I missed my flight, waited an hour, caught the next one, and two hours later I'm back in Boston.

Hooray [?]

I miss my ma, my brother, I miss putzing around.

Friday I spent with my mom, I kind of got upset with her that day. I went along with her to the Navy Exchange to try and shop. Try being the keyword. As I walked around with my buggy, I ran into one of my moms friends. Let the interrogating begin.

"How is Boston?"

"It's good...good."

"How old are you now?"

"I just turned 29."

"Do you hab[have] boypren [boyfriend]?"

I said no through clenched teeth, smiling, "I have to get going now." I strolled along looking for my madre when I noticed she was standing next to five of her friends. I tried to bang a u-e when, "Emmalyn, come say hello."

"Awe fuck," I thought. I did my duty and went and said hello to all the "auntie's" [can someone explain to me why I must call these women my aunties? We're not even related. Okay, I know it's out of respect but man, it feels weird]. They asked me so many questions, the ones that annoyed me the most, "Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? How come? Do you want to meet my son? He's in the Navy."

I started to have hotflashes, couldn't breath. I excused myself and left my buggy with my mom. About twenty minutes later, my mom found me sitting in the cafeteria. She asked me why I was being so rude, "I wasn't being rude...I said excuse me, didn't I?" I explained to her that I wasn't a whorebag [she wasn't familiar with the term] and I asked her why she was so inclined on me being set up with one of her friends kids...

"Because, I don't want you to end up an old maid."

I got upset when she said that. I kindly reminded her of her relationship with my dad, how if it takes me 'till I'm 40, or even if I don't end up with anyone at all than ending up with someone like my dad, that it was mighty fine with me.

I have a vibrator, I can adopt kids [though, I didn't say that part to her.]

Saturday













I spent Saturday with my best friends from high school, Catherine and Andrew [high school sweethearts] and their two boys. We couldn't figure out what to do on a cold, dreary, Wisconcin day, so we did what we do best. We ate. On the menu:

Pot roast, mashed potatos with gravy, mushrooms, fried okra, hush puppies, sweet potatos, seasoned potatos, fried chicken, shrimp, macaroni and cheese, banana pudding. There was more food but I'm getting sick just thinking about how much food we ate. On the way back to Illinois, driving back to my ma's house we had a good laugh. I looked out the passenger window of Catherine's soccermom SUV to find a car full of hispanic, gang banger looking boys staring into our vehicle which made me laugh, which of course made the boys smile.

"Catherine look." She looks, she starts crackin' up. They followed us for a few miles, speeding up when we sped up, "Catherine, you need to book it before one of 'em pulls out a gun." We finally lost them when she took a hard turn. We were laughing the entire time.

"Oh man did that feel like we were back in high school or what?"




Man, we're gettin' old.