woke to Jacks poking me to get up and not sleep the day away. He hates to see me sleep a long time, since my sickness -- for some reason he thinks I won’t wake up. Later we drove to Gs to eat a huge dinner and read the newspaper. As I sat and talked to Amy on the phone I saw my PG walk by the window. “What the heck” was my only thought. We just left them not 2 hours ago; my G was at the door with leftovers in hand. “I thought you might want this” I did! “And this” PG came walking up with Lori in his arms. We forgot her! She fell asleep on the floor in the sun room being so quiet we walked right out with out her. She gave us the pout look and said “You forgot me” We did…. I’m a bad big brother; Jacks laughed and carried her off to watch Midnight at the Museum. She was happy. Tomorrow is my day off but I didn’t announce it too much, I don’t want Amy feeling obligated to be with me while her brother is in the hospital.

Twisted Thursday

My horticulture class is going to be a challenge for me because I can see right now my instructor and I are not going to see eye to eye. My methods and views on plant diseases are not quite the same as his. I learned a lot from an old man named George that taught me how to deal with plants that were difficult, using the “old ways”. Also had a small doctor’s appointment today with pretty good results- sort of. He wants me to do small cardio workout everyday for 30 minutes. Just something to boost the immune system and make the infection in my chest move, I can do that nightly, if motivated I’m sure. Paper work at work seems to be coming along without Diane around to keep things in order, even if I do hate it. I’m still in the “Take change and do it correctly mode” which actually is making work roll right along. Cari called in sick because she thought tanning in a bed might make her relax, she burned and can’t stretch her legs today and her back is on fire. Jacks is rocking in his paintings and drawings and sold a few in the last few days, he’s some what worried that he may be out of a job soon, his boss is getting married and selling the business. Hopefully that will last until he is off to college and away from home. I still worry about him and how he is dealing with a lot of things around the house and far away up north. Last night we had joyous news that Pops would be going back to the Gulf the next week to work on a project and will be there indefinitely. I know Mom isn’t too pleased with it but he suggested since she is feeling well and her sister is better that she and Lori stay a while down there with him. Good idea!! This means full reign of enjoyment and parties and sleepovers and junk food for the summer. Way to go Pops!

Internet searching... or what to do while bored.

It’s misting rain here today, good! That means working out in the field is a no go. Today was my first class; I had 3 but dropped 2. It’s a horticulture class that I really wanted and it only comes up once or so a year. This summer will be busy in work so more than one class isn’t an option for me. I piddled around doing odds and ends inside and needed to find some new tools, so a few searches here and there on the internet and found what I needed. Then it hit me, what about this site? How could or would someone search it? My other site was pretty popular with various people giving me emails of hope and suggestions (mostly to shut up). I informed some of my closer friends of my move so they can keep in touch; I didn’t want to totally cut myself off from everyone. I jumped on Google and typed in my page name, low and behold there are a million “Blah Blah blogs” of course this isn’t a double “Blah” blog so I’m safely tucked way down on the search engine sites. My Mom likes this site, because of the titles; she can easily go to her favorite page and do a re-read. Speaking of Mom, she seems to be doing well with some small bouts of weakness but she claims that’s from the anemia. Her sister made it out of the hospital a week ago and is trying her best to stay upbeat; her next CAT scan in very close (crosses fingers). I talked to Trace today, just seeing how his recording thing is going. He seems very happy about it but is miffed at Jacks. This whole time Trace and I have been teasing him tutoring Sandy and how she gives him the goo goo eyes, they spend a lot of extra time together as well, not in the books. Jacks always invites Trace to tag along in what ever out-of-book adventures they may have, now the plot thickens – Jacks has been playing match maker for Trace and Sandy. Trace said this whole time he thought Jacks might have feelings for Sandy, Jacks says nope, that he is perfectly happy. The little sneak just wanted to hook Trace up for the summer. I’m going to watch these two and see how it goes and keep another eye on Jacks so he doesn’t play match maker anywhere else.

The Longest Weekend!

