Too Much Alike

2005-11-14 - 9:53 a.m.

The Boy and I took a test. We came out the same character. Here are the results. I will write more interesting things when I can speak out loud again...

You scored as William Wallace. The great Scottish warrior William Wallace led his people against their English oppressors in a campaign that won independence for Scotland and immortalized him in the hearts of his countrymen. With his warrior's heart, tactician's mind, and poet's soul, Wallace was a brilliant leader. He just wanted to live a simple life on his farm, but he gave it up to help his country in its time of need. William Wallace 88% Neo, the "One" 75% Lara Croft 71% Maximus 71% The Terminator 67% El Zorro 67% Batman, the Dark Knight 63% The Amazing Spider-Man 58% Captain Jack Sparrow 58% Indiana Jones 42% James Bond, Agent 007 42% Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0 created with QuizFarm.com

Faux Pas

2005-11-11 - 4:45 p.m.

The biggest faux pas would be to forget that today is Veterans' Day. Thank you to all of you out there, who have served our country.

Onto my normal crap.

So I was reading amalah, because she is the awesome, and her advice column struck me, because someone actually asked if it was ok to wear black to a wedding.

Lady, there were women wearing WHITE to my Roman Catholic wedding. I didn't send them to change. Which I could have. Because everyone wore two dresses to my wedding. I still don't get it.

I don't really understand why there are a lot of rules. Things like nylons. Nylons are the devil. the DEVIL. But a lot of work places require you to wear them. Ties? Don't get them. Making one's bed made NO sense to me until the Boy started making ours before we go to bed every night, and it just looks more welcoming. But you better believe it's just messy until about 9pm.

But "don't wear a white dress to a Christian wedding"? This one I get. There is only one bride. Please do not confuse the photographer. Thank you. Not that my photographer didn't know who I was, but one of the girls who was in white is already a lot prettier than me. (No, really, she is a stunning girl, I am not fishing for compliments.) She did not need to wear the white. (I also love her to bits, and she's from California, and I don't think she even thought about it.)

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

2005-11-10 - 12:01 p.m.

Yes, I know. I must be sick every day if you read this thing. But it's not true! Sometimes, I am not sick. I promise! Today, however, my tonsils are down from apples to golfballs. As well, I can't really talk. At the same time, I can still complain!

I am really tired of people who don't do things for themselves when things get down. I also am tired of people assuming I don't understand where they're coming from because they make assumptions on my life.

I know I'm generally pretty vague about how I feel on this diary. It's somewhat for my privacy, but also because I don't think people should air personal fights online without the issue being resolved. At the same time, I know this issue won't be resolved, because if I confronted the person on how I actually feel, this person would not want to admit any validity to my points and call me undeserved names and try and blame everyone else for their problems like always. GRRR!

So, yes, I'm frustrated, and it's not with anyone who reads this blog (cos how passive-aggressive am I? generally not that much). But it's just... GAH!

How are you all?

Credit Check

2005-11-07 - 7:47 p.m.

I am back. I was back yesterday, but I slept most of it. For the time I wasn't sleeping, I was arguing with credit card companies. Not for me, for Pat. My mom is exhausted, and I decided to offer to call credit card companies. Luckily, Pat didn't have a lot of cards in her wallet. The strange part is that with each successive card, I received more resistance:

Card one: Completely nice and quick to respond. All taken care of.

Card two: A little more cautious. Wanted to know if there was an estate, even though the balance was indeed zero (it was on all the cards). Tried to get me to sign up for a card.

Card three: Wants me to send them an obituary.

Card four: Wasn't open last night. Tried again today around 5:30. Requires a copy of the death certificate. (And also is an affiliate of card two. Beats me why they have different requirements.)

Card five: Haven't been able to get a hold of them. Only open from 9-5. Bastrads.

I am doing better, but it's still strange. On top of which, one of my dad's childhood friends is now in the hospital for a heart attack and needs bypass surgery. His kids aren't even in high school.

I am so tired.

Lacrymosa

2005-11-02 - 5:45 p.m.

For a refresher, read the end of the post for Everything Comes in Threes.

My mom's friend Pat died last night. My mom was there when she died. It wasn't good, things went wrong, and it shouldn't have happened.

Aside from that, I'm feeling enormously guilty. This woman is someone who really loved me. And now she's gone and there will be funeralness and my mom is in her "nothing's wrong" mode. Which is good, because my mom is in charge of all the funeral arrangements and everything. And Pat wasn't at an age where she had planned this event out in detail. My mom is winging it on 4 hours of sleep at best. And she went to work today. Cos she is on the CRACK.

I am personally fluxuating between numbness and tears. I want to do things like run out of the house and go see a movie or go through my box of cards and get all the cards she gave me to put someplace special (she even got me halloween and st. patrick's day cards when i was little) to read all the "Love and Prayers, Pat xoxoxox"

And then there's the guilt, as I suppose there is for anyone young for anyone older whom they didn't see that often. I don't know.

Just say a prayer for a woman who is hopefully out of her pain and suffering that she had here. Hope that she can now be with her family again, whom she had to be without for so long. And say a prayer for my mom, please. Cos this is probably one of the people my mom loved the most, and I don't know what's going to happen when it sinks in.

Minneapolis Monday - DC Monday - 2007-08-06
Okay - 2007-08-02
The End is Here - 2007-07-26
Two Years - 2007-07-23
Screaming to a Halt - 2007-07-21

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