Midnight rides with a side of selective memory for the win...

Ever since my truck has been in the shop I have been driving this adorable clown car of a rental.  The Nissan Cube.  I love it!  It always looks like it's smiling at you.
My friend Candy has been intrigued by the Cube for a little while now so I offered to let her test drive it in the parking lot at work.  She gladly excepted and jumped in.
After she was done she got out, we said our goodbye's and home we each went.
When I got home I parked and started gathering my things in the passenger seat.  I noticed an extra cell phone and of course, me being me, the first thought in my head was that my Blackberry had given birth, but Candy had left her phone in my car accidentally.
I went upstairs to my room knowing I'd get her on Facebook.  We decided we would meet halfway between our places that night so she could get it back and this is where the fun began.
The monster begged, almost pleaded to go with me on the ride.  I explained to her that I was taking a 10 min. drive up the street and I'd be right back.  Nothing special.  The answer I got back...
"What daughter says no to her mother when she wants to go for a ride with her?"
My answer...
"This one.  I'll be back!"

Before I left, the monster demanded that I take a picture of her so Candy knew she wanted to say hello, but at the same time wanted Candy to know she was upset she couldn't meet her.

Yes folks.  This is the monster in all her nightly, before bed glory.  Just like the Mona Lisa.  A work of crazy ass art.
If I ever look like this in my 60's...someone please put me out of my misery.
To be honest, this is the exact look both she and my Nana were photographed giving at my wedding, during the ceremony.  Lovely.

Now the VI.
Today that old bastard almost made me scream.  Nothing out of the norm of course.
Now he has moved my rental numerous times.  It's a keyless entry and push button ignition.  No keys at all are needed for this car.  Fucking awesome!
Well, today, after moving my car 4 times, he apparently forgot how to get in it.  I hear him stomp upstairs which is then followed my a banging on my door.  When I say banging, I mean the door is in jeopardy of falling to the floor.  I say "What?!" about 3 times, the last one loud and filled with attitude.
He comes in finally and the first words out of his mouth are...
"Hey, don't give me attitude."
Really?  I think anyone would give attitude after answering someone 2 other times, yet the person never heard them.  Deaf son of a bitch needs to get a hearing aide.  He's in denial.
OK, I understand.  Getting old is tough, but damn it, just go with it!
He then starts asking for my keys.  I explained that there are no keys for the car.

"I can't get in to the car.  I need the keys."
"Dad, there are no keys, it's a keyless vehicle."
"Well I can't get in."
"Did you hit the button on the door?"
"What button?"
"The black button on the handle."
"Yeah and it didn't work.  I've moved it 4 times already.  I need the keys."
"Dad.  It's a keyless car.  If you've moved it already, how did you get in the car in the first place?"

He leaves and goes downstairs.  Annoyed and amused to see this in action I climbed on my bed and looked out the window to watch.
He goes to the car and starts trying to open the door.  He looks up, knowing I'm watching, looks at the car door, does something, tries the handle again, then gives up.
I run downstairs with the little fob to manually unlock it for him.  He goes back downstairs, gets in the car, and then....nothing.
I hear him walk back up the stairs again.

"It won't start."
"What do you mean it won't start?"
"It's not starting.  I've moved it 4 times already, but for some reason it won't start."
"Did you have your foot on the break while you hit the button?"
"Yeah."
"You're sure?"
"Yes."

UGH! I go downstairs in my jammies, get in my car, and start that bitch right up!
I move it behind his car.
The whole time I'm doing this he is watching me with this blank expression.  I felt kinda like a super hero.
I get out of the car walk to the stairs and while I passed him I repeated myself.

"You had your foot on the break while you hit the start button?"
"Yea...I don't know why it didn't start."
"Hmmm, yea, sure you don't."

I think he is OK for a few hours when he wakes up and then everything slowly starts to roll downhill.  The later the day gets the less memory he has....I'm sure most is selective.

They both went to bed before 8pm tonight.  It is so peaceful.
This weekend has made me feel content, happy, almost like things are going in the right direction finally.  I'm hoping it stays this way.
Actually that's a lie.  I'm hoping it gets even better, but I'm sure many folks will understand when I say I'm still hesitant.

