I don't really have much to write about but I figured I'd just come on here and ramble about a bunch of nonsense to have something new for y'all to read. That's pretty much what I do most of the time on this blog.
I'll ramble in list form.
1. It's storming in Atlanta today. In fact, this morning a man was killed on a street in one of the neighborhoods I drive through to get to work when a tree fell on his truck as he was driving. My commute to the office was not much fun. There were trees blown down, traffic lights were out, it was raining like crazy, and my shirt literally almost blew off of me when I was walking in from the parking deck this morning. Thankfully I am wearing a wrap shirt that ties in the back and due to the size of my chest, I always wear a tank top under my wrap shirts. So when the top of my wrap shirt had blown down to my elbows (seriously), I still had another shirt on underneath. All of this crazy weather nonsense made it even more stellar that Bailey chose this morning to take a dump in the middle of my bed while I was in the shower. Because a rainy, stormy Monday morning wasn't already bad enough. She almost became an outdoor cat on one of the nastiest mornings I can remember as of late.
2. I am on a late 80's/early 90's alternative music kick as of this weekend. I've been listening to The Smiths, Morrissey, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Modern English, Gene Loves Gezebel, Love and Rockets, Violent Femmes, Echo and the Bunnymen, The Pixies, Cowboy Junkies, etc. Most of these CD's have not seen the light of day in several years. I'm not sure what got into me, but I had a sudden urge to hear them and pulled them all out and started listening. A lot of memories have been rushing through my head from hearing some of this stuff. My college years were some of my favorite years of my entire life so it's not a bad thing.
3. My Easter was very low-key. In fact, it was the quietest one I've ever spent in my life other than last year when I was sick and in the bed and didn't leave my house. This year, my older brother and his family were out of town for a family reunion, my cousin and all of her kids were sick so they didn't want to do a family get-together, and my aunt spent the day with them. I went to my mom's house and the two of us had ham sandwiches, potato salad, and deviled eggs. Then we took a nap (but only for 20 minutes until my dad called my cell phone and it woke us both up). My mom thinks I have sleep apnea because she heard me stop breathing a couple of times and gasp for air. This is probably not good. Then I helped her put a bunch of boxes of stuff up in her attic that have been sitting in her garage since she moved into her house last September. I told her it seemed kind of weird to be putting Christmas decorations in the attic on Easter. She agreed. Other than that, we played a few games, sat and talked, and I went home around 8:30.
4. This is actually still part of my Easter Sunday, but this paragraph started getting kind of long since I digressed quit a bit so I'm giving it a number of its own. My dad mailed my brothers and I Easter cards this year which almost made me fall down in my driveway when I opened my mailbox and saw it. He forgot every single one of our birthdays last year. He didn't call us or send us a card. None of us. So for him to think about going and buying us Easter cards and mailing them is kind of a shocking turn of events. I called my dad back on my way home from my mom's house because it's simply too uncomfortable to talk to him in front of my mom so I had not answered my phone when he called me earlier that day. I thanked him for the card and he said he thought it was high time he actually remember something and send us all a card for it. Then he told me he had his new girlfriend over for dinner so we only talked for a minute. I told him I didn't know anything about him having a new girlfriend and he replied, "you will." My dad's record is not bad - he's on his second girlfriend in a year and he's almost 69 years old. Apparently he met this new one in a pottery store. Her name is Bertie. I already have a picture in my mind of what she's like based solely on her name. I realize that's not fair to her, but come on! Bertie?! I bet y'all have a picture in your head of what she's like too. His last girlfriend's name was Martha Stewart. I didn't spend any time with her while they were dating, but trust me, she was nothing like the Martha Stewart you all know about. No, the Martha Stewart my dad dated is actually the aunt of a girl I grew up with, and back when we were growing up, Martha had some mental issues. Many of their family members lived in our neighborhood growing up and Martha was one of them. She lived just around the corner from our house. One weekend when I was in middle school, she decided to park her car across the middle of the street in our neighborhood and hung out on the hood of her car in her long white nightgown and wouldn't let anyone drive down the street. For the entire weekend y'all. She sat on the hood. She stood on the hood. She slept on the hood. I'm not sure what finally made her pull her car into the driveway and go back inside her house. According to the girl I grew up with (who called me last Spring to tell me my dad was dating her aunt since my dad didn't tell any of us he even had a girlfriend) she is now on some good meds and controls the crazy. According to my dad (who told me about her after they broke up), she didn't control it well enough. But one of the funniest things about the whole relationship is that my dad developed quite a nice friendship with her son. My dad is kind of homophobic (I'm not proud, but I'm just telling the truth) and her son is flaming gay. He is almost 50 years old, has never had a driver's license, and still lives with his mom. My dad became pretty good friends with him and used to drive him places, he would come hang out with my dad, he helped my dad decorate his house after my mom moved out, etc. He still stops by to see my dad from time to time even though is mom and my dad are no longer in a relationship. If you knew my dad, this would make you laugh for hours on end. My life could be made into a sit-com.
