Frequently when I have something to do after work, something that might detract from our typical schedule I’ll tell Coupon the night before.  “Ok, tomorrow after work I’m doing this and this and that, so I won’t be home and you’re on your own for dinner . . .”  etc.

What inevitably happens is that Coupon wasn’t listening.  He’ll call me the next day and say the usual “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

My first response was to sigh and say to myself “I seriously just told him the plan last night!”  And then I decided that was negative thinking that wasn’t productive.  I decided instead that I could reframe it as, he likes to talk to me most days.  He likes to call me and hear my voice.

It carries me through — at least until next time.

Wow, I’ve been meaning to post, but honestly I didn’t have anything worth posting about until this weekend.

First, a heartbreak of a kind.  My Little Sister, is 12.  She lives with her dad who single parents.  I think he’s sort of hands-off, but not intentionally – more of a “I’m not quite sure what I’m doing” kind of way.  Anyway, she and I make plans to get together yesterday just yesterday.  Then her dad calls. 

Her dad tells me that she got caught stealing this past week at the local Wal-Mart.  She was with a friend who’s gotten caught before and he thinks she probably gave into peer pressure.  She’s also failing math and though she’s still doing ok in other classes not as good as she used to.

My heart fell a bit.  I am honored, though, that her dad wanted me to know.  He wanted me to be aware, not to discipline her, not to chide her, but to know in case if came up and so I could get her to talk to me or whatever.  When we got together for a walk on the trail that goes around the airport I tried to hint at things, but she either didn’t take the bait or was trying to not tell me. 

I asked how parent-teacher conferences had gone and she told me she didn’t know that her dad had gone.  “Well, did he tell you how your teachers said you were doing?”  “Nope!”  Hmmmmm, it feels fishy and I don’t like that.  I wish she felt she could be honest with me.

Then, I asked how other things were and she said “fine” a few times.  *Sigh*  I know that just because I’m her Little Sister doesn’t mean she won’t do anything bad ever.  And I know that I am not in her life to discipline here.  I want to keep our relationship fresh and current so she hopefully feels like she can talk to me.  That’s all I can really ask for.
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That being said . . . I’ve signed up as Team Captain for a Bowl for Kids’ Sake team.  Our team name is The Freudian Slips and if you’d like to donate (anything works!) let me know via private message and I’ll send you the link to our page!  And thanks to @ShamrockLover who has already donated! 
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And then there was today.  Holy weirdness.  I saw my ex, the felon from the previous city I lived in.  Last I heard from him he was in Minnesota reportedly finishing up his Bachelor’s Degree. 

Today I’m in the grocery store self-check-out lane and it’s the kind where there are two on each side with a wide “aisle” between them.  So, I’m waiting for one of the four slots to open up and there is a guy who looks an awful lot like my ex.  I watch his mannerisms and he acts like him too.  His hair looks like him, his feel and shoes look like him.  Finally a slot opens up and he’s STILL checking out by the time I’m done, so I get a few more good looks in and decide it’s him.  I said his name and he turned around and he’s the same weird guy he was then.

Apparently he got a job with the state.  Now, we’re the capital, but there are certainly state jobs elsewhere, so I thought maybe he was travelling for work.  Nope, he lives here now.  He stays he works for the Department of Labor in data processing after he got his BA degree.  Well, good for him.  Though my heart was racing a good while after and I just really couldn’t believe it.

The ONLY and I mean, ONLY thing better about this ex than my current boyfriend was he was more giving with affection and he got me off better.  Now, he had TONS of cons.  He was convicted of a felony at 18, had at least two legal issues going on in the 6 months we dated, and was just not . . . super honest about everything I don’t think.  He’s nice enough, but had weird syntax in his speech and weird mannerisms.  He’s just strange.  I don’t miss him at all, but because I have a hard time letting totally go of people I’ve dated I’ve always been curious about how he’s doing.  Has he cleaned his life up or gotten into more trouble.  He was my “bad boy” and I didn’t knowingly date a bad boy.  He was the most drama-filled guy I’d ever dated.  It’s weird to think he lives here now and I could potentially run into him again.  I sort of WANT to run into him with Coupon on my arm.  Is that snarky of me?
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Oh, and I finally got some Girl Scout cookies today.  No one asked me to order any.  Sad!
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Oh, and @PennyLumpkins, you’ll like this!  I finished Freakonomics at the gym today and started my next book More Letters from Penthouse (yes, the magazine).  It’s basically people’s letters of their sexual exploits they wrote to the magazine.  It ends up reading like erotic and got me so hot I had to come home and get myself off.  Hadn’t done THAT in awhile!