Another one from Teresa. (btw, T, thanks for the jokes … I needed these!)
This will warm your heart, especially if you have lost faith in human kindness.
This letter was sent to the principal’s office after an elementary school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. An old lady hadreceived a new radio at the lunch as a door prize and was writing to say thank you:
Dear Faculty and Students,
God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your recent senior citizens’ luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at an Assisted Living Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away. I am all alone now and its nice to know someone is thinking of me. God bless you for your kindness to an old forgotten lady.
My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio. Before I received this one, she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was napping. The other day, her radio fell off the night stand and broke into a lot of little pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. She asked if she could listen to mine, and I said “Fuck you.”
A woman was at home, happily jumping on her bed and squealing with delight, when her husband walked in. He stood, watching her for a while, then asked, “Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look? What’s the matter with you?”
The woman continued to bounce on the bed and said, “I don’t care. I just came from having a mammogram, and the doctor says I have the breasts of an 18-year-old.”
The husband then asked, “What did he say about your 56-year-old ass?”
I haven’t written a whole lot of ~personal~ stuff lately … several reasons why, few of which I feel like getting into tonight. So mostly I’ve just been taking out my aggression in UT.
I had plenty to write about when I first sat down to write (type), that was 4 hours ago … and a phone call put me in this mood and I don’t feel arsed to do much except play more UT and listen to angry music.
Yesterday I call my dad to wish him a happy birthday. I mean, fuck, he hasn’t spoken to me in a month, this shit is ridiculous. And it was the most polite, FORCED, conversation we’ve ever had. Honestly, I think we talked more about how I fucked up my finger than anything else … if you call him lecturing me “talking.”
I spoke with my mother earlier today and she asked me to give them a call tonight to set up a date/time for dinner for my brother’s birthday, which is tomorrow. So I called them after I got home from work and Dad starts off immediately on the defensive, saying that he wants the dinner to be “just us” — meaning that Jim was not invited. The chicken pot pie of it is that we went back and forth over this bullshit, he wouldn’t tell me why Jim wasn’t welcome, the only thing I got was that Dad is upset because I made “some decisions” that he doesn’t agree with — but would NOT tell me what they were! I asked, and he side-stepped it every time … from “I don’t want to argue about this” to “If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you”
What the fuck?
So I guess I’m not going to my brother’s birthday dinner tomorrow night. It’s the first time in … well, actually, ever. Gee, my birthday is in 2 weeks … I wonder if Jim is invited to it?
It’s been plain to me that he’s upset … but he won’t say about WHAT. I know he’s GOT to be pissed still about Jim getting into it with him, but he won’t own up to that either. And I know he’s upset because I got a new car, and didn’t involve him — or didn’t bend his way and buy Jeremy’s old car from them. Oh, and I’m sure Jim proposing to me didn’t make him any happier … what the fuck!? For over a year I get the “Why aren’t you married” routine, and now … crickets?
I had hoped that the flowers I sent Mom and Dad for their anniversary a few weeks ago would have been a large enough olive branch, but I can see now that I could’ve sent the whole fucking tree and it wouldn’t have mattered.
Something Jeremy said to me recently keeps flittering around my head: no matter which way this goes, it’s going to be ugly.
Understatement of the year.
So yeah, I’m a little emo lately … and a bit anti-social. I’ve had a lot of things swirling around me. I’ve felt like a hairball clogging the shower drain.
You wanna know what pisses me off most? I made the mistake of asking Dad for advice, and what happened? He tried to turn the situation around so he would be in control again. What a fucking surprise.
Just once I just wish he could be supportive me and be happy for ME … with no fucking strings attached, emotional or otherwise.
But it hasn’t happened yet, and quite frankly I’m done trying. I’ve swallowed my pride too many times and given in to what he wanted rather than to go on and live my life for myself and go for what *I* want. I’m done with that, and he will have to deal with it — or in the end he will be the one missing out.
Or at least I’ll keep telling myself that.
I’ve fumed, I’ve cried, I’ve actually gone without breaking anything … hey, miracles do happen. I’ve tried to keep it together in front of Jim. He gets pissed off whenever Dad does or says something to upset me … actually, he always has, but he has never said anything to Dad about it until recently. It’s not fair to him, or Jessie. I love them both so much, but it hurts that my dad is ostracizing me for reasons that I can only guess. If it comes down to him vs Jim and Jessie, that’s no contest … and only a fool would try to force someone to make that kind of choice, because no good can come of it.
I mean, what is his motive? There’s absolutely nothing he can gain out of any of this. Honestly, someone please fucking enlighten my stupid country ass.
… and now I’m rambling …
So anyways, that’s my state right now … emotionally fucked up … and out of chocolate and alcohol … and broke ’til payday.
Ain’t life just a motherfucking worm-infested peach?
Jessie and I had a busy day yesterday. We were up at the crack of dawn, had breakfast at Chick-fil-A, and met Jim’s mom to head to Oneonta for the day. Had a great day shopping in the business district and rode around looking at different houses. We ate lunch at Miller Drug Soda Shop. It’s one of those “old time” type soda shops that have had all of the original interior re-done so that it looks like something out of the 50’s.
The restaurant is only part of building, the other two sections are a gift shop and a pharmacy. I was looking around in the gift shop and spoke with the lady who ran it — it so happened that she knew my brother and loved only a couple of doors down from him. hehe, so she was nice enough to give me directions to his house. I had called him Friday and asked if he would be in town, and wanted to drop in to see him.
So we finished up shopping and browsing and I called Jeremy to let him know we were on our way over to invade his house. *g* He has a lovely home, built in the 20’s and restored by previous owners. From what Jeremy tells me, it was formerly owned by one of the city DA’s. I told him that we should start having our family Christmas gatherings up there. It felt good to see him doing so well. We talked about our folks and he asked about things going on with me and Jim, so it was good to be able to sit down and talk to him — something we hadn’t done in a long time.
I just hate that it’s so far north of us, or I’d visit more often. I loved the town, and honestly wouldn’t mind living in a place like that. Oneonta reminds me of “small town life” and of the type of things I enjoyed about growing up in Corner.
I’m not quite done “fiddling” with it yet, but I’m pretty close I think. I’ve found a version of Theme Switcher for WordPress that will allow me to choose which themes to list (rather than all). It’s not by the original author, but whoever he is has done a fine job! I’ve re-enabled the Roll Tide theme and added a slightly customized version of my Jim’s Monkey theme as an 800×600-friendly alternative to those who would rather not view the larger other two themes.
I had put the sponsor links back up Friday, but removed them this morning because they were throwing the alignment off too much for both Firefox and IE. In fact, I removed them from all the themes … too much of a bother IMO. I might just have them listed on archive pages instead … not sure yet. I’m not making any money off them at all, so I might just leave them off altogether. *shrug*
What the fuck?