5. My mom has gone out quite a bit with the guy who she denies she is dating. She also brought a second guy to one of my niece's soccer games. She told us all that he was a friend she has known since high school (which is true) and that he was in town for a conference and wanted to get together with her and the only free couple of hours he had around his conference schedule was during the time my niece's game was going on. That part isn't true. My brother asked him what type of conference he was in town for and he told my brother he wasn't in town for a conference - he was in town visiting my mom. None of us have told my mom that we know this because she would be humiliated that we knew she lied to us. So anyway, my mom is dating two different guys but denies she's dating anyone. One of them asked her to take the day off work last Tuesday and go with him to The Masters for the practice round. My mom HATES golf. She's always really busy and way behind at work. Last Tuesday it was in the high 30's/low 40's and the wind never stopped blowing. So of course she took a day off work and stood outside in the freezing cold and blustery wind watching a sport she hates because she's not dating this guy.
It's sad but true: my parents are getting more action in their 60's than I did in my 30's.
I'll ramble in list form.
1. It's storming in Atlanta today. In fact, this morning a man was killed on a street in one of the neighborhoods I drive through to get to work when a tree fell on his truck as he was driving. My commute to the office was not much fun. There were trees blown down, traffic lights were out, it was raining like crazy, and my shirt literally almost blew off of me when I was walking in from the parking deck this morning. Thankfully I am wearing a wrap shirt that ties in the back and due to the size of my chest, I always wear a tank top under my wrap shirts. So when the top of my wrap shirt had blown down to my elbows (seriously), I still had another shirt on underneath. All of this crazy weather nonsense made it even more stellar that Bailey chose this morning to take a dump in the middle of my bed while I was in the shower. Because a rainy, stormy Monday morning wasn't already bad enough. She almost became an outdoor cat on one of the nastiest mornings I can remember as of late.
2. I am on a late 80's/early 90's alternative music kick as of this weekend. I've been listening to The Smiths, Morrissey, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Modern English, Gene Loves Gezebel, Love and Rockets, Violent Femmes, Echo and the Bunnymen, The Pixies, Cowboy Junkies, etc. Most of these CD's have not seen the light of day in several years. I'm not sure what got into me, but I had a sudden urge to hear them and pulled them all out and started listening. A lot of memories have been rushing through my head from hearing some of this stuff. My college years were some of my favorite years of my entire life so it's not a bad thing.
3. My Easter was very low-key. In fact, it was the quietest one I've ever spent in my life other than last year when I was sick and in the bed and didn't leave my house. This year, my older brother and his family were out of town for a family reunion, my cousin and all of her kids were sick so they didn't want to do a family get-together, and my aunt spent the day with them. I went to my mom's house and the two of us had ham sandwiches, potato salad, and deviled eggs. Then we took a nap (but only for 20 minutes until my dad called my cell phone and it woke us both up). My mom thinks I have sleep apnea because she heard me stop breathing a couple of times and gasp for air. This is probably not good. Then I helped her put a bunch of boxes of stuff up in her attic that have been sitting in her garage since she moved into her house last September. I told her it seemed kind of weird to be putting Christmas decorations in the attic on Easter. She agreed. Other than that, we played a few games, sat and talked, and I went home around 8:30.
