So today I walk into work and everyone is in lather over the Swine Flu and the girl missing from Myrtle Beach.
What makes us all get into an uproar over things like this? One lady here loaded each desk up with rubbing alcohol and hand wipes. The seventeen year old girl missing is a tragedy but in the news report (and we can’t always believe that) said she was prone to leaving or running away. Poor girl needs to get her some help.
The Swine Flu is another interesting story, Cari the office germ freak, decided to wash everything down with Clorox. I about passed out from the smell and there’s not been any cases reported here yet. She actually had a book out of Reader Digest “Back to Basics” like she was going to go camp out on her husbands parents farm and live off the land. When and if the day does come she will be a train wreck.
I talked to Luke last night in Atlanta and they have a few cases reported there, their kids are not school age, Kyle is in a Mommy’s Day out like thing so he’s on vacation from that, because just like his daddy, if there is a cold to be caught Kyle will get it.
Jacks said there were two unconfirmed cases where he is and a few more reported this morning. They closed down the schools and daycares there, but not his college classes. He’s too rowdy to catch anything but he did mention his heads been hurting the last few days and throat is sore.
Lori is worried that it will come this weekend, since she wants to go see the movie again she was cold busted on before. I don’t get the closing schools and then the little runts are running around the malls and on the beaches together anyway. If they do close she may end up in class until Memorial weekend.
What blows my mind the sheer panic some are going through, stock piling gas and foods, tightening up houses? Some of the younger kids are all up in arms and the problem hasn’t even hit close to here yet.
Whatever the out come will be……no matter how hard you wash your hands.
Thursday, April 30
Monday, April 27
Whirlwinds
Last week was a super busy for me off and on; the weather is clearing up so I can work outside once more. Thursday was the first time in 3 months I’ve really had a nice sweat going from pulling up some stumps out of a lot.
The café did very well on Saturday so we may need that extra help now for Bee. I thought maybe sneaking in to get a sandwich would be a breeze but I had to wait. Not that I am complaining, so I walked around the green house thinking of other items that might go well. Earlier that morning I played a long round of golf with the guys and noticed I really need to hit the driving range.
When I was younger, my PG and I would go to the range and out past it was a train track In my entertainment my PG would whack the balls out there so I could hear the “thunk” as it clipped the train. The owner of the range finally came out and asked my PG to stop that he hated going out there to find the balls. One of my first jobs was to drive the truck that picked up balls in a driving range, my friends would come out to try and hit me.
The country club has no complaints as of yet, but of course, I’ve not seen the complaint lady.
I talked to Jacks for a few minutes on Sunday as I did an evil trick on someone (Can’t say just what—she reads this blog too) he is doing fine keeping extra busy, I think a little too busy if you ask me. His work is kicking him in the ass, not that he can’t keep up with it. But the worry of idiots in his office being jerks -- some of these people have kids older than him but they still want to act as if they are teenagers with the gossip. He wouldn’t go much into detail with me other than one guy is a total dweeb.
Lori was a perfect angel this weekend and only spent the night at Gs, getting ready to pick strawberries. Our grand’s have a huge patch and everyone loves to come out and pick them. I don’t mind eating them, just not having to get out there and pick them – I do enough “gardening” on my work week. At least the café will have some nice fresh strawberries for their treats.
*I found two pennies*
The café did very well on Saturday so we may need that extra help now for Bee. I thought maybe sneaking in to get a sandwich would be a breeze but I had to wait. Not that I am complaining, so I walked around the green house thinking of other items that might go well. Earlier that morning I played a long round of golf with the guys and noticed I really need to hit the driving range.
When I was younger, my PG and I would go to the range and out past it was a train track In my entertainment my PG would whack the balls out there so I could hear the “thunk” as it clipped the train. The owner of the range finally came out and asked my PG to stop that he hated going out there to find the balls. One of my first jobs was to drive the truck that picked up balls in a driving range, my friends would come out to try and hit me.
The country club has no complaints as of yet, but of course, I’ve not seen the complaint lady.
