My car doesn't have a radio, so I sing. For some reason, "I did it my way" popped into my head.
I went to my sister's house for dinner. I will be honest and say that I was dreading this. My sister and I don't get on well sometimes, and seeing her twice in one week, I thought might be tempting the fates a bit. (She's like mother.... at times.)
Her new name for me is Heiffer. As in: Linda, you are such a heiffer for going to Europe, and not taking me. I don't think that she'll be dropping that any time soon.
My brother Sean calls me Skoochie, which is half for skank, and half for hoochie. On my 27th birthday they took me to the spaghetti warehouse. (YUM) He of course had the wait staff singing to me at desert, but instead of "Happy Birthday, dear Linda", it was... You guessed it; "Happy Birthday dear Skoochie".
Lovely.
I think I'm noticing a trend.
Some of us can only aspire. There are worse things to be.
I was hoping to get in for dinner and be gone after two hours max. I realized that it was going to be a long night when Crystal asks me if I want to rent movies (notice the plural) and get Gyros.
I can't say no to Crystal. Never could. I'd turn the world upside down for her if I could. Her son, my nephew James, is my sweet little buddy. I can't feel moody and pensive, restless and upset whenever he's near. I love him so much. Even the squealing and banging around on his toys while we were watching movies wasn't annoying. I just got down on the floor with him and played. When it came time for him to sleep, Crystal laid him on top of his Scoobie pillow with his bottle. He got off of his Scoobie pillow and curled up next to me, laying his head on my leg.
I love that when I come over, and he sees me, he stands and puts his hands up for me to pick him up. I spent the evening playing with him and his new Christmas toys. Toddler toys rock.
The two movies of tonight were "Unfaithful" and "28 days" Guess which one was my pick?
>:)
grrrrrrrrrr
28 days was a bit long, but I really liked it. It was a good movie.
Well, it is almost one a.m. Hemlock is ready for bed. So am I.
goodnight.
love you
me
Posted by hawkie at December 26, 2002 08:05 PM