Oh I'm so mad at myself right now. What started out as a friendly game of Frogger along I-35 tonight ended miserably at a Valero in some town called Jerrell. You know how when you travel along the highway with the same cars you kind of help each other out?That's what happened with me and this charcoal gray Toyota Tacoma with a trailer attached hauling two kayaks with two menin the cab. One elderly-ish and one that looked maybe my age or worst case 5 years older. Big rig cut me off, they slowed down, waved me in front of them. I tapped brakes at the sight of a State Trooper. As they pass, they wipe their brow as if to say thank you. This frogger like travel went on for a good 50-60 miles until I exited to get gas and they followed. I was about 40% excited, 10% freaked out, and 50% hoping they would keep driving. No, they didn't. Same gas station, same time, same pump. I started to pump the gas and the elderly-ish guy nodded and said, "Ma'am" as if to say hello in as few words as possible. Then I smiled and reciprocated with a nod and a, "Sir." Honestly, my TX accent couldn't have been worse. Almost exaggerated. I start the pump and go in to get a cup of ice. The other guy is rather nice looking, no wedding ring (which means jack sh*t these days), Camo baseball cap (I am a sucker for a baseball cap), jeans, t-shirt untucked, and he is smiling and almost staring. He's in line with me at the check out and he is in my bubble. I was there first so he is in violation. So, I lean in as if to brush him and say, "Nice looking pair of kayaks you got there." He busted out laughing so hard. I wanted to drop my ice and leave. He said, "Thank you, ma'am." Then I began to talk and honestly, I can't remember what I was saying....something about kayaking and Austin and while I love to kayak, I know NOTHING about them....but this bullcrap conversation would lead you to believe otherwise. I know nothing other than you rent them for $25/hr out at Town Lake and the fat girl has to always sit in the back. He paid for my ice. We both were laughing and smiling and I was weak in the knees and fumbled with gas pump as he mocked me to what I now know to be his father, "Pops, nice pair of kayaks you got there." I shook my head in disappointment, "Oh hush. You guys have a nice evening." Pops said to him, "She's cute." I know it wasn't a good thing. He winked and nodded and drove off into the sunset. I sat in my car cussing at myself and wondering why I don't keep my mouth shut sometimes. Damnit, Khaki. I will be single forever. I'm certain. And why was I talking like such a hick. OMG. I'm mortified. I either need to never leave my home or I need to get out more so I don't become socially inept like half the men I've dated in the past 6 months.
One more funny note, Kyan was trying to get big rigs on the way to Waco to honk. Out of the 12 we tried, we got 9 of them to cooperate. The ones that didn't, Kyan would say, "Smile at him, Mom. Smile so he can see you." I'm not sure his motives but it was cute nonetheless. I really didn't want them to go to Kevin's tonight. Not because of anything against Kevin. The past several weeks have just been really good. Sure, they've fought and we've had our moments but I'm no where NEAR stressed to the max like I was last summer at this time. I love how the boys were so excited to see Kevin and ran to his door and he didn't even get out. I held Kamdyn up to his window so he could give him the keychain we got him at Six Flags and a hug. Then Kevin said, "Get in, buckle up." I was like, wow. Almost as wowed as his response to me the other day when I asked him why he didn't call the boys, ever. "Dunno." I realized tonight standing next to him that I am completely over him. I noticed his wedding ring and it didn't phase me a bit. I look at him and see a stranger. I still have no idea why he sent me that song to listen to the other day. It was weird. I have no idea of the translation. If you just read the lyrics, you would think he was glad to be "free"...if you hear the song, male and female vocals as if that's me and Kev, it would translate that he misses me and was wrong. I just didn't respond. It doesn't matter what it meant or what he intended it to mean. We share children and live our lives so apart from one another its unreal we were even married for so long.
In less than a week we go on vacation. I'm stoked. I think I'll be able to mark off at least 3 or 4 things off my bucket list on this trip.
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