bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do...
Lame title, I know. But it fits tonight sorta...better than anything else at least. I need to get some stuff off my mind apparently before I go really psycho and storm the city electric company.
Today is the one year anniversary for John and I. Or yesterday was.... let me clarify. It is now 1:45 am so technically yesterday was our anniversary. I was thrilled for this day. I've only ever had one relationship that lasted this long and it was nothing like this. So I got a bit excited for it. We had decided we weren't going to do anything special for it tonight since we both are on a tight budget until friday. So...we just kinda spent time together...or at least that was the plan until somebody had to go run into a damn power pole and knock it over taking the power for a section of the city with it. Yeah whoever it was that did that today of all days.....I'm extremly unhappy with them. Because of said accident John was called out to help fix it around 7pm....and he's still not home. SOOOO NOT how I wanted to spend our anniversary. Needless to say when he was taking so long not coming home I got upset. And as with most pregnant women, I cried. Several times. Hard. And I also drove around trying to find him. I dozed for about an hour and a half or so....from about 11 or 11:30 until about 12:45 when I got up and decided to call the shop. I looked the number up in the phone book even. No one answered. I tried that several times before I went driving again. This was at 1 am. I was already upset driving around all sorts of thoughts flying through my head. I'm so emotional I can't even handle myself. When I suddenly realize I'm being followed by a cop. I was instantly nervous and shortly after I began to get nervous he pulled me over. I knew I was getting a ticket. He didn't really need to look hard for a reason since my father (who still owns the car and has everything for it in his name) had not yet gotten the lisence changed over to Oklahoma and on top of that my SD tags expire this month anyway. So basically I felt screwed. I gave him m liscence and insurance card...and....slap another huge missight on dads part again....the insurance card is expired. I thought " great as if he didn't already have a big enough ticket to write me up." I'm once again on the verge of tears. But trying desperately to hold back so he didn't think I was just trying to get out of something. He asked me what I was doing out that time of night, so I told him I was looking for John and explained who John is and who he works for and that he'd been called out to work but I didn't know where and I was worried. He told me he wasn't going to write me a ticket....for my insurance or my failure to use my turn signal (which is apparently what he originally pulled me over for) and then he told me where the electric crew was working anf that they were likely to be working late because the accident had done quite a bit of damage and there were a lot of people in that neighborhood who had medical problems and so could not be without power. It's in the vicinity of the nursing home. So I felt like a schmuck and a bit relieved but was too afraid to chance going down to take a look since the cop headed in that direction. I know that its silly to have gotten myself so worked up but John has a bit of a dangerous job working with electricity and all up in the bucket and live wires and such. I worry. And I've never done very well being alone. I almost never stayed home alone when I was younger because I hated it. I get too ancy and my imagination is incredible without someone around to tone it down a bit....I actually become twitchy and paranoid if left in the house alone too long. I'm sure its a serious mental illness. Either way, I don't do well. And John has left me alone for a very long time tonight. And this is sooooo NOT how I wanted our anniversary to be.
Today is the one year anniversary for John and I. Or yesterday was.... let me clarify. It is now 1:45 am so technically yesterday was our anniversary. I was thrilled for this day. I've only ever had one relationship that lasted this long and it was nothing like this. So I got a bit excited for it. We had decided we weren't going to do anything special for it tonight since we both are on a tight budget until friday. So...we just kinda spent time together...or at least that was the plan until somebody had to go run into a damn power pole and knock it over taking the power for a section of the city with it. Yeah whoever it was that did that today of all days.....I'm extremly unhappy with them. Because of said accident John was called out to help fix it around 7pm....and he's still not home. SOOOO NOT how I wanted to spend our anniversary. Needless to say when he was taking so long not coming home I got upset. And as with most pregnant women, I cried. Several times. Hard. And I also drove around trying to find him. I dozed for about an hour and a half or so....from about 11 or 11:30 until about 12:45 when I got up and decided to call the shop. I looked the number up in the phone book even. No one answered. I tried that several times before I went driving again. This was at 1 am. I was already upset driving around all sorts of thoughts flying through my head. I'm so emotional I can't even handle myself. When I suddenly realize I'm being followed by a cop. I was instantly nervous and shortly after I began to get nervous he pulled me over. I knew I was getting a ticket. He didn't really need to look hard for a reason since my father (who still owns the car and has everything for it in his name) had not yet gotten the lisence changed over to Oklahoma and on top of that my SD tags expire this month anyway. So basically I felt screwed. I gave him m liscence and insurance card...and....slap another huge missight on dads part again....the insurance card is expired. I thought " great as if he didn't already have a big enough ticket to write me up." I'm once again on the verge of tears. But trying desperately to hold back so he didn't think I was just trying to get out of something. He asked me what I was doing out that time of night, so I told him I was looking for John and explained who John is and who he works for and that he'd been called out to work but I didn't know where and I was worried. He told me he wasn't going to write me a ticket....for my insurance or my failure to use my turn signal (which is apparently what he originally pulled me over for) and then he told me where the electric crew was working anf that they were likely to be working late because the accident had done quite a bit of damage and there were a lot of people in that neighborhood who had medical problems and so could not be without power. It's in the vicinity of the nursing home. So I felt like a schmuck and a bit relieved but was too afraid to chance going down to take a look since the cop headed in that direction. I know that its silly to have gotten myself so worked up but John has a bit of a dangerous job working with electricity and all up in the bucket and live wires and such. I worry. And I've never done very well being alone. I almost never stayed home alone when I was younger because I hated it. I get too ancy and my imagination is incredible without someone around to tone it down a bit....I actually become twitchy and paranoid if left in the house alone too long. I'm sure its a serious mental illness. Either way, I don't do well. And John has left me alone for a very long time tonight. And this is sooooo NOT how I wanted our anniversary to be.