Look at Momma go!

Jazzer's picture

Hi kids,

This is the second time I've written this blog; right when I was finishing it up the first time, I somehow deleted it completely. :-\ Meh. Let's see if I can get through this one....

Yesterday was a day of ups and downs. To start things off, I got a telephone call early in the morning. I thought it was going to be the plumber calling and telling me what time he could come down (for those of you who aren't caught up, you should read my last blog, "OMG! Momma fell!") But instead of hearing the plumber on the other end, I hear someone better: the owner of the house! Yay! He must have gotten my E-Mail (I wasn't sure if he was going to or not). He called and I re-explained the situation of the broken pipe and how we couldn't find the water main, etc. He told me how to get to the access panel in the basement and shut off the outside water line, so that the pipe would stop gushing water.

Excited with my news, I went downstairs and turned off the outside water line. It was almost as easy as shopping, but not nearly as fun. :-D Satisfied that I'd done one butch thing for the day, I went upstairs and took a shower.

Since the weather here has been ghastly, with snow, freezing rain, and ice, I haven't been out much--only for REALLY important things, like grocery shopping. Yesterday, it looked like things were clearning up and warming up, so I decided that while the weather was somewhat nice, I should shovel my parking spot, because if I had to get up for school the next day (today, Friday), I wouldn't have anybody to help me push my car out. So, I put on my winter gear and started shovelling snow.

You know, every once in a while, I'll have my butch moments; that's not uncommon. But, it is a rare instance indeed when I have prolonged butch moments AND I actually like it. Take shovelling, for example. I was out there for almost two hours straight with those snow shovels, clearing out the driveway and making my parking spot a bit more inhabitable for my car. And I was actually enjoying myself in the process. I'm not sure what it was; perhaps since I'd been stuck in the house for three days, ANY activity was welcome.

At any rate, I had a grand time being butch! :) I finished just in time to take a 30 minute nap, and then head out to town. My friend is leaving on a trip for NY tomorrow, and he wanted to have a little get-together with some of his closest friends at this really classy (straight) bar. I knew that a really cute guy that I'd gone on a date with a year ago was going to be there, as well as some other people I did and did not know, so it was going to be a fairly easy social experience.

The evening went fabulously. The host got WAY drunk, which was riotously fun(ny), and Momma got a little tipsy, which just added to the funness of it all. Now that I think about it, I wasn't as tipsy as I was relaxed. I mean, I WAS surrounded by cute guys (one was sitting right next to me), so I had to calm down a little bit. And by calm down, I mean not be so nervous so that I can be my outgoing, gregarious self. And that's what I was throughout the evening.

We were all paying with our credit cards and things, and she brings mine back and says that mine wasn't going through. Right away, I knew exactly what it was. You see, since I hadn't been working the past couple of days because of the bad weather, I haven't been using cash for my transactions as I normally do; I've been using my card. So when she told me that, I knew that I hadn't been keeping very good track of my balance, and that I was almost to nothing. Luckily, the host said he'd cover it, and all was well. Mostly.

I decided at that point I should leave, because it was rather embarrassing, and I didn't feel social anymore. Nobody really seemed to care, but that wasn't the point. And certainly, if that had happened to one of my friends, I wouldn't have thought twice about helping him/her out, and I would have only been too happy to help out. But I guess I'm much too hard on myself in situations like these.

On my way home, I remembered that tonight was church choir rehearsal, so I decided to stop by the church, because I wanted to see if rehearsal was still on. When I realized it wasn't, I went back to my car, and realized that I was stuck. Oh great. First, I'm poor. Second, I'm stuck. It wasn't that bad, and I knew I'd eventually get out. So here I am, spinning out, trying to get out of my parking spot in downtown, when a hot guy my age comes up to me.

"Can I help push you out?" he asked.

"Sure, I'd love the help." We tried pushing the car out, but it didn't help much. I was still stuck.

Then, he offered, "I'm a valet for the __________ Hotel; would you mind if I gave it a try?" So I let him try. And much to my relief, it worked! He drove the car back onto the bare pavement, and we were both on our way. I thanked him for his help, and would've given him some money, but, well...you know... :-P

So I *FINALLY* got home. What a relief it was to be able to park the car (in a newly cleared parking spot) and go inside. i went to bed early last night, and got up mid-morning. It was a long day, and I needed the rest.

School is cancelled for the 4th day in a row today, and I don't work today, either, so I think today is going to be my day to pick up my paycheck, deposit it so I can get some money, and then go out tonight, this time keeping better track of my finances.

You kids behave and be nice, so you don't turn out like me. :-P



Tiki's picture


informative and entertaining.

Dreaming of the Blue Hawaiian Diner...

v a n d a l's picture

so we dont turn out like you?

so we dont turn out like you? oh cmon, how fun would the world be if we were all little versions of you (some more femenine than others) ;) hehe

Jazzer's picture


I don't know about fun, but we'd all sure as hell would have stories to tell about it! :-D


Some people's kids...I tell ya!