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My car has air conditioning. I'm very excited about this, especially as the weather has taken a decided turn for the hellish. I've never owned a car with working a/c before. Not all those years in Vegas. Not once. So I'm enjoying that.
Working on a story. It's pretty good. I know it from start to finish. Now I just have to wrestle it onto the paper. So to speak.
My hunny bunny has been in ridiculous amounts of pain lately. He has an appointment coming up in CDA in July with a rheumatologist. We'll see. He has gone to the pool a few times to swim and soak and it seems to help him a bit. He's very excited about the coming football season. We are going to attempt to build him a cool Raiders website where he can blog and predict and bicker to his hearts content and maybe even eventually get paid for it. He's really good at it and has caused quite a stir on several of the major Raider networks already online. Yay baby! He continues to be the love of my life even though we've been going through a rather rough patch. We've finally had a bit of a breakthrough and I'm feeling pretty damn good about us, thanks. Of course life turns on a dime so you'll have to stay tuned to find out what happens with the hausens next. We're not your normal aging rockers.
The babies, doing well, knock wood. Meg is in her own apartment at the four horses and for the last two weeks she's been entertaining her best friends boyfriend there. Eek. Okay so I'm going to guess that it's largely based on my own live experience, but I'm a little bit concerned about this relationship. To begin with, Meg's best friend Ashley and her husband Jarod set Beth up with Rob in the first place. Rob and Jarod were in the same company in boot camp and are now proud soldiers in Iraq. Screaming Eagles no less. Bad guys. So when Jarod came home to marry Ashley before he was deployed, he brought Rob along for the ride and he and Beth, by all accounts, fell madly in love. Ahh...sweet. Except that I have a feeling that Meg is really bummed that they set him up with Beth instead of her. She adores Beth but I think she was hurt by that, especially when she got to know him. I think there is a bit of a mad crush going on there. She's im'd him and myspaced whatever while he's been away and has gotten to know him and now he's sleeping on an air mattress in her apartment. I'm not naieve enough that I don't know there is occasionally alcohol involved, they are teenagers and one of them faces death on a regular basis and besides, the array of empty rum and whiskey bottles and the shot glass chess board on top of her fridge kind of tipped me off. And we all know how things can get a little fuzzy when alcohol is involved. Beth is a good Catholic girl (teehee) and still lives at home where her parents keep a pretty tight rein on her. I'm pretty sure she and Rob have done more than they should have when the girls went to Tennessee and I'm sure they are doing more than they should be now but that doesn't mean...oh Lord. Well all I can do is be there if it should go bad.
Is this kind of thing hereditary? I'm afraid.
As for the boy, well he's just an amazing boy. He finally passed his written test and on Tuesday he will take his drive test and if that goes well he will become a licensed driver. I am still firmly in denial. He can't wait to take me for a ride. I think that will be the most heartbreaking moment of my life. This horrible slow pulling away. I never felt this bad with Meg but then she was always more her daddy's girl than mine. She's become more of a friend and we are a lot closer now that she is a big girl so it's been pretty easy. But this boy is suddenly leaving me at breakneck speed and I'm having a little trouble with it. He will be driving around in his fancy Chevy truck with the big Raider's shield in the back window and a giant silver crucifix dangling from the rear view mirror. He has a girlfriend. Her name is Jessica and I've known her since she was a scabby knee'd tomboy who lived across the street from us. She was in on some of Max's wildest escapades, riding his big plastic Tonka dumptruck down a very steep hill, watering the snow in the sideyard until it formed ice so that when the sledded down they reached warp speed. Sneaking onto the Jean paddlewheel boat and into the abandoned mercantile, hanging out in a Pioneer era log cabin that is supposedly haunted. I knew about none of these things when they were happening mind you. I was blissfully ignorant at work apparently. Anyway, she has grown up into a very pretty and by all accounts sweet girl. Their relationship developed slowly over the years and is based on friendship so I can't argue with that. She is kind to him, doesn't seem to manipulate him or dominate. They talk online, I don't think they even call each other on the phone which is odd but they have hours long conversations on myspace, writing back and forth in one or two line emails. I'm happy for him but feel another piece of my heart being torn away. I always knew someday he'd love another woman more than he loved me but the thought that this might be the one I'm just not ready for. He has such a tender heart, I tell myself. He's not ready for love. But they way he treats her tells me that he is. Dammit.
