Bye Ron, I'll see you in a few days

Ron.

He used to be the maintenance manager at work. He was a crabby guy, in his very early 50's, divorced & bitter. I loved getting his goat, it was one of my favorite things to do. Throw him a wink, blow him a kiss.

Ron was sick, and decided to move to Winslow to get away from the awful heat of Phoenix. Winslow is a small town north of here. He transferred to the Flying J there.

I always saw him though, a few times a week. He came into town to see his doctors and stuff. He'd come in and drink coffee, always sitting in my station. I'd tease him, and egg him on. Tell him how much I loved him. He'd say things like "Oh hush, nobody loves me" or "Go away, you don't love me". But he'd say it with a wink and a smile that nobody but me noticed. I know secretly, he loved it, lol.

He started coming in less and less, maybe just once a week, or every other week. When he did, I'd run to him and smother him with a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He *hated* that, but I did it every time. Just to piss him off :lol:

I really, honestly, did love that man. Not like a 'boyfriend', or a dad - it's kinda hard to put a finger on exactly what it was. Like Jen said, it's like they become a member of your family, when you see them almost every day..all the time. I know what he liked to drink, I know how he liked his tea, I know how he liked his food.

He sometimes came in with his father who was about 80 or so. His dad was my "boyfriend" and I'd sit on his knee when I took his order, such a sweet old man. Ron would laugh and laugh, every time. A couple months ago his dad was diagnosed with Prostate cancer. He was talking about moving to Texas to take care of his dad, help him with appointments and stuff.

Last night Ron died. Cancer won. I am so very angry, and sad. I've been crying on and off all day. Trying to remember all the good times, all my fun memories of that cranky old bastard.

Every meeting ended with "Bye Ron, I'll see you in a few days"... and I'd blow him a kiss *cry*

There's a reason why I ditched PE

Because I'm lazy and I hated it.

I have Thursdays off now - pointless for me to go into work for only 30 minutes when it takes me nearly an hour to get home. Not worth it.

So, now I have the day off which amounts to another day I can go to Joey's school and help with his class for a bit (before I take off to do mommy things ALONE).

Today was PE day. Mr. P is the PE teacher (??HUH??). Anyway. This guy is like 6' 5" tall, wearing regular gym shorts and what looked to be a workout shirt make for a 12 year old girl. It was a little short on him, ROFL. But what they did made more sense as far as things Joey was wanting me to do at home (he would never explain where he learned of it, yadda yadda)

Like juggling. Joey's been trying to make me juggle, trying to show me how to do it. Letting me know that I need to juggle THE ball (only ONE ball) and at the end I have to throw it into my hat. He got my hat for me. Wasn't that nice?

Well, they juggle in PE, but they use scarves. 1985 Madonna colored scarves - neon pink, orange, & yellow. Ick. He was totally digging it. I've never seen him participate so much in an activity, and his teacher & aide said that he LOVES PE.

Then we did the whole "head - shoulders - knees - toes" thing. We also did "hips" but after a bit of discussion we decided to call it our "waist" instead.

Then, the grand finale was 2 loud renditions of the HOKEY POKEY! We put in every part of our body that we could think of that would go IN and OUT - our hands, legs, head, and our BOOTIES! Yes, our booties. The kids had one heck of a hillarious chuckle at that one. We all shook our groove thanks then we did the Hokey Poke and we turned ourselves around...

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT! HOKEY POKEY!

Only the cats love him

Last week, Joey somehow managed to get a little bruise on the top part of his left cheek (face, lol). It was just there one morning. He's a boy, so I figured he rammed his face into something. Like 2 days later, on thursday, he came home with a little scratch right below the bruise. It's really small, again, maybe ramming his head into something. It wasn't there that morning, but it was there when I picked him up.

Saturday he goes to my moms for the day while I work. She asked him, "What happened to your cheek? Did Baby Cat scratch you?" - see, Joey has a habbit of terrorizing the cat, so he bites and/or scratches him. Nothing really major and it's not an everyday kind of thing. But generally, that's where Joey gets his scratches from.

Anyway, This was his response:

"No. Baby Cat and Syd Cat loves me. They are my best pals. Erin and David don't love me anymore. I think they hate me and will give me away. I'm gonna go find some new parents." [insert 'drama queen' pouty face here]

Now, he didn't directly say that we gave him his owies..but isn't that the kind of crap that would get some parents in trouble?

I had forgotten that he said that, and remembered this morning, and told DH. So he asks Joey how he got the scratch and bruise. He told him "Oh, it was just a little assident. Don't worry 'bout it!" *shrug*

Tonight before we went to dinner with the 'rents, I was combing his hair in the bathroom and he sees the scratch. The bruise is barely visible by this point, and the scratch is scabbed over. He says "Who did that to my face?! Oh, don't worry 'bout it, baby!" *shrug again*

Then at dinner, my mom asks him AGAIN, what happened to his face. "Oh, I did it at school. I fell down, it was an assident. Don't worry 'bout it, baby!" *if i shrug more i'm going to dislocate an important body part*

But I don't wanna!

It's been a hell of a long day.

We decided this morning that we needed to go to walmart for some stuff. In record time we were ready and out at the bus stop at 8am. Keep in mind, that on Sunday's, our buses only run once every hour.

So, we get there, and head to the bank first so DH could deposit his check, and then walked over to Walmart. Did our shopping there, took all of about 30 minutes or so, if that. Then we headed over to the Sizzler, because they have a Sunday Brunch there. It was pretty tasty. We judged by the time, that we had about 30 minutes before the next bus came. I didn't have my cell phone so I had no idea what time it was unless we asked or checked our receipts. So we went over to Walgreens to grab a few more things . We go to the bus stop and sit there for what seems like ages. We see a bus, but it wasn't ours. It's the one that goes NEAR our house, but not to it. We could have taken that one, but we didn't know it was coming, and we were on the wrong side of the road.

Anyway, we decide to go call a cab from Walgreens, and get something to drink. It was starting to get hot. Oh, and the other guys at the bus stop said that we still had like 40 minutes to wait for the next bus. They ended up being full of shit, because about 15 minutes after I called the cab, the bus went by. So we missed it. And to boot, the cab never showed up. We sat out there for about a total of 45 minutes waiting for the cab. We decided to run across to the other bus and catch that, because we knew we hadn't missed it *yet*. So, we caught that one at 12pm, and had to walk almost a mile home from the bus stop. We got here at 12:30.

Joey took the first initiative and took a nap on his own accord. Then I went at around 2pm. Then DH went at around 4pm. Joey woke up at 5, I woke up at 6, and DH is still down, lol.

Last night I went to a Diamondbacks game with some family that was in from Maryland and we had to climb a lot of steps in that place - up and down and up and down. My calves are KILLING ME.

So, to my point. I need to clean my house. I was planning on doing it last night after work, but then I got asked to the game at the last minute. So I figured I'd do it today after walmart, but that had me exhausted. I don't want to do it tomorrow, because I want to scrap and don't want to waste my whole last day off cleaning.

Grrrrrrrrrrr. I hate cleaning. Wish the H would get off his ass and do it sometimes. That would be nice *dreamy sigh*