I finally made it to the store today. Just a short ride to the nearest Food City. They had Mountain Dew on sale lol. It wasn't so bad. For some reason there weren't many people there at 5pm. Which is just fine by me! I took advantage of a few sales and came home. Cotton candy was not on list but it's a nice treat for $1. (^.^) But in all the trip wasn't so bad. It's always a pain to get the groceries in the house. Living in the city has it's perks but parking on the street is not one of them. Sometimes you have to park half way down the block and other times right by the apartment building. Then there is a matter of stairs. We are on the second floor. I'm not exactly thin or in shape either. But that part is my fault. So I try my best to get everything in one trip from mom's truck. The sooner I am back in the house and in my safety bubble the better.
I came in and got changed and checked Facebook. My cousin's boyfriend's daughter had broken a necklace that has a really nice skeleton key on it. It was her father's so it's extra special. I was poking through my jewelery box to see if I had anything she could use and I found a couple things to give her. Just some random necklaces and things. I hope she likes them. =) But while doing this I found some old family photos of me and my cousins and one of me and my ex that I thought I had lost. I got distracted by them and forgot about my groceries for a few minutes. I got them uploaded on to Facebook and sat here for a moment thinking about them. I thought about myself when I was thin, my cousins when they were small, my friend when we worked together at an adult book store, the day I decided to pose with a foot fetish magazine by a bunch of sex toys, and of course the pic of me and the ex. We shall call her "V". We met years ago after I left my first husband at a restaurant that she was a waitress at. She was beautiful. Her hair was short and the color of milk chocolate. The expensive kind. And her eyes were the prettiest shade of brown. She was like a tiny angel. And she smiled at me. Over the next couple of months she showed me that not everyone would hurt me. She un-did a lot of the damage that my ex-husband had done to me. And when we broke up of course I was hurt. But she was honest with me and once I realized that I stopped being upset about it. I mean, that is all anyone wants really. Honesty. And I still love her. I always will. But not in a romantic way but as a good friend. She was there for me when my grandmother went into the hospital for the last time. She came to take care of me when she died. I called her at 4:30am crying and asked her if she could come back to the hospital. She was exhausted..........but she came. She is one of the strongest people I know. And I envy that.
My husband came home during all of this reminiscing. I was tagging photos and showing them to him. He laughed at the one with the magazine. I don't believe he had ever seen that one. He helped me put the groceries away and we decided on what to have for dinner. Overall not a bad day.
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