I talked to Jacks for a few minutes on Sunday as I did an evil trick on someone (Can’t say just what—she reads this blog too) he is doing fine keeping extra busy, I think a little too busy if you ask me. His work is kicking him in the ass, not that he can’t keep up with it. But the worry of idiots in his office being jerks -- some of these people have kids older than him but they still want to act as if they are teenagers with the gossip. He wouldn’t go much into detail with me other than one guy is a total dweeb.
Lori was a perfect angel this weekend and only spent the night at Gs, getting ready to pick strawberries. Our grand’s have a huge patch and everyone loves to come out and pick them. I don’t mind eating them, just not having to get out there and pick them – I do enough “gardening” on my work week. At least the café will have some nice fresh strawberries for their treats.
*I found two pennies*
Monday, April 20
Being A Sneak
It was nice these last two days, nothing major happened. I stopped into the café on Saturday to have a bite to eat, check inventory and pester Bee. After all that fun, hopping over to the country club to make sure some progress is being made there. Maybe it’s just me, but to let the members see that I check up and show interest helps a bit. Now if the rain would just let up.
That night a few of us decided to go see a movie, we wanted to go on Friday but drinking plans got in the way. So we are all marching in to see a movie and whose little blonde head do I see in line? My little sister, who was supposed to be spending the night with some other girls, I couldn’t believe my eyes, buying my ticket I kept one eye on her to see which movie she sauntered into. It was that 17 Again movie of course, she naturally, just like her older brother, made a pit stop at the concession stand. She placed her order in and before she could finish I asked her if she wanted extra butter on that popcorn.
If anyone could have measured her for a high jump record at that moment I’m sure she would have broke it. The look of shock on her face was priceless, “You owe me” is all I said and walked away with a smirk on my face. I stopped and turned around to see her jaw wide open and I gave her the two fingers to my eyes and pointed them in her direction gesture and pranced into my movie.
Sunday comes along and I wouldn’t miss church for anything in the world this weekend. Somehow I knew Lori would be there as well. Before church I had to stop in Wal-Mart and pick up a few items, one being donuts and a few odds and ends for myself. I was going to have my dinner cooked and house cleaned that night……I talked to Jacks early that day as well, he said that Amy might be calling me which was fine, so I had a chat with her while I shopped, she enjoys hearing me do the self check out and how it never works for me.
Church was interesting, Lori sneaked in beside me, glancing up at me every once in a while with a pleading face. After the services I told her how she could keep my mouth shut. Since she would be going to Gs after, she could come over to my house and find a mini list of chores to do and what I wanted for dinner. She grumbled at me but after my suggestion of letting Mom in on her where abouts on Saturday night she agreed.
After I came home to make an inspection of her job, she did well enough for me and we both sat down and had pizza together (She just had to call it in). I explained to her that its fun and exciting to do things like that and not get caught but there are always bad side effects that can happen and accidents. If she wanted to go see a movie or be somewhere to let me at least know and I could help her out if possible. Otherwise, next time she was busted I would have to tell Mom who would put down the wrath of God on her and she knows it.
That night a few of us decided to go see a movie, we wanted to go on Friday but drinking plans got in the way. So we are all marching in to see a movie and whose little blonde head do I see in line? My little sister, who was supposed to be spending the night with some other girls, I couldn’t believe my eyes, buying my ticket I kept one eye on her to see which movie she sauntered into. It was that 17 Again movie of course, she naturally, just like her older brother, made a pit stop at the concession stand. She placed her order in and before she could finish I asked her if she wanted extra butter on that popcorn.
If anyone could have measured her for a high jump record at that moment I’m sure she would have broke it. The look of shock on her face was priceless, “You owe me” is all I said and walked away with a smirk on my face. I stopped and turned around to see her jaw wide open and I gave her the two fingers to my eyes and pointed them in her direction gesture and pranced into my movie.
