Sex on the Beach

No, not that time with my fiance when I was 17.  That was a whole other thing.  I remember I had this orange denim 2-piece.  The top was just that and the bottom was like boy shorts with a belt that hung just so on my hips, grazing the bottom of my belly button.  When we got back in the car I noticed the uncomfortable feeling of sand between the suit and my bottom.  I took off the suit and dried off and shook out the sand. 

When I was 15 I had a pen pal in the service.  I had pictures taken of me in my sister's little bikini and sent one to him.  In return I received a card.  Inside was printed, "About sex at your age....." and it was signed by everyone in his platoon including his Sargent.  Pretty cool.

So.  We were at the  Dells and it was a cluster-f**k as I knew it would be.  Once we got to the restaurant I decided to have a drink.  I had my first martini ever.  Sex-on-the-beach.  It was fruity and so refreshing and I guzzled it down.  So thirst quenching!!!  Then BOOM!  I was drunk in a scary way.  The feeling just escalated.  That didn't stop me from almost grabbing the waiter by his lapels as  I held up my glass and told him, "More sex please."  I wisely left the drink sit until after we'd eaten..  I was still drunk but drank it anyway.  Needless to say......I was too drunk to drive the 3-1/2 hours home.  And stayed up until the alcohol left my system.  That way I feel great the next day.  Oh.
 I left out the fact that this was a super expensive restaurant at Chula Vista.   The bill-which we picked up-was over $800.00!  'Course that was for 8 people but shit!  Are you kidding me?  Next time (if there IS a next time) I will wear an evening gown and my tiara and diamond earring.  I know my husband was shocked at the bill.  I expected it to be in the hundreds but seriously!  I did tell him I wanted to eat there for my birthday in August and again for our anniversary on Valentines Day.

And so we are in the100's for the next couple of days. 

Thank-you to all who served to keep us free.  We love and appreciate you.  I am sorry that the Vietnam vets were treated with such vehemence when they returned.  Many came home so messed up at the atrocities they were ordered to commit.  Then they return to be called names and spit on.  I Hope they are getting their gratitude now, even though it is delayed.  Enjoy and celebrate our freedom!

Hotter than Hell?

I'm guessing hell is hotter.  100 degrees last week, 97 degrees today and 90's all this coming week.  And yes.  John and I are going to the flea market.  Hunter is going to babysit Tebow I know there is at least on large airconditioned building.  I like to take my cart so I don't have vision out of one to carry stuff.  What a difference that makes.  But with the crowd of people inside - I can't imagine anyone setting up outside today - I think the cart will get in the way.  I will carry a backpack as will my son.  I worry about him in the heat.  Ever the  mother, right?  It will be difficult with his limited vision.  He does quite well and you might not even notice it but he has only about 1/4th or 1/5th of vision out of one eye and none out of his other.  The problem is with his depth perception and he certainly has no periferal vision.  So the crowds of pushy people might piss him off.  I know if he was with his wife, he would hold her hand.  I'm thinking he will put his hand on my shoulder.  The word of the day is.......WATER.  Oddly, I can't think of anything I need or want.  But despite the heat, I am excited.  To spend the day with my son is the best thing ever.  He and I are so much alike in humor and he is as easy-going as I am. 
Again......it is amazing to go through my house without needing a compass to find our way through the maze of shit.  I have a ton of stuff to go through yet but this time......it's all going to Goodwill.  It is so easy and the guys there are amazing!  Easier still is the fact that you can haul it all there in your rubbermaid totes and get those back. 

Monday we will be going to meet up with Matt, Deb and two of our other grandkids.  It should be interesting.  Hope we can at least get them out of the water long enough to be able to play mini-golf and go to dinner.    It's about a 2 1/2 to 3 hour drive for us and we plan to come back the same day.

Sorry for any typos.  Spell check doesn't work weekends.  So.  I am just checking in here.  Hope you are all well, and for anyone involved in the floods, heat, wildfires and any type of illness', God Bless you.  I pray for health and happiness.  Peace.

I wish it would rain money.

