The First Step!

So now here’s the test. I’m attempting to add entries to my blog on Netty & Jack’s computer.

I really hope this blog does turn into greener pastures. Because if I have to work on this computer. It is going to be a full time job. It’s just too damn slow for “instant gratification” type of guy like myself. But, I’ll digress.

Well I did it. I opened the lines of communication between Netty and myself. We discussed whether I should move back home till I get on my feet.

It went as well as to be expected. I’m still undecided.

Before we had our chat. We naturally had a fight due to the lack of communication skills between Netty & Jack.

My favorite aunt, Marlene (codename: Boonie) called. Jack heard me say hi and proceeded to tell Netty I was on the phone with Auntie Boonie. What Jack neglected to tell Netty though was that Auntie Boonie called on my cell phone.

Naturally Netty was all confused when she answered her house phone and could not hear the conversation. Then of course me trying to get one of the old Jewish ladies to shut up so I could explain that the call came in on my cell. Naturally, Netty took it the wrong way and got mad at me. So when I got off the phone, she didn’t want to hear me explain the situation. So I just walked away knowing she’d get over it soon enough. Because she knew if I wasn’t talking to her she’d have nobody else in the house to talk or complain to.

This is when I started the dialogue about moving back home. It went as expected. She said if I did this I needed to know it is her house and she is set in her ways and doesn’t want as disruptions in that flow. Also if she and Jack were arguing or she was bitching about Jack, she didn’t want me to be referee or put my two cents in. Which I know I can play by those rules, however, I know Netty can’t practice what she preaches.

Naturally when it was my turn to speak and I tried to explain this as diplomatically as I could, it did not seem she was giving the undivided attention to me as I gave to her.

That’s why I really feel strongly that if I came back, I provided her weekly/monthly rent. That way if she can’t give me the same respect, I’ll have something to take away from her.

You as all the members of our clan know, Netty says what she wants, when she wants and how she wants. And instead of letting the bitterness grow inside me and drop her like a sack of potatoes, I tell her like it is and how I feel. We all know what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

But of course Netty still hasn’t figured out that I am the way I am due to her being the way she is.
So as of right now the move will still be in the discussion stage. If I jump the gun without follow up discussions and move back, I’ll probably end up with another court date. But this time will be for MURDER!

A Double Dose of Dolly!

I Watched Beaches Last Night! Shut Up Oliver! ;o)

Wish Me Luck!

Well I’m off again for what I am sure will be a fun filled stress free week at Netty & Jack’s. Yeah Right!

I’ve been a little on edge this weekend. I’ve been battling this cold which I think I now have the upper hand on. I’m not overdosing or mixin’ & matchin’ cold medications. I’m also a tad nervous about my court date on Tuesday. Even though Sean said I have all the medical records. So it should be pretty open and shut and they will declare it a no fault accident. But of course I’ve been watching Law & Order all week and think one of the three people I hit will come in and throw a loop hole. Then, I’ll be thrown in the slammer and have a prison mate name Bubba. Thank God I don’t have HBO or the OZ dvds. That would really throw me over the edge. Jack will take me on Tuesday and Sean will meet us there. Hopefully all will go on
without a hitch.

So then I’ll stay the rest of the week with Netty & Jack, because I begin training at The MALE Center on Thursday. We all know what an ordeal I had last time I went into Boston at night and tried to get home. So the commute back to Marblehead is a bit quicker and easier. Then I thought it would be nice to save Jack an extra trip to Haverhill, I’ll stay through Memorial Day weekend.

Plus, I no longer have the patience for Sasha sitting on my lap digging her nails into me.

So hopefully my parents’ computer will allow me to post entries on my blog, so I & you don’t have to go a whole week without my musing. Their computer is old and slow, but I think I can get it to at least allow me to add text. I do, however, expect it not to have the power to supply you with graphics and video.

So I’ll add a little extra on this post so it can appease both the writer and the reader.