4. This is actually still part of my Easter Sunday, but this paragraph started getting kind of long since I digressed quit a bit so I'm giving it a number of its own. My dad mailed my brothers and I Easter cards this year which almost made me fall down in my driveway when I opened my mailbox and saw it. He forgot every single one of our birthdays last year. He didn't call us or send us a card. None of us. So for him to think about going and buying us Easter cards and mailing them is kind of a shocking turn of events. I called my dad back on my way home from my mom's house because it's simply too uncomfortable to talk to him in front of my mom so I had not answered my phone when he called me earlier that day. I thanked him for the card and he said he thought it was high time he actually remember something and send us all a card for it. Then he told me he had his new girlfriend over for dinner so we only talked for a minute. I told him I didn't know anything about him having a new girlfriend and he replied, "you will." My dad's record is not bad - he's on his second girlfriend in a year and he's almost 69 years old. Apparently he met this new one in a pottery store. Her name is Bertie. I already have a picture in my mind of what she's like based solely on her name. I realize that's not fair to her, but come on! Bertie?! I bet y'all have a picture in your head of what she's like too. His last girlfriend's name was Martha Stewart. I didn't spend any time with her while they were dating, but trust me, she was nothing like the Martha Stewart you all know about. No, the Martha Stewart my dad dated is actually the aunt of a girl I grew up with, and back when we were growing up, Martha had some mental issues. Many of their family members lived in our neighborhood growing up and Martha was one of them. She lived just around the corner from our house. One weekend when I was in middle school, she decided to park her car across the middle of the street in our neighborhood and hung out on the hood of her car in her long white nightgown and wouldn't let anyone drive down the street. For the entire weekend y'all. She sat on the hood. She stood on the hood. She slept on the hood. I'm not sure what finally made her pull her car into the driveway and go back inside her house. According to the girl I grew up with (who called me last Spring to tell me my dad was dating her aunt since my dad didn't tell any of us he even had a girlfriend) she is now on some good meds and controls the crazy. According to my dad (who told me about her after they broke up), she didn't control it well enough. But one of the funniest things about the whole relationship is that my dad developed quite a nice friendship with her son. My dad is kind of homophobic (I'm not proud, but I'm just telling the truth) and her son is flaming gay. He is almost 50 years old, has never had a driver's license, and still lives with his mom. My dad became pretty good friends with him and used to drive him places, he would come hang out with my dad, he helped my dad decorate his house after my mom moved out, etc. He still stops by to see my dad from time to time even though is mom and my dad are no longer in a relationship. If you knew my dad, this would make you laugh for hours on end. My life could be made into a sit-com.
5. My mom has gone out quite a bit with the guy who she denies she is dating. She also brought a second guy to one of my niece's soccer games. She told us all that he was a friend she has known since high school (which is true) and that he was in town for a conference and wanted to get together with her and the only free couple of hours he had around his conference schedule was during the time my niece's game was going on. That part isn't true. My brother asked him what type of conference he was in town for and he told my brother he wasn't in town for a conference - he was in town visiting my mom. None of us have told my mom that we know this because she would be humiliated that we knew she lied to us. So anyway, my mom is dating two different guys but denies she's dating anyone. One of them asked her to take the day off work last Tuesday and go with him to The Masters for the practice round. My mom HATES golf. She's always really busy and way behind at work. Last Tuesday it was in the high 30's/low 40's and the wind never stopped blowing. So of course she took a day off work and stood outside in the freezing cold and blustery wind watching a sport she hates because she's not dating this guy.
It's sad but true: my parents are getting more action in their 60's than I did in my 30's.
6 comments:
Oddly, your parents kind of give me hope that, if I'm still dating 20 years from now, it might be kind of fun. ;)
Your mom sure does "not date" a lot. :-)
Thats funny about your Mom. I wonder if she's ever going to "not marry" one of these guys?
I was thinking the same thing as 3carn! Didn't we talk about setting up a poll? And now, a "conference"? That is high-larious. Not that an older woman dating is funny, but that she is hiding it like a middle schooler.
Wow. Your mom is playing the field! Good for her. At least someone's getting out there! (I am not, and have no interest in doing so at present. Maybe when I'm 60.) ;-)
Your mom is hilarious. And good for both of your parents! I think I'll probably stop dating in the next five or six years. Either that or I will date a lot, but deny it.
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