I like my emotions shaken, not stirred...

This past week has been an emotional cocktail...it's a never ending roller coaster ride.
Between the frustration of my monster and vi with constant questions, concerns, comments about the wedding, my schedule, my truck (needs repairs)...I never got to breathe.
Then working overtime, unplanned at that...trying to be happy and upbeat during the week for my friend, having my heart broken yet again, and then getting no sleep before the wedding and carrying through with the actual day.  It has been hard to say the least.

So to begin:

My best friend got married on Saturday and I was the Maid of Honor.  It was stressful, expensive, tiring, but it was all worth it to see the smile on her face as she walked down the aisle.
All weddings are expensive no matter what, but the stress is ridiculous!
I'm talking for myself of course.  Between having to walk down that aisle with eyes on you, fearing each step I'll land flat on my face, then being introduced at the reception, to having to give a speech in front of 160 people!  Thank god I didn't pee my pants.
My stress and fear was nothing compared to hers, I'm sure.  But her and I both know she made a wonderful decision in marrying her man.  He's an amazing guy.  They are 2 peas in a pod.
They are now in Sicily enjoying an incredible honeymoon.  Jealous is an understatement.  She better get me a souvenir!

My truck needs about $2000.00 worth of work.  I'm willing to pay cus I love it and monthly car payments are out of the question since I want to get the hell out of dodge as soon as possible.  There are little perks that have made it a tolerable, such as a discount from Nissan since my father used to work there and still has friends in the right places, and my rental.  I got a Cube!  I basically am driving Cindi's car, right down to the color.  I love it.  Super cute, roomy, and turns on a dime.  Smoooooooth ride.
Of course, the vi puts in his 2 cents every time he sees me. 
"It's ugly."
"Ya know I hate that car.  Why are you driving it?"
Really? Why am I driving it? It's a little thing called a job...have to have one.  Douche.

It's also tough lately since I've entered a kind of depressive state.  No matter what I do, it's a chore.  I just want to stay in bed.  I cry at the drop of a hat.  I'm lucky if I can stomach 1 meal in a day (one hell of a weight lose plan!).  Now, I do understand that what is in my head may be the opposite of reality.  I analyze things to death.  It's a huge flaw I have and most women have it.  It comes on when there is no communication, nothing to dowse the flames of  doubt.  I guess to ready yourself for the worst is always the best thing to do.  It's hard though, you can't just flip a switch and pretend everything is fine.  If life was that easy we wouldn't appreciate the little things it has to offer.

Now if you are chomping at the bit for info on the Monster, there's plenty.  She's sporadically jumped the crazy fence numerous times over the last week.  I'm not sure if the woman is getting Alzheimer's or not, but how many times do you have to tell someone your in a wedding that week before they actually remember.  She's a goldfish who's surprised by the plastic castle every time. 3 second memory.
Then to top that off, to call me each day, even when I'm with the bride.  Are you serious?  Can you not handle my absence for 1 day?  She even admitted she wanted to call me during the ceremony...someone needs a swift kick in the ass.
I arrived back home after the wedding and informed my monster that I had not slept for 24 hrs.  I was exhausted and wanted to go right to bed.  Well, that wasn't acceptable.  She started commenting on how wonderful I looked, why didn't I do my makeup everyday cus I look like a model and would get so much more attention if I just took care of myself more, was that really how Cindi decided to have my hair cus it was so flat (rain does that moron), Oh look at your nails, etc.
I put a little attitude into comments and that finally gave her the hint cus the next words out of her mouth were...
"Go upstairs, go to bed.  That's what you want so go."
Thanks! I appreciate your concern...off I go!
5 hours later she's waking me up only for me to shower and fall back to sleep for 10 more hours.

I have a little break from both of them Thursday night since they are going to MGM Foxwoods for the night, but that really does me no good since I'm working anyway.  Bleck.
I guess just knowing they are gone will make all the difference.  I can only hope.

I wish so many things in my life were easier.  I'm sure one day they will be, but for now I can only hope, pray, and fight.