I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
So, I'm on the phone with my great aunt today. I finally moved her to a small, quaint, clean rest home two weeks ago. Most phone calls from her have been her complaining about the food and the carpet in the place. Apparently, she's not enjoying the food and she thinks the carpet stinks. Funny, THISSSSSSS coming from a woman who's carpet in her own home smells of adult pee.
As you may already know, I think my great aunt is strange (I'm being nice here) - I've thought that of her my entire life. She's gready, self-serving and basically unbelievable. SOOooooo, last November when her husband passed away, she elected to creamate him - to save money. Ok, whatever - it's her money and not like she didnt have a small life insurance policy on him.. She has one on everyone in the family. She profits from the deaths of family members and pockets the cash instead of kicking down some funds to cover funeral expenses... See? Told ya! Unbelievable, huh?
Aaaaanywayzzz, she didnt want to pay for an urn or pay to entomb her husband, so incredibily, his remains are still in a cardboard box in her house. See? You thought I was lying... For the record, she didnt spend the entire insurance policy on his funeral, she pocketed "the change"... all while having ample cash in the bank and owning her home outright.
Ok, so back to today. She mentions her husband's remains back at her house. She wanted to make sure when we're cleaning out her house that we dont toss his remains. No problem - I would never do that. So, here's how our conversation goes:
her: we have to put him somewhere, how about we sprinkle him in the ocean??
::: insert "WTF?" here :::
me: did he love the ocean? Did he mention he wants to be burried at sea? her: Oh no, but it's free... me: * blink blink * me: you just dont DUMP people in the ocean because it's FREE. If he requested to have his remains sprinkled at sea or you had some sentimental reason for burying him at sea, then fine, but dont continue to disrepect him 'cause you're cheap! her: oh, ok. me: I have to go. *click*
Where do I begin? Hmmm... ok, how 'bout the beginning? No, I dont remember the beginning. So, let me jump right to the end...
I've been enjoying my boy's Little League season this year - especially my older son. He played in the Junior League (13 & 14 year olds) and their level of play is significantly better than his prior year in the majors. By the way, his team won their division title. Only 1 loss the entire season and that was during Easter break when they only had 8 kids show for a game and we had a sub from another team. I'm not offering excuses for a lack of a perfect season, just stating facts that may or may not have affected the season...and thissssssss has nothing of relevance to this blog post.
Anywhooo...I really enjoyed the games and all of the parents gelled so well (...is it "jelled" or "gelled"?) Anyway, after most of the games we'd end up at a local pizza joint for pizza, salad and beer. I really 'clicked' with the other Moms, especially one mother who was just, I dunno...cool! Let's call her, "Kathy". (Her name has been changed to protect to the innocent...yeah, riiiiiight!)
We had the end of season picnic this past Sunday and I picked up on a vibe (not just this day, but it's been working all season), like she was too friendly... and when I allowed myself to stop and think about it for a moment, her husband (we'll call him "Jack") was ever so slightly a skosch more friendly than I'm used to for someone who doesn't know me. He would stare at me after a brief conversation longer than I'm used to. (You dont know how many times I thought I had a booger hangin') When we were leaving the picnic and cleaning up, "Kathy" turned to me and quietly said "I'm really going to miss all this, but mostly I'm going to miss you..." I thought, "how sweet" -- 'Cause me and "Kathy" - we wuz cool, ya know?
As we got to my car, she gave me a big hug and said, "I'll call you - what do you like to do? bowling?..she mentioned a few other options, but seriously I stopped listening.... As I drove home I thought of some of the comments she and her husband have made about my sense of humor, my body, my hair, my hands, how a t-shirt fits me - things people dont normally pay attention to.... I had two thoughts running through my head.
My husband and I drove separate cars, so when we got home, my husband sat next to me and said "I...uh...think "Kathy" and "Jack" are swingers..."
WHAT !!!
THE !!!
FUCK !!!
At that moment, my own thoughts were confirmed. Because in my mind, "Kathy" and "Jack" were one of two things : swingers or they sold Amway...but strangely enough, they never mentioned soap. (If you've ever been pursued by those Amway folks you'll get this...) My gut was telling me something and to have my husband say that without me mentioning a word to him--in the words of Joey Lawrence "WHOOOOOAAA!"
We could be wrong, but really... I doubt it. I'm not sure whether I'm flattered or freaked out. The only reason I'd be freaked out - just the thought of thinking we're being discussed by two people in a sexual way can be uncomfortable. It happens to people all the time, but to think on it... weird. ...Aaaaand at the same time, WAY COOL !!! (The "we still got it, babe" thang is still in mutha fucken effect!)
I still think "Kathy" and "Jack" are cool, but I'm not "into it", so I'm sure I'll be forbidden to ever go to their house. My husband will think they'll "slip me a mickey" or something corny like that.
Fortunately, I'm bold enough to eventually ask 'the' question, and if she says I'm wrong, I'll play it off. I dont think I'm wrong. I know they want me...errr....uhh... "us".