He's going to football camp this summer. Castle and I will split the bill. He has been quite reasonable lately and yesterday when I dropped Max off at home he even waved to me from the garage. Progress. When we speak on the phone now he doesn't sound weary and wary like he used to, as if I was going to try to tell him something he didn't want to hear. Now we just sound like two people who share a child. It's nice. Oh and a week from Thursday my son will be awarded his first varsity letter for Track and Field. yay boy! he will finally have something to put on his letterman's jacket! He may have a job lined up for the summer too, a friend of Castle's who is a landscaper. He has experience from working with Garths dad so it looks good. He'll like having a little money in his pocket but we already talked to him about how if he wants to go to UNLV he's going to have to work for it, so half his checks are going to go to his college fund. I can't imagine my son attending college but it's getting so close now. I can't imagine him living in Vegas, my worst nightmare, with me more than a thousand miles away, unable to protect him. How will I survive this child's growing up? I better get a shitload of grandbabies for all this! But not now... no time soon really.
What else? Work is good, we are making decent money, our boarding bonus was just raised from $5 per ap to $7.50 and there is rumor it will go up to $10 before the summer is over. That means for every account we install within a certain period of time we get $7.50. It translates nicely when your installing 50+ accounts a week and if all goes well we will double or triple that in the coming months. I got a tiny raise as well which was nice and helpful especially with the staggering cost of our health insurance. But at least we are all covered, even the babies. Which is nice. Lately it's occurred to me that instead of feeling the awesome burden of responsibility, it actually feels good to be providing for my family. And doing it well. Most of the time. Michael is being the tough guy and has managed to save more than a $1000 over the last three months, giving it to his mother to hold for us since we can't be trusted. It's caused a bit of friction but that's mostly because we both have very deepseated issues with money. We're working it out and I'm very very proud of him for not giving in to my whining or to his own desperate desire for Fazzarri's pizza or a night on the town. We can be grownups if we want to.
So reading back over this I realize it sounds a lot like an epilogue. A nice little wrap up at the end of my story. But then I'm sure most of my posts here sound like that. Annoying writer trait. Michael and I were laughing about that sort of thing the other day. We had been bickering, about money as usual and who's fault it was the car ran out of gas. We were right in the middle of it all when I had to get out of the car to go back to work. I said something smart ass-some ridiculous parting shot and just as he screamed away I heard him yell "Always a pleasure." At first that hurt. It sounds so overwhelming like I'm always such a bitch that he barely can tolerate me or something. But then I laughed because I saw it for what it was-a parting shot, just like my own. Always writing dialogue in our heads, always having to have the last word. Freaking writers.
Okay well I've taken up enough of your time and my own. Time for "and they lived happily ever after" but this is not the end...just the beginning of a new chapter...
Fine'Working on a story. It's pretty good. I know it from start to finish. Now I just have to wrestle it onto the paper. So to speak.
My hunny bunny has been in ridiculous amounts of pain lately. He has an appointment coming up in CDA in July with a rheumatologist. We'll see. He has gone to the pool a few times to swim and soak and it seems to help him a bit. He's very excited about the coming football season. We are going to attempt to build him a cool Raiders website where he can blog and predict and bicker to his hearts content and maybe even eventually get paid for it. He's really good at it and has caused quite a stir on several of the major Raider networks already online. Yay baby! He continues to be the love of my life even though we've been going through a rather rough patch. We've finally had a bit of a breakthrough and I'm feeling pretty damn good about us, thanks. Of course life turns on a dime so you'll have to stay tuned to find out what happens with the hausens next. We're not your normal aging rockers.
The babies, doing well, knock wood. Meg is in her own apartment at the four horses and for the last two weeks she's been entertaining her best friends boyfriend there. Eek. Okay so I'm going to guess that it's largely based on my own live experience, but I'm a little bit concerned about this relationship. To begin with, Meg's best friend Ashley and her husband Jarod set Beth up with Rob in the first place. Rob and Jarod were in the same company in boot camp and are now proud soldiers in Iraq. Screaming Eagles no less. Bad guys. So when Jarod came home to marry Ashley before he was deployed, he brought Rob along for the ride and he and Beth, by all accounts, fell madly in love. Ahh...sweet. Except that I have a feeling that Meg is really bummed that they set him up with Beth instead of her. She adores Beth but I think she was hurt by that, especially when she got to know him. I think there is a bit of a mad crush going on there. She's im'd him and myspaced whatever while he's been away and has gotten to know him and now he's sleeping on an air mattress in her apartment. I'm not naieve enough that I don't know there is occasionally alcohol involved, they are teenagers and one of them faces death on a regular basis and besides, the array of empty rum and whiskey bottles and the shot glass chess board on top of her fridge kind of tipped me off. And we all know how things can get a little fuzzy when alcohol is involved. Beth is a good Catholic girl (teehee) and still lives at home where her parents keep a pretty tight rein on her. I'm pretty sure she and Rob have done more than they should have when the girls went to Tennessee and I'm sure they are doing more than they should be now but that doesn't mean...oh Lord. Well all I can do is be there if it should go bad.
