Fickle.

19 03 2011

I finally watched The Time Traveler’s Wife tonight. I know, you’re all saying…”the fuck?” as I am not known for being a fan of chick flicks. However, Chi gave me the book shortly after our first meeting and I truly enjoyed it. I was prepared not to like the movie and…eh. I thought from a technical standpoint it was kind of meh at best and Rachel McAdams was mildly terrible. But I think I have a crush on Eric Bana.

Anyway, I was reminded of how much I enjoyed the book and just thinking about the themes in the book and what’s going on in my life right now. Life is…silly. It’s hard and it’s scary and it’s wonderful and heartbreaking and awesome. But it’s silly sometimes. I have been so angry lately. I just feel out of sorts and generally unhappy. I know why, in some sense, but I’m trying to find why in other ways.

I’ve been very unhappy with Manfred. Some of it is his fault, some of it is not. But the bottom line is, I’m unhappy. I’m conflicted. We’ve been through all of this already. But something switched the other night and as soon as I voiced those thoughts outloud, drunkenly to J&A and last night in a heart to heart with Nola…I don’t feel that way anymore. He’s across the state right now and I miss him terribly.

I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on all of this and my fickle emotions and we’re not going to go into them tonight. We’ll summarize with my past has changed me both for the better and the worse. And it usually manifests itself in the same situations. Also? I need to learn to let go and not be so stubborn and to trust myself and my friends more. Withdrawing is not the answer. I’m not burdening anyone by opening up. It’s just so hard for me. I don’t know why.

I am trying to be better. About everything. Just hang in there. We’ll get there eventually.





It’s between a rope and a bottle

21 12 2010

My mom called me yesterday afternoon and spoke words that filled me with fear and dread.

“I’m taking your grandmother to the ER”

I responded in a calm, adult fashion.

“I have to go to the post office”

I think my brain is shorting out these days.

So I left work, went to the post office to mail packages to Space Cowboy, Jami and JB. It was a disaster and I almost had a meltdown. USPS = NOT FUCKING HELPFUL.

I knew when Mom didn’t tell me NOT to come up, it was serious. So I got up there and here’s my grandmother sitting in a hospital bed looking just fine. She asked me what I was doing there. I asked her the same. Turns out when she went to her doctor appt that morning, the doctor sent her to the ER, an unforgivable offense in my grandmother’s book. She was in a-fib. She has a normal arrhythmia, and we have a history of unreliable tickers in our family, so the doctor wanted her checked out and her heart back in sinus.

My grandmother sat and bitched and said she felt fine and she was absolutely NOT staying the night and she was visualizing p-waves on the monitor. Well, all positive thinking aside, they kept her overnight. She was trying, but she wouldn’t regulate her heartbeat. Manfred, bless his heart, took time out from his medical drama filled life (mama is refusing medication and ended up in a pain crisis and the support team was called in…yay!) and came to sit with me and keep me calm.

This is it. I have one grandparent left and I am very close to my grandmother. Nothing is allowed to happen to her. EVER.

I think it speaks volumes that the only people she wanted there were Mom and I. She forbade my mother from calling my aunt and would only let us call my uncle when visiting hours were over. You don’t dare disobey her. She may not even clear 5 feet in height, but I get more than a touch of my stubbornness and temper  from her.

I spent most of my night at the hospital trying to cheer her up about having a sleepover there. I know she was a little scared. We all were.

I’m just at my breaking point, but even as stressed out and cranky as I am I still feel lucky. My friends are great.

Without even knowing that something awful had happened to me and I was about to lose my shit all over the first person to say hello to me, both Guam and Nola called, just because. Guam and Mrs. Guam to tell me they enjoyed a mix cd I made them and Nola to just shoot the shit and make me laugh.

I know I’ll get through this. I know in the end, everything will be alright. And a large part of that is due to you awesome people who keep my head above water on the days my feet can’t feel the bottom. Thank you. I love you.





Prezzies!

5 10 2010

So I guess the universe decided to throw me a bone yesterday to make up for how MEAN its been to me lately.

I come home, and there is a box sitting on the stairs with some of my favorite handwriting on it. I open it up to find the most fantastic collection of awesome I have ever gotten unexpectedly in the mail.

J-Bear is pretty much the most perfect dude ever. He listens, he says wonderful, sweet things and he does amazing, generous and kind things for his friends. I am so very thankful I am on that list!

That dude took several of my favorite candies, broke them out by color and put them into baggies and taped them in ROYGBIV order. Oh yes. He did.

Oh yeah, that's astronaut ice cream too.

The pink Starburst, root beer and cola bottlecaps were all separated. I truly love someone who can appreciate, and indulge, my OCD like tendencies. Thank you, friend. You are the best.

I wish he and Chi didn’t live a time zone away from each other. They would be totally adorable together in a way only truly wonderful and overly giving people can be. Sigh. A girl can dream.

As I was gushing about my delicious arrival, Wifey came over. And brought this.

Yep. A Hello Kitty pendant made out of a PBR can.

You cannot argue with the awesomeness that is shown above. When she said she got me something that was made from two of my favorite things, I was pretty sure it would be cool. I had no idea it would be legendary.

To round out the day o’ gifts, Manfred came over with an LSU shirt he picked up for me at lunch. I’ll add a picture later. I can’t wait to see how my boobs mangle LSU. All I need now is a cute Saints shirt and I’m covered!

