Two years.

I feel like poo

and really don't feel like posting, but there are a couple of things of importance that I would like to address.
First, Stand Up To Cancer is on this evening, on all three major networks at 7:00 pm CT. I urge you to watch it, and to donate if you can.
Second, BTHO Melanoma is on Sunday the 14th from 10:30-3:30. I BEG you to attend. There are a lot of great items in the silent auction, there will be GREAT BBQ, lots of stuff for the kids to do, and skin cancer screenings (in a nice, private, air conditioned tent. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE try to join us. It would mean a lot to me!

The view.

This is what I saw when I heard, "He's dead."

I was driving home from a weekend in Dallas, a great weekend actually. That greatness came to an abrupt, screeching halt.

I went up to the Fort Worth area this past weekend, but I went up 6 to 35 to get there, so Sunday was the first time I'd been in that spot in almost two years.

It was weird. I was anxious about it the whole day, and distracted. Which isn't a good thing while driving 75 down the interstate. I couldn't remember exactly where I was, but I knew it was after Centerville (that's my DQ stop) because I had stopped there to let Chelsea go potty and to get a frosty treat. That frosty treat was later thrown away. I remembered that I pulled over at a weigh station right after Krystal said those words. So, once I went through Centerville and saw the "All trucks next right if lights flashing" I knew that was it.

I wasn't really prepared for what I felt, and how it hit me. After talking to someone who has become a TERRIFIC friend, I think she nailed it. This time, I knew the truth-there was no doubt that he was dead. If you remember, my phone died shortly after I talked to Krystal so it didn't really SINK in. I didn't REALLY believe it until I got home, plugged my phone in and the voice mails and text messages started piling up from everyone trying to get a hold of me. And then I saw the box of "us" sitting on the table. I'd gotten it down out of the closet to get out the bottle of perfume he'd given me for Valentine's day.

It's so strange the details I remember. I have always been very detail oriented, and remember the strangest, seemingly minute details, but it's even worse when it comes to him.

Right now, I just don't care.

About anything, really.

*Edited*
Because what's the point?

And one time, we danced.

I don't know why this memory has been in my head so prominently the last few days...

I met them at a little restaurant for dinner on my way into town one Friday evening. We had a great meal, and his mom and grandmother headed back to the house. We were headed back to the house too, but made a stop at Coushatta. (I HATE gambling and think it's the biggest waste of money, but I really wanted a drink!) We walked around a bit, him showing me the stuff he worked on while working on the construction projects they did there. Then we made our way to the Miko Room where there is pretty much always live music. They had a nice sized dance floor so we took to it and while the dance floor was pretty crowded, it was like we were the only two people out there.

Google Reader

Mine's all jacked up. Anyone else's messed up?
And it won't let me manage my subscriptions.

Ick.

I didn't think that picture of Cowboy and me would be so HUGE when you click on it. THANK YOU Lupron Depot and Ovral 28 for the acne and the brown spots all over my face!

Ugh.

Chin up, Buttercup, or why one is the loneliest number.

I'm feeling really lonely lately. Usually, I love my alone time, but over the last few weeks I've come to dread it. Last week I invited my friend, we'll call him Cowboy, over for dinner. I've known him for a few years but I hadn't seen him in who knows how long. It's weird, though. No matter how much time passes, it's never uncomfortable with him. He's probably one of the nicest guys I know. The only problem is that he works too hard, and that IS a problem! He's a firefighter in his "real" job, but he works horses and cattle on the side. But "on the side" for him, means pretty much every minute he's not at the fire station.

Dr. Boy is still texting. I haven't seen him in a few weeks, but that's not for lack of him trying.

I've been thinking about how different these two guys are. Take a look:












Strange.

Guess I shoulda updated sooner...

Yes, my A/C is fixed. Has been since last Tuesday at 10:00 am. I really do miss those Texas Belgian waffles, though.

It's strange to me that the comments I received were about the A/C, and not about my mom... Maybe that just goes to show that people "GET" how damn hot it is down here?

La Quinta is Spanish for...

I surrender to my house that is currently without A/C.

So I left town Friday evening for a little trip to College Station. My first trip out of town alone since, well, since I can't even remember when, but it's been MONTHS. I got a call Saturday afternoon that my mother had broken her ankle. There was just no way I could get back home Saturday so my sister ended up coming in from LA to stay with her Saturday night.

I got up first thing Sunday morning to head home so sister could get home and get ready for the week. I cleaned house a bit-it was a mess because my intention all week was to clean when I got back from CoSta, and I took mom to the hair shop to have her hair shampooed while I went to her boat to get her some clothes and essentials (my mom lives aboard her boat, for those of you not in the know, which is why it's necessary for her to stay at my house). We got back to my house and I kept getting hotter and hotter and kept checking the thermostat. I kept asking her if she was hot and she kept saying she was fine. When the thermostat read 84* she wasn't fine anymore. I turned the unit off thinking that maybe it had frozen up (it shouldn't have because I wasn't working it that hard but that's usually the first thing a repair company suggests). Well, it got up to 86* and that's when she told me to find a hotel and we'd sneak the dogs in. Chelsea was not doing very well with the heat so leaving them at the house was not an option. Most La Quinta's are pet friendly, and thank goodness the one around the corner from me is so we moved on over there. I've never been so thankful to have air conditioning in my life!

The repair company can't come out until tomorrow but I gave them the sob story of my crippled mom and geriatric dog and she moved me to the top of the schedule for tomorrow morning. Hopefully it's nothing major, but I do have a home warranty so it shouldn't cost me more than $75.

It's been a rough couple of days and I am exhausted and just want to sleep in my bed!