Sunday, February 11, 2007

Sunday Mop Up 02/11/07

It was a rough week. Seriously. I'm house/cat sitting for friends who have run off to Palm Springs for a Big Man weekend and then are spending some time in Las Vegas; it was my second Friday of all-day database training for work; and I managed to fall off of Sex Mountain. That's right, and no, I'm not going to explain the last part.

So, I'm bruised, sore, my back has gone out on me again from the way I torqued it as I fell (nearly) to my death, and I have a sinus headache. But, it's Sunday - so I have laundry laundering, I have coffee cafeinnating me, and I have this opportunity to catch you up on All Things Jimbo. Well, selected things, anyway. Feel free to take notes.

Newsflash: Jimmy Likes Pussies!

Cat sitting has just solidified my decision that I want a cat of my own. Of course, no cat I'll ever find will live up to the coolness and righteousness of Chico and Gracie, the two badasses whom I serve this week, but that's okay. These two animals would make any non-cat lover reconsider their position. Just the best. I'm gonna head to the shelter this Spring and rescue a deserving feline.


Okay, I get the basic concept. You build your tables, you develop your forms, you create your queries, you run your reports. As far as I'm concerned, you can also use a razor to remove my eyelids, stuff the keyboard sideways up my ass, and stab me in the neck repeatedly with a ballpoint pen. Any of these three activities are more entertaining and interesting to me than the anal-retentive process of building a database. This is what my boss and my boss's boss want me to get into, become an expert at, and live for? Uh oh, I'm in big trouble here!

Part of the problem is that I have to use a pre-existing database, built by the Director of Programming, on a daily basis. Well, the more I am learning how to properly build a good database, the more I am seeing the problems with the actual database that I use. A database, by the way, that the Director is very proud of and completely territorial with. I am to learn about these things so that I can better use it, but will have no power to change, or fix, what he's got. A little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing, folks, and I am already seeing flaws. I have been advised by my boss to keep my mouth shut about this. C'mon now! Me? Keep my mouth shut? God help me.

Peggy, Texas (revisited)

I hadn't seen My Favorite Margaret, the Peg O' My Heart, since before Christmas - quite a ways before Christmas, I do believe. With the nasty weather of late, I had yet to make my way back to Houston to exchange gifts and hang out as I should have. We do a pretty good job of keeping in touch on the phone, but in the past few weeks I had not picked up the phone to call her and things got strangely quiet from her as well.

I should have known there was something wrong.

Peggy called me this week. She went in for her mammogram two weeks ago, and they have found three masses in her breasts. This is a woman who underwent a partial mastectomy 7 years ago for a single lump.

I freaked, as I always do. She calmly and cooly told me that she intends to have a full-tilt double mastectomy as soon as possible. When she told me, I clenched so hard that my cock retreated fully and completely into my abdominal cavity. I still don't want to think about it for too long.

Her doctor's still want to do biopsies and proceed with caution. Peggy does not. She knows what she wants and she wants it to happen NOW. Far be it from me to argue with her. I knew what I needed to do. I jumped in the truck and drove to Houston to be with her.

We spent yesterday together, laughing and talking. She gave me my Christmas and birthday gifts, and then we went shopping for hers. We found a killer pendant that she will put on a chain, and a matching pair of earrings for her. She's all about these little jewelry wholesalers in Houston on a street called "Harwin", I think. Anyway, the gift exchange was awesome, and we followed it up with a trip to a little Japanese restaurant called "Zake" (there's an accent over that 'e') on Shepard and West Alabama. We feasted on baked avacado, gyozo, lamb chops, and grilled duck breast. Oh.My.God!

Since I have yet to find a mattress that I like and that I can afford, when we got back to her place, she made me stretch out on her new Spring Air and crawled up next to me, while we talked about Life, a little about Death, and even some about Reincarnation. It was nice. I love her, and I told her so.

I'll head back when she has her surgery. Meanwhile, she is continually on my mind.

Writing Checks

Do you ever do this anymore? Not me, it seems. I pay my bills online and use my debit card for purchases. I just noticed today that the only time I will write a check is when I order a pizza. I ordered a pizza today. Pepperoni, mushroom, and onion. I'll save you a slice.


Anonymous said...

Tell Peggy that my family and I are adding her to our prayers.
David, Mindy, Baileigh

Melissa said...

I would do exactly what your friend is doing. You can live without tits, you can't live with cancer. My fingers are crossed and I'm hoping for the very best. *hugs* to both of you.