Men...Men...Men...
So this Christmas was extremely hard.
Dad...after that whole conversation about the Grietzers, he still called the day before Christmas to ask if we were going---LISTEN TO US!!! LOOK AT US!!! I also found out why my brother is mad at my father. God Bless repression...how else had Bud survived asking Dad who he would fight for Crystal or Bud and having his own father reply that he would fight Bud off Crystal as if he was a bum from the street. Ouch. Fucker. Hard to think that someone you love like...well you're father could say something to your brother...
My brother...in Iraq. This was his first Christmas away from home. It hurt. I cried. We did get to talk to him Christmas Eve, which was nice...but then you wake up Christmas morning and realize he's still there. He's such a man though. He send Cherie a letter for closure. Wow...after such a terrible break-up, it's very grown up.
Jared...breaking is hard to do. Especially when it was very cordial and you still live together. And he starts doing incredibly sweet things like coming up to say good night to you, giving you his old digital camera b/c he got a new one and he knows you want one SO bad, etc...He's been getting pretty close with his ex...I'm jealous. For some reason. At first I was really happy...I'm selfish. petty. Blah. I asked him if he had invited her to New Year's here, then I told him how I was feeling (the whole honesty thing) and he asked whether I had invited David...
David...pulled his "I know where this is going...I'm going to stop it going there..." SO frustrating. DO YOU SEE ME? I will never get over how he thinks that he just knows how it's all going to end. I wasn't even sure we were really good friends again, whether it would last...gah. Then he gives me a book of poetry (fucking fantastic by the way) with a poem taped in the front of the book...why? Do I really want to know the answer? Probably not.
Men...
My mom got me a fantastic book called "What women think of Men," to make me laugh about previous part of entry.
"Can you imagine a world without men? NO crime and lots of happy, fat women." Nicole Hollander.
"Men are like street cars, another comes along every fifteen minutes, the trick is not to let one run over you." Frances Deck.
I love it...it now resides in my purse. :)
Other than that, my holiday was phenomenal. Everyone who could be there was and there was a lot of love and laughter.
Dad...after that whole conversation about the Grietzers, he still called the day before Christmas to ask if we were going---LISTEN TO US!!! LOOK AT US!!! I also found out why my brother is mad at my father. God Bless repression...how else had Bud survived asking Dad who he would fight for Crystal or Bud and having his own father reply that he would fight Bud off Crystal as if he was a bum from the street. Ouch. Fucker. Hard to think that someone you love like...well you're father could say something to your brother...
My brother...in Iraq. This was his first Christmas away from home. It hurt. I cried. We did get to talk to him Christmas Eve, which was nice...but then you wake up Christmas morning and realize he's still there. He's such a man though. He send Cherie a letter for closure. Wow...after such a terrible break-up, it's very grown up.
Jared...breaking is hard to do. Especially when it was very cordial and you still live together. And he starts doing incredibly sweet things like coming up to say good night to you, giving you his old digital camera b/c he got a new one and he knows you want one SO bad, etc...He's been getting pretty close with his ex...I'm jealous. For some reason. At first I was really happy...I'm selfish. petty. Blah. I asked him if he had invited her to New Year's here, then I told him how I was feeling (the whole honesty thing) and he asked whether I had invited David...
David...pulled his "I know where this is going...I'm going to stop it going there..." SO frustrating. DO YOU SEE ME? I will never get over how he thinks that he just knows how it's all going to end. I wasn't even sure we were really good friends again, whether it would last...gah. Then he gives me a book of poetry (fucking fantastic by the way) with a poem taped in the front of the book...why? Do I really want to know the answer? Probably not.
Men...
My mom got me a fantastic book called "What women think of Men," to make me laugh about previous part of entry.
"Can you imagine a world without men? NO crime and lots of happy, fat women." Nicole Hollander.
"Men are like street cars, another comes along every fifteen minutes, the trick is not to let one run over you." Frances Deck.
I love it...it now resides in my purse. :)
Other than that, my holiday was phenomenal. Everyone who could be there was and there was a lot of love and laughter.