This is just going to be a quickie to say that our 15th-anniversary dinner at Denny’s was nice. Aside from blasting 50’s music which sucked, his ham and cheese omelet was great and I loved my steak and eggs.
We first went to the Denny’s by the shopping center, and to our surprise, it was closed. There were a couple of vehicles there and the dining area was lit up, but the door was locked. Maybe the cook called in sick or there was a hostage situation, LOL! If there was, I’m glad we didn’t go any earlier. We left the place at 11:00 which is when 3rd shift starts, though, so it was probably a case of a sick cook, though I did wonder if it was a case of the recession and they started to close down during 3rd shift. But then Tom laughed and said, “A Denny’s that closes? You worked at Denny’s. When does it ever close?”
I said, “Yeah, I worked at Denny’s. In nineteen-eighty-fucking-nine, dude!” It was funny the way we goofed off and didn’t have to deal with the heavy daytime traffic.
So we jumped on the highway and went to the one just off of it with the really cool view. Except that being dark and all you couldn’t see much more other than lights way off in the distance heading towards the state capital.
Later…
Lisa’s married now, so I saw on Facebook. Hope she doesn’t have any kids since she’s still only 26. Not exactly 16, but still a bit young, in my opinion, to be giving up your life to motherhood. I’d also worry about just what kind of mother she and her sisters would make with the lovely example they had set for them.
Like I said before, I have nothing against her. She isn’t the one who defended an abusive person over me. It was her mother who wrote to my husband in defense of the man who abused her and her daughter in favor of the sister that she claimed was always there for her and that was only sticking up for her. It was her mother who gave this abuser our address so a very sick and corrupt little piggy could ultimately be hot on my trail, along with his equally sick buddies (our old neighbors who were obsessed with tormenting us), thus landing me in jail for half a year and losing thousands of dollars.
So while Lisa didn’t do anything worse other than typical teenage bullshit, I swore I’d never again let myself be swept up in any kind of family drama again and I meant it! And I especially don’t want a damn thing to do with Larry.
The desire to keep in contact with my folks is different. They literally saved our lives or pretty damn close to it anyway. Therefore, this makes me feel more protective of them, not that there’d be much I could do from across the country if they needed help, and not that I’ve forgiven or forgotten any of the abuse they’ve inflicted upon me in the past or that we’ll ever see each other again. It just means we keep in touch.
I know a lot of people are big on forgiveness, but for me, that’s always been a bust. If I forgive someone, they screw me again. If I don’t, then they never get the chance to screw me again.
The idea of them reading my journal amuses me and it wouldn’t be hard to find. I’m a member of zillions of sites, mostly because of the sweeps/contests, and the link to the my-diary one is on many sites.
Being naturally curious, I looked up my other 3 nieces on both sites and found them but with private profiles that didn’t say much. I like Sarah’s username, I’m the mothafucking princess bitches!
Her status is “in a lot of pain,” while Becky’s is “depressed.” Yeah, I suppose they would be in their cases. Boo!
There are a few males with the same last name as my brother who are friends with Jen, one of whom is listed as living at her house, according to Zabasearch. I’d be willing to bet just about anything that they’re his kids from past affairs. As big bro himself will proudly admit, he was quite a slut and I’d be willing to bet just about anything that Michelle’s one of the mothers. He ended up whoring around with almost every female friend I had back in my early 20s, including Jenny until I got his sorry ass out of my life.
Now once again, on with my sometimes boring but uncomplicated life. smiles with content
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