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Happier news abounds today. YAY. A certain inky friend of mine began his lj, or at least, he told me about it today. This excites me in a special kind of way. We have always been fans of electronic communication, and I am confident he would concur, that our most witty and intelligent conversations have all been via email. We're "on paper" kind of people, only to be truly appreciated in print form. Utter rant space for the utterly insane (as we are) is the most perfectly fabulous thing the internet has ever had to offer us. And now we can keep better track of each other again as we have fallen out of regular communication patterns since I moved away and got too busy for him. And that's exactly what he would say about me, so I said it for him. Yes, Inky, I'm a bitch and I don't make enough time for you. I don't make enough time for a lot of people. I know it. But continue to rub salt in the wound as I know you will, it's what we do, and you wouldn't be you if you failed to mock my inadequacies and point out my faults with biting sarcasm and intimately blunt detail. (But remember that no matter what you say about me, I still have the upper hand. You frolic in the love that dare not speak its name. GOULET!)
Back to business. Another good thing that happened today: another day of staff training down, one more to go. I am so sick of my little cash station shpiel (this word always trumps me - I have no idea how to spell it) and how sore my throat is by the time I'm done 2 sessions and 2 hours worth of constant talking. I think it's God's way of telling me I talk too much in life and I should learn to be quiet. This may be difficult, but I shall take a page from Phil's book and make a conscious effort toward reform.
Spoke to Roomie, and she is for certain coming home on Monday. BIG YAY. She's picking me up in Milton on Monday afternoon and when we get back to our tiny abode, she is here to stay. Finally. Living alone became tiresome somewhere around June. I think somewhere along the line, I became too social for solitary living. Which is strange because I would have described myself as a bit of a loner in years past, craving alone time and whatnot, but it appears it was a phase I've now grown out of. Paint will adorn the place in the coming week as we get it into tip-top shape together. I must learn to shut doors now. I haven't done this in months. I must learn to stop leaving everything I own in the bathroom. I must start doing dishes the day I make them again. There are so many more things to be aware of and tidy about when living with other people. How I hate breaking my own habits, but oh well, I can do it if the reward is gettin my girl back. YAY :D
Spoke to parental units. They are indeed coming to pick me up tomorrow after work to take me back to the birthplace for a night. Why? Well, turns out I have a dentist appt Mon morning that I entirely forgot about, so I have to use my day off this week to go and do that. Not so much of a yay. BUT, here's the good part. Paper Boy is coming with me :D This should prove entertaining. We will depart from his soccer game and make the little journey back to Milton and then play our own little version of "Meet the Parents". Strangely enough, my degree of fear/nervousness about this encounter is minimal at best. Instinctually, have a good feeling about it, so I'm not worried... should be funny though as the ass-backwards parents still live in the '50's in some respects and are making one of us sleep on the couch in the basement. Literally as far away from each other in the house as we could possibly get. Their naivete makes me giggle. But they're cute so I forgive them for being so silly and old fashioned and Catholic.
Plus I'm really excited to see my dad. I had kind of a shitty week and was in a bit of a funk I had some trouble pulling myself out of. Knowing that I'm gonna see him has vastly improved my mood. He has that Daddy way of making me feel better and I think my world shall be righted again when he gives me a big hug like he does. That is possibly the lamest thing I will ever write in here, but I don't care, it's true. I friggin love my dad. He rocks. Cuz he friggin loves me too, and I know it. And that's the bestest feeling there is, methinks. YAY Dad.
Going to attempt to see little brother, but I don't know if that'll work out. But it's been quite a while since I crossed his giant path, so it'd be nice to squeeze in a little bit of Paul time if possible. But then again, we don't want to overwhelm the Paper Boy with the entire family all at once, so maybe we'll save Paul for another time.
And the last bit of goodness of today is that Paper Boy is much improved in the injury department from last week. He's going to play, and his mobility is much much better, so I'm happy he's no longer in the vast amounts of pain that have plagued his existence this past week. Don't like seeing people I love hurting, so this semi-recuperation is excellent news. YAY Nearly Recovered Paper Boy.
And with that, I close.
Back to business. Another good thing that happened today: another day of staff training down, one more to go. I am so sick of my little cash station shpiel (this word always trumps me - I have no idea how to spell it) and how sore my throat is by the time I'm done 2 sessions and 2 hours worth of constant talking. I think it's God's way of telling me I talk too much in life and I should learn to be quiet. This may be difficult, but I shall take a page from Phil's book and make a conscious effort toward reform.
Spoke to Roomie, and she is for certain coming home on Monday. BIG YAY. She's picking me up in Milton on Monday afternoon and when we get back to our tiny abode, she is here to stay. Finally. Living alone became tiresome somewhere around June. I think somewhere along the line, I became too social for solitary living. Which is strange because I would have described myself as a bit of a loner in years past, craving alone time and whatnot, but it appears it was a phase I've now grown out of. Paint will adorn the place in the coming week as we get it into tip-top shape together. I must learn to shut doors now. I haven't done this in months. I must learn to stop leaving everything I own in the bathroom. I must start doing dishes the day I make them again. There are so many more things to be aware of and tidy about when living with other people. How I hate breaking my own habits, but oh well, I can do it if the reward is gettin my girl back. YAY :D
Spoke to parental units. They are indeed coming to pick me up tomorrow after work to take me back to the birthplace for a night. Why? Well, turns out I have a dentist appt Mon morning that I entirely forgot about, so I have to use my day off this week to go and do that. Not so much of a yay. BUT, here's the good part. Paper Boy is coming with me :D This should prove entertaining. We will depart from his soccer game and make the little journey back to Milton and then play our own little version of "Meet the Parents". Strangely enough, my degree of fear/nervousness about this encounter is minimal at best. Instinctually, have a good feeling about it, so I'm not worried... should be funny though as the ass-backwards parents still live in the '50's in some respects and are making one of us sleep on the couch in the basement. Literally as far away from each other in the house as we could possibly get. Their naivete makes me giggle. But they're cute so I forgive them for being so silly and old fashioned and Catholic.
Plus I'm really excited to see my dad. I had kind of a shitty week and was in a bit of a funk I had some trouble pulling myself out of. Knowing that I'm gonna see him has vastly improved my mood. He has that Daddy way of making me feel better and I think my world shall be righted again when he gives me a big hug like he does. That is possibly the lamest thing I will ever write in here, but I don't care, it's true. I friggin love my dad. He rocks. Cuz he friggin loves me too, and I know it. And that's the bestest feeling there is, methinks. YAY Dad.
Going to attempt to see little brother, but I don't know if that'll work out. But it's been quite a while since I crossed his giant path, so it'd be nice to squeeze in a little bit of Paul time if possible. But then again, we don't want to overwhelm the Paper Boy with the entire family all at once, so maybe we'll save Paul for another time.
And the last bit of goodness of today is that Paper Boy is much improved in the injury department from last week. He's going to play, and his mobility is much much better, so I'm happy he's no longer in the vast amounts of pain that have plagued his existence this past week. Don't like seeing people I love hurting, so this semi-recuperation is excellent news. YAY Nearly Recovered Paper Boy.
And with that, I close.