Just for the record, the past two days have mostly sucked. They would have totally sucked had it not been for a certain heroine named Nami. Although, I suppose that a fool could argue that part of it could not have happened with out here either.
Turn the way back machine to yesterday. It was the date of another first in the ballad of Lumpy and Grinny (Grinny is my pet name for Nami who weighs in at about 98 pounds and 99 of them are teeth and grin.). The stellar event was out first "falling out".
For those of you who know me personally, you all know that money is very tight for me right now. I have sacrificed almost everything to return to school and, I don't care if this offends my university, "false promises" made by the financial aide department have left me in a world of hurt.
If it were not for the grace of my Fraternity, Family and Friends, I would have been dead in financial Dire Straights long ago. I have a newfound appreciation for sympathy and understanding because of this experience.
Nami, though a more recent addition to my corner of cyberspace, has been paramount in helping me overcome this obstacle the Lord has placed before me. The bottom line is that Nami is not only a very hard worker but very good with managing her money. I am also a good worker and have, at times in the past, been very good with my money. Presently, I have been using my hectic schedule an excuse to spend money, mostly on fast food, frivolously. I have also used my schedule as an excuse to pay things late.
Following typical suit, I let the cell phone bill go and ended up paying a late fee. Nami, justifiably so, was less than pleased with me. I, of course, called upon the mystical powers of the "jerk gene" bestowed to every male and did, what any "reasonable" male would do. I defended my irrational and irresponsible stance.
This made me about as popular as the topic of increased government spending during an election debate. Needless to say, I did not get a goodbye kiss when she was still decent enough to drop me at work. I instead got "Get Out!" and "Go!". Keeping true to my genetic defect, I proceeded to get angry.
Now , of course, the inevitable does eventually occur. That is, the definitive and undeniable realization that one is wrong. This of course happens when she is in class and I am in a part of the clinic where I cannot send nor receive phone calls. The next step follows undeniable guilt. Then, naturally, raging anger at ones own stupidity.
Next step in typical male stupid behavior. As soon as you leave work, call repetitively and beg forgiveness. Thank God she is a Saint. When I left for job two she called and talked to me. This woman is a Saint. Do you believe I actually got a phone call from here and she tried to apologize? Man, am I blessed.
The saga has not yet ended. Right after my third shift gig, Nami was going to pick me up to see one of my favorite persons who I like to see the least. That is my dentist. I was scheduled for four extractions.
They got through three extractions when the anesthetic wore off. They had already given me the maximum dose and I was already in the chair for over two hours. Actually, it is better put that the anesthetic wore out half way through yanking the third tooth.
Now I am a pretty tough guy but the quickest way to turn me into a sniveling pathetic baby is to give me a tooth ache or an earache. When I was done all I wanted to do was medicate and sleep. My heroine, Nami, was quick to get me to the pharmacy, home, rub my neck until I finally passed out, did my laundry as I dozed and took care of the groceries as well.
Before I started tonights shift, I paused to reflect and prayed "Lord, please remind me how blessed I am, help me deal with this pain and, above all, please, no matter how painful, fix my genetic defect.".
Well that is it for now I am off toe write my new book. "Creative Cooking with Tofu, Yougurt and cottage Cheese.".
