Black Thursday, Rly?
Drove to Mom and Dad's on Tuesday for early Thanksgiving to accommodate my terrible schedule. Ryan and I ended up helping Mom decorate the USO building for Christmas, which was awesome, because free Christmas early. Besides the fantasizing I did about Captain America :B Also, we were in the middle of decorating, singing to the Rat Pack's Christmas cd, when suddenly this flamboyant older man waltzes--waltzes--into the room and bursts out singing, "Christmas decorations give me emooootioooonsss!" I had all the laughs.
Dad took us shooting Wednesday morning, and I don't mean to be obnoxious, but I felt really cool. The first round, I hit three targets in a row; I did better the second time, five in a row out of six. Not bad! Dad, of course, put us all to shame; he loaded eight bullets (which I didn't realize), then proceeds to knock out five targets, missing one, then immediately shooting it down, and suddenly turning to a corner target and shooting it. It was like...magic. Really badass, police-trained magic. I think he was really happy to have us out doing something together with him that he actually enjoys. I wish I had better arm strength so I could hold the guns longer.
Thanksgiving was very lovely; too much good food (except my traitor creme brulee, which didn't solidify in the centers, but oh well, next time baby). It was so nice to just be around my family again and live, and not have to worry about schedules and time. We left Thursday afternoon so I could work 7:45 pm to 4:45 am; it was, surprisingly, not awful. They spread out the items over the hours so people weren't crowding so badly; at some points, I was actually bored without anything to do except zone candy bars at the registers. And hey, scored Supernatural season 7 for $10, and How I Met Your Mother 4-6, and Iron Man 2, and the rest of the HP films for $2 each! So go me! But then I had to come back Friday afternoon on the closing shift, and that sucked so hard. I had a three day headache, and I was so tired and cross that all my coworkers were afraid of me. I was also, um, quite overly emotional, and I started crying because this Christmas song was playing about baby's first Christmas, and I obviously was not going to be having a baby anytime soon. I was also crying today because I was so depressed and feeling trapped, and a customer asked for help and scared the crap out of me, and I prayed he didn't realize my eyes were watery. As Ryan said, "It sounds terrifying to be a woman."
I guess I'm going to go drown out feelings in Pinterest again.
Dad took us shooting Wednesday morning, and I don't mean to be obnoxious, but I felt really cool. The first round, I hit three targets in a row; I did better the second time, five in a row out of six. Not bad! Dad, of course, put us all to shame; he loaded eight bullets (which I didn't realize), then proceeds to knock out five targets, missing one, then immediately shooting it down, and suddenly turning to a corner target and shooting it. It was like...magic. Really badass, police-trained magic. I think he was really happy to have us out doing something together with him that he actually enjoys. I wish I had better arm strength so I could hold the guns longer.
Thanksgiving was very lovely; too much good food (except my traitor creme brulee, which didn't solidify in the centers, but oh well, next time baby). It was so nice to just be around my family again and live, and not have to worry about schedules and time. We left Thursday afternoon so I could work 7:45 pm to 4:45 am; it was, surprisingly, not awful. They spread out the items over the hours so people weren't crowding so badly; at some points, I was actually bored without anything to do except zone candy bars at the registers. And hey, scored Supernatural season 7 for $10, and How I Met Your Mother 4-6, and Iron Man 2, and the rest of the HP films for $2 each! So go me! But then I had to come back Friday afternoon on the closing shift, and that sucked so hard. I had a three day headache, and I was so tired and cross that all my coworkers were afraid of me. I was also, um, quite overly emotional, and I started crying because this Christmas song was playing about baby's first Christmas, and I obviously was not going to be having a baby anytime soon. I was also crying today because I was so depressed and feeling trapped, and a customer asked for help and scared the crap out of me, and I prayed he didn't realize my eyes were watery. As Ryan said, "It sounds terrifying to be a woman."
I guess I'm going to go drown out feelings in Pinterest again.