Not there just yet – another update

 

My Mikey, I love you

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I’m in the building behind Nanny’s.  We don’t have OUR phone yet, but, unbeknownst to Nanny, I rigged HER line out to the building, so we can have some internet access and/or place a 911 call, should the unfortunate occasion arise.

The last few days have been wildly chaotic.  Let me try to describe our life since Monday, September 11, 2006.

Monday :

This is day we’re supposed to be OUT, with a capital of each letter in the spelling.  It so happens that Mikey has sprung something in his back while climbing in and out of the building behind Nanny’s.    I’m surprised Nanny didn’t latch on to the fact that I had to move things by myself.  Lucky for us, eh?

So we get all the big stuff out.  It wasn’t easy, but I managed, due to the generosity of my mother’s lending us her Suburban.  That helped more than she could know.

I called the phone company, and they SAID the phone would be on Wednesday.  See Wednesday’s account.

Needless to say, I was tempermental, hot, sweaty, and LITERALLY stinky by the end of the day.  We cleaned up at the place we were vacating, and we stayed the night there.  One last hurrah, I guess.  Bomber stayed there that night.

Tuesday :

I borrowed the Suburban again.  When I went to get it, I said to Mama, in front of her class, "Keys, please".  They looked at us, kinda weird-like.  Mama asked them, "Don’t you wish YOU could get the keys to your parents’ cars that easily?"

I told them I was 31 and we’d see how their luck ran when they past 30.  I also acted like I goofed by mentioning my age….I gave away that their teacher (and, to them, her SON) were "old people".

Wednesday :

Nanny was not friendly this day.  she had been fairly nice the day before.  This time, she was in her "I have to be angry about SOMETHING, so I’ll just make it up" mode.  This didn’t sit well with me, because we’re almost roomies with her, really.

She said she was mad at me for calling her a bitch and then calling MH and asking her to ask Nanny for a place for Mikey and me to live!  This was not so.  What I had said to Nanny was that "Laurie and I are dead to you, and you can work out your own bullshit with Mary Helen!"  and hung up on her.

When Mama was appraised of the "bitch" comment Nanny made, Mama said, "She’s gonna hold it against you NOW that you said that, what, two YEARS AGO?!!!!"  I laughed.  I could neither confirm nor deny calling her a bitch, but Mikey says I didn’t.

The phone was not on by noon, as promised by good ole AT&T, so I called back.  They had called when they encountered a problem.  Nanny screamed at them to "Stop calling, you stupid!"

Well…..so they rescheduled us for Friday.  Or so they said.  See Friday’s account.

Mikey cooked a pasta salad for dinner, and Nanny enjoyed it, even after an oddball day like it was.

Thursday :

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>This day, I kept busy while Mikey did laundry….almost all of it, as a matter of fact .  Nanny and Mikey hung out, and they found that they could actually enjoy each others’ company!  Nanny posed a question about Laura Bush that Mikey found intriguing, and that started a day of laughing and chit-chatting.

This was the day we discovered that Alenna had changed the locks on the house.  That didn’t stop me!  I climbed in a window!!!  Well, I almost couldn’t, because I’m too fat and the window is so high off the ground, but anger propelled me.  We gathered a bunch of things in a hurry and left.

Oh, and I forgot to mention……MH’s plumbing was stopped up in her kitchen, so Nanny sent her another $100, via ME!!!!!

Oh well.  I’m through begrudging the whole sister-saint-brother-shit thing.

That leads us up to Friday.

Friday :

I went somewhere, and I discovered that someone (probably Alenna’s sister, Rhea) had kindly bagged up our clothes that were left behind and set them on the front porch.  I wish I could’ve seen Alenna’s face when she found our porn stash!!!!  It was by the curb, so I KNOW someone looked through it.  LOL

I got two pairs of shoes, my fagg-boots, and a few clothing items…oh, and both jackets, for when it gets cooler.

Then I came home.  It was another day that the wet dynamite didn’t explode, thank God.  That’s a Mama-ism for Nanny.  She’s like wet dynamite….you never know if it will be ok or go kapowee.

Today :

Today was mostly lazy, I guess.  I rigged Nanny’s phone line up in the building (goddamnit, y’all’ve almost gotten me to call it a shed!).  Nanny also bought us a carton of cigarettes, which helped ease SOME of the tension we’ve been feeling.

I’ve been a pissy little bitch lately, and I am truly sorry for submitting Mikey to all that I have.  I hope he knows how much I love him.

That’s about all.  If you have questions or comments, post them!

Love to all,

Jack