The People Behind My Eyes

A second caller rang in while talking to a friend I’ve been checking in with daily. The number was to a local hospital, one my mother has been to, the one my grandfather died in. When I saw the number I thought to myself, “Oh it would be just like her to die on my Independence Day.” I figured if it was her she was barking up the wrong tree for sympathy. I’m more likely to raise a flag to her exit than lower one. Turns out Holiday is in the hospital. So the dilemma is this, the chick flaked on me, told me she wasn’t coming to get me then later told me she wouldn’t be able to answer my calls later in the day because she was going out to the Ugly Monkey (that’s a bar). The message said she had been rushed to the hospital earlier today and that she “just got out of surgery” and wanted to let me know where she is. No, sweetie you wanted me to go check on your kids and you want me to go sit up in the room with you. So here’s the thing, today, February 2nd is my My Independence Day. I refuse to spend that time with someone who doesn’t count me worthy enough to come through when I really need them cause dancing is a better option than supporting a “friend”. I’m not trying to do an eye for an eye thing here. If this took place on a day other than today I’d go up to the hospital and see her but not today, today is mine to celebrate and that is what I will be doing. As a matter of fact I won’t see her until the 4th.

I guess when I think about it I’m thrown because it’s like, let me see here, you just got out of surgery but you called ME???? Hang on a second, did they do a local to take out your gallbladder or did you “bring a little something” with you that lets you snap back faster from surgery? How did you think of my number fresh out of surgery? The third time you called and left a message you left your room number and told me you’d call again tomorrow. You’ll get my voice mail again tomorrow too let me tell ya that much cause that’s just messed up. No I can’t help you when you’re suicidal but I got my gallbladder taken out will you come sit with me at my sick bed? Nah, I don’t think so. Not today. I have a celebration to attend. I’ll see you when I’m done with that.

Still, that whole fiasco was better than it being my mother on the other end of the line. No flags raised for her demise but certainly red flags are flying for someone that can get out of surgery a bit ago and actually remember my phone number and call and leave a message sounding sicker and sicker with each time. Girl stop! For real! Just stop!

The good part of today is that I am officially a car owner. It is insured and everything and is on the road. The first place I’m going is to the store to get peaches and heavy whipping cream.

It has been 16 years since this freedom declaration so I’d say my sweet 16 gift is a car. Having gotten the papers on it I have to once again change the year of the car. It’s a 1999 Nissan Sonata. I think we went from 1990 to 1996 but now that I’ve seen the official paperwork on it I can say with certainty it’s a 1999.

…….oh I should so get some fuzzy dice!!! The pink ones and a bumper sticker that says Sundrip on it. Oh, oh and some dubbs but they should have a sunflower center. Never mind that they cost more than most vehicles I should get some sunflower dubbs, the kind that are still spinning three hours after I’ve stopped the car. I should soooo do that….. Not!

Joan of Arc ← not rolling to the hospital in my dubb-less, dice-less ‘99

No I Don’t Think So
Saturday, February 2, 2008, 3:56 am