Just Do it. It does not matter how you do it. It is something I need to learn. Something I was shown, although unbeknown to my teacher. It is something I need to practice. It means letting go; I have a hard time with that.
She is evil. The tempest in the tea pot. She stirs up trouble just for the "what if ". I find her quite amazing, indescribably complicated and 100% enjoyable.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Monterrey
The day starts the same. I wake at 8:00, check the email from. Work was quiet over the holiday, no emails from China. Then I notice they have been blowing up my phone since 7:00 am. All hell is breaking loose--again. Documents need to be signed unfortunately I am leaving for Mexico in a few hours and will be gone for several days on a business trip I don't expect to be worth the cost.
The ex starts texting me next. Max was with me this weekend. He had a fever and complained about a sore throat. I gave him medicines and watched him but apparently I am a bad father because I didn't rush him off to the urgent care. She accused me of being to bus with #1's child to take care of my own. I told her she doesn't know what the f**k she is talking about.
So I go to the grocery store to pick up some last minute items for me trip. As I am getting back into my car, the ex's twenty-one year old boyfriend is storming over toward me accusing me of gods knows what. As if MY kids are his? As if he even has kids? I shut the door in his face. I get a text later from the ex saying I need to grow up and I am being defensive? I don't get it.
So I get back home. #1 is trying to get out the door. She needs to take her son to his dad's and is running late. She asks me to start her car. I do. I make sure the doors are unlocked. Then she ask me to put some boxes into her car. I do that too. When I shut the door the car locks. She doesn't have a spare. She panics. We start yelling at each other. she is pointing fingers at me. I am blaming it all on the car. $55 and 45 minutes later a tow company opens the door.
By now I am running later then I'd like. I head off for the airport, speeding through a thick snow fall. I make it in decent time, or so I thought. They make me check my duffle bag. I try to convince them I can squeeze it smaller. The stewardess isn't buying it. I don't have time to argue the point so I hand over the bag.
Four hours later and a half hour behind schedule I arrive in Monterrey Mexico. My bag doesn't. I am in a foreign country with the clothes on my back and my computer. I am told my bag will arrive Wednesday, the same day I will be leaving--great. So at 10:30 at night I am running around the Mexican equivalent of Wal-Mart picking up deodorant, underwear, shirts and socks. When I get to the checkout I have exactly the right amount of pacso 583-- twenty three of it in change.
And my trip has just begun- it gets worse.
The ex starts texting me next. Max was with me this weekend. He had a fever and complained about a sore throat. I gave him medicines and watched him but apparently I am a bad father because I didn't rush him off to the urgent care. She accused me of being to bus with #1's child to take care of my own. I told her she doesn't know what the f**k she is talking about.
So I go to the grocery store to pick up some last minute items for me trip. As I am getting back into my car, the ex's twenty-one year old boyfriend is storming over toward me accusing me of gods knows what. As if MY kids are his? As if he even has kids? I shut the door in his face. I get a text later from the ex saying I need to grow up and I am being defensive? I don't get it.
So I get back home. #1 is trying to get out the door. She needs to take her son to his dad's and is running late. She asks me to start her car. I do. I make sure the doors are unlocked. Then she ask me to put some boxes into her car. I do that too. When I shut the door the car locks. She doesn't have a spare. She panics. We start yelling at each other. she is pointing fingers at me. I am blaming it all on the car. $55 and 45 minutes later a tow company opens the door.
By now I am running later then I'd like. I head off for the airport, speeding through a thick snow fall. I make it in decent time, or so I thought. They make me check my duffle bag. I try to convince them I can squeeze it smaller. The stewardess isn't buying it. I don't have time to argue the point so I hand over the bag.
Four hours later and a half hour behind schedule I arrive in Monterrey Mexico. My bag doesn't. I am in a foreign country with the clothes on my back and my computer. I am told my bag will arrive Wednesday, the same day I will be leaving--great. So at 10:30 at night I am running around the Mexican equivalent of Wal-Mart picking up deodorant, underwear, shirts and socks. When I get to the checkout I have exactly the right amount of pacso 583-- twenty three of it in change.
And my trip has just begun- it gets worse.
December 2
Some times a day can loose it's significance but it's importance should never be totally forgotten.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my doors always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window
Knock on my door
I wanna make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
She will be Loved, Maroon 5
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my doors always open
You can come anytime you want
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window
Knock on my door
I wanna make you feel beautiful
I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
She will be Loved, Maroon 5
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