This just sucks.
I fell asleep at three thirty and I woke up at four thirty, and now I'm wide awake and half asleep and wondering what I should do now.
It's Sunday, I could go to church, in my pajamas, if I could find a church, and if I could find my pajamas.
The key to life is knowing when to ...
The key to life is knowing when ...
The key to life is knowing ...
The key to life is knowing whether you should change the channel or just turn down the sound.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
I have no love for Robert McNamara since he fucked me in the ass
Ok, so I started reading another book today, another Stephen King book. This one is called Hearts In Atlantis, and according to the liner notes, linear notes, it is a novel in four parts tracing the effects of the war in Vietnam on a bunch of guys from 1960 to the present, or at least the present up to the present of when the book was written.
I think I am seriously going to love this book. I mean as long as there isn't any blood letting going on.
Man, my generation just cannot get past the war in Vietnam. It haunts us. It haunts us more than the Kennedy assassination, it haunts us more than the King assassination, it haunts us more than the other Kennedy assassination, it haunts us more than Nixon resigning in disgrace.
You didn't even have to serve in Vietnam, you don't even have to be a guy. You just have to have been born somewhere between the mid 40's and the mid 50's.
I mean, you had to plan you life around the war in Vietnam.
It was the albatross around our necks. It was the boulder on the edge of the cliff. It was the creature under the bed. It was there, it was always there ...
Fuck it.
I'm going to turn my brain off and go watch Napoleon Dynamite.
I think I am seriously going to love this book. I mean as long as there isn't any blood letting going on.
Man, my generation just cannot get past the war in Vietnam. It haunts us. It haunts us more than the Kennedy assassination, it haunts us more than the King assassination, it haunts us more than the other Kennedy assassination, it haunts us more than Nixon resigning in disgrace.
You didn't even have to serve in Vietnam, you don't even have to be a guy. You just have to have been born somewhere between the mid 40's and the mid 50's.
I mean, you had to plan you life around the war in Vietnam.
It was the albatross around our necks. It was the boulder on the edge of the cliff. It was the creature under the bed. It was there, it was always there ...
Fuck it.
I'm going to turn my brain off and go watch Napoleon Dynamite.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Hey, you with the crew cut
Listening to random sixties music.
1. Johnny Get Angry - Joannie Sommers. I want a brave man, I want a cave man, complete with kazoo solo
2. Sport (The Odd Boy) - Bonzo Dog Band. Bonzo, Bonz, Boz, strangers things have happened. It's an odd boy who doesn't like sport.
3. Blues With A Feeling - Paul Butterfield Blues Band. If I had fingers like Mike Bloomfield I would play guitar in my sleep.
4. Time Has Come Today - The Chambers Brothers. The wretched excess of psychedelica, but not quite. I have no home, I have no home.
5. I Had To Tell You - The 13th Floor Elevators. I love the electric jug and the boz-like harmonica, and I should really start practicing now that I have my blues harmonica book.
6. The Belle of Avenue A - The Fugs. A little bit of hippie nookie.
7. Deep Purple - Nino Tempo and April Stevens. Nino is a guy, honest to god. When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls ...
8. Canned Ham - Norman Greenbaum. When you gonna buy me a canned ham Greenbaum? Soon baby, soon.
9. Mule Skinner Blues - The Fendermen. If you don't like the job throw the buck-buck-bucket down.
10. Movin' Day - The Holy Modal Rounders. Pack up your clothes and skidoo, Lou.
1. Johnny Get Angry - Joannie Sommers. I want a brave man, I want a cave man, complete with kazoo solo
2. Sport (The Odd Boy) - Bonzo Dog Band. Bonzo, Bonz, Boz, strangers things have happened. It's an odd boy who doesn't like sport.
3. Blues With A Feeling - Paul Butterfield Blues Band. If I had fingers like Mike Bloomfield I would play guitar in my sleep.
4. Time Has Come Today - The Chambers Brothers. The wretched excess of psychedelica, but not quite. I have no home, I have no home.
5. I Had To Tell You - The 13th Floor Elevators. I love the electric jug and the boz-like harmonica, and I should really start practicing now that I have my blues harmonica book.
6. The Belle of Avenue A - The Fugs. A little bit of hippie nookie.
7. Deep Purple - Nino Tempo and April Stevens. Nino is a guy, honest to god. When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls ...
