Feeling the blood drain

I'm in the box office gabbing to the box office gurus and this tall man came walking up to the counter....I could feel the blood drain from my face and then felt my checks get hot...it was the flee date....

A little over 4 years ago, after I separated from Millertime and was still working at Staples, a guy came in for a desk part that broke and I set him up and ordered a new one for him. He came in a few days later (to see if the part came in, eventhough I told him it would be a couple of weeks), to see about the part and to ask me out for dinner. He was nice, clean shaven, tall, dark.

I said ok.

We went out for a couple of drinks and set up for a second date at his house. Fine.

I told my girlfriend where I would be going and when and if I wasn't at work the next day, I am dead and here is the address. She laughed and that was that.

I went over to DM's house and after supper we decided to watch a movie and have a drink. He set the movie up and wandered down the hall , leaving me there to watch the preview of the movie. I thought he went to the bathroom....about oh, maybe 10 minutes had gone by and I wondered down the hall, thinking he may have fallen in the toilet.

I saw the bathroom door open and no one was in there. I turned to the right to look in a bedroom, and there he was buck naked, laying on the bed masterbating! Needless to say, I was shocked.

I turned and ran down the hallway (which seemed like forever), grabbed my jacket, purse and keys and bombed outta there, all the while he was yelling at me to stay and help him...ummmm, I don't think so.

So today, when he sauntered up to the counter, he recognized me and got this goofy grin on his face. I could feel the blood drain from mine. I slowly backed away and once again took off for my office.

Now, he knows where I work.

Eeee, gads.

Came around

Well, the family came around and paid up!

This month apparently will be different.....we'll just see won't we!

Nothin to say

I got nuttin' to say today.

Well, I do, but I'm not gonna even start.

What good does it do, but make me even more miserable.

I'm taking the blogger day off to think things through....tomorrow is another day.

Still sick..

Well the troupes have rallied and have called mom and are paying her, but it was me who let them know just exactly what was going on. Why do I have to be the bitch all the time? Why do I always have to have them mad at me? It's their fault I am emailing them.

I facebooked them all and told them exactly how it was. I chose this method so it would be on black and white and they would have to read and absorb rather then glaze over my voice when I called.

I hate being the bad guy. At home they call me "the intimidator" and that's not fair.

Mom has made arrangements to have checks sent to her monthly...let's see if it happens shall we?

Now, everyone is pissed at me cuz once again FairyMae has stirred the pot.

Well, it was either that or find me literally in the nut house. Then who would bail them out!

Well, today starts off rather yucky. Let's see how the rest of it goes.

At least they all know what is what and what I am NOT willing to do anymore...Yay for me!

My plants

I love plants.

I keep killing them since I am never home.

Poor plants.

Sick, sad and tired.

Once again I am just sick.

I can't for the life of me figure out the mentality of others and it leads me to have ulcers, the shakes and sleepless nights.

I am truly sick and tired of covering other peoples asses. Once again, I have to drum up more then my fair share of money for feed for the horses. Not just mine but for two other people as well and it is very frustrating for me when I would dearly love to phone these two individuals up and give them an ultimatum, but my mother, who often wonders why people walk all over her, won't let me. Won't let me cause a stir, so instead, I get the panic phone calls on how are we gonna get more hay for the horses!

I am so sick and tired of seeing these two individuals spend all their extra money on cigarettes, purses, diet coke, junk food, oh the list could go on...when I have to leave my ulcer pills at the drugstore cuz the horses need food, when I don't get new glasses, when I can't fix the leaky seals on my car cuz I gotta feed their horses!...oh, I could go on. Then these two individuals bitch at me cuz my mom still hasn't fixed the 4x4 on the truck, still hasn't fixed the roof on the house, still hasn't fixed the broken fence....why? Because we are both paying for their horses. If it isn't feed, it's wormer, hoof trimming, which by the way, I do all of!

What's gonna happen next. I honestly don't think I can take much more.

I am going to Mexico in 13 days with Buster. I don't even know what I will be able to take for spending money because of these two selfish people.

"Oh, don't worry, Auntie Ruth and Suzanne will take care of it."

This is the mentality these two have and it has been so all of their lives and I am afraid while my mother is still alive it will never change. It will always be this way. The cycle will never be broken. Its like someone being beaten over and over and just can't get out. It's like an alcoholic that just can't stop drinking or a drug abuser....I don't ever see it changing and it is slowly killing me.

It makes me so sad sometimes....a person just gets their head above water and a shark comes by and yanks you back down, plays with you, and lets you gasp for air, in pain, then pulls you back under again.

Maybe that's why I have such a fear of sharks....because its a reminder of my own f'd up family....they wonder why I live soooo far away, and hate coming home.

Just gabbing.

Friday eh?

Payday today, so that means its also bill paying/grocery/car maintenance day. Ugh.


I did treat mysef to a luxury item this morning......fresh banana bread! The college makes great banana bread so I just had to buy some, plus the hot chocolate machine is broken down there, so when you punch in small it gives you a large and they charge you you for a small!!....Man, I am easy to please. If only other people knew that!

Outside my office door, I can see the public bathrooms. There is one particular janitor that is assigned to clean these bathrooms, but he is ALWAYS in there. Especially the wheelchair one. These bathrooms don't get used very much cuz it is located in the performing arts wing and there are not many students that use it. So, I often wonder just what exactly is he cleaning?

Also down from me is Lulu, the Performnig Arts Secretary...I know they don't call them that anymore, but I don't know her official status. Her and I often have daily visits and sign language talks from across the hall....kinda funny, guess you have to be there. Also is the sports office, where the very fit athletes go back and forth to have a chat with the coaches. They are sometimes nice eyecandy, but wayyyy too young.

The box office is connected to my own little office and we are having a tribute to Anne Murray here in April. We have gotten more calls about Anne Murray coming! NO, its a tribute, which means that Anne herself is NOT coming but rather a 5 piece band coming to sing her hits. You have no idea how mant people don't know what a tribute is! I've changed up the ads in the paper two times now and people still don't get it!

Saturday is clean up the apartment day. I mean, sweeping, scrubbing floors, all the nooks and crannies wiped and polished. Gotta be done. I can not put it off any longer.

Sunday is hell job day. Great. Do I sound excited. Well, I'm not. I am seriously thinking of quitting. It was payday there today and I didn't even make 40 bucks. Good grief!!

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Itchy

I wanna have a party. I am feeling blah. I feel the need to entertain, now I know that is leaving it wide open for half wit comments but I want to just do something with friends.

Many moons ago, Millertime and I hosted many a party. Sometimes an all out drunk fest...well, on his part while I wined and dined the guests, but I really enjoyed that. I especially loved hosting dinner parties. I would make about a 5-6 course meal with a lovely dessert to follow and everyone would go home full and happy.

I guess its because I love to cook, maybe thats it. I love cooking for people and seeing them full and content. I would start preparations about two days before the soiree and plan the menu about a week to two weeks ahead of time, plan the party guest list and go from there. Sometimes it would be an outdoor bbq, sometimes a quonset party, sometimes a dinner party. Whatever the case, I enjoyed planning it and seeing it through.

I used to work for a catering company many moons ago and it was awesome. I also worked at a tea house as well, making home made soups, breads and all the fillings in between.

Im hoping that once Buster and I get moved in and settled, that once again, I will be able to start cooking like I used to. Not the party type stuff so much, but just cooking in general.

Cooking for one is no fun.

I guess we'll see what happens....