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I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving! Mine was probably what I should have expected.
I had to work from 10:30 to 4:30 yesterday, and after that my mom, her idiot boyfriend and I were supposed to go to the Eagles club for their potluck Thanksgiving dinner (nobody wanted to cook).
When I got home from work my mom was taking a nap, so I went upstairs and read for a couple of hours. I finally went downstairs to see if she was awake, and she was playing video games with my sister.
"What's up?" I asked. I couldn't imagine that at almost seven o'clock at night the Eagles would still be hosting their potluck, so I was wondering what my mother had planned for Thanksgiving dinner.
"Well, the dinner at the Eagles was way earlier than I thought it would be," she said, and proceeded to tell me how they went earlier, while I was at work. And nobody bothered to call me and tell me that I would have to figure out something else to do. Can you imagine how angry and hurt I was? My family had Thanksgiving dinner without me and didn't think it was important to tell me.
I called Jessica, whose Thanksgiving was also pretty awful, and we agreed to meet up at the only restaurant in town that was open yesterday. My mom asked if she and my sister could go with. Being spineless, and not wanting to make a big deal of it (even though it was a big deal to me), I said "Ok". My mom backed out at the last minute when idiot boyfriend woke up, but she still stuck me with my sister. "Can D still go?" She asked. Fuck. Don't they get it?
I can't recall the last time a holiday left me so disappointed.
It got even worse when I watched CSI with Jessica last night and we both gasped simultaneously when Nick Stokes appeared on screen. He had a horrible motorcycle-cop moustache, a la Super Troopers or Reno 911!. Seriously, if you google "Nick Stokes moustache" you will see just how many other people are disturbed by his new 'look'. I'm not the only one.
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Do you remember about six months ago when the power supply for my computer crapped out? Well, it happened again. So, I'll probably be posting about as often as usual anyway. Ha. I'm funny.
Anyway, there are a few very promising leads on eBay, so hopefully it will only be a week or so before I get my computer back up and running.
Fingers crossed.
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My weekend was packed with excitement. As my mom, my sister and I got on the freeway to head over to Seattle Friday morning, my clutch started to slip. My mom suggested that I go back home and find another way to get over the mountains. I took her advice, but I also cried for about an hour once I got home and crawled back into bed. Why is it that every time I feel like things are finally going in the right direction for me, something happens and I end up right back where I started?
I resigned myself to staying home for the weekend since I had no way to get to Ellensburg to catch the bus, and even if I could get there I couldn't afford the fare after having already fueled my car for the trip. I called my dad's house and left a message that I wouldn't be able to make it, and my step-mom called back and asked what the problem was.
I decided when I bought my car that I would keep it a secret from her and surprise her by driving up to her house when she didn't expect it. With my car needing a new clutch, my plan was blown so I just told her everything. She was very sympathetic, and for about the millionth time in the recent past, I felt terrible for the 20 years I thought she was a horrible bitch.
She gave C $25 for gas and sent her over the pass to pick me up.
I got to see A and the baby, and once I get the 300 pictures I took this weekend off of my camera and onto my computer, I will post some here for everyone to see. My nephew hardly looks like the same baby I met for the first time almost three months ago, but he is as cuddly as ever.
The party Saturday was a huge success, and everyone loved my break-the-bank dress and shoes. For once I felt like an adult, but somehow I still didn't fit in with the other adults. I think I will have to be married and have a steady career before they will accept me as a grown-up.
The same can be said for the family dinner last night, where I was greatful when the timer went off signalling that I needed to check the lasagnas I had put in the oven two hours before. Since I rarely see or speak to much of my family (grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, etc.) they all wanted to catch up on things with me, but between the kids playing a rowdy hand of UNO, and the adults discussing their vacations in Europe, I really didn't fit in.
I did spend a lot of time answering questions about MS though (no surprise there, I guess). I was shocked when last year my dad called me and asked if I was going to die, but it seems as though most people do not know that MS is not necessarily an immediately debilitating disease. None of them seemed surprised to hear that I had to walk with a cane for a brief period, but all of them seemed interested that I did not need one all the time. I spent as much time as I could in the basement family room before dinner was ready to be put on the table.
Overall, I had an enjoyable time. I like spending time with my step-mom and my sisters, and I was sure to bring lots of electronic gadgets so my dad and I would have something to talk about. It was nice to get out of Cle Elum, but I always expect these family weekends to feel something like a mini-vacation, and it seems to me that I should know better by now.
