Friday, March 07, 2008

My (Not So) Redneck Past Is Nipping At My Heels

It's probably getting monotonous to read (and probably why my readership has dropped off precipitously), but it's monotonous for me, so I'm sharing the wealth. My brain is mush. I don't know if it's this interminable winter or if I need more happy pills or if this is just how I'm going to be for the rest of my life. It better not be the last or I will do myself in.



The dog situation has been reported to the landlady. And it's not a lab mix, it's a fucking Bull Mastiff. Do you know how big those dogs are? Fucking huge.

I was downstairs doing laundry yesterday and he (she?) was still down there, along with a massive pile of dog shit. The poor dog. He's tied up down there, too. It's just so sad. The landlady was very upset to hear about it - not only because of the floor damage but because she doesn't like the idea of having a dog and treating it that way. I'm thankful she thinks that way. Many landlords just wouldn't care.

That Canadian Boy I Married has started his new job and seems to like it, although he's even busier than he was before. It makes for some very lonely weeks. He's working until 7 every night, usually, and will be working most Saturdays, too. When he does finally get home, he crashes - which, by the way, can't possibly be normal. I mean, he gets up at 6:30, which is on the early side, but not the ass crack of dawn, by any means. And he's almost always asleep by 8 every night. That's a buttload of sleep. I don't understand how a guy his age (which is considerably younger than me) can be that tired all the time. It baffles me.

My mother was over yesterday. She is a demon knitter. She's made some adorable sweaters for my girls. Including this piece, which I love.

If the Bug would ever stop moving, I could get a better shot of it. It's adorable. It has matching socks. I can't even knit a straight line, so stuff like this impresses the hell out of me.

But this isn't about the sweater, even though it is too cute for words. It's about the knitting group she started at the library near her house. One of the women who joined is the mother of my high school boyfriend. Apparently she still has our junior prom picture hanging on her living room wall. I don't think I have a copy of my junior prom picture. It's a little weird knowing that my 16 year-old face is hanging on someone else's wall. It was also really, really strange to hear that Old Boyfriend's older brother was disappointed that Old Boyfriend and I didn't stay together. Apparently he really liked me and thought we would have been a great couple. Ummmm...ok. I don't even know what to say about that one. I was 16. We went out for a year or so and yes, he was a nice kid. But he was a kid. I was a kid. I can't even fathom marrying my high school boyfriend. I know people do it, I just can't imagine myself doing it.

There have been a rash of old boyfriend sightings and hearing abouts going on lately. It's kind of freaking me out. I literally ran into my old college boyfriend Dave one day, coming around the corner at a grocery store and bam, there he was. I stuttered and stammered and we talked for a few minutes and that was that. I was freaked out about that one for days. Dave was the one who got away and I still sometimes wonder "What if...?" about him. We had run into each other once before, when I was going thru my divorce in 1998. We stayed in touch and even hung out together a few times. I was kind of pining for him at the time, but he didn't seem interested, so I was content to stay just friends. When I met That Canadian Boy I Married, though, Dave got very upset with me and told me he didn't want to stay in touch any more because he couldn't stand to see me with someone else. Uh, ok. Maybe you could have said something earlier? *sigh* Men. Can't live with 'em, can't sell 'em for science experiments.

I think it's all the Old Boyfriend things that have me so bummed. I'm kind of feeling my age, I guess. And parts of my life haven't turned out the way I'd imagined they would when I was younger. I'm such a cliché.


elizasmom said...

The what-ifs are always emotionally fraught, aren't they? I hope spring cheers you up.

On the upside, yay for your landlady being on your (and the dog's) side. Hopefully that situation will be resolved to the benefit of the dog!

sandy shoes said...

Is TCBYM depressed? All that sleep, just made me wonder.

I go through these melancholy, reflective, Google-the-exes periods; times when I feel very lonely.

Spring is coming... warm sun might help.

So glad your landlady cares about that dog situation. Mistreated mastiff -- that's bad news waiting to happen.

motherbumper said...

I hear you on that ol' boyfriend thing - must be something in the air. Oh and ain't that true: "Men. Can't live with 'em, can't sell 'em for science experiments." - I know, I've tried.

Stomper Girl said...

I'm glad the dog situation is being looked at, good on you for reporting it.

Your mother's knitting is breath-taking!!

I never run into my ex's. I tried looking my favourite one up on facebook though.

(he wasn't on there though)

Angewl said...

Those dogs are huge and they do have huge piles of shit! ugh... that must be so disgusting.

that poor dog... it's horrible for any dog to live like that, but that's a bog dog that needs room to run. I hope the landlady does do something about it.

I was wondering about TCBYM and his health as well. Has he had a check up lately?

Your mother is so talented!

Joke said...

I buy sports cars. It keeps me from examining my life.


Velma said...

My old high school boyfriend found me on Facebook last fall, and I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about how my shallow interests will appear to him. Then I kick myself and think, "He dumped me and was a jerk to me and we haven't seen each other in 20 years - why do I CARE?!?!" Yaargh.

Anonymous said...

PLEASE report the dog situation to the local animal abuse authorities. Not only should the dog be released from the current unsafe and unsanitary situation, but the owner should be arrested for animal cruelty.

Your mother's knitting is AMAZING.

floreksa said...

That sweater is amazing. I've yet to finish anything more ambitious then a hat.

Oh, and I'm one of those high school marrying ones. LOL DH and I met & started dating my junior yr of High School.

That poor dog. And I agree, mastiff + those living conditions is a bomb waiting to go off.

MsPicketToYou said...

For almost twelve years I have spent one week of the summer with friends from HS -- 4 couples. Three were high school sweethearts, including me. Except our love affair came late in the game, so I still google my HS ex for shits and giggles and to see if he's as gay as I figure he must be. Only half-kidding about that.
I honestly RESENT trees this time year. Make a freaking leaf, damn you! It's the gloomiest time. So close and yet so far. Hang tough.