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Bingo!
I become obsessed with certain Facebook games – give them lots of attention, hours of my precious (ha!) time and then – like a flighty harlot, I tire of them and move on.
I haven’t visited my Farm in a couple of years – my Cafe has been left to serve the hungry without me and my City … pffft … don’t get me started on that. I ran out of room and then there were so many challenges!
Became quite the poker pro, achieving level 80 something … Excelled at Yacht! Farkle and Words with friends.
Then I found the Game Show Network app. Oh yeeeeees. I live 10 minutes, 15 tops, from a casino. But I could sit home and play Wheel of Fortune for free?!?
Oh the thrill of free bonus spins! ^_^ The glee of spinning the wheel!
That managed to tide me over for a couple of months. Then they announced (drum roll please) drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ….
“Let’s play Bingo!” Says my beachy friend. (My son commented that he was a little feminine – I countered with ‘beachy.’ Needless to say when my ‘beachy’ friend announces ‘bonus ball!’ my son cracks up from the couch).
I’ve never played Bingo in an actual Bingo setting. But it’s SO addictive! Can’t stop.
I played this morning and when 10 balls in a row rolled out that were not on my card (seriously, what ARE the odds of NOT having 10 numbers in a row?!?) I felt my nerves fray – WTF?
There is a pamphlet that anyone who lives near a casino or who has visited a casino (or, a casino ATM) has probably seen:
I couldn’t help but think of that little pamphlet. But it feels SO amazing when I get to mouse my little dauber over to a number I have!
My son is going to be spending the night out tonight – I’ll be alone with Facebook. I’m not even going to pretend I can go a night without Bingo.
My beachy friend and I have plans.
Tangent to a headline
Headline News – breaking story!
Teen arrives at school in an Assassins trench coat, blatant disregard for the districts dress code! But there’s more – his plans for the weekend? To attend an ADULT party!!
That’s the spin Nancy Grace would probably put on my sons morning. Bonkers.
Woke up late again this morning, which meant I got to drive Nic to school.
My mother splurged on him this Christmas and bought him a coat from the video game ‘Assassins Creed’. It had to be tailor-made and didn’t arrive until yesterday (Thursday).
Nic could barely contain his excitement. Putting said coat on, taking it off, putting it on, zipping it in different ways. Removing hood – putting hood back on. LOL! It was fun to watch him so happy about something.
His school does have a dress code. Today was ‘Spirit Day’ though – they could deviate a little from the patrolled path with school colors – none of which are white and blue. I told him ‘you get busted for that, you take your knocks. You know you’re breaking the rules’.
It is a really flip
ping cool coat. Check it out.
This weekend a friend of his is also turning 19 and having a birthday party. Which, will probably consist of a video-game-a-thon. (Kids today – they just don’t know how to party, lol, but … that is a VERY good thing).
I’ve been reading a lot of ‘what you think is true really isn’t true – twist and turn’ novels lately. So – my mind tangently wandered to how someone with absolutely no knowledge of the facts could spin the mundane and cracked myself up.
Just reminds me to be sure to take everything I hear on sensational news channels with a grain of salt. Better yet, a salt lick.
“Where were his parents???” I can hear them saying.
She was home writing a blog about how bonkers the spin is that’s put on breaking news when so little is known fact. And when she’s not doing that, she’s working two jobs. LOL.
Probably they’d spin that to: “Working mom – teen son left unattended – kept company only by dozens of violent video games”.
Hey – now I think about it – Pac-Man was pretty intense. Ghosts – magic pills for speed – and eating the aggressors – ewwww!
The Stare
*Shudder* I awoke several times in the night and early morning to breathing, the sensation that something was watching me. Keenly picked up a thump, thump, thump in my foggy semi-consciousness.
She’s doing it again.
When she should be doing this:
She’s imitating this:
And during the day – even this:
By doing this at the side of my bed:
The thump, thump, thump is her tail.
I’ve given up getting out of bed and trying to let her out, because after a couple of weeks of this, it’s become very clear she does not want to go out.
