Saturday, April 26, 2003
Gawd. So much to say, so little time. This has been the "weekend" (in quotes 'cause my two days off were not Saturday and Sunday this week) of Dealing With Extremely Insensitive and Inappropriate People. Sheesh...
Big Ass entries coming soon...
However, "A Mighty Wind" is absolutely freakin' hilarious. WHA' HAPPENED?
Big Ass entries coming soon...
However, "A Mighty Wind" is absolutely freakin' hilarious. WHA' HAPPENED?
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Gonna blog, gonna blog, gonna blog right now,
gonna blog, gonna blog, gonna BLOGGGGG-
(To the tune of the Detrol LA commercial, "Gotta Go, Gotta Go right now...," which, by the way, is an effective medication)
Yeah, blogging is a habit I really like, and I'm getting out of it, and I hate that.
Anyway, things are pretty good with me these days, just trying to get back on track. I've been really tired lately. I slept from 7:30 p.m. last night to 10 a.m. this morning, which was absolutely delicious, but sadly, I do still feel sleepy. Hmmm.... I have kind of been running at a fever pitch since about ten days ago, so that's probably why.
But my "weekend" is Thursday and Friday this week, so technically, this is my last day of work this week.
Unfortunately, all of Thursday I will be running around trying to finish - well, errands, I guess- but pain in the ass errands! Like trying, One. More. Time. to get a New York state drivers' license. But this time, I'm going armed with my passport, SS card, Florida license, an official piece of post-marked mail from my apartment in New York, the signed form from 1997 saying I passed my drivers' test in PA, my title of ownership, my vision correction prescription and my Florida drivers' license (now sufficiently past the four month validity date, thank you very much), so this time there is NO FREAKIN' WAY they can not tell me that I do not drive, do not see, do not have a car, do not live in New York state, do not have a drivers' license at all, do not have a drivers' license for long enough, or simply do not exist. Blah.
If anyone in the Greater Metropolitan Area would like to meet for celebratory drinks after this happens, I'm buyin' (provided I don't get carded and told my drivers' license is somehow null and void... ;)
gonna blog, gonna blog, gonna BLOGGGGG-
(To the tune of the Detrol LA commercial, "Gotta Go, Gotta Go right now...," which, by the way, is an effective medication)
Yeah, blogging is a habit I really like, and I'm getting out of it, and I hate that.
Anyway, things are pretty good with me these days, just trying to get back on track. I've been really tired lately. I slept from 7:30 p.m. last night to 10 a.m. this morning, which was absolutely delicious, but sadly, I do still feel sleepy. Hmmm.... I have kind of been running at a fever pitch since about ten days ago, so that's probably why.
But my "weekend" is Thursday and Friday this week, so technically, this is my last day of work this week.
Unfortunately, all of Thursday I will be running around trying to finish - well, errands, I guess- but pain in the ass errands! Like trying, One. More. Time. to get a New York state drivers' license. But this time, I'm going armed with my passport, SS card, Florida license, an official piece of post-marked mail from my apartment in New York, the signed form from 1997 saying I passed my drivers' test in PA, my title of ownership, my vision correction prescription and my Florida drivers' license (now sufficiently past the four month validity date, thank you very much), so this time there is NO FREAKIN' WAY they can not tell me that I do not drive, do not see, do not have a car, do not live in New York state, do not have a drivers' license at all, do not have a drivers' license for long enough, or simply do not exist. Blah.
If anyone in the Greater Metropolitan Area would like to meet for celebratory drinks after this happens, I'm buyin' (provided I don't get carded and told my drivers' license is somehow null and void... ;)
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
And we're back! Okay! Whee! Sorry... did you miss me? Thanks to Alissa for her faithful blogging; getting to read good, long funny entries without writing anything on mine gives me Blogger Guilt Hives. Ew.
Anyway, so basically I spent the last ten days or so fishing my relationship with Stephen out of the toilet and going home for funeral type events, which were not very fun. I delivered Aunt Mamie’s eulogy. We buried her with her red high heels. It was sad. I want to believe in all the Good Heaven Ideas that my family believes. I do. I want to believe what the priest said, about Aunt Mamie being happy in an Ideal Life Style Heaven working in an afterlife family beauty shop with my other deceased (beautician) relatives. It feels safe and fun and it is more comforting to me than sitting in a freezing cold mausoleum, listening to murmured responsorials and prayers and watching my breath puff in and out against my black cape. It was that cold. Yeah…. I wish I believed in the Family Circle (cartoon) style Heaven, where Grandpa sits on the bed next to Grandma when she looks through the old photo albums, but I don’t think I do.
