My life as I know it…is ending!

When I greeted my third table of the evening, I knew what my post for tonight was going to be.  Before I even put their order into the computer I was writing it in my head.  At the end of the night it was clearly what I needed to say.  On the train home I was thinking of more stupid things that this fucked up redneck table did while they were in the restaurant tonight.

So I get home.  I kiss my boyfriend and let him know that I’m home.  I turn on my computer.

I open up the mail program on my Mac and I see about 20 or so emails.  Most are junk or notifications from Facebook.  And an email from Adam.  He emails me before he goes to bed.  I email him when I get home.  It’s a nice way to share our day with each other since he’ll be asleep when I get home and I’ll be asleep when he leaves for work.  I save his email till last.  It’s like saving the best part till the end.

This is part of the email he sent me tonight:

hello.

you’ll be happy to know that im typing this on your computer for a change.

it took me a minute to find the ‘on’ button, though.

i got my cake baked, watered plants, potted the violet, didn’t play with harper as i should have (his cat), cleaned the kitchen, ate 2 gilled cheese, emailed my aunt, texted my dad, ironed a shirt, talked with the new roommate, mailed my rent check…what else did i do tonight?

oh yeah…i talked with mamma cat for 30 minutes!

WHAT THE FUCK???????????????

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mother’s name is Catherine.  Everyone calls her Cat.  Adam has joked that he’ll call her mamma cat when he gets to know her better.

Which he clearly worked on tonight.

My boyfriend.

My mother.

On the phone for 30 minutes tonight while I was at work.

I can feel the walls closing in around me.  My life as I know it is ending.  Clearly the Kentucky trip went well.  I just didn’t know that it went that well.

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!

When I responded to his email, I didn’t even know what to say.  My jaw is still on the ground and I read his email almost an hour ago.

WOW.

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t mind.  I think it’s very sweet.  And I love that they both felt comfortable enough with each other to talk.   But for thirty minutes?

WOW.

I suppose I can give the back story here.

My mother has really bad arthritis.  And really bad back pain.  Through many experiments she has discovered that Active On back medicine helps tremendously with the pain.  Seems that all the products this company makes are not the same, and only the back medicine works for her.  When I was home, she had just run out and although we looked in every drug store we passed no one seemed to have any.

Fast forward to last week.  Adam and I were out and he found some in a Duane Reade pharmacy here.  I bought three packages for her, and then asked him if he could ship them to her from work.  He wanted to add a thank you card for letting him stay there and so he sent the box and the card.  I didn’t know this at the time, but seems he asked her how to make her famous chicken salad on the card because we talked about it when I was home.  He gave her his email address and asked her to send it to him.  She couldn’t get the email to go through and so she called.

And they talked for thirty minutes.

Oh.  My.  God.

They talked about the weather.  My family.  Recipes.  Whether he’s coming home with me when I go to Kentucky in September.  That he was welcome in her house anytime.

I guess this visit to Kentucky really did go well.

I do think however, that my head will explode if they begin texting each other.

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3 thoughts on “My life as I know it…is ending!

  1. Tom June 24, 2009 / 06:34

    Definately a “keeper”

  2. javabear June 24, 2009 / 11:28

    LOL! OK, life as you know it is ending. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. Because this is the beginning of a new life, which includes Adam and your mom being friends. A bit scary, yes, but MUCH better than them despising each other.

    For the record, I’m pretty sure my Mama likes Superman better than she likes me. She has to love me, ’cause I’m her daughter. But Superman is a really great guy, and I can be a real bitch, so it makes sense.

  3. BearToast Joe June 24, 2009 / 15:03

    Yes, I have had the experience of my mother talking with my spouse more than with me. Actually, I didn’t mind because I didn’t really have that much to say.

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