Being right is so wrong!



I hung up the phone a mere 20 minutes ago. Blue Eyes called to fill me in on what's going on. I can't go into detail, but it has nothing to do with me. He did need my advice on something big that is taking place in his life. There isn't a new femme fatale beckoning; nor has he reduced his threats of showing up on my doorstep one day. Keep in mind that he's dared to do that for 6 years.

What he needed from me was to speak parent to parent. He trusts me and I think I managed to calm him down. I did let him know I was a little disappointed that it wasn't more about me. He laughed and a comment about Redi-whip was made. PURE TORTURE! It's all par for the course with us. Old habits die hard.



Tomorrow we celebrate or observe President's Day. My son is off school; and, for the first time in a long time, I am off work! Not that I don't get normal days off, but I'm off on a special No School day. Yippee!! What is on the agenda? Well, we will most likely shop a little. He has money burning a hole in his pocket. Target, Wal-Mart and Best Buy will most likely be our destinations of choice. I'd like to go see a movie at the theater. Matinee prices are so kind to my pocketbook. "Yes, I'll take extra butter ... and a large Diet Coke, please."

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2008 at 2:35 AM

    LOVE the new look.
    Like the BE news. (Like, don't love it. I assume he was not referring to whip-its but something far more fun).
    Hope you have a great day off with Man-Cub. :)
    I, myself, would pay someone to send me to work. LOL... There is always hope dangling out there like some proverbial carrot, isn't there?

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  2. MarissaFebruary 18, 2008 at 8:48 AM

    Muchas gracias mi amiga! I hope that's right. I don't speak Spanish.

    Yeah, BE is just odd, but there is something nice about being trusted. I think I'll always be some part of his life--even if it's not the portion I really desire.

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