Is this kind of thing hereditary? I'm afraid.
As for the boy, well he's just an amazing boy. He finally passed his written test and on Tuesday he will take his drive test and if that goes well he will become a licensed driver. I am still firmly in denial. He can't wait to take me for a ride. I think that will be the most heartbreaking moment of my life. This horrible slow pulling away. I never felt this bad with Meg but then she was always more her daddy's girl than mine. She's become more of a friend and we are a lot closer now that she is a big girl so it's been pretty easy. But this boy is suddenly leaving me at breakneck speed and I'm having a little trouble with it. He will be driving around in his fancy Chevy truck with the big Raider's shield in the back window and a giant silver crucifix dangling from the rear view mirror. He has a girlfriend. Her name is Jessica and I've known her since she was a scabby knee'd tomboy who lived across the street from us. She was in on some of Max's wildest escapades, riding his big plastic Tonka dumptruck down a very steep hill, watering the snow in the sideyard until it formed ice so that when the sledded down they reached warp speed. Sneaking onto the Jean paddlewheel boat and into the abandoned mercantile, hanging out in a Pioneer era log cabin that is supposedly haunted. I knew about none of these things when they were happening mind you. I was blissfully ignorant at work apparently. Anyway, she has grown up into a very pretty and by all accounts sweet girl. Their relationship developed slowly over the years and is based on friendship so I can't argue with that. She is kind to him, doesn't seem to manipulate him or dominate. They talk online, I don't think they even call each other on the phone which is odd but they have hours long conversations on myspace, writing back and forth in one or two line emails. I'm happy for him but feel another piece of my heart being torn away. I always knew someday he'd love another woman more than he loved me but the thought that this might be the one I'm just not ready for. He has such a tender heart, I tell myself. He's not ready for love. But they way he treats her tells me that he is. Dammit.
He's going to football camp this summer. Castle and I will split the bill. He has been quite reasonable lately and yesterday when I dropped Max off at home he even waved to me from the garage. Progress. When we speak on the phone now he doesn't sound weary and wary like he used to, as if I was going to try to tell him something he didn't want to hear. Now we just sound like two people who share a child. It's nice. Oh and a week from Thursday my son will be awarded his first varsity letter for Track and Field. yay boy! he will finally have something to put on his letterman's jacket! He may have a job lined up for the summer too, a friend of Castle's who is a landscaper. He has experience from working with Garths dad so it looks good. He'll like having a little money in his pocket but we already talked to him about how if he wants to go to UNLV he's going to have to work for it, so half his checks are going to go to his college fund. I can't imagine my son attending college but it's getting so close now. I can't imagine him living in Vegas, my worst nightmare, with me more than a thousand miles away, unable to protect him. How will I survive this child's growing up? I better get a shitload of grandbabies for all this! But not now... no time soon really.
What else? Work is good, we are making decent money, our boarding bonus was just raised from $5 per ap to $7.50 and there is rumor it will go up to $10 before the summer is over. That means for every account we install within a certain period of time we get $7.50. It translates nicely when your installing 50+ accounts a week and if all goes well we will double or triple that in the coming months. I got a tiny raise as well which was nice and helpful especially with the staggering cost of our health insurance. But at least we are all covered, even the babies. Which is nice. Lately it's occurred to me that instead of feeling the awesome burden of responsibility, it actually feels good to be providing for my family. And doing it well. Most of the time. Michael is being the tough guy and has managed to save more than a $1000 over the last three months, giving it to his mother to hold for us since we can't be trusted. It's caused a bit of friction but that's mostly because we both have very deepseated issues with money. We're working it out and I'm very very proud of him for not giving in to my whining or to his own desperate desire for Fazzarri's pizza or a night on the town. We can be grownups if we want to.
So reading back over this I realize it sounds a lot like an epilogue. A nice little wrap up at the end of my story. But then I'm sure most of my posts here sound like that. Annoying writer trait. Michael and I were laughing about that sort of thing the other day. We had been bickering, about money as usual and who's fault it was the car ran out of gas. We were right in the middle of it all when I had to get out of the car to go back to work. I said something smart ass-some ridiculous parting shot and just as he screamed away I heard him yell "Always a pleasure." At first that hurt. It sounds so overwhelming like I'm always such a bitch that he barely can tolerate me or something. But then I laughed because I saw it for what it was-a parting shot, just like my own. Always writing dialogue in our heads, always having to have the last word. Freaking writers.
Okay well I've taken up enough of your time and my own. Time for "and they lived happily ever after" but this is not the end...just the beginning of a new chapter...