Sunday comes along and I wouldn’t miss church for anything in the world this weekend. Somehow I knew Lori would be there as well. Before church I had to stop in Wal-Mart and pick up a few items, one being donuts and a few odds and ends for myself. I was going to have my dinner cooked and house cleaned that night……I talked to Jacks early that day as well, he said that Amy might be calling me which was fine, so I had a chat with her while I shopped, she enjoys hearing me do the self check out and how it never works for me.
Church was interesting, Lori sneaked in beside me, glancing up at me every once in a while with a pleading face. After the services I told her how she could keep my mouth shut. Since she would be going to Gs after, she could come over to my house and find a mini list of chores to do and what I wanted for dinner. She grumbled at me but after my suggestion of letting Mom in on her where abouts on Saturday night she agreed.
After I came home to make an inspection of her job, she did well enough for me and we both sat down and had pizza together (She just had to call it in). I explained to her that its fun and exciting to do things like that and not get caught but there are always bad side effects that can happen and accidents. If she wanted to go see a movie or be somewhere to let me at least know and I could help her out if possible. Otherwise, next time she was busted I would have to tell Mom who would put down the wrath of God on her and she knows it.
Friday, April 17
Sleepies
The other day Luke and I were talking about his kids, Kyle is running up on 3 now I think, oh my God I’m a terrible uncle. Whatever, Luke and I always get a crack out of talking about when we were growing up together.
He was telling me how Kyle is all against having the naps during the day and Julie has an all out battle with him and Camen then. I can remember naps and how I loved them, Luke was always napping ten or fifteen minutes before time. Because we were always racing around the house wearing ourselves down not to mention my Mom. Jacks hated it, you could never get him to drop and Lori would go only if you rocked her to sleep.
I remember one time Mom was about to kill us three, she would clean something up in the house and sure enough one of us would be right behind her messing it up. Our Pops would come home from lunch and right after he left it would be the time for our dreaded daily deed. Jacks couldn’t have been any more than two, Luke was out of that stage and I was getting pretty close. That day, Pops leaves to go back to work; Mom turns to us with a big smile on her face and claps her hands “Yay! Its nap time!!” At first I clapped in excitement, because she was excited but then realized what it was for and wasn’t too happy about it. Off we rolled to our rooms, we were duped all I could say was “Nooo!” but I’d clapped about it so I had to go. Mom was pretty proud that she found a new “fun” way to get us to hit the sack for a while and give her some peace and quiet.
The next day the plan was the same for her -- big smile, bending down and “Yay!!” I looked her dead pan in the face; I was on to her game and she knew the jig was up. I was proud of myself because I had caught on. Maybe just maybe, I would be excluded from the game from now on. But behind me I hear “Its nap time!” and clapping….. It was Jacks with his big cheesy smile and blonde curly headed locks bouncing up and down… what a goober!
He was telling me how Kyle is all against having the naps during the day and Julie has an all out battle with him and Camen then. I can remember naps and how I loved them, Luke was always napping ten or fifteen minutes before time. Because we were always racing around the house wearing ourselves down not to mention my Mom. Jacks hated it, you could never get him to drop and Lori would go only if you rocked her to sleep.
I remember one time Mom was about to kill us three, she would clean something up in the house and sure enough one of us would be right behind her messing it up. Our Pops would come home from lunch and right after he left it would be the time for our dreaded daily deed. Jacks couldn’t have been any more than two, Luke was out of that stage and I was getting pretty close. That day, Pops leaves to go back to work; Mom turns to us with a big smile on her face and claps her hands “Yay! Its nap time!!” At first I clapped in excitement, because she was excited but then realized what it was for and wasn’t too happy about it. Off we rolled to our rooms, we were duped all I could say was “Nooo!” but I’d clapped about it so I had to go. Mom was pretty proud that she found a new “fun” way to get us to hit the sack for a while and give her some peace and quiet.
The next day the plan was the same for her -- big smile, bending down and “Yay!!” I looked her dead pan in the face; I was on to her game and she knew the jig was up. I was proud of myself because I had caught on. Maybe just maybe, I would be excluded from the game from now on. But behind me I hear “Its nap time!” and clapping….. It was Jacks with his big cheesy smile and blonde curly headed locks bouncing up and down… what a goober!
