AAaarrgghh!!
So yesterday and part of today, I took an impromotu trip to hang at my family’s horse ranch. Ghetto-ranch fueled on Prozac is more like it. There’s so much stuff that needs to be done.. so many minor things that would give it more appeal that as soon as I set foot on the dirt, I jump right in playing Toolbelt Diva and crack the whip on them to follow suit.
To be fair.. they’re WAY more concerned in making sure the horses are well cared for then if their grass needs to be mowed but you know… I can’t help it. Things still need to get done and I actually love getting dirty.. mucking.. hammering.. etc.
The only bad thing about being up there is that my cell service is dicey, at best. So I usually don’t get voice mails, text messages or emails until I stand on one foot, facing NWN, holding a cumpled up ball of Reynold’s Wrap.
So today.. alittle after noon-time.. D. had called and left a message. He said that he hadn’t realized he was getting his daughter this weekend since she was still suppose to be away on vacation with her mom and that he was picking her up later on in the afternoon.. BUT! he knew I wasn’t working so if I wanted to come around before then for a “visit” to give him a call.
Just alittle education here… “visit” = “booty call”
Can you say PISSED?
I didn’t actually get to here the call until I was on my way home.. around 3-ish. I called him back to tell him that I had just gotten the message. He was in the home improvement store but the call kept on dropping because I was driving through the mountains. I finally text him and told him to call me when he got a chance.
Dropped calls crawl right under my skin.. especially since my carrier’s major ad campaign is how FEW their calls are dropped.
Yea.. right!
Anyway… he calls me about 45 minutes later. I don’t hear the phone because I tossed in the back seat of the car in frustration. When I finally listen to the message, he tells me that he talked to his ex to firm up a time to pick up his kid and was told that she was kind of out of it from not feeling well and that he didn’t have to pick her up until tomorrow… and to let him know if I wanted to get together tonight.
I wanted to see him because not only do I dig hanging out with him.. not only did I kind of miss him.. but I aslo wanted to talk to him about what page we were on. So I call him and since he was still in the middle of doing stuff and I was still on the road, I told him to call me when he was done and I’d shoot over.
So that’s what he did.. and that’s what I did. With ricotta cannolis.
Can’t help myself.
I pull up and his dog is on the lead outside and I’m so petrified that I’m going to run him over that I wind up parking on way on the other side of the driveway. I love his dog. He’s such a character. He barely lets me open the door a crack before he noses his wiggly body inside and tries to jump on my lap. It’s not better when I get out of the car.
So I call D’s cell and tell him that I’m there and that the dog is all over me. He tells me to come inside so that he could be all over me. I laugh.. but am still having a tough time dodging the dog in 4.5 inch heels on a gravel drive. Yea.. I don’t learn.
D comes out and right away notices that I had my hair cut.. notices that I’m not wearing my glasses.. tells me how great I look and kisses me.
Yea.. I did look damn cute.
Yea.. I did melt.
Like candlewax.
So we head in and y’know what.. I just had an amazing time. Everything was laid back.. easy breezy.. none of the rushed feeling.. he made me dinner.. we ate.. hung out and watched alittle tv.. he even absent-mindedly kept running his fingertips over my leg..
If it wasn’t for the fact that he had to work in the morning, I’d still be there.. In fact, I was the one who got up to leave… AND he did walk me to my car (without me mentioning it)
So I know what you’re thinking.. and I know I’ve been flipping back and forth about this but y’know what? I got to get off my drama.. and not let my mind work overtime.
It is what it is and I can’t have it both ways. With everything going on with PsychoBoy, it’s a good thing that things are the way they are.
Back in April.. when all this craziness was going on.. D was kinda off to the side alittle bit. A friend of mine said to me, “… you watch. He’s the one you’re going to wind up with in the end.”
Damn if she wasn’t right.
So tonight I’m at peace with everything else.. I’m living the moment and enjoying the memories.
And that’s the way it really should be.
