Third Time’s A Charm 10 comments

Posted by grampa in random shit (Sunday April 15, 2007 at 10:48 pm)

[This was my post from yesterday]

So, it occurs to me that I’ve been carrying around some baggage from my last two relationships.

And I’m not speaking metaphorically, either.  I mean serious baggage.

You see, Girl 2006.1 (for those of you following along at home, this is the one that I tried to have the long distance relationship with on the mainland) gave me this wonderful little black travel bag for Christmas in 2005.  I think that she gave it to me in the hopes that I would travel more.  Alas, that was not to be the case.

That bag, however, has come in mighty handy.  In fact, I use it almost every single day.  Last year, when I was doing that crazy chemo thing and I had to cart about 15 different medicine around with me wherever I went, they were in that bag (much like that old black doctor’s bag that I used to carry all my drugs in back in the day – Yow, Neck you know what I’m talking about – except that this time all the drugs were legal.  And they sucked).  Now I use that bag to carry my shampoo and stuff when I go to the gym.

Girl 2006.2 gave me an Addidas Gym bag, because, well, I think that she gave it to me because she hated the site of it.  Apparently the brother of one of the guys that she prosecuted found out where she lived and broke into her house and stole all of her stuff.  I came to find out that house burglars generally don’t carry bags into your house to steal your shit, they use your own luggage to carry away your things.  Fuck’n genius.  I’ll probably use that later. 

Anyway, the police were able to recover some small fraction of her things before the crackheads smoked them all, and one of them was this bag.  Everytime she looked at the bag, she thought of the robbery and got pissed.  Now, while this led to some great grudgefuckin’ for me, she decided that she needed to get rid of the bag and thus it became mine.

I use that bag everyday when I go to the gym.

Both the girls are long gone, and I don’t know what baggage of mine they might be carrying, but I think that I probably made out in the deal.

Right, so that’s that.  My ankle is much better, I had a great weekend and was able to get back to the gym, on the elliptical (thanks ankle brace) and burn off 900 calories before 9 yesterday morning.  I went to the incindiary hell that is Kona for a friend’s wedding reception and saw a bunch of really good friends.  My college roomate Stuttering John the Baptist called me, told me that his sister has spun out into a crazy crackhead mess and other wonderful things about the life I left behind.  Then I washed my car and did all my laundry. 

After that I had pizza with my current roommate, who was losing his mind because he can’t rid himself of the crazy woman and her baggage that he’s been carrying around for so long. 

I laughed at him and found complete joy in the fact that I was single. 

Today I had coffee this morning with MadMartigan, went to the AA meeting, came home and lifted for two hours.  I had a meeting for the Big Island Gathering and then I came home and cleaned my house. 

I just had a cheesburger and now I’m gonna pass the fuck out.

All in all, a typical weekend.  My foot still hurts and it’s still purple, but it can’t keep a good Frenzy down.

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Glad you recovered this post; a very entertaining read :-)

Comment by One Wink — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 12:19 am


I didn’t recover. I rewrote.

Comment by grampa — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 5:49 am


I have baggage. Lots of the emo kind.

Comment by PeeWee — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 8:58 am


well zippidy-fucking-do-dah.

that’s all i got.

Comment by reYowlity — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 9:35 am


so the lesson here is that luggage makes a great practical gift, is that it? personally i prefer to give my friends enemies alarm clocks or coffee spoons with which to measure out their days and think of me.

of course, i have been called slightly sadistic, but only by adamant atheists that can’t seem to hold on to their atheism when horizontally disposed. naturally i dismiss them because they refuse to give me credit for my er, handi-work, as it were.

Comment by kermit — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 12:52 pm


The moral here is that I always find the best that I can in whatever situation there is.

And I don’t really give a shit what either my friends or my enemies think, it’s my own twisted perception that matters.

Comment by grampa — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 2:00 pm


Wow, a rewrite that came out that good… The first one must have been fucking fantastic!
Your philosophy/moral is great. How’s about rubbing some of that on me- er, well, you know what I meant… ;-)

Comment by One Wink — Monday.April.16.2007 @ 3:24 pm


loving that line “can’t keep a good frenzy down”…

i have a thing with bags myself. my family nickname was “bag lady” for a long time. upon getting sober i realized i was worthy of more than the plastic bags at the grocery store.

as for using your luggage to rob a home, i have a story about that but it’s too long to post here.

Comment by piglet — Tuesday.April.17.2007 @ 5:02 pm


Bags are some of the hardest things to part with. As long as they have no holes, they’re almost always useful. I still use the same bag, every day, that I bought in 1994 when I was a high school teacher. I think it still has a piece of chalk in it somewhere. It definitely has a P-38 can opener. Some old bag-related rage:

http://www.popcesspool.net/2006/07/rage.html

(Apologies for the rampant self-promotion, but I Do All Things In Honor Of You, Mi Abuelo.)

Comment by JW — Thursday.April.19.2007 @ 1:00 pm


STOP COUNTING CALORIES YOU WILL TURN INTO ME AND THEN EVERYONE WILL CALL YOU ANA AND YOU WILL BE SHIPPED OFF TO PSYCH WARD

Comment by moshi — Tuesday.April.24.2007 @ 4:55 am


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