8. Canned Ham - Norman Greenbaum. When you gonna buy me a canned ham Greenbaum? Soon baby, soon.
9. Mule Skinner Blues - The Fendermen. If you don't like the job throw the buck-buck-bucket down.
10. Movin' Day - The Holy Modal Rounders. Pack up your clothes and skidoo, Lou.
Friday, July 29, 2005
A little bit of crap, and a whole bunch of crapola
So, maybe I should go to bed now.
I finished the book, yeah that book, the book with the blood letting, and you don't know just how queasy blood letting makes me, but I just sort of skimmed that part, and I finished it, and it was good, and I liked it, and oh yeah, the book was Gerald's Game by Stephen King, and like I said it was good, but disturbing, and I once read where Stephen King said that he couldn't write women's dialogue for shit, and you know what, he can't write women's dialogue for shit, but that's ok ... toots!
Oh yeah, my phone isn't working ... again!!!
This will be the fourth time in the last month that they've had to send someone out to fix it, and I use the word fix in a generic sort of surreal way, and this time they will send two guys out, an outside guy, and an inside guy, and the outside guy has been here twice, and the second time he came out he said it was an inside problem and I'd have to call and get an inside guy to take care of it, and when the inside guy came out and I told him what the outside guy said, the inside guy said that is what the outside guy always says if he doesn't know how to fix it, then so the inside guy fixed it, in a generic sort of surreal way, and said that if I had any more problems I would have to call in and ask for a Vendor Meeting, which is where both an inside and an outside guy come out, but the inside guy assured me that would never be necessary, but he said it in a generic sort of surreal way.
So, there will be a Vendor Meet at my house on Monday morning at 9am where both the outside guy and the inside guy will fix my telephone in a generic sort of surreal way, and I am positive that it will be fixed at least until the next time I need to use the phone.
That just means that anyone of you who were expecting me to sex you up over the phone this weekend will just have to wait. I'm sorry but it just can't be helped.
I finished the book, yeah that book, the book with the blood letting, and you don't know just how queasy blood letting makes me, but I just sort of skimmed that part, and I finished it, and it was good, and I liked it, and oh yeah, the book was Gerald's Game by Stephen King, and like I said it was good, but disturbing, and I once read where Stephen King said that he couldn't write women's dialogue for shit, and you know what, he can't write women's dialogue for shit, but that's ok ... toots!
Oh yeah, my phone isn't working ... again!!!
This will be the fourth time in the last month that they've had to send someone out to fix it, and I use the word fix in a generic sort of surreal way, and this time they will send two guys out, an outside guy, and an inside guy, and the outside guy has been here twice, and the second time he came out he said it was an inside problem and I'd have to call and get an inside guy to take care of it, and when the inside guy came out and I told him what the outside guy said, the inside guy said that is what the outside guy always says if he doesn't know how to fix it, then so the inside guy fixed it, in a generic sort of surreal way, and said that if I had any more problems I would have to call in and ask for a Vendor Meeting, which is where both an inside and an outside guy come out, but the inside guy assured me that would never be necessary, but he said it in a generic sort of surreal way.
So, there will be a Vendor Meet at my house on Monday morning at 9am where both the outside guy and the inside guy will fix my telephone in a generic sort of surreal way, and I am positive that it will be fixed at least until the next time I need to use the phone.
That just means that anyone of you who were expecting me to sex you up over the phone this weekend will just have to wait. I'm sorry but it just can't be helped.
Grand Dufus Update
The Dufus writes:
Friday, July 15, 2005
Got the job at Bellsouth, I start on the 25th.
I'll be answering 411 calls.
But after further review the Dufus writes:
Thursday, July 28, 2005
For those of you that didn't hear, BellSouth called me back before I was supposed to start and said they reversed their decision to hire me, based on the fact that I have 2 pending charges. How gay is that? I guess I'll go work at Trane or something.
Oh man, that's so gay it's ghey!
Tick, tick, tick ...
Thursday, July 28, 2005
On this date in history
Today is my sister's birthday.
It is also the birthday of a girl that I went on one date with.
It is also the birthday of a girl that I went to an art exhibition with, but that wasn't a date, too bad though because she was cool.
It is also the birthday of a girl that I went on one date with.
It is also the birthday of a girl that I went to an art exhibition with, but that wasn't a date, too bad though because she was cool.
My socks aren't the only things with holes in them
Tonight I played that stupid pinball game that comes with Windows.
Tonight I read some more of Gerald's Game, but stopped before the blood letting started.
Tonight I listened to two albums by the 13th Floor Elevators.
Tonight I read reviews for the novel Memoirs of a Geisha that I bought from the books for sale shelf at the library.
Tonight I ate the last cookie in the house.
Tonight, ok, tonight, I surfed a little porn, big deal.
Tonight I watched the start of the ball game, but turned it off in the first inning.
Tonight I looked in vain for white shoe laces.
Tonight I changed the sheets on my bed, no wait, I did that last night.
Tonight I worried about the noise the car has started making, but it doesn't make it all the time, it makes it when I am going kind of slow, and on bumpy roads, but not when I am idling, or going fast, so maybe it is just something sliding around in the glove compartment, or the trunk, or maybe I am just dragging a dead body caught on the under carriage.
Ah yeah.
Tonight I read some more of Gerald's Game, but stopped before the blood letting started.
Tonight I listened to two albums by the 13th Floor Elevators.
Tonight I read reviews for the novel Memoirs of a Geisha that I bought from the books for sale shelf at the library.
Tonight I ate the last cookie in the house.
Tonight, ok, tonight, I surfed a little porn, big deal.
Tonight I watched the start of the ball game, but turned it off in the first inning.
Tonight I looked in vain for white shoe laces.
Tonight I changed the sheets on my bed, no wait, I did that last night.
Tonight I worried about the noise the car has started making, but it doesn't make it all the time, it makes it when I am going kind of slow, and on bumpy roads, but not when I am idling, or going fast, so maybe it is just something sliding around in the glove compartment, or the trunk, or maybe I am just dragging a dead body caught on the under carriage.
Ah yeah.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Yeah, I can understand your nightmares, no joke.
I remember the total eclipse in the summer of 1963.
I was thirteen, and it was the weekend, and it was hot, and no one was around, and it was still, and hazy, and I was riding my bike around in circles in front of our house, bored, waiting for the eclipse, and trying to decide which side of the Four Seasons newest single I liked best, Candy Girl or Marlena, shit, I liked them both, and yeah, the summer of 1963, I was a teenager on a bike, with bad skin, wearing calypso pants, and a t-shirt, and tennis shoes, and a crew cut, and tall, and skinny, and riding around in circles in front of my house, waiting for a fucking eclipse, and two weeks before I hadn't even known what a fucking eclipse was, and yeah, I'm riding my bike in circles, singing Candy Girl and Marlena to myself, and I was bored, and waiting for the boring fucking eclipse, that would probably only happen once in my fucking life time, so I'd better fucking make sure that I took full fucking advantage of this once in a fucking lifetime opportunity, and experience the fucking once in a fucking lifetime fucking eclipse.
But anyway, it turned out to be no big thing, seriously.
So it looks like I wasted a whole afternoon.
I guess.
I think I'll try to get my dad to drive me to EJ Korvettes so I can get that new single by the Four Seasons, yeah, that would be cool.
Yeah, fat chance of that.
It sucks being thirteen.
But man, I still love those songs, even after forty years, even at four in the morning.
Marlena
Candy Girl
I was thirteen, and it was the weekend, and it was hot, and no one was around, and it was still, and hazy, and I was riding my bike around in circles in front of our house, bored, waiting for the eclipse, and trying to decide which side of the Four Seasons newest single I liked best, Candy Girl or Marlena, shit, I liked them both, and yeah, the summer of 1963, I was a teenager on a bike, with bad skin, wearing calypso pants, and a t-shirt, and tennis shoes, and a crew cut, and tall, and skinny, and riding around in circles in front of my house, waiting for a fucking eclipse, and two weeks before I hadn't even known what a fucking eclipse was, and yeah, I'm riding my bike in circles, singing Candy Girl and Marlena to myself, and I was bored, and waiting for the boring fucking eclipse, that would probably only happen once in my fucking life time, so I'd better fucking make sure that I took full fucking advantage of this once in a fucking lifetime opportunity, and experience the fucking once in a fucking lifetime fucking eclipse.
But anyway, it turned out to be no big thing, seriously.
So it looks like I wasted a whole afternoon.
I guess.
I think I'll try to get my dad to drive me to EJ Korvettes so I can get that new single by the Four Seasons, yeah, that would be cool.
Yeah, fat chance of that.
It sucks being thirteen.
But man, I still love those songs, even after forty years, even at four in the morning.
Marlena
Candy Girl
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Dude, where's my brain
So, I've started reading another novel tonight.
It's by Stephen King and it's called Gerald's Game.
I've read three chapters so far, and it's about a married couple named Gerald and his wife, ok, so I've forgotten what the wife's name is.
Anyway, so far ...
Ummmmmmm, it's told in the first person, and the wife that I can't remember the name of is the person that is first.
Are you with me so far?
Ok, Gerald is a lawyer who gets an afternoon off in early autumn, so he calls his wife and suggests that they go up to their cottage in Maine and play his game, Gerald's Game.
Anddddddddd, Gerald's Game is handcuffing his wife, that I can't remember the name of, to the headboard of their bed and having his way with her.
Ok, the wife sort of lost interest in the game after the first time they played it back in the spring of the year, but she continued to go along with it because she is a good and dutiful wife, that is she was a good and dutiful wife until today when a voice inside her tells her that this total bullshit and if she doesn't want to play the game she doesn't have to play the game.
So when she tells Gerald to cut the crap and take the handcuffs off Gerald thinks it is all part of the game, or does he???
The voice in the wife's, that I STILL can't remember the name of, head tells her that Gerald knows that she doesn't want to play the game anymore, but is pretending he doesn't so he can REALLY have his way with her, you know like r-a-p-e her. So the wife, that I can't remember the name of, kicks Gerald in the nuts, he has a heart attack, falls of the bed, and cracks his head, and dies.
Ok, it's autumn, their cottage is secluded, nobody knows they are at the cottage, and she is handcuffed to the fucking headboard of the bed, and ... it's a fucking Stephen King novel, and even three chapters in, you just have to know where it's headed, don't you?
Well, don't you?
Discuss among yourselves, and don't be surprised if we have a POP quiz tomorrow.
It's by Stephen King and it's called Gerald's Game.
I've read three chapters so far, and it's about a married couple named Gerald and his wife, ok, so I've forgotten what the wife's name is.
Anyway, so far ...
Ummmmmmm, it's told in the first person, and the wife that I can't remember the name of is the person that is first.
Are you with me so far?
Ok, Gerald is a lawyer who gets an afternoon off in early autumn, so he calls his wife and suggests that they go up to their cottage in Maine and play his game, Gerald's Game.
Anddddddddd, Gerald's Game is handcuffing his wife, that I can't remember the name of, to the headboard of their bed and having his way with her.
Ok, the wife sort of lost interest in the game after the first time they played it back in the spring of the year, but she continued to go along with it because she is a good and dutiful wife, that is she was a good and dutiful wife until today when a voice inside her tells her that this total bullshit and if she doesn't want to play the game she doesn't have to play the game.
So when she tells Gerald to cut the crap and take the handcuffs off Gerald thinks it is all part of the game, or does he???
The voice in the wife's, that I STILL can't remember the name of, head tells her that Gerald knows that she doesn't want to play the game anymore, but is pretending he doesn't so he can REALLY have his way with her, you know like r-a-p-e her. So the wife, that I can't remember the name of, kicks Gerald in the nuts, he has a heart attack, falls of the bed, and cracks his head, and dies.
Ok, it's autumn, their cottage is secluded, nobody knows they are at the cottage, and she is handcuffed to the fucking headboard of the bed, and ... it's a fucking Stephen King novel, and even three chapters in, you just have to know where it's headed, don't you?
Well, don't you?
Discuss among yourselves, and don't be surprised if we have a POP quiz tomorrow.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Sunday, July 24, 2005
I give up
Remember that song by the Carpenters, Rainy Days and Sundays Always Bring Me Down?
Well, it's a rainy day AND a sunday!
I guess I'll just have to go back to bed and pray, or something.
Damn, I just checked, it's rainy days and MONDAYS always bring me down.
So, nevermind.
Do you think it would be too late to tell her to eat a sammich?
Well, it's a rainy day AND a sunday!
I guess I'll just have to go back to bed and pray, or something.
Damn, I just checked, it's rainy days and MONDAYS always bring me down.
So, nevermind.
Do you think it would be too late to tell her to eat a sammich?
Houston, we have a pogrom
Just something I found while searching for the truth the other day.
When I was growing up only geeky college wannabes drove VWs.
I lived in Detroit, and it was muscle cars, and every cool guys dream was a GTO, and gas was only 18.9 cents a gallon, and you could cruise all night on a dollars worth of gas, well, maybe not all night, but at least until curfew, if you had a curfew, which I didn't, but I never stayed out all night, well, ok, I did a few times, but it's not like anyone noticed, ok, they might have noticed, but they didn't say anything about it, and if they said anything about it I probably wasn't listening.
Huh.
What.
Huh???
When I was growing up only geeky college wannabes drove VWs.
I lived in Detroit, and it was muscle cars, and every cool guys dream was a GTO, and gas was only 18.9 cents a gallon, and you could cruise all night on a dollars worth of gas, well, maybe not all night, but at least until curfew, if you had a curfew, which I didn't, but I never stayed out all night, well, ok, I did a few times, but it's not like anyone noticed, ok, they might have noticed, but they didn't say anything about it, and if they said anything about it I probably wasn't listening.
Huh.
What.
Huh???
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Post interrupted
One is the loneliest number.
It takes two to cha cha cha.
Three can do what two can only imagine.
Four ...
I really want to visit the Moving Wall again, at night, when it's dark, while the ghosts of ...
I've been listening to Woody Guthrie tonight, and it's funny, as big an influence as he has been on all ...
Mother Boz is still a bit snippy about the last couple of days, she felt guilty about it the day after the blow-up, but today she has been reliving ...
I am reading a book about the murder of Bob Crane, you know Hogan from Hogan's Heroes. Man, the guy was into some really strange sex, but you know if he were alive today ...
I think I am going to break down and visit a massage therapist, because the way I have been ...
Any ...
Catch you on the ...
It takes two to cha cha cha.
Three can do what two can only imagine.
Four ...
I really want to visit the Moving Wall again, at night, when it's dark, while the ghosts of ...
I've been listening to Woody Guthrie tonight, and it's funny, as big an influence as he has been on all ...
Mother Boz is still a bit snippy about the last couple of days, she felt guilty about it the day after the blow-up, but today she has been reliving ...
I am reading a book about the murder of Bob Crane, you know Hogan from Hogan's Heroes. Man, the guy was into some really strange sex, but you know if he were alive today ...
I think I am going to break down and visit a massage therapist, because the way I have been ...
Any ...
Catch you on the ...
Friday, July 22, 2005
Tom Yolkiewicz
The Moving Wall, Oscoda Michigan
Tom Yolkiewicz, the only guy I knew that was killed in Vietnam.
We went to school together until he dropped out when he turned sixteen. I didn't know him all that well, but he was a good natured guy who had a tough childhood. He was smoking unfiltered Camel's before he was thirteen years old.
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Tom Yolkiewicz, the only guy I knew that was killed in Vietnam.
We went to school together until he dropped out when he turned sixteen. I didn't know him all that well, but he was a good natured guy who had a tough childhood. He was smoking unfiltered Camel's before he was thirteen years old.
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Truce
We made our point today by not being home when they got here, then we met at the beach, and all was forgiven.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Hell hath no fury
It is probably a good idea that our company is going back to Florida on Friday, and no, it's not the kids, the kids have been great, the kids have been fantastic, the kids have been a lot of fun, the kids have been kids.
It's the two older kids, my sister and brother in law who have been the problem.
Let me give you a little history.
They have been married for a little over 40 years, and in all that time, well, in all that time, time has meant nothing to them. To put it simply, they never show up when they say they will, never.
Ok, here's the current deal. They got to the campground on Monday, set up, and then came to visit Mother Boz and myself at about one thirty, that's cool, good time, not too early, not too late.
They stayed till about six thirty and then asked me what time we wanted them to come over on Tuesday. I said the same time as today would be good, and if you're going to be a little late just give me a call, no big deal.
They show up Tuesday at two thirty, an hour later than was planned, and no call, ok, it's still cool, it's their vacation, they went for a ride, they got lost, we had nothing planned, no biggie.
When they left at about seven that night, they asked when they should come over on Wednesday. I told them about one or two o'clock, the same as yesterday and today, fine, groovy, agreed, we'll see you tomorrow, and we'll go out for pizza or something.
Wednesday
One o'clock ... nothing.
One thirty, I tell MB to start getting ready so we won't have to wait on her when we are ready to leave.
Two o'clock ... nothing.
Two thirty, MB is finished getting ready, hey she's old, it takes her awhile to get her groove on.
Two forty-five ... nothing, I am starting to get pissed.
Three o'clock ... nothing, MB is starting to get pissed.
I should probably state here that my state of being pissed and MB's state of being pissed are completely different.
I get pissed easily, I get over it, I get pissed again, I get over it, I get pissed again, I get over it.
MB on the other hand, gets pissed slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, until the pressure builds up and like a volcano you know all hell is going to break loose ... and all it will take is one little thing to set it off.
Three thirty ... nothing, and MB has erupted ... AT ME!!!
She is going off all over the place.