Wednesday, April 15
Wigglin room
So this older lady at the country club is really getting under my skin, with all her picking and prodding about with the work. Something has to be up with her…. Maybe she’s lonely or one of those type A personalities or a full on loon. Maybe she knows about how I like to make everyone happy with my work and she’s going to be the one challenge for me. It’s bugging me that I can’t seem to make her happy. I guess it’s the old adage” the squeaky wheel gets the grease” maybe it’s just the challenge to make her crack a smile with our work. ….Maybe I’m just a paranoid geek?
Talked to Luke a little while just making sure Julie is feeling well, she’s been on my mind for the last few days. I know that moving out of their old house into an apartment and building a new house, taking care of two little monkeys under the age of three. On top of that being pregnant with twins has to be harsh on a body. He said she’s fine, and the runts are as well. Luke says he might have to move out of state a month or so setting up a new project, oh boy. -- One worry off my mind.
Caught Jacks in transit to a class, usually I let him call me but I was in an extra chatty mood and crossed my fingers to talk to him. He’s swimming along in school of course, like it’s a day camp for him. Work is more stressful for him with some jerk worried that Jacks may take his job, all I got to say to the dude, is to get your game up Jacks is on your ass. He said that he and Jess are just fine thank you very much. --- No worries there.
Lori is on a man hunt, and this whole time I thought she would love the Jonas Brothers or that Jesse McCartney dude, you know the ones at are unattainable. How do I know this? She called me asking if I could drop her off at the long side of the beach. She’s about 100 yards from the beach, why would she want to go way over there? New boys of course! We will see if she gets a ride from me. -- One more worry for me there.
*Susan Boyle touched my heart, search her*
Talked to Luke a little while just making sure Julie is feeling well, she’s been on my mind for the last few days. I know that moving out of their old house into an apartment and building a new house, taking care of two little monkeys under the age of three. On top of that being pregnant with twins has to be harsh on a body. He said she’s fine, and the runts are as well. Luke says he might have to move out of state a month or so setting up a new project, oh boy. -- One worry off my mind.
Caught Jacks in transit to a class, usually I let him call me but I was in an extra chatty mood and crossed my fingers to talk to him. He’s swimming along in school of course, like it’s a day camp for him. Work is more stressful for him with some jerk worried that Jacks may take his job, all I got to say to the dude, is to get your game up Jacks is on your ass. He said that he and Jess are just fine thank you very much. --- No worries there.
Lori is on a man hunt, and this whole time I thought she would love the Jonas Brothers or that Jesse McCartney dude, you know the ones at are unattainable. How do I know this? She called me asking if I could drop her off at the long side of the beach. She’s about 100 yards from the beach, why would she want to go way over there? New boys of course! We will see if she gets a ride from me. -- One more worry for me there.
*Susan Boyle touched my heart, search her*
Tuesday, April 14
Still working
The country club project is still moving right along, the directors romped about the areas we were working in this weekend and seemed to approve of our accomplishments. Except for one, this lady that has to be as old as Methuselah, nit picks at every over turned stone. “Why is this plant going to be here, coloring concrete is going to get on our feet” the complaints go on and on. I see there will be a lot of redoing work with this one; the other directors suggested that smiling and continuing the direction we are going in would be fine.
Mom and I had another long discussion about Pops this weekend, she does but she doesn’t want to let go. If it were me, he would have been history a long time ago, but it’s not me. I’m not so patient or forgiving and after a while the drama gets too much for me and I’m eager to walk away. Maybe the whole issue with Beth a while back still burns me; I don’t tend to put up with it anymore. I don’t have to put up with silly and petty drama and childishness and can live perfectly fine as it is.
Visited Trace and Michelle this weekend, they are talking kids, Trace a daddy? That almost as bad as Jacks being one, the world will spin backwards. They are all giddy and smiles still, their apartment is cute but cramped and way too small for them and another one the way. So they are waiting for a little while longer until Trace can get settled in his job and Michelle is in hers and they can buy or rent a house.
