Randomness of the day....

Yesterday seemed to bring with it the hope of the new year.

I woke early to ride around with Pimpett and Hubby for errands. First stop for the woman who's only slept 15 hours in the past 3 days is D &D. After that it's time to call in for my meds. Five prescriptions later, I told Pimpett and Hubby I really am a fucking nut job. Look at all the pills I have to take. Pimpett's response was classic and true to her style. "Nah. You're not that nuts. It's really only four. One was birth control."

From there the conversation drifted into my frustration with Boat Boy. Noting this it's important to realize that nicknames can and do change. Intially, due to a lack of creativity and fatigue on my part it became [momentarily] Dip Shit. However, it was lacking authenticity to his nature. Enter a little team effort.

Devoid of all common sense and reality. Sucking out the last of my hope for something real by running away. I threw what little I had left into the void. The best part of the new nick name is that we had fun pronouncing it much like the SNL clip for Da Bears. Shameless mocking insued.

I think it's time for a shoe box coffin for this one. The glass he gave me with the George Washington quote "Associate yourself with men of good quality....for it is better to be alone than in bad company" broke. I, being of Celtic nature and partial pagan take this as a sign of things to change.

The most painful piece to lay to rest in this shoe box will be the bracelet he brought me from Ireland. Perhaps emotionally he jumped the gun. Perhaps I am too frustrating for him to ever fully understand. Claddaghs and marble. I mourn for the lie told in the circle of love, friendship and loyality because in the end they were never there.