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It been a while. I know, thanks for the reminder. It has been one hell of a couple of days. I am glad this week/end is over. Time is not moving fast enough. I feel somber, don’t know xatcly why, its just been on of those half weeks. One of those when everything is so put into perspective that you think things can happen so fast, and if you don’t watch, you could miss them. And so this begins the unventing…

So I was on my way home thurday after work, when my dad called me. He told me that I needed to get to Del Rio stat, cause there was an emergency. I was like what happend, he was just come on over, I will xplain when you get there. If there is one thing that I hate, it is when people call and tell you to come over cause it is an emergency, or when they tell you call me back, its an emergency. Damn it, just tell me what the problem is, and don’t let me drive myself up the wall for five minutes, till I call you just to tell me your emergency, which isn’t really one, yet you thought the worste, and took three years off your life. So i am doing about 80 trying to get to the hospital, than God for the radar detector, almost got popped once. I get there, and my mom and dad are there, and they tell me that my grandma got checked in, cause they thought she was having a heart attack. I went in to see her, and man, I hated the view. The tubes all over the place, the IV’s the respirator and the steady beeping of your heart. Man, it was just to much. I was in fear..that the beeping was going to stop. I couldn’t stand it. So I left. I told my parents, that I could not be there, that it was not a place for me to see her like that. They said ok, well go home, and we will let you know if anything happens. I drove home, thinking about life and everything else in general. How you can see someone one day, and the next they could be there in the hospital bed. I got home, and had to have a drink. I felt so depressed. Later on that night, my dad called, and said everything was fine. That they were going to keep her overnight, but to make sure everything was good. Think I passed out and went to bed.

I show up to work friday, and evertthing was peachy. It was not too busy of a day, but it was hetic. People wanted stuff that the boss had told them he would have, and that I had no idea what they were. Basicly a cluster f8ck. I went thru the day dodging bullet after bullet. But I knew eventually it would catch up to me. It was just a matter of time. I think my stress level went up a couple of points on friday, but I managed to make it thru. It was all good. LoL. Or so I thought. (Refill Time) My dad called me that moring, and told me my grandma had basicly just gotten over heated, and that is why she had to go to the hospital. She was out side in the garden, and it was like 98 99 on thursday, and bascily the heat got to her. He said all the test came out fine, and that everything was good. They just told her to stay inside when it was to damn hot. So that finished off my day…

I showed up to work on Saturday, and Myspace was already there. I got off the truck with a big bottle of water, and he had a PowerAid. I still laugh, cause he said mmm guess we both had that kinda night huh. I was like chief you hung over, he was like na, I am good. We went thru the whole morning thing and everything looked nice. Till I got my first customer, and the freaking credit card machine didn’t wanna work. I was like no, no this isn’t happening. So I have three people in line, and they all were going to pay with a credit card. So I call the 800 number, and i am like ok, lets see how long this is going to take. Three minutes later, and an english speaking assistant, I had it fixed. And so the day went on. I have always been a helful person, I have always tried to give people my point of view, when it comes to them fixing something. But saturday, I had one of those persons, who just didn’t want to get helped. He was plumbing, and I tried to show him how I would do it. He was like no, you just want to sell me stuff I don’t need. I was like alright sir, that is fine. If you have a problem trying to find an item, here is Myspace, ask him and he will show you where it is. So I left Myspace with him, and went to the back. Had to take care of a couple of txt messages. About five minutes later, the man finally walked up to the counter with a few parts. Parts that I knew didn’t go together and that there was no way you could use them to make something. Did I tell him, oh hell no. Didn’t want him to jump on me. So I sold him what he wanted and off he went. About 30 minutes later, I saw him show up and I told Myspace, dude he is all yours. I was walking to the back, then I heard the man say, mmm xcuse me, can you help me out here. I think I got the wrong parts, and I don’t know what I need. I felt like telling him, well sir I would but you might complain that i am selling you more parts than you need, and I surely don’t wanna do that.So I walked up to him, smiled and said sure sir, lets go over this again. I loved the xpression on his face. I loved the fact he didn’t have a damn thing to say…I loved that I got him for about 20 bucks worth of plumbing parts, and I loved that he needed every single one of them…

Five rolled around, and we shut the shop down. I had to go over to Johns house and work on his drive way. By that time, it was about 103 or something like that. The sun was setting, but it was still hot. So I am over there like a dumbass in the heat, working on the cracks on his drive way. I didn’t finish, cause I was starting to laugh at myself. I kept thinking about the txt messages that I had gotten thru the day, and they just made me laugh. Why, I don’t know, guess it was the thought that I could be over there instead of over here sweating. I don’t know. So I almost finished, but decided to leave. I went and picked up a six. Nothing like a good beer to hydrate ya. Or dehyrdrate ya. Either or, I called D. We talked for a little while. So much was left unsaid, but that is the way the cards fall. I went home, and that was that….Yeah just like that…it was over..