She’s just perfecting her ‘Butters Stare’. It’s creepier than the Blair Stare or the Paranormal Stare because she’s waking my arse up doing it!
At least her tail is wagging.
My Taylor Swift moment
It’s been quite bonkers the past few days. Teddy Bonkers even.
Friday night brought the joy of electrical issues that weren’t resolved until Sunday afternoon. Last night I guess the cable got jealous and decided ‘Hey! We didn’t get to be the source of a problem!’ and shut down on me. Yet another day without internet, cable or phone. Bottom line – I haven’t had access to blog land reliably since Thursday.
Friday also brought about a friend from the past. In town unfortunately for unpleasant reasons. His mother had taken ill and was in the hospital. This friend of mine is also an ex of mine – and we’ve managed in our own weird way to stay friends in between saying ugly things to each other. We always seem to come around to an understanding that our lives are better with each other in them. I love him. He’s a good man.
This morning … a very odd happening indeed.
I woke up late (that’s twice in a row!) ended up driving my son to school as he missed the bus at his stop. Once I arrived at work (early – I’m always early to work, waking up late is not a deterrent) the front door opened and standing there was another ex.
Keep up now – this one is a fighter. Cage fighter/MMA. True to his hobby, he’s still fighting – and as I was to find out, still fighting for me.
Here’s where I get all Taylor Swifty. You’re in my life, you end up in a post. Anonymous of course.
“I came by because I was thinking of you”
“That would make sense”
We chatted a bit about Christmas, how things are going in general – upcoming fights. He was skirting around something … I could tell. And in all honesty, I didn’t want him to get to his point of being there.
My boss arrived and after saying ‘hi’ to my ex – he disappeared into the bowels of the building with the coffee carafe.
The point was then arrived at.
“I still love you, I thought I could get over you – but I don’t know why we can’t be together”.
Gulp.
“I don’t know what to say” I offered.
“I know”.
He started to leave and actually had tears in his eyes. I stood and gave him an awkward hug.
“We can talk about this another time” I heard myself saying.
“OK”.
What does it say about me that I can look into someones teary eyes as they tell me “I love you” and feel nothing. Nothing.
Had a fleeting thought that perhaps I have sociopathic tendencies, then decided, no.
Not one fiber of me has any interest in reviving that particular dead romantic horse.
I sat replaying the whole bizarre visit in my head. Then found myself getting pissed.
As romantic as his speech might have been in a movie – in reality, it doesn’t work that way. And speaking of work – I was AT WORK!
Who comes in to someones place of employment and assumes they have arrived at a rare moment in that persons day that they’re available for a chat?
I don’t work in a store, or a restaurant. I mean, I could see someone patronizing a business you work and waving, or even coming over to your counter or station and saying ‘hey!’ But … in an office – for a deep talk?
How selfish was it to come and bare his soul and leave? What if (and I wasn’t) but, what IF, I was affected emotionally by his monologue? Then I would have to sit all day, unable to focus on work that requires my concentration. Imagine dropping your child off at school – passing them their lunch box and saying: “Have a nice day – oh, and we’re putting the dog to sleep today”.
Then it dawned on me. And I could be wrong. But, maybe, just maybe he ran into my other ex. (It’s a small town). Maybe, just maybe he was wondering ‘why is he here? Is he here to see her?’ Then that’s more revolting to me. To come by and perhaps stake a claim or plant a seed in my head.
Guys are as bananas as girls ladies and gentleman.
I had jokingly put this up on my Facebook page:
Yeah … that’s me. But you know, I figured out enough about myself to know what is not healthy for me. For me, and for relationships period. And I ended my unhealthy ones. And just because I’m single, doesn’t mean I can’t see red flags just because they’re flying on someone elses flagpole.
Ironically, I took some time today to put hearts up in the office. (Valentines is just around the corner – according to every flipping store I’ve happened into). Hey – I’m not against love. Just don’t come into my bread and butter to declare it to me!
