They always do this blah blah blah
They only think of themselves blah blah blah
They were always late picking me up at the airport blah blah blah
And on, and on, and on.
Me, as usual, I feel like I am stuck in the middle, the go-between, the peacemaker, the soother of ruffled feathers, it makes me feel crappy, and I hate it.
So I said fuck it, I'm just going to lay back and enjoy the fireworks.
Man, it was worth it. MB took chunks out of both their hides. I mean, they looked like a couple of little kids that were getting chewed out for coming home late from school. They both looked like they might start crying at any moment, and you know, I don't think they actually thought they did anything wrong.
They were all
But, but, but, but ...
MB was so pissed that she changed her mind about going out, but I think that was just a ploy on her part to heap a little more guilt on the two of them.
So yeah, she did go, but she wouldn't ride in the car with them. She came with me and two of the kids. Thank god I had two of the kids in the car with us, or MB would have continued her rant all the way up to the pizza parlor, and she sort of tried to continue it, but I started joking around with the kids, and MB settled down, and by the time we got to the pizza parlor her rage had passed to the extent that she could carry on a conversation with my sister and brother in law, but ... you know the anger was there, and just one stupid comment by my brother in law or sister and it would have erupted all over again.
So we made it through the day, and they are leaving on Friday, and I think MB has some sort of evil get even plan in store for today, I just hope it doesn't involve enemas or high colonics for everyone.
It's the two older kids, my sister and brother in law who have been the problem.
Let me give you a little history.
They have been married for a little over 40 years, and in all that time, well, in all that time, time has meant nothing to them. To put it simply, they never show up when they say they will, never.
Ok, here's the current deal. They got to the campground on Monday, set up, and then came to visit Mother Boz and myself at about one thirty, that's cool, good time, not too early, not too late.
They stayed till about six thirty and then asked me what time we wanted them to come over on Tuesday. I said the same time as today would be good, and if you're going to be a little late just give me a call, no big deal.
They show up Tuesday at two thirty, an hour later than was planned, and no call, ok, it's still cool, it's their vacation, they went for a ride, they got lost, we had nothing planned, no biggie.
When they left at about seven that night, they asked when they should come over on Wednesday. I told them about one or two o'clock, the same as yesterday and today, fine, groovy, agreed, we'll see you tomorrow, and we'll go out for pizza or something.
Wednesday
One o'clock ... nothing.
One thirty, I tell MB to start getting ready so we won't have to wait on her when we are ready to leave.
Two o'clock ... nothing.
Two thirty, MB is finished getting ready, hey she's old, it takes her awhile to get her groove on.
Two forty-five ... nothing, I am starting to get pissed.
Three o'clock ... nothing, MB is starting to get pissed.
I should probably state here that my state of being pissed and MB's state of being pissed are completely different.
I get pissed easily, I get over it, I get pissed again, I get over it, I get pissed again, I get over it.
MB on the other hand, gets pissed slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, until the pressure builds up and like a volcano you know all hell is going to break loose ... and all it will take is one little thing to set it off.
Three thirty ... nothing, and MB has erupted ... AT ME!!!
She is going off all over the place.
They always do this blah blah blah
They only think of themselves blah blah blah
They were always late picking me up at the airport blah blah blah
And on, and on, and on.
Me, as usual, I feel like I am stuck in the middle, the go-between, the peacemaker, the soother of ruffled feathers, it makes me feel crappy, and I hate it.
So I said fuck it, I'm just going to lay back and enjoy the fireworks.
Man, it was worth it. MB took chunks out of both their hides. I mean, they looked like a couple of little kids that were getting chewed out for coming home late from school. They both looked like they might start crying at any moment, and you know, I don't think they actually thought they did anything wrong.
They were all
But, but, but, but ...
MB was so pissed that she changed her mind about going out, but I think that was just a ploy on her part to heap a little more guilt on the two of them.
So yeah, she did go, but she wouldn't ride in the car with them. She came with me and two of the kids. Thank god I had two of the kids in the car with us, or MB would have continued her rant all the way up to the pizza parlor, and she sort of tried to continue it, but I started joking around with the kids, and MB settled down, and by the time we got to the pizza parlor her rage had passed to the extent that she could carry on a conversation with my sister and brother in law, but ... you know the anger was there, and just one stupid comment by my brother in law or sister and it would have erupted all over again.
So we made it through the day, and they are leaving on Friday, and I think MB has some sort of evil get even plan in store for today, I just hope it doesn't involve enemas or high colonics for everyone.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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