the title is the hardest part......

Long weekends are fabulous. Extra long weekends are even better. Jimmy went back to work this morning and so did I until the office manager came in at noon and asked me “What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t Yves tell you it was a stat holiday??”

Nope.

I can’t be too upset. I did get a few hours in this morning, along with stat pay. With a huge down payment looming in my near future, I’ll take it. But I skipped out of the afternoon and came home to Banner.

Had a good weekend. Friday afternoon my mom, Caroline and I got ‘a little fix’ when we headed over to a friend’s house for tea and to wish her a happy birthday. A birthday girl always gets the last word and Paula informed us that tea didn’t sound like a very cheery drink to have on a birthday.

Thank God I think of my mom as a girlfriend rather than a mom because snippets of our conversations were as followed “my tits hang down to my snatch……snatches are ugly……..a dizzying spell of “Fuck” used as a noun, verb and adjective all over the place….every once in a while there was an ‘Esti de tabarnacle’ for moments when cursing in French seemed to work better. Ahhh yes, Good Friday!!!!!!! No meat please, but viva la vodka. I couldn’t come home smelling like a tavern cause meat-lovin’ Jimmy would have thrown a tantrum and burgers on the grill.

On Saturday I was Caroline’s date for the world’s longest baby shower…. Caroline and I showed up for 2pm and supper was served at 6pm and when we finally left, it was late enough to head out for drinks. Like Whoa!!!

Today was the first day of summer according to Jimmy, Banner & I. We sat outside, fired up the barbecue and ate like pigs. Cause c’mon, the first BBQ of the summer is always the most satisfying.


the face of an angel


the work of a devil.....seriously. if we hadn't given our notice to move out, I'm sure we would have gotten kicked out.

Decided to pass on meeting up with Erin this weekend. Thought about it some more since I spoke to her and decided she didn’t seem as torn up as she should have been about almost loosing me. And she maintains that she had no clue that she flashed mine & Jimmy’s family at our wedding. I think I forgave her for a few minutes when she confided that she was calling me while sitting at home on a Saturday at 1pm drinking rye & gingers and that she knew she had a problem and needed help but after hanging up, I was like ‘whoa, she got off really easy and she didn’t A) cry or B) really apologize. She just said something to the likes of “I’m such a screw up. What is wrong with me?? I almost lost my best friend because of my own stupidity…”

It’s not over. I haven’t given up on her, on us. I just keep hoping she’ll meet a nice guy and settle down. That she’ll grow up and out of her reckless stage. She’s a wonderful person, just not when she’s drinking, which is unfortunately too often. I just don’t want to sound like the boring, married friend. Or the hypocrite. I’ve done some pretty stupid things. And she knows about most of it.

Greta, this is for you……. I present to you Erin. (Posting these against my better judgement….however, they are good for me also. Each picture has a special memory that encourages me to hold onto our friendship.)


wha????? yup, Miss Porno Hair didn't always have hot hair.


snacking on Beer Balls.


bwa-hahaha ok ok, yet another evening wearing my favorite necklace.


with some of my brother's friends....one of the many nights she ditched me at the bar.


yeah yeah, same necklace....but this was all the same night.


Erin & I on my wedding day - for some reason, I wanted my picture taken pre-comb out. Something about the porno curls.


Erin and I, and the dress I never should have let her wear.....shoulda made her wear straps.