It really wasn’t too bad of a weekend; I worked a lot trying my best to get paperwork complete in the office so I might be able to work in the field some. I think I managed it. I promised I would say something about Lori and her T-ball team. A total crack up to me, she has no concept of baseball what so ever, she is a huge girly girl. Anyway, when she is out in the field she daydreams and plays in the dirt and doesn’t notice the other team is out there with her. When she is at bat, she does hit the ball, but runs to the pitchers mound instead of first base -- with the bat still in hand. The other day she was covering third base and this little boy made it to her base, he was waiting on the next batter to hit him, they did and the coach yells “run run!!” so they both did!! Lori beat him to home plate, stood there and waved at us because she made a “Homerun” too. We all howled with laughter at her. One lady told us Lori is the reason why she watches the games now. The other day she was hit with the ball while batting and was able to take her base. Why they were pitching I don’t know, but I asked her what base she chose and she smartly told me “first base is the only one you can take Mark” Ok ok!! Jacks was my buddy Saturday, he me take some time out of the office and ride with him on our bikes. He also treated me to two huge cheeseburgers and fries and a shake, after that we rode for over 3 hours just taking in the scenery. I had to stop to get some gas, while filling up this older lady in a huge sunbonnet gave me the 2 thumbs up sign, I gave them back. I guess in me doing that she felt comfortable in coming over for a chat while I filled up. “Nice bikes!” I nodded and thanked her, then she told me she and her gal pal over there had been riding for over 26 years on BMWs. I was in awe; she rattled on some more information about bike routes and asked where I was from, the usual conversation. She finally walked in the store, Jacks was across from me at another pump snickering “That usually happens to me, I’m glad its you this time” I smirked and shot him a bird. Next I hear “Bow chick bow wow. Well hello Misses Robinson” I wanted to spray him with gas. We made it to town where he found some friends and I drove home to take a nap, but my day wasn’t complete until I talked to Amy some. She is my breath of fresh air and makes my day. I did hear from her…..

A Pity Party for me

You know looking back on a few things I realized my little brother has been blaming himself for a lot of things that are totally my fault. For instance, my ex and her raining wrath on me and making me sick wasn’t his fault in any way but mine. Earlier, I should have seen her cheating ways and recognized what she was doing and accepted it, thereby dumping her instead of clinging on to her like some crazy fool. If I had, then Jacks wouldn’t have run into her with her “dates” and felt the need to tell me. Hence she couldn’t blame him for telling me the truth. I wouldn’t have gotten the crap beat out of me and dehydrated and then sick making him sit with me at the hospital worrying him for that long while as I still do with an infection that won’t leave because I’m too stubborn to control it. Ok, that’s settled now part 2: his old girlfriend liked me at first; we all know that -- he does too. That New Years Night if I had just gave into her silly immature ways and set her straight how to act; she would have gone on her way thus saving him from one of his greatest heartaches. Later, she wouldn’t have left him like she did; she would have been angry with me and gone on her way to do damage to another. Part 3: My Pops, that huge jerk needs to take his aggressions out on me, jacks is totally innocent, my Pop has a beef with me and my decisions in life. Jacks however sticks up for me and also receives the brunt of it. My Pops is right I’m not the brightest bulb in the box; I can’t even read a phone bill correctly. Today I totally fluffed office work here and there; I can’t seem to maintain any kind of concentration when it comes to paper work. Who does that? Who starts a business and can’t do the paper work? I do! I really need to get back into the game; I’ve been slacking on jobs and work ethics and keeping up paperwork. So now, no more whining and moping, I’m going to take charge again, with work and home and anything else pertaining to my life. No more letting things slip by, any more of forgotten things, no more half ass work. Let’s see if there is going to be improvements.

