Gifts

Been thinking a lot lately.

A horrible habit I really have to get out of.


Thinking about the gifts I've received over the years.
Some thoughts were spared about the gifts I have given to others.
Also about ones I want to give.
And the ones I never will.


Yay for the rapidly approaching holiday season. [<~~~~sarcasm]

Just F***ing End!

I don't what the hell it has been with the month of September, but it just won't end!

There's only about 4 hours and 20 minutes left in it, but jesus...

It's about frickin' time.

Kaylee Bean

the drama queen.

Was bored, so here is a picture of the puppy.
She's lucky she is so damn cute.


Kaylee

Nibbles

I want to get a sphynx cat named Nibbles.

And also a brown mini dacshund named Peanut.

I put a lot of thought into naming things.


It still makes me laugh to think about when my mother suggested 'Tess' for a name for our black and tan mini dacshund. We ended up naming her Kaylee, but seem to call her anything but that.

Funny

Haha

Powers That Be

Sometimes

Sometimes the PTBs reward you where you fight so hard for so long


Thank you

Autumn

10-21-03

Autumn reminds me of old books and burning leaves and fleece blankets and cold noses.

The leaves laugh at me. They dance and swirl and laugh at me before I crush them with my boots.

I don’t miss this weather anymore, after so many years of enjoying it. Because it helps me remember, after trying so hard to forget. It comes once a year; not to say that I don’t remember the rest of the time, because I do. The weather makes it harder because it is all around, all the time, you can’t hide it away in boxes or photo albums on your shelves. I remember this time a year ago, two years ago, five years ago; where I was, those I was with. The weather is here again, but gone are the people who used to accompany it. Scattered to the far corners like dead autumn leaves.



You smile because you have to, because you are required to. It’s only when someone close finally mentions how it never reaches your eyes. Your kin, someone precious to you in a way no one else can be.

It hangs over us, you know. Or maybe it is just me. Knowing that this is perhaps the last time we see one another for an untold amount of time. Focus on the here and now, words more easily said than accomplished.

Mirror, Mirror

So what makes you own up to your mistakes? Is it when you no longer like looking at the person in the shiny piece of reflective glass above your bathroom sink?

I don't like myself for things I've done, things I've failed to do; who I am and who I have failed to be.

Also true is that I don't like (parts of) other people for said same things. As I am sure they don't like me.

But
Life goes on.

Cleaning and Thinking

I spent this morning cleaning the family room. Not sure why, because it is just going to become messed up again. No one in my family, except for me, knows how to put anything away. What is so fucking hard??

Bitter? Me? Oh my yes.

Yeah
anyway

Also really depressed today for some reason. And also came to re-realize that I eat when I am depressed. Kind of explains the being overweight.

Whatever.

I don't have the strength to deal with fucking anything right now.

Job Search

is going slower, and less well, than expected.

Had a meeting today at work about my retirement benefits. Since it has been two years since I started working there, my employer now contributes 11% to my retirement account. The meeting was about how to diversify that money within the company. Two of us showed up for it, out of about 18.

I'm wondering if I should just give up. It's been two years. What is 35 and a half more?

I could murder someone and get out of prison in less time...

Bells

Shawn called me this evening. Wanted to tell me something.

A while back Shawn had a claddagh ring imported from Ireland for himself. He also has me send him the Irish Prayer every once in a while [he constantly misplaces it].

[Speaking of which, I have begged my grandmother to make me a cross stitched Irish Prayer. She says when I get married. Well there goes that wish, now doesn't it? But I digress...]

So anyway, Shawn has ordered another ring for the person he has given his heart to. I'm not sure if this person will completely understand the significance, or just how much Shawn really loves him.

I hope he does, even though I am not such a huge fan. If he makes my friend happy, that is good enough for me.

Playing Cards

Was out with Megan last night. As is our Friday night ritual, we go to dinner and then hang out afterwards. This time the afterwards consisted of walking around nearby stores. While in Linens n Things [I love that store], we came across some interesting decks of playing cards. The company Umbra is always making new and interesting ones. These happened to be 5 inches long and about 2 inches thick, and slightly tapered at both ends [therefore not being a perfect rectangular shape]. The have the different breeds of cats on them, and are also in a container shaped like a cat. I commented that she should buy them. Her reponse was she couldn't bring herself to spend 5 dollars on them

Megan doesn't like spending money.

I rolled my eyes at her and said I would buy them for her. But she doesn't want them now; maybe for Christmas. I also picked up a deck for another person I know who collects playing cards.

It makes me laugh.

I buy things on the spur of the moment, especially if it makes me think of another person. I'm probably a whole lot poorer for that fact, but I like the look on a person's face when they get something for no reason in particular [A nice something...not like a punch in the face, which I'm sure some of you are thinking].


Ah well.

If she wasn't like that, she wouldn't be 'Megan.'

She also told me she is going back to school for her Masters. Good for her.

Makes me think I should really get on with my life.

But that could turn out to be a whole other edition to my blog entirely.

No, I don't have issues.

Not at all.

Thank You

I checked my work email today, even though it is my day off. I usually do, and in that I am an idiot.

Low and behold there was an email from my supervisor. [There usually is] There was no subject. [There usually isn't]

Oh what fun could be had.

Shockingly enough, and I do mean shockingly, she was thanking me for something I did on Tuesday.

Thanking
Me



Did hell freeze over and pork materialize in the tree tops?

What The Hell?

People should not be allowed to drive.

Walking or riding a bike should be the only options. Although, riding a bike isn't all that safe either. But only in conjunction with cars.



My brother was riding his bike, hit a dirt patch and got thrown, right into a road and into the path of an oncomming car. The car hit him, but he is relatively okay. Bumps, bruises and scrapes.

What the best part is is that the driver wants Greg to pay for damage to the hood of his car. Funny thing is that Greg didn't hit the hood, he was hit by the driver side of the bumper.

The human race seems to be out to screw itself, and not in a good way.

This Morning

It's been a while, I know. I never call. I never write. I never send you flowers.

Anyway.

I'm having KitKats for breakfast. Mmmmm, healthy.

Today is also the first day of Christopher's senior year. So in addition to an oh so healthy breakfast, I am now feeling incredibly old.

This past weekend was eventful, but I will write more about that either later today or later in the week.