Captain’s Log 4,308
There are times I feel like an adolescent. Like now. I have no idea why I think these are so amazingly funny. My guess is Angelina does NOT think these are funny. I still hope she wants to meet me at Wendy’s for a root beer float sometime.
Okay. I’m done now. There’s nothing more to see here, people! Move along!
Yankeechick and Indiana Terri will be here in TWO WEEKS! BE still my heart! We are going to have so much fun! Hanging out, going out to dinner, and we are even going out to see if the desert is blooming. If it isn’t in bloom, we will spend time looking at the amazing sculptures by Ricardo Breceda
It doesn’t matter what we do or where we go, we are friends, and that is precious enough. The dogs will be delighted with all the extra attention, and my next door neighbor will have even more cause to eavesdrop and spray Febreze over the fence. Does it get any better than that?
The big event is the communal birthday brunch for Big Sister Mia and myself. Geeks personified as evidenced by this photo of us wearing identical Harry Potter reading glasses with the stickies still attached to the lenses. Who could resist a chance to eat scrambled eggs with such elegant babes?
I used the self check-out at the grocery store last night, and that computerized “brain” is really pushy! As I was fumbling for my two dollars, “she” kept saying, “Put your item in the bag. Put your item in the BAG! Put your item in the BAG….NOW!” Stupid bitch. What if I didn’t want a bag? What if I didn’t NEED a damn bag for a stupid box of crackers? God! Demanding! There is no room for grey areas when dealing with some computerized whiz bang, time-saving devices. So I bagged the stupid crackers just to shut her up. Sometimes it’s just easier to suck it up than argue.
Speaking of unwanted bitches……. Back in the day, I had a friend (intelligent, professor, attorney, etc.) who thought it was JUST GRAND to constantly tell me what she thought of me. She was always giving me unsolicited advice about everything. She loved to explain what I was feeling and why, how I showed up in the world, and my weaknesses that needed “work.” She loved pointing out every mistake. I didn’t really like her very much, but she was one of those tag-along friends that often showed up at functions I was attending with other people. One day, she decided it was time to stop figuring me out (for a second or two) and find out what I thought of her. I was very hesitant. When I told her that wasn’t a good idea, she pushed and pushed. So I decided to just do it. I squared my shoulders and said, “You are pushy to the point of making me angry. I really don’t appreciate your advice about how I run my life, show up in the world, or any other reason. I find you annoying. I only tolerate you because you are friends with so-and-so.”
She threw a fit that included a lot of keening and copious tears. “Poolie! I thought we were friends!” WAIL WAIL WAIL! I had never once given her any indication that we were friends or that I wanted to be friends. Who wants to be friends with someone who is critical of everything you say and do? I warned her not to enter into that territory, but she insisted. That was back in 1989. I have not seen her since. The door was slammed shut, and I cannot say that disappointed me in the least. I hear a snippet about her every now and then, and she is still doing the same old shit to people when given the chance. She has no real friends and is spending her golden years quite alone and lonely. I am so glad she is out of my realm.
Onward to happiness and knowing the truth about those I love – and those who love me. It’s also important to know the truth about those who do not love you. Bless them and let them go. There are open doors around every corner, but you must walk with faith in yourself as you make the turn.