We did the cookout deal at their apartment Saturday night, Trace warned me that Michelle was in the “hook up” mode, I told her very quickly that my life was in perfect order, she scowled at me. “But I have the perfect person for you to meet!” Why do they always say that? Then she asked me when Jacks might be coming home that he would like to meet her, I jumped on that one fast. I told her that Jacks is very happy in his relationship with Jessica and not only would she claw my eyes out she would go for Jacks too.
I still have a year of school to finish up and my job is keeping me so busy right now that looking at another person is out of the subject, not to mention Amy. In this economy you have to have a good education and stable job to survive, money issues is half the reason why people break up. I want to be established and settled in my life, get out all the wild hairs, maybe be a bit more mature in my thoughts.
*I found sixteen cents*
Mom and I had another long discussion about Pops this weekend, she does but she doesn’t want to let go. If it were me, he would have been history a long time ago, but it’s not me. I’m not so patient or forgiving and after a while the drama gets too much for me and I’m eager to walk away. Maybe the whole issue with Beth a while back still burns me; I don’t tend to put up with it anymore. I don’t have to put up with silly and petty drama and childishness and can live perfectly fine as it is.
Visited Trace and Michelle this weekend, they are talking kids, Trace a daddy? That almost as bad as Jacks being one, the world will spin backwards. They are all giddy and smiles still, their apartment is cute but cramped and way too small for them and another one the way. So they are waiting for a little while longer until Trace can get settled in his job and Michelle is in hers and they can buy or rent a house.
We did the cookout deal at their apartment Saturday night, Trace warned me that Michelle was in the “hook up” mode, I told her very quickly that my life was in perfect order, she scowled at me. “But I have the perfect person for you to meet!” Why do they always say that? Then she asked me when Jacks might be coming home that he would like to meet her, I jumped on that one fast. I told her that Jacks is very happy in his relationship with Jessica and not only would she claw my eyes out she would go for Jacks too.
I still have a year of school to finish up and my job is keeping me so busy right now that looking at another person is out of the subject, not to mention Amy. In this economy you have to have a good education and stable job to survive, money issues is half the reason why people break up. I want to be established and settled in my life, get out all the wild hairs, maybe be a bit more mature in my thoughts.
*I found sixteen cents*
Friday, April 10
A giggle..I think
Not only does my Mom call me for a Honey Do list, she calls me about the latest gossip or a cool recipe that even I couldn’t mess up, but she calls me with giggles.
So Lori is all about being a grown up these days, she’s a woman in her own eyes. Even though she only hit the double digits this year.
First it was the little bra, I remember the day she decided she wanted one and just so happens I was with them as they shopped. I eased myself out to the nearest book store to hide while they took measurements and what not, I can’t imagine what they use to measure you for a bra and really don’t want to know.
A few months later the grumpies started with her, I couldn’t tease her or make her laugh without Lori biting my head off. That’s another reason why I’m grateful that Luke and Jacks were both boys, I would die or be killed being the middle kid of two girls. After that eventful day came about, she announce she was a woman and no one should mess with her, and yes Jess, technically she is but she is still my little baby sister until I say she’s not.
This week she decided that shaving under her arms would be cool; Mom says she has little peach fuzz there and nothing more. She told Lori it would be best to hold off on the shaving as long as she could but of course Little Miss Grown Up wouldn’t wait.
Mom bought her a safety razor like deal, I'm sure with some cutsie name. I suggested one of those that yanks the hair out by the roots, she wouldn’t be so hip to shave then. Anyway, she takes her bath and emerges out with a scowl on her face per Mom. “Mom, did you give me a fake razor?” Mom said she held back her giggles and asked her to show her the one she used, Lori didn’t remove the protective covering. Oh well, we all have to learn sometimes, I remember my first shaving experience, I looked like someone came after me with a hack saw, after that I ran to the electric razor and never looked back.
