Rambling Ahead

I did what I always hated when I was fat. My secretary is a big girl, about a size 24. We were both in the bathroom the other day and she said she was gaining back the 20 pounds that she had lost before the holidays and her pants were tight. I said, I knew exactly what she meant and "I really shouldn't be wearing these size 8s until I lose another 5 pounds." Am I a moron? Did I forget what it felt like to have some little twit telling me how rough it is to lose 5 or 10 pounds when you have a hundred to lose? I used to hate it when people did that. I went to the airport to pick up The Man who had been in Las Vegas for a conference. He gave me the wrong arrival time and I had an hour to kill before he got there. I know better because I have a hard time with bread, but I got a bagel from one of the airport stands. I had them toast it twice, but it was still too bready and I had a serious carb low. I went to the bathroom to sit in a stall and let the feeling pass. This is what I learned... If you sit on one of those auto flushing toilets long enough, it will flush whether you get u*****t. Eeeewwww! Stranger cooties sprayed all over my butt. The Man is having a big out of town get together with his brothers next weekend and I'm invited. Pray for me, people. I don't think I'll be able to keep up with the big dogs. I don't even think I'll be allowed off the porch. The Man's sister-in-law goes on these treks also, but she's a drinker and has had 11 years of practice keeping up with these guys. It's a right of passage to be invited, but this girl is a weenie at these things. There are 5 brothers and they all play hard. We're talking 3 days of hard partying, gambling, eating, music, dancing and I don't know what else with almost no sleep. The last time I went on one of these with The Man, he was talking to fish and calling the bald security guy Kojak all night. That was without all 4 of his brothers along to misbehave just as much as he does. I'm not a drinker and can't keep up with the eating. If you don't hear from me after next weekend, I'm probably in jail. OK, I'm off to bed. Hugs, Connie

Connie While you did what you used to hate when you were 'fat', put it in some perspective that now that the shoe is on your foot you can understand where the folks were that made those kind of comments when you were the one who needed to lose the 100 pounds. It's not an excuse, but don't beat yourself up over it! As for the rest, you always entertain and amuse me with your posts about life and things in general. When you write your book I want an autographed copy Hope the dreams were sweet, Hugs, Mo

Is the Man Irish at all? Don't know what his brother's do but there is two things you need to learn about cops. First, we have a saying you never s*&t in your own county. In other words, a lot of the dirtbags that go to jail or have been to jail, are in the bars so not many cops feel the freedom to go out where they work. So things tend to get a bit messy when they feel they can relax. Second, when you prepare yourself to be in life and death situations you often times tend to whoop it up to extract the most of the time away. There is nothing wrong with flagging down the server or talking to the bartender and having them slip you a very drink like looking water with a twist of lime. Looks just like a Gin and Tonic and you'll be able to run circles around the big dogs. Best of luck to you, have a blast and learn to suck the juice out of life. I have always said I don't want to die in peace, I want to slide in sideways, out of breath saying, "Whoo, that was a helluva ride!"

Ken, I love the idea of water with lime. Great idea and I'm going to do it. You're right about the County Line rules. The Man doesn't have a hard time relaxing when he's out and about here because he has a good street rep and can go anywhere without fear (although he's always cautious), but he can't whoop it up. None of his brothers are cops, but these guys can howl like nobody's business. I've only met them one at a time and that's overwhelming so I can't imagine what it's like with all of them together, but I'll find out. The other woman who is going says she just drinks a bottle of wine and goes to her happy place. I'll let you know if I survive, but I'm sure it's going to be a blast. Connie

send me directions it sounds like fun can i bring a camcorder?????

I like Ken's Response here, Go & have a great time. I know you after almost 3 years & you will make the best of it & have a blast. Quit worrying about it all. Just BE & have Fun!! Marilyn, the Bearlady