The Peanut Chronicles

I.AM.EXHAUSTED.

I love coming home. Love it, love it, love it. My hometown makes me so happy. I warned Bear’s students (who are here as well) that if any of them insult my town I would open a can of whoop ass that they have never seen before. Yes, this mild mannered five foot tall little red headed sweet mamma will turn into a whirling red haired flaming and roaring bitch that will be taking names and kicking ass. Nobody fucks with my town!

But anyway… while the Bear goes off and teaches I am left to fend for myself. No worries. Nut and me will be fine. I head off to the old historic part of town to my favorite store in old town. It’s a lover’s boutique, which is a fancy way of saying high-class porn shop. They have sexy lingerie for ALL sizes, they have toys, they have accessories… they have a very small bookshelf of videos. So it’s not really a porn store per say. Anyway, I spent waaaay too much money their on corsets (yes plural) because I loaned out my corsets and SOMEONE still has them. Anyone who knows me well knows that my self-esteem is very fragile so let me just say, and it must be true if I can say it, I look really REALLY good. Oh yes, lots of tips on Tuesday.

I then made my way over to the joke of the mall in this town. Now, I know that I call the mall near my house the “ghetto mall” but in reality, this mall in comparison to the one I went to today is like Beverly Hills shopping center. I went to visit Mariposa who was working as well as Hulk. As I walked out from bugging them at their perspective jobs (hulk is the boss so it’s not like he could get in trouble too much) I ran into the H******t Honeys. Yeah!!!! I was so hoping to see them here but Honey T doesn’t seem to return emails or phone calls (you punk you.) They met the Nutter. I got pictures. Tee hee. More to add to the lovely Christmas card thing we are doing this year. Anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion that Honey T is reading this and possibly Honey J as well. What’s up guys?

After all this I am back at the coffee house in old town area. Why? Uhhh… well they have Internet and coffee. Enough said. Plus, Nut is FINALLY asleep. He took a ten-minute nap around 10 am today. THAT IS IT. What the fuck? I though that babies slept a lot. No, not my Nutter. He likes to rock out. Personally, I think that he liked Honey J’s beard. He had never seen one before. He finally fell asleep about 15 minutes ago. He had been awake since about 10 am. It’s 405 now. Holy fuck.

Being here makes me happy. Makes things with Bear better. When we are in Metropolis, shit comes up. We don’t like being there. When I am here, I begin to forget. And when you can begin to forget, then you can begin to forgive. Forgive who? Everyone. Things just make more sense here to me.

I am not a city girl. When I moved here from Metropolis (ok, fled metropolis. I’ll call it what it is.) To pretty much start over, I didn’t think I fit in here. Too small. But now I realize that I fit in here all along and it’s the city where I don’t belong. Too big and impersonal. It’s cold and busy and impersonal. When I am there, I feel like I have lost myself and I don’t really know where to be found. When I am here… I am not sure. Everything just makes sense to me. I feel like I know where I belong and what I am supposed to do with myself. I don’t feel so lost and depressed.

Yesterday is a good example of this over joyness. One, Bear’s students pointed out that I was grinning like and idiot every time they looked at me. And it’s true, I was not only grinning like an idiot but I was jumping. LITERALLY. I was jumping up and down because I was so damn happy in the parking lot of the damn hotel we were staying at. It was great. I loved it. Bear’s student’s must have thought I was out of my mind. Oh well, I don’t care.

Tomorrow I have to go home. Not before I go to the beach. I am going to go introduce Nut to his grandma. Her ashes are spread up here on one of the beaches. I rarely go to the beach because of this reason. Nut has never seen the Ocean either. I think it will be an interesting experience for him. I would have done it today but I want Bear to see Nut’s reaction. I think, like the fire works on the 4th of July, it will be priceless. And, laugh all you want, but I want a picture taken with me and Nut at the beach. It’s kind of in a weird way my photo with my mother and her first grandchild. Dumb? Sure. Do I care? Nope. I want it.

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Tiffany said...: Your suspicion is correct! Okay I'm a brat. What can I say? I do love to read blogs though...; 6:15 PM

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