Instead, it is raining bullshit.  Can you imagine what that's doing to my umbrella?  "What?"  Oh.  Of course I go barefoot.  I wouldn't dare wreck any of my shoes!  I may be messed up but I am not stupid.  On the way to church this morning I started talking about getting all the kids together for a group picture of all the grandkids.  Talking.  Hunter had said he would pay for my son and daughter's kids to come with us wherever we end up meeting Matt and Deb while they are here.  He told me the last e-mail from them was totally wrong and that he'd talk to Matt.  Then he's telling me to call Deb.  I said ok, where are we meeting up with them?  Told me to call Deb and TELL her where to be.  I don't TELL anyone anything.  We talk and come up with an agreement.  Then he's saying he won't pay for my son and daughter's kids to come to the Dells or to dinner with us.  "Their parents can pay!!!"  Um,....no.  #1 - John and Jenn are on disability.  #2 - Dawn and Jer are losing their house.  He said he didn't want to have this argument because he had to get to church because he had to fill in as an usher-which he's done a million times before.  I thought we were having a discussion.  Hm.  So I dropped it.  Did I mention we were going to church?    Church.  Where I go to worship God.  Where he goes because he is supposed to.  Now I can't speak to his relationship with God.  But seriously?  So when we got to church it was very early so  I sat in the car and texted Deb and told her everything.  After church he brought it up and I told him I had talked to Deb so now he can call Matt and figure out where we would meet them at.
When we got back from church he went upstairs and I came in with am armful of stuff and promptly tripped on something and fell knocking off pans and all kinds of things.  As I assessed myself, I put down what was still left in my hands and slowly got up to be sure I was ok.  As I was slowly getting up Hunter came down and after a bit asked if I was ok.  I told him I was fine.  My knee promptly got a huge knot on it.  On the plus side......it was by bad knee so yay!  I still have a good knee!!!!  I made eggs, venison/pork or goose shit sausage that he'd make and toast.  In between cooking, I iced my knee.  He never even said a word.  Yes you men out there....I did tell him I was fine and yes I know you you all can't read our minds but a caring intelligent guy would have noticed and said something.

So I did my escapism thing of going to sleep.  I was actually falling asleep anyway so I thought might as well sleep in a cozy bed, right?  He was already feeling remorse as far as is possible for him.  I slept 3-9pm.  In the mean time I guess he called Matt and while he wouldn't tell me what they agreed on, he waid I was to call Deb.  I told him I already did before church.  He said he told Matt that he'd have me call up Deb to see when we could get together for a picture of all the grandkids. ARGGGG!!!!  We have come full circle and are back to where we started.  I called Deb and we talked a long time and decided we would plan that dinner at Dave and Buster's and take it from there.  So.....I guess if I make enough money at the garage sale, to pay Hunter back for the cigs I charged as he will chop my head off when he gets the bill and also enough to last me 'till I get my next $28 a week allowance for the first week in July and assuming I have enough money left over after going to the flea market with my son and DIL and their kids.....(We BOTH love going there!!!!)  Then if I can get my kids together and if Jenn's van will fit 3 adults and 5 kids, this may come to fruition.  Here's the thing.  This is very simple and it the only thing I have really, really wanted.  And look at what a mess this has become because of Hunter and his ever changing mind.  Fuck him.  Yeah, we did go to church this morning but since God already heard me think this....he can't mind me saying it aloud to you.

Sorry this is just another WTF post.  But it helps me get it out.  I will also not count on him to help with the garage sale.  He is not consistent nor is he trust worthy nor does he keep promises.

Why do I stay?  Because it has yet to rain money.  There may come a time when I would rather be homeless and stand by a barrel of fire to keep warm and eat out of dumpsters.  Hey, it's got to be better than eating the weird shit he concocts, right?

BTW, I am NOT going to Aaron's to make exploding homemade rootbeer that tastes like shit. I will let Hunter go alone and have some "bonding" time with Aaron for Father's day.  I will stay here and mow and work on the garage sale stuff with out him questioning everything I do and since he will be gone......I will be able to use not only my kitchen, but also my washing machine!  YAY!