Wine

Last night I spent the evening with potter, friend, and K.D. Actually potter and K.D. were there when I got home, they'd had a bunch of wine and were pretty relaxed. Friend was downtown at a bar, but had potter pick her up ~9. The three of them then proceeded to drink more and more wine. It was a late night, and there was a lot of sharing. There were a lot of stories started but never finished. Funny how alcohol does that to people. Takes down walls of inhibition and prevents someone from finishing a cogent thought. Great combination.

K.D. is a great person. Just don't get to see her enough. She's busy with her own life, and I think she's been giving me some space to deal with my own existence also. But, we got to talk about a lot of things. Some difficult things, some not so much.

I'm learning that relationships are really pretty similar between groups of people. Sure, depth of relationships and lengths of relationships can make a difference, but in all reality there are very similar struggles for all of us. That's been a tough lesson for me to learn. That and how to share more of myself with my friends and trust them. I think I've always kept people somewhat distant from me for several reasons. I feel like I've never had the kind of friends I have now; never felt safe trusting, but the biggest thing is that I've never been unable to solve things on my own before. What I'm doing now is impossible to do by myself. My friends are fantastic, though. Not forcing themselves on me, but there, very close by, so when I need them, they're there quickly.

This week has been crazy. Work at the daily grind has been crazy. 14 hours on average, but Wednesday I was there 16. I spent 2.5 of that on the phone with SLPTG. SLPTG called me. SLPTG needed some answers to questions. We spent a long time talking about the questions that SLPTG had, and then some. What a conversation. I know it was very good for me. It seemed that it was good for SLPTG, but only time will tell. Talked to a friend of SLPTG's who didn't give any specifics, but seemed to agree with me.
I think the thing it did for me was provide some type of clarification of what expectations are going to be. I just didn't want any surprises for either one of us.

Previously in the day, HER took paperwork to the final destination. It's now sitting, waiting to be read. What a day. HER is doing well. I think. I talked to HER Wednesday and yesterday. She seems to be doing well.


I'm working at Big, Ugly Blue place this weekend (both days).

Oh yeah, and Mt. St. Helens might erupt.

-Rusty.

Rednecks and technology

I received this as an e-mail, thought it was pretty funny.

10 Ways to tell if a Redneck has been working on a Computer

10. The monitor is up on blocks.
9. Outgoing faxes have tobacco stains on them.
8. The six front keys have rotted out.
7. The extra RAM ports have truck parts stored in them.
6. The numeric keypad only goes up to six.
5. The password is "Bubba".
4. There's a gun rack mounted on the CPU.
3. There's a Coors can in the cup holder (CD-ROM drive).
2. The keyboard is camouflaged.

AND the number 1 way to tell if a redneck has been working on a computer is...
1. The mouse is referred to as a "critter".

I know. Stupid, but I found some humor in it.

This is just too funny.

Getting there

What a weekend.
Grand finish to the week last week, didn't do much Friday night (I ironed...what a geek-but it kept me from calling SLPTG), worked at Big Ugly Blue Place on Saturday, watched a movie Saturday night, Sunday helped around the yard with Potter and other, then saw HER for document completion. Went well. Need to get some things notorized, then she said she'd take care of taking the documents where they need to...whoa. Did we turn a corner? Are we accepting this?
Lots of reflection, lots of talking with HER and just chatting. It was ok.
Talked to Golfer Saturday also, evidently, someone went in to the restaurant and talked to J. J. started asking questions, so now everyone knows. Which is fine. Makes it easier for me.

-Rusty