Sunday, January 10, 2010

Poor Thing

So an old friend from high school sent me a text that another mutual friend is about to lose her father. I don't know the details, except he is in advanced age and hospice is with them now. Friend 1 wrote in her text something like, "I thought you might want to know so you can call her."

I replied, "Is she still with the same husband?"

Friend replied, "Yes. Poor thing. He's so jealous."

Poor thing? Come on. "Poor thing." I've met the husband twice. Well, almost met him twice. One time I saw him was a concert at a casino. She was talking to me and he turned around and saw her and started yelling at her from easily 75 feet away. Then stormed up to her and she introduced me, I held out my hand and he looked at me and dragged her away. The second time was at her mother's funeral where he wore some bizarre hat and was so drunk he stumbled across the cemetery.

Poor thing my butt. She always liked the drama and the drama boyfriends. Seems like she found her gold mine.

Thursday, January 7, 2010


So the local grocery stores no doubt paid the forecasters to talk about snow for 3 days in a row, leading everyone to worry about the great storm to come. Since I work at a 24 hour casino, that doesn't promise a snow day off and pot full of chilli and an afternoon full of favorite movies. It usually means just wondering how long it will take to get to work.

So I decided to enjoy it what little I could and prepare myself mentally. I slept with the shades open so if I were to wake up, a quick glance would show me beautiful snow flakes or not. I don't remember what time it was, but the snow was so light I had to walk to the window to confirm there's snow.

It's odd sleeping with the window open. I don't like to do it often in the big city. But in a way it's kind of pretty.

The snow was rather disappointing. But it did make for an easy drive to work.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Christmas with the hamster

Every year since my nephew was born, I wake up on Christmas morn at his house to watch and be a part of all the wonder and surprise. It's really very nice, and now more so with two nephews.

This year both of them were in bed with me, and I was pretty much against the wall with a 3 year old pressed against me and a 4th grader against him. They were late going to bed, and I was sound asleep and never heard Santa's arrival.

But somewhere late late at night, or early early in the morning, the 4th grader came back to bed with a hamster that Santa had brought. I wanted to be bothered by it, but chose the path of just rolling over and going back to sleep.

But next year me and Santa got to talk about living animals in the bed.