Last night I shut off the ringer on my cell, because Brian had called several times to say that he was/was not on his way home from having drinks/darts with his cohorts. Either way, i was in a snit about him not coming home. And not because he was out having a good time, because he deserves to go out whenever he wants, and he works damn hard to take exquisite care of me and mine. It doesn't matter what they are doing or why as much as it unnerves the insecure part of me that worries that he just doesn't want to come home, for whichever of the myriad of reasons i contrive in my head.
as luck would have it, he and his friends get into a kind of freak accident and nearly kill my husband in the process. and as he is utterly losing his shit, i am on the couch mentally pouting and wondering when the hell he is coming home, not knowing that i am missing a slew of phone calls from him as he just escaped death. now, as i see it, and he'd surely agree, out of the three of "them" the friends, we have the healthiest relationship, and we are married with child as opposed to the others who are dating, and more than likely are not planning on embarking on a life-long commitment with their short term lady-friends. i was relieved to not be going on the ski trip to Utah with them because the others seem like a frank pain in my proverbial ass. but in one evening, i lost my rank in the hen house because i, didn't answer my phone. Adele dumped Rob that evening, but the bitch at least picked up the phone when it rang. tsssss.....
there's no controlling things to a certain extent, like accidents, but you can control many. Like being there when the one person you can count on also needs you. and whether they are on your shit list or not, i'd rather be angry than sorry. to think that i kissed, dated and even bore a child to so many frogs before i got my prince is one thing. to think that i'd take it for granted is for shame. so chuck one up to me tonight, when i realize not only that i am lucky to have him, but that i am lucky to have him in every moment, and there is no telling how long that could be for, or why.
if i could have just one crummy wish from this world, it would be to live as long as possible in it with those i love. and to be the bigger person (just not the biggest on the beach.) -
10 comments:
my bloody valentine is one of my favorite bands.
lord f
tis good listening. we should swap some discs.
The Wifery
what's this, three posts and a near brush with death once removed and you no longer blog?
pffft.
lord f
oh,no. i am having a household crisis. it involves new furniture, a lack of time, and a missed dose of meds. growwll.
i feel no wit today, but i'm working on it. I'm having a meeting with Stuart Smalley at noon.....
because you're good enough, and you're smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like you. except that i seem to be the only fake internet friend you have. so, stuart needs the following correction: person likes you.
btw: i spelled my bloody valentine without the "y" on my profile. i'm so fudging cool, it hurts.
hugs and mittens,
lord f
trying to be back on the upswing today, but i am swamped with the Wifery Project. I think that "they" are in cohoots against me..... and i'm curious to see what's left of me after my workout this a.m.
Third Swan to the Wifery
mogwai, i said. myspace mail isn't working. have you heard of them?
ahhhh, you're lacey.
so, myspace meets the blogosphere. again.
my theory is that when such things happen, it should be shown on creature double feature. on saturday. at noon. like when we (or at least i) were kids.
welcome to the sphere. keep it up.
oh, and, i hate mogwai: they always have and always will suck. you should check out schooner, though.
lord f
oh, attacking from every possible angle this morning, are we?? sheesh, you moody holics should have a caffeine drip in your arm for such dewy mornings.
Mogs are good for me, but i'll check out Schooner for good measure.
y'know, i remember the saturday morning lineup being the Tarzan cartoon, followed by the WWF ( and the heyday of the Von Erichs) and THEN Creature Double Feature. I loved the monster that lookes like a clothes iron with wings.
And lastly, do you prefer that there be no connection betwixt the myspace world and the bloggery? i just figured since you tagged your username for blog on myspace that it was open season for your deep thoughts.- Jack Handy
it's always open season for my deep thoughts.
incidentally, the blog came first and i hate myspace.
lord f
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