5.11.05 Lost and Found

Monday, I had it together; Tuesday, I had it together; Today, I lost it somewhere in between the argument with my mother and the dishwasher breaking. To top it all off, I have a huge pimple on the tip, tippity top of my nose. It looks like a volcano about to erupt with a dalop of whipped cream on top. I popped it when I got home. It hurt so bad it made me leak tears. Ugh.

The week started off ok, work was busy which makes the nights go faster. Always a plus. Mom came to work on Monday morning and things were good, until the man showed up. His name is Gary. But, not the Gary that she had previously dated. This Gary, her and I had met just once before. He was in the shop for some new tires for his truck. Ok, fine. No problem. But the drawback was, he smelled. Obviously hadn't showered in a few days. Quite rank, to tell the truth. This happens often with Truck Drivers. I understand that. I know that they aren't making money unless they are rollin' down the road. But, come on! If I can smell you on the other side of the counter; you need to shower! This man is pushy. Chatty. And generally a pain in the ass. I usually hate generalizations, generally, but that is the best way I can describe him.

At least this time he had the smarts to take a shower first. He's hittin' on Mom, which is not a new thing to me; she's a pretty lady, single, and she works in a shop around a whole bunch of men. No big deal. But then, he tries to engague me in conversation by asking me: "So, is your husband still in love with you?"

What the fuck?!!! What kind of person asks you that question when you barely know them? I can understand: 'What's your husband like? What's he do for a livin'? How long you been married? What movies do ya like? Are you interested in books? What are your hobbies?' But, to come right out and ask if my husband was still in love with me! How incredibly rude! I thought: ok, who the fuck is this guy! What gives him the right to ask about my personal life without even knowing me!

So, I just raise my eyebrows at him and say: None of your business thanks very much, and I'd appreciate you not asking again.

He was a bit stunned, as if he hadn't expected me to get pissy at him for such a simple yes or no question. But, I couldn't help myself. There was just something about him that ticked me off. He gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't want him knowing about my personal life, it was none of his business.

Plus, the man had like "C" cup man-boobs, and not 'flabby man boobs'. . . . these things were like 19 year old perky girl - gravity defying - man boobs. Totally unnatural. It was weird and he was creepy. I didn't like him. Plus, I hated being jealous of his perfectly proportioned boobs. It's just wrong to be jealous of man-boobs. Wrong.

So, I am running around getting my things together to go home and Mom and Gary are just chatting up a storm. I didn't understand how she could feel comfortable around him. (Shudders) Ick. Anyway, as I am leaving I get this vibe from him. He looks at me, and the look so says: You know, you could so be on the side of the highway dead right now. I look at Mom and hightail it out of there.

I come back to work on Tuesday. It was a good day. Until Mom comes to work that morning. She had dinner Monday night with Creepy Perky-Man Boobs Gary. I shrugged it off, and made fun of him. I pointed out his crazy big perky man boobs to her. I said they were unnatural. I laughed as I made a crack about her finding her death by smothering-hairy-man-boobs. It was funny, she was laughing so hard she had to pee. It was an okay time, but really I was peeved that she would leave Grandma home for an evening when she spent the time and money last weekend to pick her up. But, again I shrugged it off. I kinda felt bad about making fun of him. I am not normally that way. I mean what if he had testicular cancer and took hormones? That could cause an unnatural growth of his boobs. Still....

Then, Gary showed up again Tuesday morning to talk with Mom. Totally creepy bad vibes again. Ugh. I so don't like this guy.

Wednesday I go to work. Mom's phone boyfriend who lives in Arizona calls. He asks me where she's been as he hadn't heard from her in a couple days. He is worried. Has she found a boyfriend, he asks. Has she been out with someone?

I lie.

I say I don't know.

I hated that. Especially since I don't even like this New Creepy Gary. But, I don't know if Mom wants Bill to know that she went out with someone else. She hadn't yet cleared it with me. If she wanted me to lie for her, I would, in a heartbeat. But, I just didn't know. So, I lied.

Mom calls me at 4 a.m. Turns out she had spoken to Bill before talking to me. (I had told her he called) She says she told him everything. I felt doubly bad for lying. I mean, Bill is a nice guy. I felt rotten; I lied and didn't even need too. Grrr.

Mom continues to talk. Her and Gary went out again Tuesday night. (Yes, she left Gram home alone again!) I was pissed. Livid. Lit.

I ask if she asked about his boobs. She did.

They are implants.

Yes. Implants.

Mom said he wanted to get into touch more with his femine side.

Oh My God. Plant flowers, knit, cross-stitch. Don't get implants!

Turns out he is bi-sexual. Ok. That's fine. I am a normally open minded person. I know this really great guy, he is gay. I have no problem with that. But, implants! Even on some other guy, I don't think it would bother me, but he seemed so unbalanced. Off his rocker. Crazy.

Mom thinks he is a nice and very intelligent man. Ok, well geniuses can be mass murders too!

So, I'm mad at Mom. For leaving Gram home alone two nights in a row and for making me worry about her. He could be crazy. She doesn't know him! Ughhhhh!

Then I get home and the dishwasher broke.

Then I popped my pimple and cried on John's shoulder.

Well, I'm gonna have supper now.

Caio