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When will I learn to not walk over a mile to work in spanking new shoes? oooooow. today is going to be a socks in the office day.
I’ll post more when I get back, I have to set up for my meeting at 11. One thing I want to share is the most recent meeting minutes from my high school reunion committee (i declined to attend). These girls are just as cracked as I remember. From what it smells like, no one I care to see is coming.
Nevermind the reunion. My father the teenager called. He’s coming to town for a day and we were going to go out to eat. Now he’s bringing girlfriend of the moment Diana. He dated her back in ‘93 while he was finishing his 3rd marriage. I went out of my way to shock her, like a good little brat, by telling her about this Mexican boxer from whom I’d bought a bud the length of my hand. She remembers. I told my father to tell her I was just trying to scare her, that I have a vivid imagination. or do I? heheh
I just thought she was a freak cuz she’d made a really yummy dessert and then refused to have even a BITE of it. She might have been trying to poison us.
So Diana has had a thing for him since then, in between he’s moved to CA wine country and dated his (former) best friend’s wife for the past 7 years. He just broke up with Beth finally (who used to be lesbian lovers with my ex stepmother before they both found naval officers to marry) and now is right back with Diana.
Diana who planted many pots of flowers for the front of his home. Diana, who then SMASHED THEM TO HELL when she dropped by my dad’s house this weekend and he wasn’t there. He went to see Beth, and talk etc etc. He told Diana he was visiting Martin his pal, and that she was a wacko. Then my father charmed her, she made rational about being a passionate person, and they went to the shooting range together the next day. My father’s become a gun collector and has a dealer’s license. whole nother story.
May you never never never have to say, “Dad, this woman is a freak. She’s going to boil your rabbit! Be careful!” while in your cube with no privacy. oi....
I see them tomorrow for dinner and to show them my place. My father said, “just observe” .... this will be interesting.
oh. my. god.
yeah, having a hard time writing tech specs now.
I’m worried this psycho hose hound is going to be snapping every so often. I am contemplating giving her a very serious warning about her little displays of “passion”. As therapy-ready as my relationship with my dad has made me, I still would not tolerate her hurting him.
wow, what a crazy lady… good luck with that! at least she broke “her” plants, right...? right?! hehe *sigh*
ahh i just spoke with my brother. we’re just going to write a book, turn it into a movie and stop thinking about the crazy old man. at least he’s having fun.
zen of the day from anthony: it’s his shit let him deal with it.
ahh i feel better now.
me: and of course, sections on all the don-isms
me: the wine, the guns the silver, the cars
me: the cameras!!
me: the upturned collars
me: :-P
tony: don - ism #1 if you are uncomfortable with snakes run them over with your car - as many times as possible!
me: yes!
me: if you can’t then beat them with a billy club!
tony: fucking great!
me: god i remember that
me: do you?
me: the billy club on the floor of the bug? and he killed th snake?
me: beetle/bug
tony: when do we start. me you and pat need the money - his story in lights. he’d love it too the bastartd!
me: oh he would
me: we must start soon
tony: next weekend
me: hehe
tony: hehe
me: yes yes
tony: too much shit to cover in a 2 hr movie. we must revise the story immediately
me: hahahahGood Lord! And I thought my dad’s wives were nutty. Call me if she gets too “passionate” and you need some backup - I’ll break out the brass knuckles and Mike will bring the bat ;)
Hey Mia & Maria, I thought my dad’s history would always win. He was his second wife’s fourth husband; two of her sons didn’t show up for the wedding and one of them kept holding up four fingers in all the photos… don’t need to say much more… but after that divorce he found God, joined Promise Keepers, and helped found a new church. And has been with wife #3 for a long time. Maybe your dad will find balance too?
Damm! That’s quite a story there Kathryn. Glad it all seems to have worked out well in the end. My dad’s story isn’t as prizeworthy: his second wife was a raving bitch (that’s putting it nicely, I’ll spare you the details). My sister and I were in the wedding and we cried the entire walk down the aisle, in our puffy peach Jessica McClintock dresses. Ugh. She ended up leaving him for another woman with the same name (hopefully not with the same temperment). Now he’s with wife #3 who’s quite nice and seems fairly sane. They’ve been together for 10 years now I think this is it for them both. I certainly hope so anyway!
I like to think that nost of us can eventually find happiness when we’re truly ready for it, even if we take lots roundabout routes getting there. Maybe the bunny boiler has mellowed out in the intervening years, who knows?!
wow i am not alone. all anyone really wants is a way to be happy with someone.
oh my. poor maria, i can see you crying in your dress, poor baby.
Memories… I remember coming home to my mother after spending time with dad and fiance #2 and crying about the way she treated him. My mom was like, um, I divorced him? He cheated on me? I’m sorry it made you sad, but what can I do??
I am so proud of us for having found Dave, Mike and Nic. No puffy-sleeved crying bridesmaids on our wedding days!!!
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