Gulf Wars -Revisited

As I said before, not too much to report. The trip down was hellish due to a demonic and maniacally possessed trailer that tried to deliver us all to Hades every so often. Therefore, we had to drive extra slow down there, have cranky people getting on each other's nerves, snarkiness, and just plain tired! Then we left a day earlier than planned, not sure of how the trailer would behave being packed differently, so we left site like 6 or 7 Saturday night and got home Sunday around 5-ish. UGH! Then I got to drive a round trip from Jolly Ol' Lafayette, Indiana up to Chicago and drop off two friends and turn straight around to go home. Only to find that no one bothered to put away unloaded trailer goodies, so I had to do that myself. The upside to this whole trip was meeting a real sweetie while at War. Now, we talk 2-5 hours a day on the cellies and it's all good and fun. Recently, he's thought of moving up to Indiana since he lives in Florida. RED LIGHT! RED LIGHT! Yes, Gulf Wars was fun, it was great to have someone fun to hang out with all week long. It was WAR and WAR does not translate to REAL WORLD, and I'm not so sure I want him to move here on the chance it might not work out very well and then I'm the one feeling like an ass because he moved up here just for me and it didn't work. I don't want to break the poor boy's heart that way. I hear from SCA veterans that people behave quite differently outside of War and that makes me take pause with extreme caution. I like him a lot, but right now, too much to deal with on the home front with a divorce looming on my horizon. Hubs dumped that one on me the day after I got back from Gulf Wars. How nice! I can't say that I didn't want it to happen, feeling there are better things out there for the both of us, just not us together anymore. It seems to be working out so far. I have the apartment up front and he's moving into my old place in the back and that's a friggen weird-arse situation, but we talk like old friends and it's working so far. No complaints there. In the meantime, Florida guy is willing to let me sort things out with that special friend who has a decision making impairment. I essentially gave him his movies back and a CD I had made with a note inside. I anticipate that either he will act in some stereotypical male fashion and toss it aside and not look at for a few weeks. Or it will lay around until the girlfriend finds it and GOES OFF like a BANSHEE! Either way, it sums up to this, being friends is fine, being more than friend is even finer, but whatever he's going to do, he needs to just DO IT! No more hot and cold - I JUST CANNOT TAKE THAT SCENARIO ANYMORE! ARRG! Oh well, end rant here. I have to get ready for the barony spring event and that involves a laundry mat and serious motivation to get it done tonight because I go on call again in the morning at 8 AM and need to get it done before then. YAY-Rah.

Tammolly

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel...
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin