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Good Behavior…
This weekend was filled with excitement and disappointment.
I started the weekend off with a busy Friday, with a remote (personal appearance) and ended it by going home with a Migraine. I was supposed to go out with the crew celebrating my friend Jeff’s divorce (something he had been waiting SEVEN years for) but I wanted to talk to Amanda first. She came over and my friends said they would text me the location of where they were at for me to join them later.
I texted them once Amanda and I talked to no avail. So I went to sleep. And I slept for 12 hours. Now most of you know that I sleep 5-7 hours a day but when there is something on my mind, or when I am sick I will sleep 12 hours. This was one of those sleeps and would be a harbinger of things to come.
Saturday I ripped up the first strip of the carpet in between the two bedrooms and next to the garage. That was a mistake, cause a swarm of dust surrounded me. I spent the next hour sneezing. Not fun at all. After I deposited the carpet outside in the dumpster I carefully swept up three pickup shovels worth of dirt. No wonder my allergies were always going crazy.
Amanda came over to take her frustrations out on the wood tack downs.
Now for the record, Amanda volunteered to help me. No one else in the hub city has been able to so I appreciated her taking her anger out on the tack strips removing them from the entire hall and living room area. We are not dating, and as a matter of fact she then did the best and worst thing I could have heard on that day.
My five best and worst parts of me. It was way easier for her to list the things that she didn’t like about me rather than the five things she liked about me. I sat and listened to it all, not gritting my teeth, even asking her how I could improve myself.
I then got the carpet cutter out and cut the carpet into strips that I can roll up conveniently.
We went and saw Hellboy 2 but my mind was somewhere else. It was in another land. I really couldn’t tell you much about the movie because I spent the time in the theater rerunning through the five bad things she said about me, and no I won’t list them all for your enjoyment.
I tried to go to bed but was unable to. One of the things that she brought up was my inability to meet people that wasn’t IIF’s (Invisible Internet Friends) or people at work. I had to go out and stop being in the house all the time.
Tony took me out and we stopped and watch Darren Welch play at Buffalo Wild Wings. You think that people would have forgotten you but when you say hi inbetween sets and you get a hug while hearing “where the hell have you been?” You know you’ve been away too long.
I thought about that one comment till I fell asleep at 4:30 in the morning.
So when I woke up at 11:30 I immediately went to work. I got dressed and headed to Barnes and Noble.
“You need to go to the book store, not a bar to find what you are looking for.” So I did. I sat and read books, finally left using the gift card that Mom and Dad gave me for Father’s Day. At no time did I find a cute agnostic woman, who like being in the Barnes and Noble on a Sunday morning. The average age of the Barnes and Noble patrons were about 62. The average age of the B&N employees were about 27 but mostly male so strike out on that idea Amanda.
I then left to go to the Rooftop Cafe to have a late brunch and read. Full of eggs and bacon I headed home to reorganize the kitchen.
You see, Saturday after the dust storm in my hallway, I cleaned up my bathroom, throwing out things that NEEDED to be thrown away and put old towels in a bag for me to give to Goodwill. My goal was to start the process of getting rid of things I never use before Mom and Dad come.
Grandma is a packrat and I have inheirited that from my mom’s mom. So when Dad comes to help paint the house and spend time with my mom and me, Mom will be looking around for things to toss, shred or giveaway.
So I have tried to reorganize for myself so when Hurricane Mom comes in, there isn’t much for her to do.
Very advantagous for me as it makes her happy, she gets to read a book while dad and I paint and I don’t have to spend four weeks trying to find how she’s reorganized the kitchen.
I still have the two bedrooms to go and I probably could start going through stuff, but I am going to wait. I went and biked 10 miles at the gym and had chinese food for dinner.
After playing some poker where I felt like I was getting reamed, I left and went to do some stuff at work.
I was hoping to get my friends here to finally put up the fan in my bedroom and drop the fan in the living room with an eighteen inch extension, but no such luck and I’m no electrician!
So, off to reading my new book and trying to figure out what I need to do next other than the massive garage sale.
Hmm, maybe I should just put my books up on here and see if anyone needs them before I sell em.
Bosses return in the morning. Wish me luck.
I told Amanda that my life was voluntary jail. I’m in solitary right now. Hopefully I’ll get out with good behavior.
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Nothing for nothing Sean, but how old is Amanda. It makes a difference. You and I are the same age. I have no desire to go out when I have down time. The only people I have that I associate with these days are the Dorm crew, and the people from work. If, and I am just saying if, Amanda has accused you of being anti social and reclusive, I have to disagree. The Sean I know never met a stranger. You obviously get out in public. You obviously cavort with people, and several of your IIF are not damn invisible are they? Okie-Vegas, Vegas trip, etc.
If I remember, Amanda is close to 10 years younger than us? Oh yes Sean. I keep an eye out on my friends, even from down here. As my ex-wife forgot, I am a genius and the internet is my playground. She was shocked when I asked her how long she had been married to the personal trainer. But I digress. We had our years of going out and socializing at clubs, and bars, and other venues. We have reached the point in our lives where a little less drama is good. Our priorities are vastly different than they were 15 years ago. Shoot, my priorities have changed drastically in 2 years. you cannot let someone not your peer, and by peer I mean someone who has not been down your roads, seen all you have seen, passed out from too many spiked rum and cokes (151 and coke,) judge your situation. the view will be skewed. Her triumph and travails many be relevant, but they are not the same.
You want Mrs. Donahue the next. This is understandable. From what I read every day, you are not ready. Kinda like the Oracle told Neo, you are waiting for something. Maybe your next life. It also sounds like you are setting up to start the next life. One thing I do know, you can quit looking for Mrs. Right, because even iff you quit looking, she will find you.
Great. Now that you have finally fixed your RSS2.0 (the other two don’t do full feeds) I am adding both your blogs to my Daily Must Read list. From none to two in one weekend. You must be doing something right. And go check out the TRADGEY FAIL I put up just in your honor.
Or just don’t go to a book store on a SUNDAY MORNING. You know, when people are recovering, sleeping in, doing chores, or at that churchy thing (yah, you’re looking for agnostic, but a believer who doesn’t impose on you would probably be fine). Try Sunday afternoon, or Saturday afternoon, or Wednesday evening… you know, when people with jobs and lives might be there.