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I finally decided to stop doing the work that Rick used to do and come here to type something. Since he's been gone, the couch has been at terrible risk of floating away. He was always right there to assist gravity in it's efforts to keep that sucker right where it belonged. No one has been taking care of that since Rick left. Every so often it occurs to me that it needs doing and today was one of those days. You'll be happy to know that the couch is right where it belongs.
I pretty much have my plans set for my trip to LA. I'm letting a nice young couple stay here while I'm gone to take care of the animals. So, I won't have to worry about them too much. The girl is in college and the guy is home on leave from Iraq.
The taping of the show is at the end of the week so I'm probably just going to stay in LA for the whole weekend. My daughter has plans for something at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go for either Thursday or Friday night, I'm not sure which but I'll be going there with her. That should be fun, don't you think?
Then she mentioned that she wanted to go to the beach. I love the beach but I am absolutely the whitest white woman that you'll ever see and I stick out like a sore thumb when I go to sunny beaches. I usually wear a beach skirt to hide my long white legs but sooner or later you have to take it off or you can't go in the water. I LOVE going in the water at the ocean, it's the only thing that gets me to go out in public wearing nothing but a bathing suit. I doubt I should bring a boogie board. I would think that in Southern California boogie boards are on a par with water wings. With surfer people all around on surf boards, I would look ridiculous kicking my legs to propel my little boogie board through the waves. I could do body surfing, I haven't done that in years. That's always good for a nice back scratching. I usually pull a move like Tom Hanks in Castaway and come up bleeding all over.
Uh oh. The phone just rang and like an idiot, I answered it. I usually don't answer the phone unless I know who it is but for some stupid reason, I did just that. It turned out to be some guy to whom I gave my number one night when I was in a particularly happy mood. The Tequila Sunrises didn't hurt anything either. I don't know why I do that. I seriously think the guy is phone number worthy at the time, then when they call, I've pretty much forgotten who the hell they are. Going out with the guy never seems like as much fun as is did when I gave them my number. I should make a new rule...never give out my phone number after I've had so much as one teensy weensy drop of beer. Ever. OK then, that's my new rule. It's a good enough rule that I can easily tell a guy that when he asks for my number. If he wants to see me, he can give me HIS number and if I still think he's the right kind of guy, I can call him back. It's so much easier than playing Hide From the Ringing Phone.
I remember why I gave that guy my number, he was a very, very handsome young man. After a couple of drinks, that's a good enough reason for me. But in the light of day, good looks are only a perk. They really aren't the basis of a relationship.
Oh well. He'll be one of about 6 people who's calls I ignore so it doesn't really affect my life too much so fuck it.
I did something that I absolutely HATE to do. I borrowed the money for the electric bill from my father. That is ALWAYS a last resort. I think I'd rather sell my body than ask my father for money but you can't get that much for a 1958 model. I already was paying him for money that I borrowed last year so what the heck, I'll just make payments for a little longer. Unless that is, I win my case on that judge show. If I do, I'll be able to pay him right back.
OH! I just remembered, I never checked my lottery tickets. I could be a millionaire and not even know it. Of course, that'll never happen so I should just save time and throw those suckers straight in the trash after I buy them.
My foot only hurts when it's dependent. That is, whenever I don't have it elevated, it hurts. I spent too much time hobbling around yesterday so now the swelling has gotten a lot worse. I have 5 fat little toes. I should go put the stupid thing up for a while. Do you know how dumb I'll feel crutch walking my way on to that court show? I'll look like I'm trying to garner sympathy from the judge. This timing was awful but I find it so appropriate that I should begin my second half century with a broken bone. It's just so me.
I finally decided to stop doing the work that Rick used to do and come here to type something. Since he's been gone, the couch has been at terrible risk of floating away. He was always right there to assist gravity in it's efforts to keep that sucker right where it belonged. No one has been taking care of that since Rick left. Every so often it occurs to me that it needs doing and today was one of those days. You'll be happy to know that the couch is right where it belongs.
I pretty much have my plans set for my trip to LA. I'm letting a nice young couple stay here while I'm gone to take care of the animals. So, I won't have to worry about them too much. The girl is in college and the guy is home on leave from Iraq.
The taping of the show is at the end of the week so I'm probably just going to stay in LA for the whole weekend. My daughter has plans for something at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go for either Thursday or Friday night, I'm not sure which but I'll be going there with her. That should be fun, don't you think?
Then she mentioned that she wanted to go to the beach. I love the beach but I am absolutely the whitest white woman that you'll ever see and I stick out like a sore thumb when I go to sunny beaches. I usually wear a beach skirt to hide my long white legs but sooner or later you have to take it off or you can't go in the water. I LOVE going in the water at the ocean, it's the only thing that gets me to go out in public wearing nothing but a bathing suit. I doubt I should bring a boogie board. I would think that in Southern California boogie boards are on a par with water wings. With surfer people all around on surf boards, I would look ridiculous kicking my legs to propel my little boogie board through the waves. I could do body surfing, I haven't done that in years. That's always good for a nice back scratching. I usually pull a move like Tom Hanks in Castaway and come up bleeding all over.
Uh oh. The phone just rang and like an idiot, I answered it. I usually don't answer the phone unless I know who it is but for some stupid reason, I did just that. It turned out to be some guy to whom I gave my number one night when I was in a particularly happy mood. The Tequila Sunrises didn't hurt anything either. I don't know why I do that. I seriously think the guy is phone number worthy at the time, then when they call, I've pretty much forgotten who the hell they are. Going out with the guy never seems like as much fun as is did when I gave them my number. I should make a new rule...never give out my phone number after I've had so much as one teensy weensy drop of beer. Ever. OK then, that's my new rule. It's a good enough rule that I can easily tell a guy that when he asks for my number. If he wants to see me, he can give me HIS number and if I still think he's the right kind of guy, I can call him back. It's so much easier than playing Hide From the Ringing Phone.
I remember why I gave that guy my number, he was a very, very handsome young man. After a couple of drinks, that's a good enough reason for me. But in the light of day, good looks are only a perk. They really aren't the basis of a relationship.
Oh well. He'll be one of about 6 people who's calls I ignore so it doesn't really affect my life too much so fuck it.
I did something that I absolutely HATE to do. I borrowed the money for the electric bill from my father. That is ALWAYS a last resort. I think I'd rather sell my body than ask my father for money but you can't get that much for a 1958 model. I already was paying him for money that I borrowed last year so what the heck, I'll just make payments for a little longer. Unless that is, I win my case on that judge show. If I do, I'll be able to pay him right back.
OH! I just remembered, I never checked my lottery tickets. I could be a millionaire and not even know it. Of course, that'll never happen so I should just save time and throw those suckers straight in the trash after I buy them.
My foot only hurts when it's dependent. That is, whenever I don't have it elevated, it hurts. I spent too much time hobbling around yesterday so now the swelling has gotten a lot worse. I have 5 fat little toes. I should go put the stupid thing up for a while. Do you know how dumb I'll feel crutch walking my way on to that court show? I'll look like I'm trying to garner sympathy from the judge. This timing was awful but I find it so appropriate that I should begin my second half century with a broken bone. It's just so me.
posted by Meg Kelso | 11:18 AM
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