here's an update!
i guess this would be the intro to my trip to missouri...
on friday morning ali decided to find a mouse in my closet and threw one hell of a monkey wrench into my day and it's planned out events. the mouse, named deveraux, was captured unharmed (but shaken i'm sure) by me and my oven mitt, and placed in the outgoing garbage container.
i flew to kansas city. kc has an amazing airport. i was off the plane and into the car within i swear to god, thirty yards. i called tres and he said, "i'm outside baby," and boom, i was in the car. fanstastic. no train rides no walks down endless terminals.
the kiss i gave him should have been more enthusiastic since little did i know i wouldn't be touching, let alone kissing him for the next three days.
we drove to blue springs, where his dad's parents live. cute couple, in their mid 80s, ruby and dale. they loved me and when ruby hugged me hello i told her i hadn't had a grandma in a long, long time. she assured me that she would always be there for me, grandma in the wings. dale has prostate cancer and wears a hearing aid, ruby refuses to wear hers, and is losing it a bit. she ranted on and on about larry flynt and his apparent cry for a bail out because his porn industry is failing. who knows, i hadn't heard about it but it must have made hardball.
after blue springs we drove back to columbia and made it there about 9 o'clock. tres mom, sam, lives in a nice, three bedroom, 1400 square foot home built probably around 2001. she smokes in her house. she also has a cuckoo clock, a grandfather, and a mantle clock. they go off on the hour, every hour. a bit strange and hard to get used to (picture me in the middle of the night waking up to "CUCKOO!!" at 3 am) but induring just the same.
all i remember from my first night in missouri is sam saying to me, "what kinda shows do ya like to watch fay?" and me replying, "i love steve carrel, i love the office," and her saying, "oh really? i don't like him, that's STUPID humor." also, her dog jake? he loved me. and she hated me for it. i learned right away to tell jake, "no down!" so as to not upset her.
more tomorrow.
ciao for now,
tinyfay
on friday morning ali decided to find a mouse in my closet and threw one hell of a monkey wrench into my day and it's planned out events. the mouse, named deveraux, was captured unharmed (but shaken i'm sure) by me and my oven mitt, and placed in the outgoing garbage container.
i flew to kansas city. kc has an amazing airport. i was off the plane and into the car within i swear to god, thirty yards. i called tres and he said, "i'm outside baby," and boom, i was in the car. fanstastic. no train rides no walks down endless terminals.
the kiss i gave him should have been more enthusiastic since little did i know i wouldn't be touching, let alone kissing him for the next three days.
we drove to blue springs, where his dad's parents live. cute couple, in their mid 80s, ruby and dale. they loved me and when ruby hugged me hello i told her i hadn't had a grandma in a long, long time. she assured me that she would always be there for me, grandma in the wings. dale has prostate cancer and wears a hearing aid, ruby refuses to wear hers, and is losing it a bit. she ranted on and on about larry flynt and his apparent cry for a bail out because his porn industry is failing. who knows, i hadn't heard about it but it must have made hardball.
after blue springs we drove back to columbia and made it there about 9 o'clock. tres mom, sam, lives in a nice, three bedroom, 1400 square foot home built probably around 2001. she smokes in her house. she also has a cuckoo clock, a grandfather, and a mantle clock. they go off on the hour, every hour. a bit strange and hard to get used to (picture me in the middle of the night waking up to "CUCKOO!!" at 3 am) but induring just the same.
all i remember from my first night in missouri is sam saying to me, "what kinda shows do ya like to watch fay?" and me replying, "i love steve carrel, i love the office," and her saying, "oh really? i don't like him, that's STUPID humor." also, her dog jake? he loved me. and she hated me for it. i learned right away to tell jake, "no down!" so as to not upset her.
more tomorrow.
ciao for now,
tinyfay