I Want Initials

One of the issues that invariably arises when I have friends who read the blog is they want initials. If they are mentioned in the blog they want initials. Well for the most part it just would not be practical to give everyone initials because I can't remember them all and I have to go back and look and then everyone who reads the blog can't keep track. So, it has been awhile since I actually gave out initials. But, last night, I caved. I know, I know, but when my best friend came over she brought Krispy Kremes. Two dozen of them. I'm a sucker for them. She said she was happy and everything to be mentioned in the blog and appreciated The Lovely Bones rant, but she wanted initials. Basically anyone who voluntarily comes to my house, can make my mom actually smile and dodge an ass grab from my dad deserves something. Not that my dad does it to everyone. I mean she may be my best friend, but I am still going to take a look if you know what I mean.

Anyway she came over because she thought she was going to get to watch 90210 upstairs where you can breathe. It's much better now that mom got one of those fans to blow her cigarette smoke out of the way. But, what she got instead was a fat man crying. Last night, when I got home from work, I tripped over something and fell really hard onto my bed, and it broke. Not usually a big deal right? Well I have a water bed and it is old and has been patched up a lot, but apparently the patches finally gave weigh as well as a great deal of water.

I love that bed. I have had it as long as I can remember. Sure, it was impossible to get out of it each morning and as I rediscovered when I moved back home, the sounds of the water make me get up much more frequently to pee than is really fun, but I had missed it while I had been gone so it was worth it. I remember when I got it, I thought it was the greatest thing ever. It was also the time I moved from a bedroom upstairs to the basement because of the chance of a leak. A teenager living in the basement with a water bed. I was cool. Now that is has been many decades and I am back in the same place, it doesn't seem as cool anymore.

While I was mopping up the mess, FW (her new initials) came over and listened as I told stories about the water bed and all the stories about it and other things that have happened in my past. I know all of you find it funny or extremely sad that I am back in a basement at home at my age, but even though I make fun of it, it is not exactly the place I want to be. So, FW got to listen to me ramble and offered some great advice, which is why of course she is my best friend. That and lots of other reasons. I think the water bed breaking was a good thing, and instead of just permanently moving to the futon, or buying a new bed, I think that I need to try and get out of the basement and move on again with my life. When you are back living at home it is kind of like your life just doesn't move forward because although you have a real job, you are still living under the roof of your parents, and so you kind of seem to be in some really weird parallel dimension.

So, for helping me come to that understanding and for not screaming at the mouse that scampered across the floor, FW gets initials. Now, I just need to find a new place to live and a company that still makes water beds.