Just Another Bend In Journey of Life
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Love & HateSo far, this new year sucks ass! No way of getting around that one. We left the bar early to do our thing NY's and lo and behold Mr radio guy hasn't had any in a while so needless to say it was short and nothing was sweet about it. DAMN IT! Drove home Sunday which was uneventful.
I took the day off on Monday to spend w/ S since she'd just come home after being gone for 2 weeks. I woke up to my cousin calling me around 9am telling me about a guy that was found dead (presumably of natural causes) on Sunday night by his girlfriend. He was 47 years old. He currently was working for the same company as my ex-boyfriend so I'd see him from time to time. He was an asshole to be honest. I'm very torn about this. His ex wife, new husband and his kids lived 2 houses down from me when I was a kid and I always played with the middle girl, J. She and I lost touch over the years but I finally ran into her again a couple of years ago. She's married and has a couple of kids and seems to be doing really well. The guy, M, moved away from the town I was living in and moved about an hour away from here. When I was younger he was engaged to my mom's friend and worked with my dad as a cop and then all I remember was not seeing him around anymore. What I would find out years later is that he raped my mom's friend that he was engaged to and/ or her friend. I'm not really sure what happened there but I do know that he raped someone and lost his job at the police dept. I don't think charges were ever pressed against him but yet I was too young to remember all of the details and it's something that you just don't bring up in everyday conversation. Another thing I would find out later is that he molested his own daughter, my friend J. I'm not sure when or for how long. I don't know the extent of it, all I know is that it's WRONG! What kind of sick fucker does that to his own kid? A poor precious little girl? Apparently what I would eventually find out is that I believe she confronted him and had many rough years. If I remember correctly she was institutionalized for a time. The sad thing is that many people do not know these things about him. Do I care that he's dead? No not really. It doesn't effect my life. The fucker can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned. I only hope that the people that he has hurt throughout his life may get some peace as a result of his death. I've thought about contacting J since hearing the news but I'm not sure if it's appropriate since I'm not sure what the status of their relationship was. She is listed in his obit, yet I'm torn as to what to do. I figure maybe I'll just go and pay my respects to his family. His mom certainly is a precious woman. She just lost her second husband a year or so ago.
Radio guy called last night. He actually text'd me yesterday morning early, must have just opened his eyes and thought about me! HA HA HA! He was hung over after partying all day long before, during and after the Packer game. I'm glad that he had a good time. He's off for like 10 days so he's happier than a pig in shit right now to be able to do what he'd like to do. Anyway, so he called last night and I decided to pick his brain. I admitted to him that the way he acted towards me when I first go there on Sat really bothered me. He was very cold towards me and I'm not used to that. This is someone that I'd just seen 2 weeks ago, was mildly intimate with and he's treating me like a friend. WTF!? Ok so whatever. His attitude really didn't get any better during the hockey game and I'd actually really considered leaving and staying w/ my mom and ML at the hotel. I think I wrote about all of this yesterday. Anyway, he apoligized and said that he didn't mean to act like that or make me feel the way that I did. After much thinking I realized that he must have been majorly hurt and he's scared to death. Let's face it, the majority of us have been there at one point or another. He finally admitted that to me and I told him that I understood he was in the "I like her but don't want to stage". I also told him that life is all about chances and if we don't them, then what kind of life are we living? Blah blah blah. I picked his brain and made him understand that I do know and understand where he is coming from and what he's thinking. He asked me how much he owed me for his session. Maybe he needed it? Who knows!?
Today was a day from hell. Pure hell! I woke up to my sister calling around 130a. Her year old daughter has the flu and was ralphing all over the place and she was panicking. In my hazy stage I tried talking sense into her and taking her to the Dr/ER was not going to do much good. I called her this morning and Ava is now good but Kelley got her flu! Ha! Isn't that always how it happens? About a half hour after I hung up w/ her last night, Yoshi started puking his guts out all over again. Poor little guy. He'd been eating so I thought he was feeling a bit better. Guess not. That went on every hour from 130-2am till I woke up to go to work. Ya, roughly 7am. Nice. He puked a few times after I got up for work. I'm telling you, I'm not used to getting 2 people ready in the am anymore! But I did it! I was in the kitchen at one point in time and trying to hurry. Well, I'd just plugged in my brand new cell phone and tripped over the cord. Yes I bent it. How in the hell do you bend a freaking flip phone!? I dont know but somehow I managed to dot it! It still works so I can't complain there I guess. Stopped home for lunch and to check on Yoshi and he was lathargic. He came up to me and I held him but then he backed himself into a corner and let out a moan. I felt so bad for the little guy. He then proceeded to puke his guts out again. After all was said and done I picked him up and gently flipped him on his back and rubbed his belly. He didn't even attempt to bite me so I knew it was time to bring him into the vet. I know what his problem is--- he's obsessed w/ eating the fake needles on the tree (which came down Sunday shortly after I got home). Anyway, brought him in and he's still there. He was dehydrated so they had to pump him full of fluids and then do x-rays, which didn't show much of anything. She siad that he has feces and food in him so they gave him a bit of mineral oil to try getting that stuff to slide on outta there, which hopefully will make room for the suspected fake tree needles to come out afterwards. If not, they'll have to do surgery and remove it from his intestine. Hopefully the mineral oil does the trick and she wont' need to surgically remove anything. I'll call and check on him in the morning. Hopefully he's resting nicely down there. S is quite upset.
Opened up the local newspaper online while I was at work today and saw that a woman that I'd gone to training with at the first airline passed away shortly before NY's in Denver. Shocker! She was only 52, although we all knew she liked to drink. Her obit said in lieu of flowers to donate to the American Heart Assn so I'm assuming heart disease? Either way it's kind of sad and I thought it was unexpected. I emailed the people that I was still in touch w/ from that airline in case they didn't know. Also left my condolences.
Speaking of airlines, did I write last night that D's airline is closing it's doors? The last flight is on Thursday. I forsee doling out a lot of money that I don't have for plane tickets to get S back and forth and also for driving to Chicago and back. AUGH! WHAT ELSE!? What a mess. More on that later I'm sure!
Time for bed. I can't keep my peepers open.
