4.30.07

Category: dribblings

i know! i miss you guys too.

linda sent in a book title: Slay Bells by Kate Kingsbury
thanks, linda!

and from the library: Till the End of Tom

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it’s been a crazy week of library work, painting ceilings, and then mr. fleegan’s cousin asked us to watch her 9 year old son for two days over the weekend.
that went… better than i thought it would.

the kid loves mr. fleegan, but he does not like me. i’m ashamed to say just how much it bothered me that the kid doesn’t like me. usually if someone doesn’t like you, and you know they don’t like you, you can write it off and be all, “yeah. well they suck. i’m GLAD they don’t like me. now i don’t have to pretend that i like them. what a relief! stoopid fukker.”

but when a little kid doesn’t like you? that’s different. that screws with your mind. “what’s wrong with me? did i say something mean or scary? why does he hate me? i’m cool. i’m funny! i have cool shit like a PS2 and guitars and a computer with fucking high-speed fucking internet! i’ve got the coolest dog on the planet! my ‘fridge is filled with pop and ice cream! i’m awesome to the bone! what’s not to like?! LOVE ME. I COMMAND IT. YOU’LL BE A BETTER PERSON FOR LOVING ME. LET ME BE YOUR WHOLE WORLD.”

sometimes kids don’t get hyperbole.
idiotas!
(was that hyperbole? is overreacting hyperbole? i mean, if you’re doing it sarcastically?)

honestly i’m just shocked that someone would think of us as a capable couple to not just watch their kid…but keep him for two whole days… to live with us in our squalid filth, drunkeness, and in the ghetto no less. it’s obvious the lady is crazy. we didn’t even have another bed or bedroom with which to host our young charge. we had to borrow an air mattress, and then go to the store to buy breakfast cereal that a kid might eat. those are simple problems to solve of course. it just would’ve been nice to have had time to make plans for that kind of thing is all. usually people don’t call an hour before leaving town to ask if they can dump their kid with you.
usually.
like i said, it’s obvious the lady is crazy.

it was a good weekend though. different, but good.

oh. did i mention the poor kid threw up in the car on the way to school friday?
yeah.

9 year olds just can’t hold their bourbon.

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my phone battery (NEW! CAMERA! PHONE!) died on saturday. i left it at the house to charge. on the way to my parents’ house, not a mile from my house, i turn a corner and BAM! there’s the Goodyear blimp in full glory all, “hey! now would be a good time to take a cool picture!”

it just damn figures.

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