Friday night, Lisa and I took our little boogers out to eat at Denny�s. They straight up acted crazy and embarrassed the crap out of us, crawling under the table and laying down on the seat.
Sheesh. You would think we�ve not taught them anything.
After we ate, we went home and watched �Honey� and �Uptown Girls� while the Bratley�s played in Jackie�s room. Both were great movies. I really enjoyed them.
Even though I was doped up on Vicodin, I enjoyed watching the movies. Lisa and I were talking too, but sometimes I would space out on her. I think she understood why I was a little spacey.
Rene� busted in on our girls night, which officially made it over for us. He stopped by to say hi and maybe get some good leftovers. Too bad I didn�t cook. All he got was some leftover chocolate peanut butter pie, which I had already gnawed on, which is better than nothing I guess. I guess if left to his own devices and if he was really hungry he could�ve ate some boogers.
I�m just sayin� that he shouldn�t be picky just because I didn�t cook dinner.
My sister Renee called from Tennessee. She and Tommy and the girls and little Logan will be visiting next week. I�m really excited about it.
Lisa and Jake finally had to go. It was getting late. I was sad to see her go, because I�d been missing her a lot.
Rene� stayed until about midnight. I was so exhausted from my medication that I collapsed in bed that night.
Since Jackie was going to her school picnic with Romy and Dax, I had time to get my laundry done. I was dragging a little bit from being on that Vicodin. I was also having a lot of breakthrough pain and Vicodin wasn�t touching it. When the breakthrough pain happens, I can�t think or do anything for, like, about 3 minutes, because it hurts so bad. It�s best if I just close my eyes and ride out the storm.
It took me a lot of energy to get the laundry together and get it done. Besides regular laundry, I had to wash those sheets Jackie threw up on. I had tried to wash the pillow she ralphed on too but it got all messed up in the washer so I had to throw it away. So much for my ultra comfy Ralph Lauren pillow.
While doing laundry I remembered that Romy had invited Jackie to stay the night with Dax. A plan started to formulate in my head about going out on the town with Lisa and doing something fun, something we�d been meaning to do for months.
I wanted to go out, so on the way back from doing laundry I stopped in at Fashion Bug to buy some capri�s and t-shirts, but I also bought a black, white and gray striped shirt to wear with my black pants.
It was the bomb. I got it on sale for $17.99.
As soon as I got home I called Lisa to see if she wanted to go out.
She did, so we made plans to go to Marshall�s and see if they had any sandals.
We went and they didn�t have anything reasonably priced.
We went to dots and got some cute accessories.
Then, we went home and got all hussied up.
We hit the club about 10:00 p.m. It was pretty dead in there at first. Lisa and I scored a seat right by the dance floor.
I�d like to know if there�s a book out there called �Dating Bosnian Men: A beginner�s instruction book.� Just wondering.
I met a wonderful man Saturday night and I think he�s becoming infatuated with me quickly. I say this because I�ve seen him twice since we met Saturday night.
Saturday night I was at Woody�s with Lisa minding my own business getting a bit tipsy. White Russians were my choice of drink that night. I saw this man; we shall call him Xandor, standing next to me with his friend for an hour or so. I remember feeling like Xandor was looking at me but I was not sure. So, I kept an eye out on the dance floor.
It was entertaining because there was this longhaired hippie wannabe trying to get up on all these girls by rubbing his butt on them. One girl, who I had first thought was a stuck up witch, told me that he smelled like puke. I laughed.
So, I spent a lot of time watching him trying to score with the ladies who really wanted nothing to do with him.
I asked one of the guys standing next to me what time it was. And Xandor broke his neck to tell me first. As he told me �11:00� I snickered inwardly. His friend looked perturbed.
We started talking, as well as you possibly can in a loud club. He mentioned that he saw me crying. He looked concerned.
�No, my eyes were watering from that smoke that they�re blowing out on the dance floor..�
Oh, he said.
You know, I was a bit buzzed. After all, I wasn�t drinking the �free� well drinks that most of the girls were drinking. I was paying for $4.50 White Russians. By the time I started talking to Xandor, I was on my 3rd one.
Our beginning conversation was something of a blur. But I seem to recall him telling me that he was not an American citizen.
�I know you�re not..� I could tell by his accent. He told me he was Bosnian and that he had a green card.
I could care less if he had a white, blue, yellow card. He was a nice person. I can read people pretty well. I wasn�t concerned with his status here. Maybe he felt like he had to tell me right away because he had a bad reaction from someone in the past.
Finally, we moved away from the dance floor (by the way, he danced with me and he dances like a chicken) and we sat by the �fireplace�.
By this point, he�d bought me a couple more White Russians, and we were having a deep conversation. He told me that his parents died in Bosnia. His sisters still live there. His brothers live in the U.S.
I told him about my mom, my marriage, my divorce and little Jackie.
He asked why my marriage didn�t work out. I told him it was because my husband thought I was too fat and loved being that way.
�You are not fat. You are beautiful. Stupid man.�
He asked where I lived. I told him, not far, across the street and down a few streets.
�Will you show me where you live?� My instinctive red flag reared it�s head for a moment, but I felt like, with the language barrier, he might not find my house when we went out, so I told him I�d show him when we left the club. I felt like it would be safe.
We talked for another hour until the club shut down for the night. I told him to follow Lisa and me when we left.
I got a good night kiss from him and he left.
Sunday, I woke up with a minimal hangover. I felt good enough to get up and get some housework done. I was cleaning my bathroom when something told me to go to the front door so I did.
Xandor was parking in the parking lot. I knew he had tried to call twice but I�d been busy cleaning and had wanted to call him back later.
I was happy to see him. We talked for a while. I had to explain to him that it takes me a while to get to know someone and feel safe around them. He asked why. I told him again about what happened with my mom and me.
I found it funny that he had a lot of �profound� things to say, as evidenced by the slow deliberate way he said things.
�Me-Lee-Sa..I ask you�.what are that chances that you might date some other guy?� I told him I was picky and did not date a lot.
I think he understood that I�m not the kind of woman that sleeps around or is careless about who she associates with.
He left and I went back on my cleaning spree.
This morning I got up at 6:20 a.m. and was getting ready to walk out the door when I noticed Xandor coming to my door.
Now, boyfriend and me are going to have to have a talk. No one knocks on my door early in the morning. He had on his work clothes. I knew he was on his way to a construction job and wanted to stop by. I thought it was sweet that he�d stop by, but I have to put a stop to stopping by without calling. That will get old real fast.
8:30 am - May 17, 2004
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