This is how it works: Cowboy calls me and I have to call his mom, dad and one of his brothers. Just call me command central.
Yesterday, while I was in the most boring meeting of my life, Cowboy called and left me a message that he was in Country A (he cannot tell me where he is) and then possibly going to Country B or straight into Iraq. It was the sweetest message ever, if I say so. From there, I’m to call the family members.
Let me point out this task would normally annoy me. Getting it up and talking to family that are not my family is no fun. I don’t even like talking on the phone to my aunts. I know. Rude? Not, really. Its just the same old small talk. “Where do you work now?” “You married, yet?”, “Kids?”, “You like it over there?”. Same questions, same answers. And then there are the uncomfortable silences – where you have run out of things to say to each other but only a minute has passed. What to do? “So…I hear youse guys got a lot of rain” is what they usually say next.
Calling Cowboy’s family wasn’t really as anticipating as a trip to Coldstone Creamery. I really want to put an effort into each call I make. Cowboy and his family are both depending on me to deliver his news. I don’t want to fail him. And I want him to be proud of his command central. I could just text them the news or make it a short, brief call, “hello. Here’s the news. We’re done. Bye” Nah - I’m going to give it my all.
First call – the dad. Did I tell you that Cowboy’s dad lives in Salt Lake City? He does. When I was there we tried really hard to meet up but since I work for non-planners, it didn’t really work out. Something always popped up to stop the meet from happening. Never fear, he will be in Dallas for a 5 hour layover in 2 weeks and I’ll get my chance then. We’ll talk about that later, I am sure of it. I’ve never met his dad but we’ve spoken on the phone about three times. He reminds me of my grandfather. Yelling into the phone and the call is always cut off, followed by two more attempts at using the cell phone to reconnect only to start the conversation from scratch. He is a sweet man from what I can tell over the phone. I called and our three phone calls/ one conversation lasted for 15 minutes. He had a ton of questions. Why? Cowboy forgot to call him and say goodbye before he left! His poor dad still thought Cowboy was in America. Sheesh, boys.
Then, I called his mom. This woman seriously would have us married before the end of the year. I can feel her enormous love for me over the phone. And to think, she was the one I was the most worried about before meeting her. Somehow, I got caught up in a half hour conversation with her. She was telling me how happy and grateful Cowboy was when I made buffalo chicken lasagna. She told me she told him, that he was lucky to have a ‘contemporary woman cooking and looking after him’ – how I didn’t laugh when she told me this, I don’t know. I so need to remember that for our vows or something.
Lastly, was his brother. You know how you have a group of friends (or maybe your family is like this) and you tell one friend something and its not a secret but you kinda somehow forget to tell the other friends and they find out anyway from the original friend who knew? Did you follow that?
That’s how my conversation went with his brother. Turns out he is waiting to renew his lease until Cowboy comes back. Why? To see if Cowboy (and I) move out to Phoenix, if that happens he wants to move out closer to where we’ll be.
WHOA. WHOA. WHOA.
1. Yes, I kinda already know that Cowboy would not mind living in Phoenix because that’s where his brothers are. And if he moves with his company, the position (not offered to him, yet, he is just in talks with his would-be boss) pays a 50% raise from what he makes now.
2. This was all talk to me. Cowboy has been talking about it since December. I don’t take talks like this seriously until there is an offer. But his brother is holding off lease renewals – so what does he know, that I don’t? I so doubt we would move. Highly doubt it but I couldn’t tell his brother that.
Command central, what do we do? I can tell you I’m definitely looking forward to the next round of calls.
CD Project: DMX’s And Then There was XReason I bought the CD: Ha! I never bought this. This is one of those, I borrowed from a boyfriend and then kept it forever after. And I won’t lie, every time I hear, “What’s My Name”, I think of driving in the car with Brian. And since there is no shame, that’s my favorite track on the CD. I think its perfectly okay to reminisce about that.