Geaux Tigers!

So thank you to all of you who tried to buy my love yesterday. It was very unnecessary, but greatly appreciated. I love you.





Guam

15 09 2010

I was going to write today, and then I wasn’t. Then I read a conversation between Guam and I, I had saved and I realized that I needed to thank him for being a frieeeeeend. Ok, I’m done now. Anyway, I have known him for over a decade, nearly half of my life, and we’ve never met face to face. The circumstances of our meeting severely date us.

Do you remember a time, a dark and cold time before…FACEBOOK?! GASP! It’s true. We had email and chatrooms. Chatrooms were gross so as a teenager you spent most of your “online time” filling out surveys and emailing them to all your friends. You used that teenage wit to answer simple questions with what you saw as clever remarks. The other emails were jokes that your grandmother is still forwarding to you, over and over week after week.

Now, imagine living in Minnesota. God, that has to suck, right? JK, MN friends. (no I’m not) Now, imagine you move to OHIO. That REALLY has to suck, am I right? So you still email your old friends, but you mix them in with your new friends. You have an adorable little spitfire redhead who can’t resist putting her shit talking sarcastic trademark on things before forwarding them on. You  forward them to a seemingly telepathic boy friend of yours with a weakness for smartass girls. A friendship is born.

This friendship lasts through college, the navy and very limited internet. I mean, ya’ll…we didn’t even have google. Or YouTube. How did we survive? What was the point of the internet?

Guam grew up and got married and is now expecting triplets with his wife. Conceived naturally, because someone always has to be an overachiever. We don’t talk often, but maybe that’s why our friendship has endured. Because when we do talk it’s genuine and important. And he hasn’t realized how obnoxious I truly am. Yet. (This is where he tells me I always undervalue myself and blah blah blah) We bring out the best in each other. The way friends are supposed to. Even though he has never seen my face and doesn’t know any of my physical quirks, he can read me like a book. He reads what I don’t write here and he calls me out on every little indiscretion. I love him more than words. He is one of the most important people in my life and I can’t wait to see how his life changes when he becomes a dad. Something I’m sure he’ll excel at because he’s an asshole like that. Seriously, are you bad at anything?

So, Guam. I guess this is my love letter to you. And my thank you letter. Good luck with those babies. I’ll be rooting for you.

WWII Monument in DC





We’re all the same. We’re all sometimes lame.

14 09 2010

I wanted to share a message I got from my friend Charlie 2 the other day because he kind of described how I feel and why I won’t write (here) about my experiences with musicians anymore. And the kicker, for me, is what Tim Barry said to him. It really makes me feel good knowing that if nothing or no one else understand, they do.

okay, so last night Tim & Josh were playing and the guy from the Enablers (Rob Coe) all played at Surfside 7. I wasn’t even going to say hello, just because their tour manager Tim Shaw was such a prick to me at the show and when he called me @ 4am after the show. i was being self-conscious, because i worked hard to bring them in and have a good show and then that dude treated me like crap. in line for the bathroom Josh recognized me and was like “Covington, KY… right?” so we started talking and he said that He & Tim spoke about that show (at Molly’s) last week. that got me wondering so i walked up to Tim and he said “Charlie*?” which floored me… he said how they loved that show and it was the best one of that entire tour (maybe he was just being nice). so then i opened up and told him how Tim Shaw had threatened me and called me at 4am after the show, and been a prick. I also told him that his new song that says “Tim Shaw sucks” gives me a little added joy. and that i was always a little bummed after that show because I wondered if they were displeased with it. Tim gave me a huge hug and told me that if all promoters were like me, he would never use contracts or worry about shows at all. he even said, “I know your a little embarrassed about being a fan, but guys like you make touring easy.” seriously made me almost shed a tear, but i didn’t… thank god! he told me he already broke off from Tim Shaw and he wasn’t going to work with him again due to how badly he treats people.

This is what it’s about. It’s not about bragging rights and it’s certainly not about fucking. Not in Charlie 2′s case or mine, thankyouverymuch. What it’s about is hanging out with your heroes and making memories. When my kids are growing up listening to these bands, I can tell them these stories. I’m just trying to write my history and forge my path. This is my passion. This is my love. If you want to call me a groupie, fine. It’s clear that you don’t understand anything about me or my lifestyle and I accept that. And I pity you for not wanting the same things. My life is seriously awesome.

So yes, as I explained to Jon Snodgrass, I feel like the lamest fan girl in the world. But I can’t miss the opportunity to tell someone how much their music moves me. Don’t you wish someone felt that way about anything you did in your life?





For Nola

8 06 2010

My friend, my soul sister. Don’t let the bastard(s) get you down.





For Chi

8 06 2010

For all the little things you do. I love you.





Another year gone by…

23 05 2010

For the next 17 minutes it is my birthday. I’ve been gracing this earth with my presence for 28 years. I’d like to thank my amazing friends and family and of course, my boyfran for making 28 not so scary. Same time next year. <3





Waiting in the dark

11 04 2010

I read this thing today about writers and how they should write every day. Um, I fail. Sorry. Read the rest of this entry »





I want to see your smile through a pay phone. The season has changed, I want to see you in it. The lights that shine are caustic without you.

2 04 2010

I have a bunch of little things, mostly rants, that I was collecting to actually make a post. But I don’t know that any of them are worth reading. Read the rest of this entry »








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