I give the gift of the following appendages
I have a strange sense of being relieved of the weekend, and how incredibly sad is that?

Alberto decides to move into my little place for the remainder of the lease. There are several conversations on this to reassure him that I fully understand what it is that is going to happen. We know I am easily suffocated under such arrangements, however I'm hoping that with the time limitations set, I can keep my composure. He's like a brother to me, and I tell him what is on my mind clearly and completely... The deal- he'll pay me a little money and teach me Spanish, and I'll share my space. Two months. I can do this....because Barcelona might not exist if I cannot...

Father's Day-my mother has forced me to sit down and sift through the crates of the highschool years. I hollow them out until I have a stack of a dozen or so books, and 2 boxes of letters, old jewelry, broken desk chunks, painted bridge momentos, and cheesy valentines. Other noteable discoveries include: my first communion rosary, the hood ornament from my first car, marias letter to me about her parent's divorce, a chainletter from the 8th grade, and a letter written to an El Paso friend by an ex-boyfriend asking her to provide authorities with a detailed alibi and closing with vague mention of being in big trouble. (nothing of this exists in my memories)

Also noteable- a stash of old love letter's and pictures from my brother's ex-girlfriend, the GinaMonster. I'm wondering if he's hidden them amongst my things for safe keeping (my collection of letters and notes-each one from 2nd grade on- is prolific by conservative estimates.) What does one do with the tangible things left from old loves? Especially with fiances in ones life?

It exists only for you to brush up against it when your mother forces it's removal, or maybe show and tell for your childhood stories in the event that you have children. It's so silly that I keep all this stuff. Things I discarded this weekend never to see again- my hot pink caboodle (did I ever really have so much makeup?), my hot pink Chuck all stars, countless stolen ashtrays, plastic bugs, hall passes, doctors notes, and season football schedules. No big deal.