Oh What a Tangled Web We Weave

So this morning I wake up to a site, my little sister is patting my younger brother on the head telling him “it’s ok”. My heart stopped, then lurched wondering what the situation might be. “He misses his girlfriend” Lori told me with big dewy eyes, misses his girlfriend? He seemed happy the last few weeks, going out doing his own thing, riding his new motorcycle and hanging out with friends. She was the one too busy for him; she’s the one that had school and grad and prom, work and being tutored, all coming at her at once. He understood all that and accepted it and waited for her for over 2 months, when he found out she could have squeezed some time in for him (she was going to parties and hanging with old friends again, also dropped her class she was being tutored in) he chose to break out and do things as well. I don’t blame him for being hurt over finding this; I did encourage him to go out -- along with his other friends. So I asked him to tell me truthfully what he might be feeling. “I just miss the fun we had and the good times and just being with her, she told me the other night after her grad staff meeting she would be back to hang out with me but never showed – as always.” I know the hurt in his voice and felt the pain he was feeling; neglected, as a second thought, nothing important, something for bored time. I know how it is to love someone so deeply and not have them love you back as you need. He chose not to talk about it, thinking that the pain would eventually go away and he could make it easier --- it’s not that easy. If you love as completely as he does, it doesn’t just “go away or get easier”. In half pity I suggested he talk to her once more and tell how he’s feeling. “NO!” he said he was tired of spilling his guts out to her; feeling guilty making her sad and then days later she goes back to doing the same things again. “I’ve been reading my messages you think you are deleting Mark”, my head dropped. “She makes me feel like I’m the bad guy, not being there while she tries to contact me at 3am and wonders why I’m not answering.” Lori suggested answering her messages even if she wasn’t around and that is it, but I don’t agree. I think he is getting to the point where it is all or nothing for him; the waiting for those two months without a message was ok until he found out the other circumstances, now the sad “I miss you and I hate not hearing from you” she sends him are just hurting. Some times love is cuddly and warm and sometimes it kicks you in the nuts. He wiped his face, kissed his little sister and gave me a half smile; walked to the beach, blasted his I Pod playing Keith Urban “You’ll Think of Me”.

Freaky Tuesdays

I guess today lots of things hit me, lots of life issues. Today my ex had her baby boy; Elijah Jack. He’s named after my brother Jackson in a way. He didn’t like the idea very much and we have been talking about it most the evening. Cari and I have also been talking about the baby, how it would effect me. I’ve said over and over that it doesn’t bother me that she is having another mans child, she chose to break up with me (cheat) and then marry another; then get pregnant from another guy. I know!!! She’s a real winner, she wasn’t like that growing up, things change and people do too. I haven’t changed my feelings for her and even though she does have a small child, it’s her choice and her responsibility. Cari insists that I’m going to set up some fund to help her with the kid, I’m not…Amy says I cant help but to worry about the baby, I do but there is nothing in my power to help her with, if I do help then it appears (to her) I want her back. I’m not hurt or angry or wishing I had a kid now. I do however wish the best for the both of them. Right now my girlfriend is the only thing on my mind and my job. Missing Amy since I was spoiled all last week talking to her, the whole day was just different for me not being able to talk to her whenever of how ever long I wanted. On top of that she had to take her brother to the hospital because of a bacteria infection in his lungs. My work, last Saturday my best office worker fell from a ladder and broke her pelvic bone. OUCH!! So on top of baby drama and people calling me left and right over that I was missing Amy and having to learn Diane’s job. A super weird day, now Jacks and I sit dumbfounded that she chose to use his name and why. Anyways I plan on hitting the grindstone big time again tomorrow to finish up my office work and make my plans for the next month or so. Tomorrow if I get time I will post about my sister and her being on the T ball team, I keep forgetting to say something about our little Babe Ruth.

What a week we had!!

Ok this week was fun filled and so much love in it because Amy and I hung out together. We shopped, giggled, laughed then gossiped the whole week. Snuggling and cuddling on the beach out in a tree house and just having all around fun taking snap shots of each other. If it wasn’t all day long, then it was that night, did we get tired of each other? NO! As bad as it sounds, I wanted more time with her. One day, Tuesday, I thought to be a total bust, because of her baby brother, emphasis on the word “baby“ wanting to stay at home and play sick. I know, I should give this guy some slack but I cant, he doesn’t care about anything or anyone but himself. I see his games and the way he thinks ahead to get his way, the pitiful thing is he so babied it’s sickening. Next subject! I was trying my best to keep my blood pressure down for the doctor’s visit next week. If it’s bad I will be spending the next week or so with him which won’t be as much fun. I didn’t ride my new bike as much this week because the weather wasn’t the warmest and I’m not a cool weather fan. I can wait, I have all summer long to ride it. Lori and I will have some big bro and lil sis down time today, she misses my little brother Jacks who is preoccupied with his spring break and not around so much. I smell a Harry Potter marathon going on all day today for she and I. Speaking of Jacks, he has been very please with his bike this whole week, riding around town and showing it off. Oh well. Next subject! I have 3 more days of vacation and then its back to the grindstone for me. Do I dread it? You bet…….

