When I called Dad yesterday afternoon, he and Mom were at Grandma's little apartment sorting through things to collect what will be kept before the rest goes into storage.  He asked if there was anything particular I would like to have, and I mentioned the sweatshirt, and we shared a lovely little bit of memory imagining Grandma in her sweatshirt ( Read more... )

Grandma passed away yesterday afternoon.  My dad was with her; she was sleeping peacefully and slipped away.  She's no longer in any pain, and I'm sure she's hootin' and hollerin' with all the other Okie angels in heaven.  She's pretty fantastic at hootin' and hollerin', and she did not believe in Holding Your Applause Until the End.  If there was ( Read more... )

My grandma is dying.  I feel like I'm oversharing and undersharing what's going on, but mostly I just keep coming back to -- my grandma is dying.  My grandma is dying.  I don't know what to do because my grandma is dying.  My grandma who took me on my first plane ride (family reunion in Oklahoma, just the two of us, when I was almost eight).  My ( Read more... )

Work was a bitch and a half today, but I survived and have the weekend off.  I start at the new store on Tuesday instead of the 18th now, which isn't the worst thing but was an unwelcome surprise.  I thought I had a week and a half to say goodbye and disassociate myself from the people who've enriched my life for the past year and a half; only ( Read more... )

It's after midnight, and my brain just won't shut up.  So I did a thing ....

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Hiya ( Read more... )

Every time one of my parents feels a need to tell me in some way that I am not a disappointment, I feel like more of a disappointment.

Hey, stranger. I'm going to write at you ( Read more... )

Not sure why I feel more like typing in the past couple of days but at least it's got me writing.  Feel a bit lighter after last night's rant.  I usually wake up from those sorts of nights with the feeling that I just need to GET IT OUT, and I'll always feel better and saner in the morning.  But it doesn't really change what I'm thinking.  I don't ( Read more... )

In a terrible mood for general and specific reasons:
• The boy I like doesn't like me back.
• I care that the boy I like doesn't like me back.
• I apparently forgot my apartment keys this morning. One of my roommates is in DC, and I can't get a hold of the other one. If she doesn't call me back, I have to go to work in the same clothes as yesterday ( Read more... )