Prayers, dreams, wishes.....
I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight: "____________________________________"
Well duh, I can't actually write it cause it won't come true. Can't say it outloud either so don't ask =)
Wow, a whole week since I've written. Is it possible I have found myself a life....nope. Nice try though. Lets recap....
Friday night was Ingrid's wedding reception, something I had been excited about for months. It took a little while to break my sweetie out of his bad mood but I think he cheered up after a few beers. My best friend got lost on the way and ended up a bit frustrated. For some reason I wasn't comfortable talking with Deb's family, I think it was the kids. They're at that age where you have to watch what you say, they are very impressionable. And as for Rose, well, I just don't have anything to talk to her about. All I wanted was to get trashed and have fun. The evening started out okay being escorted to our table by one of the brides maids. But after looking around we realized we were the only table without pictures of the wedding and a disposable camera. As if we were just extras, of no importance. Then to find out the bar was closed through dinner and desert and cash bar after midnight, lets just say I was not a happy camper. But I guess thats what happens when you have 2 mortgages to pay for, a reception on a friday night four months after the wedding and a shitting table. Oh well, what am I complaining for, we only work together. The food was very good though, I guess that counts for something. And ya know, Tony and I still haven't had our first dance. Not something that I would be upset about except we've been to 2 weddings in a month and no dance. Since when are slow songs not permitted at weddings, seriously.
Saturday was fun. Tony and I drove around, visited his mom for a while, saw Batman Forever at the IMAX...one word....okay maybe two.....FUCKING AWESOME!!! We went to Mongolian Barbecue for dinner. I was very nervous, it was my first time. It was very good though. Unfortunately I had too much spicy sauce(s) and I couldn't eat too much. But at least next time I know what not to put on it.
Sunday was fathers day. I woke up after dreaming about my parents that night. As always they were healthy. My dad and I were comparing ipods. I crawled out of bed, looked in the mirror and said happy fathers day to my dadddy. Made some phone calls to uncle sam and my brother, neither of whom answered their phones. I did talk to Jessicas dad for a bit which was nice. God I miss my parents. I try not to think about it too much. Not so much because I don't want to, I just don't want to be sad. I know what its like to wake up each morning crying, wishing that I hadn't woken up, and going to bed at night crying and praying to die in my sleep. Grieving for so long. I just don't want to be that person again. Its really hard to explain, thats a whole entry on its own. Remind me someday that I want to talk about my parents. So anyways...sunday. We went to Kensington Park with Tony's dad and Kathy. I swear we're not there 15 minutes before I fall into a broken sand box and tear up my leg. At least we were playing football and I got hurt, its not like I was just walking and tripped. My leg looks terrible, and hurts pretty bad. But I had a few beers, and then a few more, along with some hotdogs and life went on. It was a good day overall. I really like Tony's family. His dad is the kind of guy we can sit around and drink beer and talk all night. His mom, I don't know what it is exactly but I really like her. I guess just looking into her eyes I see a lot of the same pain that I feel, but its more than that. Her personality, she's a tough cookie, I like that. Its hard cause I look at his parents and wish so badly he could've met mine.
So thats about it. Still looking for a job. Actually considering slumming. And I don't mean that in a hooker/stripper kind of way. More like retail or hospitality. Its just so hard. I have a fucking college degree. To even apply in one of those places is so....demoralizing...something like that. But then I look at it this way. I'm going to grad school next year. That means I have approxiametely 14 months to work any damn where I want cause I sure as hell won't be working at Target when I have my masters degree.
Well, I shall now head back to the living room to watch the rest of the Pistons game with my sweetie pie. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. If they do...bite em back.
Well duh, I can't actually write it cause it won't come true. Can't say it outloud either so don't ask =)
Wow, a whole week since I've written. Is it possible I have found myself a life....nope. Nice try though. Lets recap....
Friday night was Ingrid's wedding reception, something I had been excited about for months. It took a little while to break my sweetie out of his bad mood but I think he cheered up after a few beers. My best friend got lost on the way and ended up a bit frustrated. For some reason I wasn't comfortable talking with Deb's family, I think it was the kids. They're at that age where you have to watch what you say, they are very impressionable. And as for Rose, well, I just don't have anything to talk to her about. All I wanted was to get trashed and have fun. The evening started out okay being escorted to our table by one of the brides maids. But after looking around we realized we were the only table without pictures of the wedding and a disposable camera. As if we were just extras, of no importance. Then to find out the bar was closed through dinner and desert and cash bar after midnight, lets just say I was not a happy camper. But I guess thats what happens when you have 2 mortgages to pay for, a reception on a friday night four months after the wedding and a shitting table. Oh well, what am I complaining for, we only work together. The food was very good though, I guess that counts for something. And ya know, Tony and I still haven't had our first dance. Not something that I would be upset about except we've been to 2 weddings in a month and no dance. Since when are slow songs not permitted at weddings, seriously.
Saturday was fun. Tony and I drove around, visited his mom for a while, saw Batman Forever at the IMAX...one word....okay maybe two.....FUCKING AWESOME!!! We went to Mongolian Barbecue for dinner. I was very nervous, it was my first time. It was very good though. Unfortunately I had too much spicy sauce(s) and I couldn't eat too much. But at least next time I know what not to put on it.
Sunday was fathers day. I woke up after dreaming about my parents that night. As always they were healthy. My dad and I were comparing ipods. I crawled out of bed, looked in the mirror and said happy fathers day to my dadddy. Made some phone calls to uncle sam and my brother, neither of whom answered their phones. I did talk to Jessicas dad for a bit which was nice. God I miss my parents. I try not to think about it too much. Not so much because I don't want to, I just don't want to be sad. I know what its like to wake up each morning crying, wishing that I hadn't woken up, and going to bed at night crying and praying to die in my sleep. Grieving for so long. I just don't want to be that person again. Its really hard to explain, thats a whole entry on its own. Remind me someday that I want to talk about my parents. So anyways...sunday. We went to Kensington Park with Tony's dad and Kathy. I swear we're not there 15 minutes before I fall into a broken sand box and tear up my leg. At least we were playing football and I got hurt, its not like I was just walking and tripped. My leg looks terrible, and hurts pretty bad. But I had a few beers, and then a few more, along with some hotdogs and life went on. It was a good day overall. I really like Tony's family. His dad is the kind of guy we can sit around and drink beer and talk all night. His mom, I don't know what it is exactly but I really like her. I guess just looking into her eyes I see a lot of the same pain that I feel, but its more than that. Her personality, she's a tough cookie, I like that. Its hard cause I look at his parents and wish so badly he could've met mine.
So thats about it. Still looking for a job. Actually considering slumming. And I don't mean that in a hooker/stripper kind of way. More like retail or hospitality. Its just so hard. I have a fucking college degree. To even apply in one of those places is so....demoralizing...something like that. But then I look at it this way. I'm going to grad school next year. That means I have approxiametely 14 months to work any damn where I want cause I sure as hell won't be working at Target when I have my masters degree.
Well, I shall now head back to the living room to watch the rest of the Pistons game with my sweetie pie. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite. If they do...bite em back.