Boy, Monday sucks. I wasn�t ready for the week to start all over again. I had the hardest time getting up this morning.
Friday was pretty dull, no surprise there.
Saturday I woke up and did a little housework. I must be still recuperating from that cold because I was slow moving all day. I'm still finding myself low on energy.
Later Saturday I went and did laundry. It took me forever to get motivated..because I woke up really late that morning but I finally got it done about 7:30 p.m. I felt tense. Agitated. I don't know why.
I go home and Romy tells me Jackie is welcome to stay the night at her house. Jackie confirms she wants to do it because she wants to spend time with Dax and Jacobi.
Boy I feel popular. Lately, my kid has not wanted to spend any time with me. Sometimes, I get a little depressed about it.
So, to alleviate my depression, I call Lisa and leave a message asking her if she could call me back ASAP. I�m beginning to formulate an idea about going out.
However, I�m not hearing back from her, and at this point, I�m thinking that I may be staying home after all even though I REALLY wanted to go out.
Finally after two more tries, I get through to her and ask her if she wants to go out. At first, she sounds pretty tired but soon she perks up. Salsalita rarely passes up a chance to go out dancing.
She picks me up around 10:00 or so. �Push It� plays on her radio. Off we go to Woody�s, our old favorite.
The usual crowd was there. A few homeboys, a few hoochies, a few hoosiers. Nice mix.
I was having a nice time scoping everybody out and watching them dance. I talked to a few guys here and there but no one who interested me up until that point.
I was watching for him but I�m happy to report that Xandor the Buzz kill didn�t show up. He would�ve made things uncomfortable because boyfriend is TOO SERIOUS about everything all of the time. I think my sister Renee ran him off.
She�s so butch.
Eventually, I start talking to this guy named Pat. He was really nice, really friendly. We got along famously, however, I took his number instead of giving out mine, just in case I woke up Sunday regretting my actions.
I got back home around 1:30 a.m. and crashed.
I didn�t wake up until 12:00 p.m. I guess I was really tired.
I realized right away I was supposed to have been at my grandma�s house, like, yesterday, and had a hard time getting motivated. I smoked a few cigarettes on the porch with Romy.
I told her what had transpired at the club.
Jackie was going with Romy to see Harry Potter that afternoon, so I was free to leave at anytime to go to Grandma�s.
Finally, after dragging my butt for an hour, I did go to Grandma�s and clean. I would�ve felt really guilty if I would�ve blown her off. That�s not right because she�s counting on me to come every other week. So, I did.
When I got back home, it was around 3:00. I sat like a lump on the couch for about 45 minutes, and decided to go swimming.
I changed into my swimming suit, which I think makes me look like a California Raisin in all my purple glory, and I slunk down and got into the pool. The water was COLD!!! Crap!
I was determined to be in the pool when Jackie got home because we really hadn�t done anything together all weekend so I stayed in the water and froze my buns off.
I didn�t wait long. Jackie got home about a � hour later. She squealed with delight when she saw me in the pool.
Soon, it was getting cloudy and the water was getting even colder. I wrapped Jackie up in a towel and we went home.
Jackie and Max played pretty much the whole evening and I spent most of the evening on the front porch with Romy yapping about my glory days. Yes. My glory days. Also known as my �Fly, Fine and Fit� days.
I didn�t get to bed until 10:15, and even then I couldn�t fall asleep.
This morning I am dragging. I can barely keep my eyes open.
My highlight of the day so far was what happened this morning as I was leaving Jack in the Box after getting a breakfast sandwich.
There was a trashcan at the end of the drive through. I noticed there was no cars behind me so I stopped at the trash can and picked up two empty soda cups from the floorboard and threw them in there. Then I saw what looked like a McDonald�s bag and I picked that up and tossed it in there too.
Too late I realized that that was a QT (local gas station) bag and the bag had 3 full packs of cigarettes in it.
I had to put my car in park, get out, and dig in the trashcan for the bag. Cars were whizzing by on the main road. I even heard someone beep their horn a couple of times. I was so embarrassed. Just last week I�d seen a homeless guy digging through the same trash can.
I was just glad there wasn�t a lot of garbage in there. That would've been disgusting.
My sister Melinda called me yesterday with some interesting news. Mindy had called Tommy, who is my sister Renee's husband. Last time me and Mindy couldn't get Renee on the phone for months, we called Tommy. We do this because we love our sister and want to know she's okay. We also want to know about the kids.
Well, I guess because of all the drama that happened with Renee a week ago, she told Tommy: "If my sisters call you, you tell them you are no longer a member of this family and don't you talk to them!"
Uh, where in the hell does she get off? I can't begin to name all the things wrong with her saying that.
First of all, because her and Tommy are still married, he is still her husband. Even if she is carrying on with Terry. So, Tommy, no matter what Renee says, is still a member of the family. Two, she is nobody to be telling him what to do. Three, us sisters have EVERY right to know what is going on when it has everything to do with the wellbeing of our little nieces and nephews. If Renee wants to ruin her own life, fine, we can't live it for her.
There's little kids involved here.
I was also pretty mad to find out that the night Renee, Tommy and the kids went back to Tennessee; Renee had Terry spend the night in her bed while Tommy slept on the couch. What kind of Jerry Springer crap is this?
I don't know this girl anymore. Oh, and Tommy let it slip that he worries that Renee will go back to doing that "stuff". Melinda was puzzled.
"What stuff?" She asked.
"Well, let's just say that her friend Terry is into doing "that stuff" on an everyday basis."
Ah, crystal meth. Crank. Heroin. Nice to know my baby sister has a drug habit. You know, I didn't think to look for tracks.
It was rather obvious that as the week went on, my sister got crankier (no pun intended) every day. Now I know that she was fiending.
I must mention that this is not the first time that Renee has done such drugs. I had just hoped she wouldn't go back to them and since she was acting pretty normal I assumed she was clean.
I am so worried about her.
I open up CNN.com this morning and find out Jennifer Lopez married Marc Anthony this weekend.
What?
You�re kidding.
Right.
No way.
Wow.
11:21 am - June 07, 2004
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