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Wednesday, December 29, 2004
The first post is below..right before this one about my old boyfriend just stopping by out of the blue for the first time ever....
Well, I got a call from him on yesterday morning. He apologized for stopping by unannounced but said he wanted to see me so he did and that it was one of his days off before he goes back on the night shift. I did ask him not to come over again unannounced and to call before he did anything like that again. He said he "might." Might? I again stressed not to come over without calling first. We talked a little about our past relationship and why it did not work...he did not want to talk about that so much.
He pursisted in wanting to come over. I finally explained that my brother was coming into town and that I would be tied up with family and not just "BUSY" as I first told him. He said that he would be in my area most likely at the bar down the street that he goes to. The bar is just a little pub in a strip mall where you can go to have a drink after work. Quiet and smokey! He said he would call me at 10pm and see if he could come over. Now what part of I am busy with family and would be with them for about 5 hours before, did he not understand? Apparently ...all of it! I again tried to put him off nicely. He said he may just come by at that time. I told him no..not to come but to call and see if I was even at home. OB said again he would just come by and would call me from a phone booth in the cold so that I would feel bad about him being in the cold. I again told him to call ahead. Mentally I had already decided I would leave my house not at 5pm to spend time with my family but at 8pm and stay there until midnight. All OB would get was the sound of ringing with no answer. I am sure that since he knows where my parents live.....my parents have lived in the same house for about 50 years and when we dated he spent alot of time there...I am sure he drove by there to see if my car was there. What the hell is his problem? 
Monday, December 27, 2004
 No more medusa here!
Do you hate it when unannounced guests just drop in with no call in advance..no warning at all? I think that this is the height of rudeness if they are not immediate family. I was having a leisurely Sunday when the I heard a knock at the door on yesterday about 1:30 in the afternoon. It was teh day after christmas so I was taking it easy. I still had my pajamas on and had not even combed my hair as of yet. I peeked out the window thinking WTF? or Who TF? is that? It was not family dropping by or even a good girlfriend.
 I asked if he was having a good holiday and he was. He then said he just wanted to see me. He is married now and has 3 kids. After a few minutes of me just standing there peering at him thru the 2 inch crack he asked what car was mine. RED FLAGS. I told him the champagne gold one. I then asked him to call me later. He said he would try. He jokingly said he wanted to catch me at my worst. I told him he did indeed suceed in that! In a BIG way! I was totaly embarrassed. You do not want your old flame to see you barefoot, scraggly, in non sexy pajamas with your hair not combed. I was mortified. REALLY, I was. He finally left but I was still feeling bad for about 3 hours later. When we dated many moons ago in high school and college, he used to see me all sorts of ways but that was then. This is 20 plus years later and he is married with kids. The marriage is not good and he does call me about every month or so. This has been the first time he has ever just showed up at my door. Well that is not true. He knows where I live and he says when he is out this way with friends---he frequents a local bar down the highway about 10 minutes from me---he comes by my house all the time...just to see if lights are on in the window and if my car is there. He tells me over the phone he comes by here several times a month. He jokingly says he is stalking me but I really do think he is. Many years have passed. Who knows what sort of mental health state he is in now? He says he misses me and still loves me. I have never told him that I had those same feelings now for him. I view him as an old friend but that is all. When he told me he was driving by here at times, in the hopes of seeing me, I suggeested we go to lunch. Innocent lunch. There is always some reason why he can't go...the wife Iguess. But ...now he shows up at my door? I will have to ponder this some more. Original posts about him: Eventually he will be on the saga wall on the sidebar... have to finish the last Harrington post first. I have to get rid of all the Harrington demons first before performing the next exorsism.
I have been drinking Soymilk for years as regular milk does not agree with me. I am lactose intolerant.
