The Wears Part II

The Wears made it back from Cozumel, filled with stories of flying first class because their original flight was overbooked. Brandon was excited about the extra leg room,and for Jess it was the wine. After the banter of the pleasures of first class died down Jess held out her tootsie-rollesque fingers to display a sparkling engagement ring. Not a suprise. We all thought they would elope on the trip. Jess, like always, tries to play it down, and for the first time in my life I encourage her not to. Bizzare behavior for me, always quick to move on from any bridal conversation. I am happy for the Wears (Not Wears! Bonvillains! insists Brandon, again). I am also very happy that she doesn't want bridesmaids.

Sleeping like a baby

A good night of sleep is few and far between for me. Most nights I generally lay awake for several hours in the bed willing myself to just fall asleep, and then spend the entire night tossing and turning. So I always remember, and take note of times I actually sleep the entire night - and sleep well, with not so crazy dreams. (Often I also have bad dreams). I don't know what to blame it on. I wound up telling an old co-worker about my family history, my parents divorce and current situation. When I finished he said "You must have a sleeping disorder." I was thrown off a little by his response, but I replied, "Well, yes, I do." So, I was very pleased to have a good night sleep two nights ago. I was exhausted. And it really felt good to sleep so well. It reminded me of something. A feeling I had as a child. That feeling where you are sleeping so heavily, and you can let yourself sink into that deep sleep knowing that someone is there to take care of you - your mom, or grandmom, or dad. That feeling of comfort knowing that they will pick you up from the couch and take you to your bed - and you'll never wake up completely because, as a child, you are all trusting of this parental figure. Once you grow up, you become less trusting. Little noises wake you up. No one is there to put a blanket over you or a pillow under your head. I think the last time I felt that way, like someone was completely taking care of me, was when I had my wisdom teeth removed. After coming home I slept, like a baby, comfortable knowing that my mom was there to take care of me. To put a blanket over me, to adjust my pillow, and generally just watch over me as I slept. soundly. It is a nice feeling. That was 10 years ago.

The Wears

The Wears came into town last night. now they're gone. But they'll be back on Monday after a 5 day vacation to Cozumel. the bastards. Jessica and Brandon. We call them the Wears because in college we called Jessica "The Wear." It was more suiting for the couple to take on her name as we had never called Brandon anything before he met Jess and we met him. Bonvillain! He protests. The Bonvillains! But that just isn't as fun as Wear. I guess I should point out that they are, in fact, not married. So legally each retains their own name. But they've been inseparable for 3 years. So it is fitting that they be referred to as one unit. I can't wait for them to get back. There will be more reporting on The Wears after their return visit.

FED EX SUCKS

I just spent a my lunch hour (and a half) waiting for the Fed Ex man to show up at my apartment and he never did. Finally I had to give up and come back to work. I'm still new here. I don't want to give the wrong impression - like I take off for almost two hours all the time or something. Yesterday, when I get home I find the Fed Ex delivery slip on my door. No date or time and it has arrows pointing to the center in Garland where I should retrieve my package. I call this morning thinking I will go pick it up on my lunch break and the guy tells me that the package should be delivered today to my apartment, probably between 2 and 3 p.m. Okay, first of all who's freaking home at that time? So I go home at 1:30, I'm all like I'm gonna catch this bastard. To me it's like a game. So I wait. I look at the clock. He should be here soon, I think. I keep thinking. I hear a noise and peek out the blinds. just the guy who drives the big red truck. I keep peeking out the blinds - as if that's going to make Fed Ex truck come. By the time 3:10 rolls around I'm very pissy, my head hurts, i don't want to have to drive to freaking Garland and now I have to go back to work, an hour and a half wasted - I never got around to eating lunch. I'm beginning to appreciate my UPS man so much more. At first I was a little concerned that he would leave my packages with neighbors that I don't even know. But now, that really makes glad for it. At least I know where my stuff is (he leaves a not on the door telling me which apartment he's left it at) and it gives me a chance to say hi to neighbors I don't talk to otherwise.

