sniff some Windex first it will help you from streaking!
OMG I am sick with what has got to be the worst case of a cold with larengytis I have ever had in my whole dance career. Well there was one other time but it ranked pretty close to what I am feeling today. It has been a long week and although I have not lost my voice completely I will say it has come pretty frickin close. I have 2 more nights to go and hopefully the Willie Nelson sound I have going on stays enough with me to finish out the next 2 nights.
Since my last post not much has happened around here with me other then this cold & frog in the throat epidemic I have. I came home from one the most exhausting nights of dancign last night to find yet again my house empty which I love so much. No messages on the phone nothing. At 11:45 pm my father stumbles in the door slamming things around and putting left over supper in the microwave to have before he retired to bed. I knew with this grumpy mood it was might night to attack. With such little voice I knew I could get my point across with ease. As I layed on the couch watching NCIS I could hear him stomping down the stairs. I never looked up from my vertical position on the couch and then he started. He was whining about getting home so late and no supper and blah blah bablah!!!! All the while I am thinking in my mind - who gives a fuck! He finally shuts up long enough for me to ask if the phone was broke or something? He knew he was in for it when I made that comment. He had called me at 3 in the afternoon to ask how I was feeling - someone came in and he said he would call me right back - 11:45 I had still never got a call back. I asked again if the phone lines were broke or his cellular was dead or had his visit to the fiancé was more important then how his son was feeling at the time? His response I knew would be interesting. He slams his supper down onto the TV tray and looks me straight in the eye and says - she will never be a fiancé to me I made the only marriage I am ever going to have and she is now dead and he picked up his supper and started eating. He then slammed it down again as fast as he had picked it up and said where in the hell would I get such a ludacris idea as marriage? I said oh well I seen the receipt that fell out of your wallet for the diamond ring you had to pick up at the jewelers last Wednesday and took out to her that night. I had seen the receipt that said 10K Aqua/Diamond Engagement ring and the whopping big price of $289.90. I asked if he denied making such a purchase on the 19th of March in the afternoon while he was away from the shop or was he going to try and deny that one as well? He hung his head for a second and muttered the words "I cannot believe you are making a statement like that without finding out the truth - truth I said you have never known the meaning of that word for the last 21 fucking years I stated. He rebutted that it was not an engagement ring it was a ring she had purchased for her daughter for her birthday in April & that he was picking it up from being resized and elivering it so she could give it to her in due time of her birthday. I laid there not believeing this story after refuting the fact that he has lied so many years. He then continued to say that he would never get married again - once was enough and that is all he ever wanted. I will keep that statement in the back of my mind for the when and if the day comes that I can throw that little tidbit in his face. I know the day will come. I will be victorious in making his life a living hell again some day. I dropped this subject to then go back to where the hell he was out to till this hour of the evening? He stated he was out with the gang? His g/f and a few others - I asked if they could not feed him or what cause this house of mine is not a diner where you come and go and expect there will always be a meal waiting. He hung his head again picked up his unfinished left overs stomped upstairs threw the left overs into the garbage, threw the dishes in the dishwahser and stormed off to bed. I claim another victory point in this one. Guilt over the years showed that when one had won a battle he would storm off and go to bed - I claimed the victory with pride. My mother was probably looking down from heaven saying "good job Terry I raised you well"
So other then that not much going on with me. I am going to nurse this cold back to good health I hope and hopefully will be on the medn again to be able to travel to Moncton for the Easter weekend to do a dance down there on Saturday and spend Friday night either at World Curling and/or definitely a bar or two!