We went on a field trip on Monday, and today we're off on another one. Unfortunately I have to be at work at 7am, fortunately it's a rockin' badass field trip. Unfortunately I can't talk about it on the blog. Boo.
This morning I was thinking about Texas. My ex-husband and I owned a home in Texas when we were stationed there, right outside San Antonio (towards New Braunfels). We had this neighbor, Jim, who had been in the Army for, like, three years in WWII and LOVED to come over and bug us and pontificate on stuff. He would go on these big tangents about what we should or shouldn't be doing, etc.
The two things I remember about Jim are that, one time, he told M., my ex, and me that he had gone to the emergency room and they found "fetal matter" in his abdomen. From his ruptured colon. Or whatever. And, although he was clearly very distressed reliving this terrible event in gory detail for all of us, it was hard not to laugh. The other thing I remember about Jim is that he always wanted my ex to go over and help him set up his computer and stuff. Jim thought he had his "own" internet. As in, "Hey, I'm having trouble getting on my internet today, is your internet down too?" He really thought that he was the only one who could be on any given website and at any one time.
I have no idea why I thought of him this morning, I haven't thought much about that house in a long time. When we got divorced Jim yelled at me. "I can't BELIEVE you are going to leave Leroy in a broken home! What kind of woman are you???" Leroy was the dog.
