Long assed post!
Holy crap... another long gap of time between posts... and I wouldn't be one bit shocked if no one actually reads this anymore.
I have concluded that I should not be allowed to go on vacation anymore. Yep. I said it. I can't do vacations. I go away and come back to drama and trauma left and right. While sitting in the airport in Florida, missing Tim to death and wishing that my flight was indeed 5 hours earlier (nothing's more fun than sitting in an airport for 5 hours with your exhausted family who's growing just as grumpy as you are by the minute) and getting a call from Martina. Gavin's sick. He has MRSA... that's the antibiotic resistant strain of staph that's been plaguing the schools, day care centers and hospitals left and right lately, leaving in it's wake a mess of illing people and several dead. Great. I feel for the little bugger, he's 2! At that time, it was bleak looking. Martina, while keeping her calm and seemingly holding up well, was hurt and dying on the inside. I can just tell. So, she told me not to come home. He's much better now! (she turned me into a newt!)
I felt bad because I wanted to come home to see my friends and my cat. After being gone for already 6 days, my cat was already pissed at me, and being gone for another 3... she'd be hulk angry. So I went straight up to Tim's place after I got to my car. I missed my car so much... but no where near as much as I missed my Tim. Stayed the weekend up there, subjugated him to my coworkers for a lovely dinner at Texas Roadhouse, in which the irony lied is when we got home Roadhouse was on TV and Tim absolutely had to watch it because he was making snarky roadhouse references all night long at dinner. The pharmacy girls loved him, which makes me glad because I love him too and the opinions of my friends means much to me when it comes to lovers. (My friends know me better than me and can see stuff that I cannot at times.) We all laughed, we ate, we made jokes, and Tim and I had to leave early because he wasn't feeling too well. His right side was acting up, so I took the fall so he wouldn't feel bad about it. I had my flu shot that day, so being the baby I was during and right after getting it (my boss was making fun of me about it) I just said I wasn't feeling up to par and we should scoot out.
All I have to say is... this country is ass backwards when it comes to homeland security. It's so much easier to get back into the frikkin country than to get out. Going from Cincy to Florida there were 7 different security checkpoints, from Florida to the Bahamas there were 3 more. From the Bahamas to Florida to cincy there were 2... one with the scanners, and at customs they asked "do you have anything you shouldn't?' 'No,' 'Alright Mon! Have a nice flight!'...
There's something wrong with that.
Yesterday Tim and I spent the day mostly in book stores. He sheepishly asks if we could go to a bookstore and I was all for it... little did he know he'd be dragging me out 3 hours later only to end up at another bookstore. ^_^ I like books! I think he likes that because he does too. His ex wife hated them and she hated that he read so much... so he felt really awkward asking if we could go. I think he was surprised that i got sucked into them as much as he did. So our sunday was spent in bookstores and at Ihop. Sounds like a lazy nerdy sunday to me. ^_^
And last night, I come back to the house and Trinity is waiting for me at the door. She is all over me for the first 5 minutes and then makes a point of ignoring me for the next 2 hours after. She also made a point of it to sleep ontop of me last night not letting me move. If I tried to move she'd grumble and growl her opinion to me and I'd be stuck. That's what happens when you don't see your cat for over a week. She's going to make sure you don't go anywhere for a while. ^_^ I love my kitty!
Anyway, I need to get my car looked at again.. she's idling rough and not too happy about shifting gears. Hooray...
I have concluded that I should not be allowed to go on vacation anymore. Yep. I said it. I can't do vacations. I go away and come back to drama and trauma left and right. While sitting in the airport in Florida, missing Tim to death and wishing that my flight was indeed 5 hours earlier (nothing's more fun than sitting in an airport for 5 hours with your exhausted family who's growing just as grumpy as you are by the minute) and getting a call from Martina. Gavin's sick. He has MRSA... that's the antibiotic resistant strain of staph that's been plaguing the schools, day care centers and hospitals left and right lately, leaving in it's wake a mess of illing people and several dead. Great. I feel for the little bugger, he's 2! At that time, it was bleak looking. Martina, while keeping her calm and seemingly holding up well, was hurt and dying on the inside. I can just tell. So, she told me not to come home. He's much better now! (she turned me into a newt!)
I felt bad because I wanted to come home to see my friends and my cat. After being gone for already 6 days, my cat was already pissed at me, and being gone for another 3... she'd be hulk angry. So I went straight up to Tim's place after I got to my car. I missed my car so much... but no where near as much as I missed my Tim. Stayed the weekend up there, subjugated him to my coworkers for a lovely dinner at Texas Roadhouse, in which the irony lied is when we got home Roadhouse was on TV and Tim absolutely had to watch it because he was making snarky roadhouse references all night long at dinner. The pharmacy girls loved him, which makes me glad because I love him too and the opinions of my friends means much to me when it comes to lovers. (My friends know me better than me and can see stuff that I cannot at times.) We all laughed, we ate, we made jokes, and Tim and I had to leave early because he wasn't feeling too well. His right side was acting up, so I took the fall so he wouldn't feel bad about it. I had my flu shot that day, so being the baby I was during and right after getting it (my boss was making fun of me about it) I just said I wasn't feeling up to par and we should scoot out.
All I have to say is... this country is ass backwards when it comes to homeland security. It's so much easier to get back into the frikkin country than to get out. Going from Cincy to Florida there were 7 different security checkpoints, from Florida to the Bahamas there were 3 more. From the Bahamas to Florida to cincy there were 2... one with the scanners, and at customs they asked "do you have anything you shouldn't?' 'No,' 'Alright Mon! Have a nice flight!'...
There's something wrong with that.
Yesterday Tim and I spent the day mostly in book stores. He sheepishly asks if we could go to a bookstore and I was all for it... little did he know he'd be dragging me out 3 hours later only to end up at another bookstore. ^_^ I like books! I think he likes that because he does too. His ex wife hated them and she hated that he read so much... so he felt really awkward asking if we could go. I think he was surprised that i got sucked into them as much as he did. So our sunday was spent in bookstores and at Ihop. Sounds like a lazy nerdy sunday to me. ^_^
And last night, I come back to the house and Trinity is waiting for me at the door. She is all over me for the first 5 minutes and then makes a point of ignoring me for the next 2 hours after. She also made a point of it to sleep ontop of me last night not letting me move. If I tried to move she'd grumble and growl her opinion to me and I'd be stuck. That's what happens when you don't see your cat for over a week. She's going to make sure you don't go anywhere for a while. ^_^ I love my kitty!
Anyway, I need to get my car looked at again.. she's idling rough and not too happy about shifting gears. Hooray...