I'm beginning to admit that perhaps...just maybe...I'm quirky. I do odd things. Catisha has recently said that they're minor annoyances, but they're part of me and they can be rather endearing. Possibly. I can see that. In any event, apparently I'm doing something right. I got two job offers in the last two days. One is a position at a ( Read more... )

It's been about a month since my last post...things with the mom aren't much better. Ups and downs and everything inbetween to make life that much more fun and exciting. I think I exorcised some kind of personal daemon while I was at home. All of the uncomfortableness and the awkwardness and unwillingness to talk about everything finally came ( Read more... )

Oh, for all the crap that Gilmore Girls has received over the years (yes, this last season was a little off-kilter...I had to switch stations once or twice)...I still love it...in my own weird way.   I'm sitting here watching the series finale...and I desparately wish I was watching it with Lizzymommy and Aquaries03.   I don't think I've ( Read more... )

I'm a horrible daughter. I hang up on my family members on a near constant basis. Ever since Mom started losing it again, Dad has sought adult conversation with someone who a) knows the situation and won't judge him and b) reminds him of happier times. Unfortunately, this means me and Dave. He started calling at about 8:30 this morning (must ( Read more... )

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You know me. I'd much rather be silly and flirty and low-maintenance. Without going into too many mind-numbing, family-related details, I need to get some things off my chest ( Read more... )

In reference to the 3 weeks without doing laundry. How do I have that many clothes? And, more specifically, WHY do I have 21 pairs of underwear?

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I keep looking at moments and people gone by from my past lives and sometimes I don't even recognize who I am in this life...how teen-angst. Strike that. I do know...I know who I am and who I've become because of what I've been through...it seems incongruous at times to bits of my past lives, but it really does make sense. I promise. A friend ( Read more... )

I had a gig at a Valentine's Mass today with my church choir...it was an excuse to be near the guy, AND I got paid. Whoot. It was okay...except for the whole "the example of God's love for humankind is best seen through the love a man and woman share" thing...whatever. Then, he runs off and I can't even talk to him...and I run home for a nap ( Read more... )