april 3, 2008

I know you are but what am I?

Thursday, April 3rd, 2008

Bad, bad day yesterday. It was one of those days where you wish you could just go to bed early just so you can be rid of it. That sort of thing. It wasn’t that bad things were happening to me — although, there were a few “below the belt” happenings that made me want to hate the human race just that much… but I didn’t — but it just seemed like it was a BAD DAY. I was in a bad mood up until rising this morning because of it.

For one, my flowers are now completely dead. I mean, to the point where the pollen is now littered on the desk & the water is now a nasty green color. There is one that seems to hanging on. I think this is why I refuse to throw them out just yet. I hate throwing out once beautiful, vibrant flowers. It’s like a death of an old friend.

& Sofie Aiko was being a pest all day. For some reason, she wouldn’t stop crying to go outside to do her personal potty business. I would take her out, diligently like always, but she refused to go. She didn’t go to the bathroom ALL DAY. I was so irritated & worried; that cannot be normal. If you were there, you would have seen me dressed in pajamas (with no where to go, why dress up for a non-existent occasion?) standing out on the front lawn, muttering curse words underneath my breath & then sighing really loudly, telling Sofie that I was very angry with her. I took her on a walk, thinking that would get the juices flowing (no pun intended) for her, but no… nothing. While I was walking her, I saw a mass of feathers on the sidewalk & pavement. A few steps later, I saw a decapitated pigeon lying in the middle of the street. That was another down of the day. As for Sofie, she finally went potty when Jonathan came home; almost 12 hours of her not going. I was grateful, though, because I was beginning to think that she was suffering from some blockage of some sort.

Also. I got into a verbal, online fisticuffs with a snobby group of kiddies who have a poor taste in literature. I lost the battle, unfortunately, but for good reason. As my husband always says… when someone steals your jacket, offer them your shirt. Probably one of the toughest things I’m learning to understand. & it doesn’t feel good. But I trust Lover; there are many times where he’ll suggest the most seemingly outrageous things for me to do in an act of “killing with kindness” … & in the end, he turns out to be accurate. Damn him, sometimes! He is the reason I try to control my temper. Otherwise, I would just flip the bird & condemn people to Hell. Why must he be so nice & right about things? Sigh. I love him, though, for his sincere heart.

Then… last night me & Lover were faced with the obnoxious & bothersome question “What are we having for dinner?” He decided on pizza from our favorite restaurant & I was reluctant to give any opinion because I really loathe this time of the day. So, off we went to Gelato di Roma (also, I might add, the place that we had our first date a year & a half ago). Now, this place isn’t very easy to get to when you just want to pick up pizza & go back home to enjoy it. You must travel through crowded crosswalks & traffic ridden streets before coming to an overcrowded parking structure. There is NEVER parking on the first or second floors so you have to keep driving until you are almost at the top of the building. Then, after you’ve circled & circled this structure for what seems like forever, you finally find a parking spot. & then comes the seemingly long walk from the parking structure to the restaurant, which is literally at the very end of this old town shopping strip. Such a pain in the ass to get to, but the pizza is most definitely worth it. Quite possibly the best pizza I have ever eaten, ever. It’s in competition with my mother’s homemade pizza, it’s that good.

As were making our way through this stressful maze, Lover was trying to pre-order the pizza on the telephone so we can just walk in & pick it up. We were both surprised that it didn’t even ring & it went straight to one of those previously recorded messages saying that the phone was disconnected. “That’s really strange,” he said… & in spite of my irritation regarding the whole day, I had to agree with him. Nevertheless, we decided to go anyway, thinking maybe they were having trouble with their phone line or something like that. We walked all the way over there to find that the place was… gone. I mean, doors locked, all lights off, tables, chairs & furniture gone. Abandoned. I really felt like yelling out a wail in despair (Noooo! Not our favorite place to eat! Not our significant stomping ground! Not our precious, delicious getalo Heaven! Not our perfect pizza palace! Nooo! Why??) but I didn’t. For some reason, unknown to us, the place is shut down forever. The sign has even been removed. There was no warning about this; we were actually just there a week ago. & now… it’s gone. We didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. I am terribly sad; probably more saddened than I was by getting e-trambled by e-ballers. I will forever be haunted by their beautiful tasting pizzas & their peanut butter gelato. Sigh. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

We ended up succumbing to Chipotle’s filling burritos, which I wasn’t in the mood for at all, but I was starving.

There were other things that made Wednesday downright shitty: a bug bite on my face, probably one of those varmints I caught the other day; a bad hair day that seems to be lasting for weeks; loss of appetite for some weird reason; this article I’m trying to write with little inspiration about ponytails (I have never had a ponytail, so it’s a bit hard for me to stoop down to that level); so on, so forth. I am so glad today is today & that it is no longer fucking Wednesday. Yes, I am bitter… I hated yesterday. The only thing I was grateful for was the alone time I got with my husband, the laughs we shared together in the last few hours of the day & the hickies I playfully gave him to make him mad.

He is my sunshine. Even when days look like this.