When I look at Lori I still see that chunky cheeked, blonde, curly haired kid running in circles making up songs to annoy us. When she would scream at the top of her lungs if a bug crawled in the house or someone (Jacks) played a trick on her. The summer that I had the joy of taking care of her while Mom was sick, I was able to rock her to sleep and read stories to her at night. Her little bubble head cracking my door open on Saturdays mornings wanting her “panny cakes” asking with a finger jabbed in her mouth. Teaching her how to surf and ride her bike and kick sand at bad boys if they were mean to her.
Now she’s taller, much taller and slim, long gone are those pinch able cheeks and the wild curly hair is flowing down her back. She makes her mind up on things and gives her opinion now more freely. If she’s hungry, she makes her own Pancakes….. I feel there will be no more of “color of the day dresses” and “monkey bar battles”. She has artwork of boy bands in her room instead of the Barbie collection.
My little sister, she’s a punk but I love her all the same.
So Lori is all about being a grown up these days, she’s a woman in her own eyes. Even though she only hit the double digits this year.
First it was the little bra, I remember the day she decided she wanted one and just so happens I was with them as they shopped. I eased myself out to the nearest book store to hide while they took measurements and what not, I can’t imagine what they use to measure you for a bra and really don’t want to know.
A few months later the grumpies started with her, I couldn’t tease her or make her laugh without Lori biting my head off. That’s another reason why I’m grateful that Luke and Jacks were both boys, I would die or be killed being the middle kid of two girls. After that eventful day came about, she announce she was a woman and no one should mess with her, and yes Jess, technically she is but she is still my little baby sister until I say she’s not.
This week she decided that shaving under her arms would be cool; Mom says she has little peach fuzz there and nothing more. She told Lori it would be best to hold off on the shaving as long as she could but of course Little Miss Grown Up wouldn’t wait.
Mom bought her a safety razor like deal, I'm sure with some cutsie name. I suggested one of those that yanks the hair out by the roots, she wouldn’t be so hip to shave then. Anyway, she takes her bath and emerges out with a scowl on her face per Mom. “Mom, did you give me a fake razor?” Mom said she held back her giggles and asked her to show her the one she used, Lori didn’t remove the protective covering. Oh well, we all have to learn sometimes, I remember my first shaving experience, I looked like someone came after me with a hack saw, after that I ran to the electric razor and never looked back.
When I look at Lori I still see that chunky cheeked, blonde, curly haired kid running in circles making up songs to annoy us. When she would scream at the top of her lungs if a bug crawled in the house or someone (Jacks) played a trick on her. The summer that I had the joy of taking care of her while Mom was sick, I was able to rock her to sleep and read stories to her at night. Her little bubble head cracking my door open on Saturdays mornings wanting her “panny cakes” asking with a finger jabbed in her mouth. Teaching her how to surf and ride her bike and kick sand at bad boys if they were mean to her.
Now she’s taller, much taller and slim, long gone are those pinch able cheeks and the wild curly hair is flowing down her back. She makes her mind up on things and gives her opinion now more freely. If she’s hungry, she makes her own Pancakes….. I feel there will be no more of “color of the day dresses” and “monkey bar battles”. She has artwork of boy bands in her room instead of the Barbie collection.
My little sister, she’s a punk but I love her all the same.
Thursday, April 9
Phase one
We started on the ground breaking of some of the area of the country club; I’ve been making plans and thinking out just where to put the plants. I’ve been calculating concrete measurements and brick detailing, if the ground will dry some we plan on doing some digging. Which by the looks of the weather it’s not going to happen very soon, we can do many work a rounds to keep up the schedule.
Chris is just itching to get into the pool area, so I’ve had him painting out the general idea of the new planters and paths. Actually is a bit early for him to ogle the bathing suits, the warm temps really haven’t been there for us.
Tomorrow I plan on sitting down with a few of the directors and see if they like the direction we are going, sometimes its easier to visualize it on the ground instead of on paper.
