I had a great day. First weekend in a long time I was home all weekend. I had two parties to go to, but with the cough I picked up last weekend I didn’t want to scare anyone and didn’t go to either. I know, I know I need to get out and meet people, but no one wants to hear me cough and I was afraid if I went to the party last night I wouldn’t have energy to do what I needed to do today.
Today OS called me and woke me up wanting to go running. I said NO, and about five minutes later when I was really awake, I called her back and said yes. I made her do the hill, all the way over and down the other side and back up. That’ll learn her to wake me up.
We talked about the sewing we need to get done before Estrella, which is like 3.5 months from now. Since I’m not the best person to sit down and sew, it will take that long.
I had told my parents I’d come clean their travel trailer and finish the painting and wall papering. My dad bought it from a man that built it himself. Its pretty neat, needs a truck with a hitch in the middle of the bed to pull it though. It has a real bathroom with a tiny tub, shower and has room to change in there. Sleeps four, or six if you really like each other. It has stairs going up to a private bedroom with a queen bed and the table area of course makes into beds as well.
My mom caught me up on all the latest gossip. I know who needs killin, who is a bad mom, who moved back to Arkansas, who might get custody of their kids and who has a really good job. Who can’t measure, and plopped their trailer down too close to the road so it’s an eyesore and who is having problems with their domestic bliss. I alternated between offering advice which won’t be taken and biting my tongue so I wouldn’t say something way inappropriate. My tongue got away from me at one point and I suggested that they take out life insurance on one person who is worse than deadbeat. “Well,” I said “he’s got health issues and doesn’t take care of himself and at least eventually he will do somebody some good.” They just kind of looked at me. “Was that mean,” I said? I didn’t mean it mean, I’m just sayin at least his wife who works two jobs while he drinks would eventually have a retirement plan. Guess you had to be there.
I don’t offer much information about what’s going on with me, just answer questions I’m asked. I don’t’ want to be gossip fodder, if its bad, or make them worry. I hope they don’t’ feel sorry for me. I have everything I want except a significant other. And I have so much love in my life that that is only a small matter. I don’t like to brag, so I rarely share the good either. And somethings would just make them shake their heads. After a couple hours, I asked if there was any good news and mom said, “Well if there is, I haven’t heard it.”
I cooked vegetable soup and chili and cornbread. My dad’s easy to please these days. Make cornbread, cook, smile, clean something.
I cleaned everything with Murphy’s oil soap, and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. The stove and refrigerator are harvest gold, so that kind of dates it. I finished wallpapering the bathroom with some interesting fish wall paper and carpet freshed the carpet and vacuumed. Washed the sheets and curtains and fixed it up.
Its interesting to wallpaper by yourself. I use something called prepz, which is a combination snot and cake glaze. Cold, slimy and the best way to coat the wallpaper is to just smear it everywhere so I ended up with it all over me.
I always have a dilemma when I go to my parents to work, do I shower first knowing I’m going to end up yukky, or not shower and know I’m going to have to run to town and see people I went to school with looking like I don’t bath or brush my hair. I opted for the no bathe/hairbrush look and only ran into one person I went to school with, I went down another isle and didn’t’ make eye contact.
Seriously, about a year ago I was in the one of two stores in the town and ran into the cutest cowboy I ever saw. Tall, thin, big blue eyes, he started talking to me, so excited to see me. I don’t have a clue who he was. Dangit. He sure remembered me.
I came home, took OS a camera so she could take pictures of the scary brain cake, opted out of my sister’s hay ride/skeet shoot and took a long bubble bath, lit all the candles in the house, and made a smoothie. Oh the exciting life I lead. I’m not allowed to watch TV cause I can’t watch horror movies and I’ve been threatened with a v-chip by someone who cares if I sleep or not if I watch any more scary stuff. So I’m fixing to watch a McGyver marathon and have sweet dreams.