Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Kiss Me, I'm 33.2% Irish

I decided to organize all the mail we had lying around everywhere today, and put it on the hall table in a double-decker letter tray.  I had asked her about doing it before, and she said that it wasn't any of her mail.  So to show her it was, I put it all together.

Passive Aggressive Teenager attitude reared it's ugly head in my mother.  She took her mail and went upstairs to her room with it.  Hubby was working for three hours on a St Patrick's Day dinner she almost didn't come down to eat.  Then she just pushed around her food on her plate not saying anything.  She retreated back to her room after dinner and didn't say anything to anyone.

I apologized to hubby, and he was still a little miffed about it considering she had ruined the whole dinner with her attitude.  She wonders why we don't bother to make dinner or spend time with her.

I really should have not let it go when Hubby said it would be okay to move in with her.  I would have said I wasn't going to do that and we should find an apartment.  I had a Skype interview today that I hope goes well.  If it does we are moving out ASAP.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Time To Stop Being Angry. This quote helped me.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
—  Sophocles, Antigone

Sunday, March 08, 2015

Death, Take a Vacation

The best man from my wedding died suddenly a little over a week ago.  As soon as my husband's phone rang I knew he had passed.  If it was intuition or my ability to go straight to worst case scenario, I guess I'll never know.

Even though my dad and both my grandmothers had passed, this one was different.  All of those didn't come with the horrific element of surprise.  I also didn't have to deal with a terribly co-dependent friend this time around like I did with my dad.

This time around I didn't really feel like I had the right to be upset.  It was Hubby's friend, not really mine.  We spent some "couple" time together for sure, but he wasn't really my friend.  In fact, I had the distinct impression that he was amused by me, but had no interest in getting to know me personally.

He was a very passionate guy. He would get obsessed with something and it would be 300% about that topic until he was over it.  It could come off as extremely selfish, and a lot of the time it was.  It was.  I'm still angry with him.  I'm angry that his perfect family, his perfect life in his mansion, wasn't enough to seek the help he needed.  He's a selfish asshole.  He was a selfish asshole.  Even if his death turns out to be an accident, I'm still mad at him for not getting his shit together.

But I'm not allowed to have those feelings.  He's not a friend, I'm not supposed to have opinions about this.  I'm supposed to just be there for Hubby.  I'm trying my best to be there for him.  But my own feelings keep getting in the way. 

I'm so inappropriate when it comes to death.  All I could think about during the open casket was what a long day his corpse had, with a viewing from 4pm-8pm and then off for cremation in time for his funeral at 11AM the next morning.  It looked like him, but it also looked like someone from Madam Tussaud's had an intern do him.  If he was getting cremated later, was he in a longer casket?  When my sister was giving me a hard time about what I was wearing to my Grandmother's funeral, I told her that she humped the couches so much as a toddler that my mom took her to a doctor to see if she was okay.  Yeah, I put the fun in funeral.

I've cried almost ever other day since it happened.  Today I was super fatigued and slept through most of the day.  I hope this is the beginning of the acceptance phase, because I'm over this anger phase.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

February 2014 Summary

First Week: I totally forgot how balls out sick I was.  I've got a sinus headache today, it seems I'll always be doomed to start the year feeling like crap.

Second Week: My BFF has to do a paper on the Lego Movie this month, so it's a little silly that a year ago this month I went to see it and wasn't impressed.  I guess I was in the minority. I celebrated Valentine's day on the 10th last year, and on the 11th this year.  We went to a hotel room even though we shouldn't be spending the money. 

It sort of hurt my heart to read the part where I thought I was seeing G for the last time.  I was transported back to how horrible that all felt.  I'm so glad we were able to get past everything.  The self centered girl who was pregnant had her kid, and it had many, many problems.  It seems her self centered days are over.

Third Week: The friend I gave the geode to recently had some sort of breakdown and temporarily moved back home.  My heart breaks for him, and at the same time he won't really let anyone in to help.  I guess some things you must do on your own.

I still want a baby goat.  I'm sad that I didn't get to work in the photo studio.

Fourth Week: I'm still getting shafted by pharmacies.  The non-nazi doctor just called in a prescription to the wrong pharmacy -_-
"A leopard doesn't lose their spots completely?" Geez, I wrote that?  Loser.

My takeaway from the month is that a lot of shit and sickness went down, and I guess I should stop being a mopey bitch today.  I was feeling very alone, but obviously I'm better off than I was this time last year.  I need to cheer up and get to applying for more jobs.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

January 2014 Summary

First Week:  Well, it's nice that I lost around 5 pounds during the course of the year.  I also seems to get deathly sick every January.  "I just need to prepare myself for the town it has turned into, rather than the town it was 10 years ago." I'm still getting used to that.  My love for Tim Gunn has never wavered. My sister's cat is still a pain in the ass.

Second Week: I wish my period was late.  It seems it is always early now.  I still have "Her" on my Amazon Wish list.  I'm glad that G and I got our friendship back after a short time.  People still expect me to be the one that drives everywhere, and it still kinda pisses me off.  I'm glad I don't have cubicle mates anymore.

Third Week: I still love dirty martinis.  I don't even remember Under the Gunn, which I guess says something about why there was no season 2.  Melrose Place was a hellva show.

Fourth Week: Awkward that a sweet text from a friend is someone I never speak to again weeks later.  I can count the times I've had quinoa on one hand.  I should have it more often I guess.  I'm still mad about how expensive Disneyland is.  I'm not getting headaches as often anymore, which is good.  I am having more soda than I ever did, which is bad.  I've got to stop that.

Takeaway from this month would be that I knew exactly what I was getting into with my decision.

Tuesday, January 06, 2015


I started to look over my project, and true to form I actually failed this project.  June 13th is missing.  And August 29th. Oh yeah, and October 9th.  So, first impression is I'm a big fat failure.  Makes me want to just give up on my Instagram project this year.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Years Eve. New Year, New Resolution

I'm up early to let in the handyman for a check up on our heater. I got an email this morning that the three hour interview was for nothing. I was almost relieved. 

Of course, that means I'm truly unemployed going into the New Year. 

My mom wants me to pursue writing and photography as a means of making money. I'm not sure I can work by myself like that, but I guess only time will tell what next year holds for me. 

I think this writing exercise has been both good and bad.  Good in that it forced me to write every day, which was something that I needed to do anyway. Bad in the sense that I don't feel like I got any good quality writing out of the entire year.  I didn't work on my novel at all, and the November project completely messed up my entire writing style. I think a photography challenge would be a little better for next year, as it affords me more time to write creatively. I'm going to few hours left to decide what kind of photography challenge it will be. 

I'll be back here to consolidate the months and see exactly what I learned from it. Hopefully I can still get something out of it. 

Until then, Happy New Year everyone.