my sunday

this is your first day with me, but for my own sanity i will write this out just like i plan to do every other day.

ok, here we go.

i had just gotten back from Calgary with my sister last night late, and my mom woke me up at 6:30 so i could be a caddy in the fundraiser golf tournament thats held here every year. i had volunteered a while ago, and my mom is one of the organizers.
this is a transcript of our conversation this morning:

Mom: honey, time to get up...
Me: nurr.... *completely covers self with blanket, attempts to regain sleep*
Mom: you have to caddy today, remember?
Me: nur...?
Mom: yes, and i woke you up with time to have a shower. breakfast will be served from 7 to 7:30 at the clubhouse for you, and then they'll prep you for caddying, and then you'l' meet your groups before going out. i'll be there, too, and your friend Adam vounteered this year, too, so i made sure to put you two in groups next to each other. And you know what? I won an award last night for my volunteer work with this, so don't be confused if anyone asks you about it. walk the dog after you come downstairs, and don't forget to--
Me: Mom, i cant get up until you leave.
Mom: oh, why's that, honey? remember to have your shower, and don't leave your towel on the floor this morning, and--
Me: nur...

she left shortly after, and i got up from my bed and went directly into the shower, blasting water over myself. some of you are asking, 'what about pajamas!?', but no, none of those.
'boxers?' you ask.
umm.... no. its my bed, and i like it nekkid. and my mom makes my life... difficult, for lack of a better word. in strange ways.



the golf thingy was good, btw. i've done it for the past several years, every time since the first, actually. its not too eventful, and i get ridiculous amounts of free food. free things are always better, and this food was goooooood.

Adam (the friend mentioned earlier) and i (me, Bender) hung around in the main town area for a bit after the tourny, since he was looking for a new ski jacket for this winter, and i was bored. i caught a bus home when we were done, w/o jacket due to the fact it wasnt a very serious jacket hunt.

an angel got on the bus.
she had been sitting on the concrete wall behind the bus pole, white-gold hair in a ponytail that bobbed gently as she bounced her runner heels off the cement. she looked up and smiled when the bus approached. we didnt stop though. waving, she ran after it, yelling for us to stop.
i yelled at the driver, who had until then been completely oblivious, riding even cushier seats in the land of stopless routes.

he stopped, and she got on.
a brilliant smile, dancers legs, oversized grey hoodie, blue eyes. i looked away as she waltzed down the swaying aisle, afraid to stare. she sat down on the opposite bench.

i turned toward her.
'lucky you,' i told her. she smiled, looked out the window. she was young, a year or two younger than me. i didn't look at her again till she go off the bus, when i smiled. she walked out of the rear doors, having not seen my farewell.




errr, i think thats about it. you'l hear about more people i know later, and i'l try to post every day or two. my laptop goes everywhere i do.