When someone is said to be lactose intolerant this is because the digestive system of this individual is not able to break down completely the sugar found in milk called LACTOSE. This inability results from a shortage of the enzyme lactase, which is produced by the cells that line the small intestine. Hence, the term Lactase Deficiency. In a normal digestive system all the food we eat is broken down into smaller and simpler ‘bits and pieces' in an easy way to say it. This helps the body to absorb the food and take out the proteins and what ever is needed to maintain itself. Lactase breaks down milk sugar (lactose) into the simpler form of sugar called glucose that can then be absorbed into the bloodstream. When lactase is missing or there is not enough of it to digest the lactose consumed, the results may be very distressing for the person. While not all persons deficient in lactase have the same symptoms if at all, those who do are considered to be lactose intolerant. Well in the holiday spirit I forgot all about that and drank the biggest glass of eggnog I could drink last night and it has been horrible ever since. I have been stricken with cramping and diarrhea. When the glass was tipped all the way up and I was swallowing the last little bit I remembered I had not a Lactaid pill in the house.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
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 Yes...I got the digital camera. The Kodak I wanted was sold out so I got the next one up in price. HP Photosmart 3.1 MP digital camera. So far so good. I have to get the first pictures I took off and into the computer. Christmas waz good. We had eats at mom. I found out my only living uncle left is back in the hospital with cancer. He was diagnosed with terminal cancer about 3 years ago. He had been on all sorts of medication and chemo. He has come out of remission now. He is that uncle that eveyone has...the one that smokes, drinks and stays in trouble. Could be all that partying caught up with him.
Friday, December 17, 2004
How many of you celebrate Kwanzaa? I do not. At least not yet. My father made a hand carved Kinara several years ago because my mom said she wanted to celebrate it. We never did. I tried to. The year my father made the kinara I got all the info ahead of time about kwanzaa for the family so we would know what to do, but it never panned out. Seems like there was some one thing we were missing so we could not do it. Now it just sits in the livingroom in an honored spot on one of my mom's display cabinets. There are many churches and groups that celebrate it. A few years ago I went to the first night of zwanzaa festival at the long shoreman hall where I live and it was good. There were all sorts of african vendors set up and african dance performers and food and all sorts of booths set up by black vendors. I might have to ask mom if she wants to try to dust off the kinara this year and maybe use it.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves,"
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves. And labor conditions at the north pole Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul. Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety, Released to the wilds by the Humane Society. And equal employment had made it quite clear That Santa had better not use just reindeer. So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A. And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops. Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened. His fur-trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened." And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows, Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation, Demanding millions in over-due compensation. So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife, Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life, Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz, Demanding from now on her title was Ms. And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion That making a choice could cause so much commotion. Nothing of leather, nothing of fur, Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her. Nothing that might be construed to pollute. Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot. Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's war-like or non-pacific. No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth. And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden, Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden. For they raised the hackles of those psychological Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological. No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt; Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt. Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away. So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next. He tried to be merry, tried to be gay, But you've got to be careful with that word today. His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground; Nothing fully acceptable was to be found. Something special was needed, a gift that he might Give to all without angering the left or the right. A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision, Each group of people, every religion; Every ethnicity, every hue, Everyone, everywhere...even you. So here is that gift, its price beyond worth... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth." (c) Harvey Ehrlich, 1992 All the best to my e-mail friends for a Happy Holiday and a Prosperous New Year!
Monday, December 13, 2004
Yes...the true saga continues-->the true stories of all my failed relationships. Read the first 3 chapters in the Harrington saga on the side bar to the right.
I called Harrington on Sunday and he invited me over. I went over and asked for details about the trip. He told me the standard stuff you would expect to hear...they went on the beach, had a few drinks, had a few meetings. I went to the bathroom and just happened to look in the trash can when I threw my handtowel away. I saw a condom...at that time he did not use condoms with me so I immediately became suspicious. (That was back in the day when it was just a little safer to not use protection) I asked about the condom. He said that it was an old condom he found when he was cleaning out his suitcase that must have been in his suitcase for a long time. He had forgotten it was in there, it had been in there for so long. I did not believe that answer so I began to ask more details about the trip. I got some evasive answers so I asked more direct questions. Questions like..."did you take a woman to the beach with you?", and I demanded the truth. " Yes," was the answer. I was told he took the bitch that was the one typing his papers. I was livid. He had never taken me to the beach. We had a big ole' fight and I left. We did not see each other for about 4 months. He called and said he was sorry and came bearing gifts and saying that he wanted to see just me now and like a sucker I fell for it. We were on..dating again. Things were going well for a very long time. They were going well until the Sunday my shift at work got cancelled and I decided to surprise him with an unannounced visit. It was about 11AM on that sunday morning when I arrived at his house. It pays to make an unannounced visit. You learn so much. Harrington learned. He learned that Rambo can be anyone..not just Sylvester Stallone.
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