On a happier note, Stephen just came here for a few days to Sort Things Out. This is the second time we have had the “Do or Die” conversation and went running back to “Do.” That was scary. Not doin’ that EVER. AGAIN. I hope. J
What else? Work is work. I alternate between never having enough time and feeling lazy. I think it’s the weather. It makes me feel like laying on a blanket making daisy chains (Hi Jo!) and going to state parks with lakes. I will be in Lancaster this coming weekend for Easter. The cat and dog will both be there as I have to set off bug bombs to eliminate this freaky gnat problem I can’t seem to kill with Raid alone (shudder)… Anyway, with my parents having a new puppy, this may be the last time Fred comes home for a while, depending on how they get along, so those of you who have yet to meet him should come by. J Gunner is very cute and wiggly and barky. I’m just afraid Fred will be hissy and pointy as a result….
I am actually very much looking forward to seeing Old Friends. Jason, are you gonna be around?
Anyway, so basically I spent the last ten days or so fishing my relationship with Stephen out of the toilet and going home for funeral type events, which were not very fun. I delivered Aunt Mamie’s eulogy. We buried her with her red high heels. It was sad. I want to believe in all the Good Heaven Ideas that my family believes. I do. I want to believe what the priest said, about Aunt Mamie being happy in an Ideal Life Style Heaven working in an afterlife family beauty shop with my other deceased (beautician) relatives. It feels safe and fun and it is more comforting to me than sitting in a freezing cold mausoleum, listening to murmured responsorials and prayers and watching my breath puff in and out against my black cape. It was that cold. Yeah…. I wish I believed in the Family Circle (cartoon) style Heaven, where Grandpa sits on the bed next to Grandma when she looks through the old photo albums, but I don’t think I do.
On a happier note, Stephen just came here for a few days to Sort Things Out. This is the second time we have had the “Do or Die” conversation and went running back to “Do.” That was scary. Not doin’ that EVER. AGAIN. I hope. J
What else? Work is work. I alternate between never having enough time and feeling lazy. I think it’s the weather. It makes me feel like laying on a blanket making daisy chains (Hi Jo!) and going to state parks with lakes. I will be in Lancaster this coming weekend for Easter. The cat and dog will both be there as I have to set off bug bombs to eliminate this freaky gnat problem I can’t seem to kill with Raid alone (shudder)… Anyway, with my parents having a new puppy, this may be the last time Fred comes home for a while, depending on how they get along, so those of you who have yet to meet him should come by. J Gunner is very cute and wiggly and barky. I’m just afraid Fred will be hissy and pointy as a result….
I am actually very much looking forward to seeing Old Friends. Jason, are you gonna be around?
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
Thursday, April 03, 2003
This entry is gonna be a little dark….
A lot of elderly people in my family are not doing well. Nanny is okay, although she is having a lot of problems with osteoporosis, but Aunt Mamie and my mom’s dad are in very poor health. Also, Aunt Bev, the Plot-Ners’ great-aunt (whom I have known since I was 5, and always spends the holidays with us,) has had a lot of emergency surgery this week, and she isn’t faring well either. I am especially sad about Aunt Bev. Having never had children of her own, she is like a second mom to Mrs. Plot-Ner, my second mom. Aunt Bev bought Kr!sten her wedding dress, and it’s inconceivable to me that she may not get to see her in it on her wedding day this coming October. Sigh…
This past New Years’ Day, in Miami, the Merald did a story about an elderly couplewho committed suicide on New Year’s Eve. They did not have any children or surviving relatives, and most of their friends had already passed away. Neither was healthy, and they did not want to suffer or watch the other suffer, nor did they want to be separated. So, apparently they put their affairs in order, left a note with their final wishes, and jumped, hand-in-hand, off the roof of their condominium building at midnight.
At the time, I was absolutely horrified. But now? After watching my loved ones making decisions about life support and morphine and so on- this one phrase keeps running through my thoughts: “Let it be peaceful. If not peaceful, then swift; if not swift, then painless.”
A lot of elderly people in my family are not doing well. Nanny is okay, although she is having a lot of problems with osteoporosis, but Aunt Mamie and my mom’s dad are in very poor health. Also, Aunt Bev, the Plot-Ners’ great-aunt (whom I have known since I was 5, and always spends the holidays with us,) has had a lot of emergency surgery this week, and she isn’t faring well either. I am especially sad about Aunt Bev. Having never had children of her own, she is like a second mom to Mrs. Plot-Ner, my second mom. Aunt Bev bought Kr!sten her wedding dress, and it’s inconceivable to me that she may not get to see her in it on her wedding day this coming October. Sigh…
This past New Years’ Day, in Miami, the Merald did a story about an elderly couplewho committed suicide on New Year’s Eve. They did not have any children or surviving relatives, and most of their friends had already passed away. Neither was healthy, and they did not want to suffer or watch the other suffer, nor did they want to be separated. So, apparently they put their affairs in order, left a note with their final wishes, and jumped, hand-in-hand, off the roof of their condominium building at midnight.
At the time, I was absolutely horrified. But now? After watching my loved ones making decisions about life support and morphine and so on- this one phrase keeps running through my thoughts: “Let it be peaceful. If not peaceful, then swift; if not swift, then painless.”
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