Life In My Empty Nest

Tell It Like It Is

I went to the Reno Air Races with my husband. We met up with my sister and her husband on Saturday.  I knew it was going to be a blast.  They had lined up gold pit passes for us and even got us into the chairman's club.  That was awesome.  We ordered drinks, sat back and watched some of the races.  I had two and half Bloody Mary's on board when this friend of my brother-in-law's (BIL)  walks up and starts to talk to  him.    I had been joking around with this guy at the open bar inside.  I said to him, "Wow, if I had known you knew my BIL I would of treated you better." He and my BIL laughed.  Introductions went around.  Then he, this guy, introduced his poor friend by telling everyone,"Yeah, you have to watch out for this guy, he jacks off in his pockets."  I shot back with, "So I need to watch his shoes for white stuff?" OMG, you would of thought I shot his puppy.  My BIL, husband, this guy and the friend all shouted foul.  Let me repeat this. THEY shouted foul.  My BIL and this guy said I crossed the red line.  I let it slide.  I wanted to come back with, "Then, WTF are you  talking about that shit in front of your friend's wife,  sister-in-law and 3 other women you don't know that are  all within ear shot of you?" Of course, I would of embarrassed my sister and my husband. So, once again, I just look like the dumbass white trash and said nothing.   No one else matters to me. Do not get me wrong I love my sister and husband fiercely.  They just do not understand my rhyme or reason. So, sometimes I suffer in silence and go on.

I guess in the world of bad ass pilots, or men in general, it gives you license to cross the red line without regard for the women standing around.  We are mere little females. God forbid one of us turn the tables.    I have given up on  asking nicely.  My husband has even been known to  use fuck in normal  conversation with me.  If I start he looks at  me like I am from mars.  I will say something like, " No fucking way, then what happened?"  He will look at me and ask why I am talking to him like that.  I just stare at him until his light bulb comes on.  He loves me with all his heart.  He forgets.  So do his friends.   I do the same thing to them.  I don't care anymore.  Dads, do you want your daughters saying those things?  No? Then stop, now.  Teach your sons.  Teach your bad ass pilot sons.

Now I do have to confess, I did vonlunteer my sister for a blow job. I wanted a free t-shirt.  Of course she didn't have to perform said blow job.  We just kissed him on the cheek.  My husband was standing there.  Kinda kinky but not.  We got the t-shirts for our husbands. No, really.  I do have a side that pushes the limits.  I sure didn't see my husband bitching when he got a free t-shirt out of it. 

My solace is that I have friends that I can be real with.  I do not have to worry how I am with them.  They know me.  They do not run from me.  I can relax around them. Let my hair down and not have them look at me like they are ashamed to be seen me.  God love you Teri, Tracy, Mary, Dawn, Cindy and Nae