Twenty-five degrees is way too fucking cold for me. Not sure when I became reptilian, but I'm freezing my ass off and can't seem to get warm. If I stare at this photo of San Juan long enough, maybe... Not much time for blogging these past few days. Running around shopping & stuff. I actually made it to the gym tonight, too! Figured if I did some cardio I'd get my blood circulating & warm right up. It worked but only momentarily. I need some warm California sunshine!!
Talked to my oldest brother the other day - the one who lives in a ghost town. Verified that although he does have a phone, he does not have a computer, so I'm pretty much able to spill here without worrying about him reading it. Dude. He's fifty something years old - waaaaaay older than me, ok? I cannot stress that enough!!! - and lost his license for DUI, which then made him lose his job. The truck he is no longer allowed to drive broke down anyway, so... DUDE. How the FUCK do you get a DUI in a fucking GHOST TOWN?!?! And why - at 50-SOMETHING YEARS OLD, have you not learned and overcome these life lessons already?!?! That's the part I held back from saying, because, although true, it would have been particularly venemous & how could he possibly respond but to delve further into the depths of "why-me-isms" he is so fond of? So he calls me to explain his woeful tale & how that means he will be unable to visit with the family - a mere 7 hour drive, which in the grand scheme of things, is nothing. Shit, I've driven further for concerts, and back home the same night. I digress. He wants to know if I can get an advance on the sale of the house so he can get to CA for Christmas. Hello?! I'm running to the bank now to get a loan. Yeah right. Seriously, this is his baby sister with the hole in the garage & icicles for fingertips, both of which are far bigger problems to me than his inability to keep cold cans of Coors Light out of his hands prior to driving. Plus, Christmas is less than two weeks away. If you're going to have a crisis out there in the ghost town, dammit, have it before that crucial two-week before the holiday astronomical jump in airfares, will you?! Jesus Christ. My head hurt after that phone conversation. Ran it by the other brother later, just in case I was being a horrendous bitch. Between the two of us, we still haven't decided if we are going to get our brother to California or not.
I did feel concerned enough later to think of an appropriate gift I could send to the ghost town so my that my brother & his girlfriend (who doesn't have a car but walks a mile to work, so I'm told) can get the essentials, or if their essentials are covered - something festive, fun, and trendy - HA! Sorry, couldn't hold it in. Anyhow, so I go online to Target's site & punch in the zip code. Nothing happens. Try Walmart. The nearest Walmart is TWENTY-NINE miles from my brother's town. Good Lord. I give up.
Well, sorry for the rant, but it is my blog & you can click away if it offends. For me, it's therapeutic in more ways than one. My fingers are actually warm!