Another nice but cold Sunday

Jacks and I rode to Gs on our new bikes. I rumbled in a little earlier than Jacks, he was busy teasing my girl friend and needed to stop for gas. As I rolled in G noticed my dark circles once more under my eyes but the lack of a head ache -- which to her was a plus. My Pops and Mom were busy with Lori and her Easter egg hunt; PG was getting ready for Jacks to roll in. He did in a panic over the fact he spilled a minute bit of gas on his bright red tank and raced for paper towels and water to clean it. After that drama, we all sat down for a hot dinner, later I did my usual of hitting the floor in the sunroom to read the news paper and relax. This time my Mom felt it necessary to lay with me and rub my back -- which naturally put me out for a good 45 minutes. Before my slumber she and I talked about Jacks and how happy he was over the bikes and how I felt about the whole purchases. I was happy and satisfied over them, she knows very well about my buyer’s remorse over every major purchase I make. Earlier this morning (around 3 am) Amy called me to talk some. A great surprise for me and I didn’t object at all since it is the weekend and spending any time with her is all I need. Tonight Jacks was invited to hang out with some people down town and I decided to hang out around the house as I promised the doctor. I am a man of my word and plan on coming back to the doctor’s office with better results for him. Monday comes and tag buying and insurance fun.

A new Biketh this way comes

So today I feel like a new man, its funny yesterday I thought I was a goner but today something snapped and I feel like a human again. It was super busy at work and I was all over the place doing this and that. I walked in and Cari was all excited about Easter and her next 3 days off. I’m excited about my next ohm 13 or so. To make sure I’m excited for those days I bought a bike, two bikes…not bicycles but motorcycles. Kawasaki 900 LTs one red and one black, one for Jacks and one for me. I haven’t exactly told him about them because they will be his Easter surprise. He’s been great helping me at work, setting up my computers, doing work on the greenhouse, painting a huge mural on the side of my building, that if you didn’t watch yourself you would think you were in a forest. When I talk about Chris and I say he’s my best friend or trace they are, but he is a special “best friend” to me, some one I love more than anything in the world. He took care of me when I saw so sick; he also took care of my girlfriend when I was so sick. Not many younger brothers would even think of doing that, or would want to. Does he come back and say “Hey, remember when I did all that for you?” no, he doesn’t, he cant even see what he did for me and Amy and the rest of the family staying eight by my side the whole time. I respect him for that, more than he knows that’s why he’s so special to me and will always be in my heart. My parents should be and they are so proud of him, he’s a genius and I don’t say that braggingly. He’s an artist and the funniest most caring guy you will meet on this whacked out planet. Ok, I got of topic here, this is supposed to be a blog about new bikes and the fun I plan on having with them, when they come in on Saturday (I hope). Let’s just see if tomorrow I put up a whine post that they won’t be ready.

Monday Nnnnot like we planned it

This Monday came out weird, Amy was not in a good mood; because her 5 (13) year old brother didn’t want to go to school again and her 3 (16) year old cousin refused to get out of the bed. I swear, with my temper these days those guys would be coming out black and blue and running out of the house screaming. Anyway we shopped a little and that turned into a mess at least for me, after a while everything seemed to come together for us. I still enjoyed my time with Amy. Luke had another Kyle story for me yesterday; he’s in the defiant stage of life, so at church he likes tying Mommy out some kicking the pew in front of him. She asked him to stop --- Nope he did it again, she asked him once more -- Nope. This time she gave him a small tap on the leg and said please stop -- he slightly moved his foot to the pew and looked at her with a devious look in his eyes. Julie said before she knew it Luke was pulling off his belt and reaching for Kyle’s little hand to take him to the bathroom “NOOOOOOO NOT THE BELT!!” that didn’t work for Luke and all Julie could do was giggle. I rolled with laughter knowing exactly what happened in the bathroom, maybe because just about every Sunday growing up, I had the same treatment. Tomorrow I visit the doctor, with my luck I might be in the room next to my aunt. He’s threatened to pull me in the hospital if I can’t lower my blood pressure and get rid of this infection in my chest. She’s not feeling so well these days with the second treatment she had no potassium in her body and not eaten anything solid since last Wednesday. I know how she feels with the low potassium it’s no fun and the fluids going in really suck.