Things I've Noticed

A sign that says Divorces: $399 (Forest Lane near Central)
The Citgo at Mockingbird and Abrams is having debit card processing issues
My skin is dry
It's hard to take pictures of lightning with a digital camera
People that can't decide what they want on their Subway sandwich annoy me
Those little pink flowers don't come off the hood of your car - even if you try to accelerate enough to make them blow away
My tires squeal alot. especially on left-hand turns
Paying for parking at a hospital sucks
A bunny in the middle of the walking path in the village. his fur was a bit disheveled
Festival Express is playing at the Inwood Theater
Diet pepsi is delicious
Chocolate covered sunflower seeds are strange, but mildly delicious
Listening to the radio is obnoxious, especially when CD player is broken
My keyboard is dirty
I didn't go to one outdoor show this summer
Rainy days aren't fun unless you can sleep all day

closing

I've got my shoes off, sitting indian-style at my desk. got a nice big cup of coffee. my boss is out sick for the morning. my tummy is growling. i don't want to eat because i have to get weighed at my annual girl exam today. it's the only time of the year i ever weigh. and it is a very depressing day. always. every time. and every time the number just goes up. so sad. i haven't owned a scale since high school. i self-banned them in order to kick a disturbing eating disorder and obsession. not healthy. sometimes i feel like i could easily slip back into those habits. especially if i really start to look at my body in the mirror. i feel my stomach full and i carefully eye the toothbrush at the edge of the sink. it'd be so easy now that i live alone.

the weekend held a visit to XPO, which will be no more after this week. soon to be made into lofts or condos because of a lost lease. how do you lose a lease? anyway the place was filled up with drinkers and drunkards alike. a countdown of the number of days until closing hung on each wall and the bathroom lines were constant. we got there after a steak dinner and bottle of wine - not the best primer for shots of lemon drops. the next day was a waste. my head pounded enough to make me immobile for the better part of the day. Saturday night led us to Angelos in Lakewood. After battling traffic for a Sister Hazel (?) concert we dined on delectible italian fare. by the way Sister Hazel is still around? After convincing Dave that going out for drinks would not be happening we headed home to watch Persona, an Inmar Bergmen film. very strange indeed. enough to give me strange dreams.

push cart policy

This morning I awoke to an explosion of thunder outside my room. I remembered that it's Labor day, an American holdiay, and for a fleeting second I thought that some sort of terrorist type bomb detonated in the metroplex. I was still half asleep, my mind not clear of deep sleep and bizarre dreams. I felt a little alone, but quickly dozed off again after my fast-beating heart settled and I became accustomed to the pattering and splashing of the rain against my balcony. When I woke up again the rain had stopped. I went out for a jog/walk and the air was cool and clean. It felt good to splash through puddles and sing along to my music as the path was pretty deserted. By the time I neared the end of my workout the path started to fill up. The sun started to come out and I had to dodge dogs that managed to break away from their owner's tight grasp on the leash and baby strollers that are not pushed to one side of the path or the other, but are smack-dab in the middle. It kills me that even once these stroller drivers see that you are behind them and need to get by, they still do not move. All it would take is a simple shift of about 3 inches. But no. So I end up having to run around them in the muddy grass. not a big deal, but a little annoying. time to go inside.

Later I hit up Bed Bath and Beyond. I need pillowcases. There is always this one thing that always happens to me a BB&B - I mean it never fails that this will happen - someone always manages to steal my buggy. I mean I'll park it in a nice spot, not in anyone's way so I don't clog up the kitchen aisle or something, and when I come back - boom - no buggy. I even thought about this today, when I got there and left my cart unattended to look at picture frames. I thought - everytime I come here someone takes my buggy. So I turn around to grab my cart - who cares if I can't manuever it through this maze of frames - and what do I see? I see a 50-something women plop her freshly groomed Shitzu into MY cart and wheel away toward the front of the store. Too late for me to stop her, I sullenly, and to tell the truth a bit baffled that this really could happen to me again, make my way to get another cart. When I get there I find that there are none. I have to wait for someone to bring them in from the parking lot.

Laboring over Labor Day

Most of the people I know are either going on a great weekend excursion for Labor Day or they have to work. I am doing neither. I thought about making a trip home, but found out that my older sister will be there. We still are not speaking. It's been a month. Usually I take the high road and try to smooth things over when she gets pissed off. But I'm sick of doing that. So, no talk and no trip to Louisiana. Then I thought about doing some sort of trip of my own. But you have the whole holiday traffic thing to figure in. I just don't think I can handle it, especially driving alone. So here I am. Definitely not having to work, and definitely having no plans. The one person I usually depend on for plans apparently doesn't want to make plans involving me anymore. At least not so much. So I've seriously got to find something to do, else I start feeling sorry for myself.