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Now that I have my driver's license, I'm having to drive my mom around to run her errands. I don't mind so much, because she shuttled me to and from work and such for a few years before her DUI, but I'm not sure how I'll feel in a few months when the novelty of driving wears off.
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Tonight after work I went down to Radio Shack, where I did an excellent job of parallel parking. When I walked in, both women who were working were arguing over who would have to deliver coffee to a woman who had just ordered it. Out of the kindness of my heart and the emptiness of my pocketbook (the woman who ordered the coffee had expressed interest in purchasing mark. products from me), I offered to drive them over to her.
I had a hell of a time finding her place since nobody could remember a house number, and I knocked on no fewer than three doors before I got the right one.
She was very grateful for the coffee, but as I was leaving she opened the door a little wider and asked, "Will you come back tomorrow? Please? I could really use a friend." She started to cry and she reached out and grabbed my arm. She was drunk.
I had no idea how to react. I worked with this woman at DBC a couple of years ago, but we never developed any kind of friendship. Even though I don't want to get involved with any of her drama, which I suspect is drug- and alcohol-related, I agreed that I would stop by her house tomorrow after work. Fuck.
I got in my car as she pleaded with me, begging me to visit her, we would do makeup. I promised that I would be there.
What did I get myself into? I have very few friends partly because I can seldom put up with the chaos of other people's lives. I know that she was pretty wasted, so I'm sure that if I just didn't show up tomorrow she would never remember. But then I would be a terrible person if I didn't show up and she does remember my promise. My plan at this point is to just go to her house and hope that she's not home. If she is, I will hope that someone will conveniently call about half an hour into it and need me elsewhere. I guess I'm a terrible person either way.
The bright point of the evening was when I returned to Radio Shack and did an even more excellent job of parallel parking.
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You are now reading the blog of a legally licensed driver. Are you excited? I know I am!
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I rode the short bus to Ellensburg today, to re-take my written test. Since I first took it more than two years ago, it is a requirement that I take and pass it again before being allowed to schedule a driving test. I failed the test I took yesterday. After five or six hours of studying, I handed over another $20 to take the test again this afternoon and got 100%.
On the bus home, I was bored and chatting from my cell phone (yes, I know, pathetic.) when the woman across the aisle made note of the MS Ribbon of Hope pin I have on my bag.
"That's pretty," she said. "What's it for? Some kind of cancer?"
"Multiple Sclerosis," I responded, giving her one I had in my pocket.
"My brother-in-law died from that. He was normally 240 pounds and when he died he was down to 60."
I commented that his MS must have been very progressive for him to have died from it.
"He didn't have it very long," she said. "He was in Germany during the war, and I think he caught it there."
I told her that Multiple Sclerosis isn't contagious.
Matter-of-factly she said, "It was [contagious] during the war."
I didn't quite know how to react to this without being argumentative, so I turned back to my chatting and spent most of the rest of the ride in silence, except for the beep of my keypad.
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If someone offered your significant-other money in exchange for sex, how much money would it take for you to not care that someone else was fucking your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife?
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Kevin's coming to spend Christmas with me! Yay, right?
This is a big thing, because last year when I suggested that he spend he holiday with me and my dysfunctional family, his answer was a resounding "No". His reasoning was that Christmas is a holiday best spent with family, and that it just wouldn't be Christmas somewhere else. So I went to spent Christmas with his family since I don't really care much about holidays.
This year I managed to talk him into it by suggesting that any day of the year could be Christmas if you throw in enough turkey and gift-wrapping, and that by opening presents with his mom and dad on a different day, it would be no less festive. Damn was I surprised when he agreed. I do have to make him eggs Benedict for Christmas breakfast, but on the whole he seems to be excited by the whole prospect. I even managed to evoke a response of, "It doesn't matter, as long as I'm with you" when I asked whether he would prefer to spend Christmas day here in the ghetto, or in Seattle with the normal half of my family. Shocker, eh?
My dad and step-mom have stated that should Kevin and I wish to stay overnight with them at any point prior to marriage, we will be expected to sleep in separate rooms. They don't want to give the wrong impression to my younger sisters. I can understand this, so I said it would be no problem.
Kevin, however, is convinced that he will be unable to go a single night without having sex with me, and said, "It's ok, we can sneak it."
I told him that there would be no sneaking. If my parents have asked me not to have sex in their home, I'm going to respect their wishes. Kevin seems to think it's a challenge.
Whose side are you on?
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Right now we have no heat, and the house is probably 40 degrees. Needless to say, I find myself in bed a lot, where I have a down comforter and electric blanket.
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