Spoke to my mom a while the other night, in fact, I just told her to let me hang up and I would drive over for a visit. It was the first time I’ve been to the house since the birthday fiasco. It really doesn’t look good for her and Pops these days. (Why would I put this here?) I document everything that goes on, no holds barred. Besides how is this going to come back and bite me in the ass? I didn’t do anything; no murder involved however at times there could have been on my part. I see how she feels; it’s not easy to walk away from a 27+ year investment, you want to try and make it work. Hell, I can’t drop anything from a 3 month investment. Its evident that all the counseling and talking to the preacher, other family members isn’t working out for them, the same routine starts over in a few weeks of failed promises.
In my mind and heart I was half expecting him to grow up a little and expand his feelings. That’s just not going to be him; he can’t fathom a work around when it affects others. It’s his way or the highway and you can’t do that in a relationship. Just a little give and take and understanding, that accidents can and do happen and we will all make a slip in the road.
I don’t wish for the worst but when you see that it’s not going to work, sometimes in parting as friends is best. We will see how it goes in the next few months; I’m keeping tabs on my work progress and family progress in a big way.
*I found a dime on the street*
Chris is just itching to get into the pool area, so I’ve had him painting out the general idea of the new planters and paths. Actually is a bit early for him to ogle the bathing suits, the warm temps really haven’t been there for us.
Tomorrow I plan on sitting down with a few of the directors and see if they like the direction we are going, sometimes its easier to visualize it on the ground instead of on paper.
Spoke to my mom a while the other night, in fact, I just told her to let me hang up and I would drive over for a visit. It was the first time I’ve been to the house since the birthday fiasco. It really doesn’t look good for her and Pops these days. (Why would I put this here?) I document everything that goes on, no holds barred. Besides how is this going to come back and bite me in the ass? I didn’t do anything; no murder involved however at times there could have been on my part. I see how she feels; it’s not easy to walk away from a 27+ year investment, you want to try and make it work. Hell, I can’t drop anything from a 3 month investment. Its evident that all the counseling and talking to the preacher, other family members isn’t working out for them, the same routine starts over in a few weeks of failed promises.
In my mind and heart I was half expecting him to grow up a little and expand his feelings. That’s just not going to be him; he can’t fathom a work around when it affects others. It’s his way or the highway and you can’t do that in a relationship. Just a little give and take and understanding, that accidents can and do happen and we will all make a slip in the road.
I don’t wish for the worst but when you see that it’s not going to work, sometimes in parting as friends is best. We will see how it goes in the next few months; I’m keeping tabs on my work progress and family progress in a big way.
*I found a dime on the street*
Monday, April 6
I’m baaack!
I haven’t been able to babble on here the last few days due to the stomach virus from hell and a bout of bad weather here keeping us extra busy with the City folks.
I’ve fully recovered from the virus and the City projects are just about cleaned up. I wanted to touch upon the funeral of last week and why the cryptic message of the Stuckeys comment, it was an adventure to say the least.
Tuesday as I trudged out early that morning to meet Jacks in Atlanta I noticed my stomach was “talking” to me extra loud, I just finished a nice stack of pancakes and gulped down a massive amount of milk. When I was about half way there the chills hit me and a head ache, a few miles down the road I started to sweat. I knew this couldn’t be good but pressed onward.
By the time I arrived in Atlanta I was full on sick, waiting on Jacks I leaned my seat back and tried to rest some, we still had another 3 hour drive to get to the funeral home.
When Jacks pulled up his mouth dropped “Dude, you are so pale!” I grunted at him that he would be the driver and plan on making many stops along the way. We made it to the funeral home in time; I decided to stay back away from everyone else and linger in the background, hoping not to infect others.
The funeral was a full on Military with a side of the Masonic, so we had the loud twenty one gun salute the roaming bag pipe player and what ever rituals that Masons do. In other words it was a long, sad mother of a funeral. I swear during the folding of the flag I had to run out and make myself feel better and the old guys were still folding the flag when I came back in.
