Well Let's See

Ok. Here it is. All of the Shit. That is my life. Lately. And some
of the not so shitty stuff. Pay attention. Some of the shitty stuff
is stuff I've done. YEP. Ooo-k. Here we go.

My dad IS going to have to have the bad surgery where they have
to open him up to do the surgery. They are doing it Monday. If
he survives the surgery he will be in the hospital in ICU for a while
and then in the hospital for at least two weeks.

I slept with a MARRIED 28 year old vendor. Very gorgeous and
he did take his ring off so that I wouldn't know he was married.

I was drunk and there was a storm and his room was closer than
my car and he suggested I stay for a while until the storm, you
know, ended. I have actually successfully negotiated this maneu-
ver in the past. But this guy was a cuddler. Oh fuck that. This guy
was horny. And very good with his hands. And an excellent lay.

Beautiful green eyes by the way. And did I mention that although
he took his ring off, I am wise to that particular maneuver so I did
ask sometime during dinner, so hey, how long have you been mar-
ried? And he sheepishly replied, "Six years." So yes, I KNEW. So
I'm sure if my dad doesn't die due to poor health and difficulty of
surgery he will now succumb because God is punishing me for phil-
andering. Or for leading the married guy into philandering. Or for,
you know, LETTING him philander. Which I'm sure he NEVER in-
tended to do. That's why he took the ring off. But I digress. I
mean, rationalize.

And of course, the married vendor will get off scott free because he
has probably done this a million times before and I am solely respon-
sible for the sins of the world. Or so I was told last time I posed in a
thong on my blog. So apparently I really AM a slut and a whore. Well
ok then.

I had a date with the phlebotomist from my doctor's office (who is
also a volunteer fireman and so totally not my speed) and I did NOT
sleep with him as I was not remotely attracted to the guy but now I
see the guy every time I go to my Doc's office and he asks me out
again and I don't know a nice way to tell him hey, its just not going to
work out. Umm, guys? Anyone want to respond to this one?

I went to Dallas to see a customer. Still trying to sell her a product
that I can't seem to get any of the plants to make the way I know
she wants it. Very frustrating. It could be so great if I could find
someone to make it.

Ok but back to what I'm avoiding. MONDAY. My dad. I'm at utter-
ly and completely terrified that he isn't going to make it. So I go talk
to my doctor. He says, "Syd, given the complications your dad has,
it really doesn't look like a very good prognosis." So anyway. We'll
spend as much time as we can with him this weekend and hope for
the best.

Oh yeah, and you guys are going to get tired of me saying this, but
all of you smokers? It really will kill you. Young sometimes. My
dad is only 61. His arteries and lungs are shot. If you don't ever
plan to have kids, then whatever. But if you love your kids, you
might want to try to stick around for them.