And a very interesting day it was!
Today was very nice, and also-in a way-bizarre...
We met with my uncle Bobby today for lunch. He drove down from Indy, and he and his girlfriend Lauren (whom I like a great deal) met my mother and I for a very nice steak. The best part was how he did it. We were all talking, and then he said he needed to go to the loo. When he returned, he sat down, looked directly at my mother and said,
"Lauren is thirteen weeks pregnant."
My mother immediately started crying. A good cry, but still crying. As he is sitting their freaking out and asking me whether or not this was good, my mother wrapped her arms around Lauren and said "I'm so happy for you honey." You know, after the week that my mother has had, this was a proper ending. I am very happy for the both of them and look forward to a new baby in September. Of course my mom was telling them that a January wedding was not good, but after the talk my mother and I had last night about all of the guilt and regret she feels, I am sure that she simply doesn't want them to make some of the mistakes that both she and my grandmother made. Although my parents were married when I was born, it was very much of the shotgun variety. Oh well, I will say that I did grow up in as loving a household as I believe is possible, and I have no doubts that this baby will enjoy the same thing.
Good times, and the steak was bloody and delicious!
My smoking has been cut back by monumental proportions. This was not, repeat not, a conscience decision on my part. I simply don't want them nearly as often. By that I mean over an hour apart at this point, although the way it is going I wouldn't be suprised if that increased--which again,at this point, is a lovely thought. Today I had to buy Camel Lights, because the others were positively murder.
This morning I sat in my room naked for like twenty minutes as I was getting ready. My dad nearly walked in on me! Afterwards, I noticed that I didn't scream at him for the intrusion, and it occurred to me that I wasn't ashamed of how I look. Like at all.
I'm so hot....
But if you need convincing, ask me to strip for you, and I will gladly oblige.
Also, while looking in the mirror, I saw a face that wasn't sunken, and eyes that weren't surrounded by black. It was a face lit up by bright beautiful eyes. If this is what happens after less than a week of good eating and nearly no coffee, as well as reduced smoking, then I must say that I cannot wait to look in the mirror a week from today.
I do not want to imply that everything is roses. It simply isn't and for that matter nothing is. The argument with my brother Friday night was definitely not fun. But it is far easier to take the other things in stride now that I see all of the good in my life. For one, I am really splediferous. For another, I have all of you, and knowing I am surrounded by such a support system does cause me to sleep alot better.
Week after next I am going to scrub my walls, maybe get some of the smoke smell out of here. Sleeping in this house is killing me! Tommorrow its my bureau drawer...it will be nice to get rid of so much useless shit.
And now to finally turn the TV on today, and get ready for the Sopranos.
Be well everyone!
We met with my uncle Bobby today for lunch. He drove down from Indy, and he and his girlfriend Lauren (whom I like a great deal) met my mother and I for a very nice steak. The best part was how he did it. We were all talking, and then he said he needed to go to the loo. When he returned, he sat down, looked directly at my mother and said,
"Lauren is thirteen weeks pregnant."
My mother immediately started crying. A good cry, but still crying. As he is sitting their freaking out and asking me whether or not this was good, my mother wrapped her arms around Lauren and said "I'm so happy for you honey." You know, after the week that my mother has had, this was a proper ending. I am very happy for the both of them and look forward to a new baby in September. Of course my mom was telling them that a January wedding was not good, but after the talk my mother and I had last night about all of the guilt and regret she feels, I am sure that she simply doesn't want them to make some of the mistakes that both she and my grandmother made. Although my parents were married when I was born, it was very much of the shotgun variety. Oh well, I will say that I did grow up in as loving a household as I believe is possible, and I have no doubts that this baby will enjoy the same thing.
Good times, and the steak was bloody and delicious!
My smoking has been cut back by monumental proportions. This was not, repeat not, a conscience decision on my part. I simply don't want them nearly as often. By that I mean over an hour apart at this point, although the way it is going I wouldn't be suprised if that increased--which again,at this point, is a lovely thought. Today I had to buy Camel Lights, because the others were positively murder.
This morning I sat in my room naked for like twenty minutes as I was getting ready. My dad nearly walked in on me! Afterwards, I noticed that I didn't scream at him for the intrusion, and it occurred to me that I wasn't ashamed of how I look. Like at all.
I'm so hot....
But if you need convincing, ask me to strip for you, and I will gladly oblige.
Also, while looking in the mirror, I saw a face that wasn't sunken, and eyes that weren't surrounded by black. It was a face lit up by bright beautiful eyes. If this is what happens after less than a week of good eating and nearly no coffee, as well as reduced smoking, then I must say that I cannot wait to look in the mirror a week from today.
I do not want to imply that everything is roses. It simply isn't and for that matter nothing is. The argument with my brother Friday night was definitely not fun. But it is far easier to take the other things in stride now that I see all of the good in my life. For one, I am really splediferous. For another, I have all of you, and knowing I am surrounded by such a support system does cause me to sleep alot better.
Week after next I am going to scrub my walls, maybe get some of the smoke smell out of here. Sleeping in this house is killing me! Tommorrow its my bureau drawer...it will be nice to get rid of so much useless shit.
And now to finally turn the TV on today, and get ready for the Sopranos.
Be well everyone!