Our drive back right after the funeral was no less eventful, pulling over every hour or so. Jacks made it no better when he decided to stop at Burger King and ordering two Whoppers with cheese a large fry and onion rings no less. All I could think was “Please God take me now” when that smell wafted over to me. I can’t fault him -- he had to eat; the day had been just as terrible for him minus the virus.
When we traveled as young-uns, we always stopped at the Stuckeys truck stops, they had great little gadgets to play with – my Mom hated the place because of the had rubber snakes they sold. We always looked for the signs on the highways. When it was just Luke and I, she would see them long before us, Mom would always manage to have something for us to look at in the opposite direction, so we wouldn’t spot the sign. When Jacks (old eagle eye) came along and could read the signs she was out of luck, he would spot them miles away.
We arrived in Atlanta at the prime time of 5:10; if you ever drove in that traffic during “rush” hour then you know how I felt. We made it to Julie and Luke’s house where they insisted I stay the night at least until I could sit up properly to drive home. Jacks refused to stay in the virus fog and drove home.
The next day I was some what better and by afternoon faked that I could make it, something about being sick and being at your own home makes it a little easier. That whole day I slept, only getting up every once in a while to make myself feel better. By Friday I could tolerate the world again.
This weekend I took it easy, worked a little bit and relaxed a lot. I called Jacks today to make sure he was feeling fine; he was, as he munched down a bacon sandwich. I swear that guy has a cast iron stomach.
I’ve fully recovered from the virus and the City projects are just about cleaned up. I wanted to touch upon the funeral of last week and why the cryptic message of the Stuckeys comment, it was an adventure to say the least.
Tuesday as I trudged out early that morning to meet Jacks in Atlanta I noticed my stomach was “talking” to me extra loud, I just finished a nice stack of pancakes and gulped down a massive amount of milk. When I was about half way there the chills hit me and a head ache, a few miles down the road I started to sweat. I knew this couldn’t be good but pressed onward.
By the time I arrived in Atlanta I was full on sick, waiting on Jacks I leaned my seat back and tried to rest some, we still had another 3 hour drive to get to the funeral home.
When Jacks pulled up his mouth dropped “Dude, you are so pale!” I grunted at him that he would be the driver and plan on making many stops along the way. We made it to the funeral home in time; I decided to stay back away from everyone else and linger in the background, hoping not to infect others.
The funeral was a full on Military with a side of the Masonic, so we had the loud twenty one gun salute the roaming bag pipe player and what ever rituals that Masons do. In other words it was a long, sad mother of a funeral. I swear during the folding of the flag I had to run out and make myself feel better and the old guys were still folding the flag when I came back in.
Our drive back right after the funeral was no less eventful, pulling over every hour or so. Jacks made it no better when he decided to stop at Burger King and ordering two Whoppers with cheese a large fry and onion rings no less. All I could think was “Please God take me now” when that smell wafted over to me. I can’t fault him -- he had to eat; the day had been just as terrible for him minus the virus.
When we traveled as young-uns, we always stopped at the Stuckeys truck stops, they had great little gadgets to play with – my Mom hated the place because of the had rubber snakes they sold. We always looked for the signs on the highways. When it was just Luke and I, she would see them long before us, Mom would always manage to have something for us to look at in the opposite direction, so we wouldn’t spot the sign. When Jacks (old eagle eye) came along and could read the signs she was out of luck, he would spot them miles away.
We arrived in Atlanta at the prime time of 5:10; if you ever drove in that traffic during “rush” hour then you know how I felt. We made it to Julie and Luke’s house where they insisted I stay the night at least until I could sit up properly to drive home. Jacks refused to stay in the virus fog and drove home.
The next day I was some what better and by afternoon faked that I could make it, something about being sick and being at your own home makes it a little easier. That whole day I slept, only getting up every once in a while to make myself feel better. By Friday I could tolerate the world again.
This weekend I took it easy, worked a little bit and relaxed a lot. I called Jacks today to make sure he was feeling fine; he was, as he munched down a bacon sandwich. I swear that guy has a cast iron stomach.
Thursday, April 2
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