Slicing your fingertip open with a scissor is never fun, guys. Never.
Life has been passing me by so damn quickly. I can't believe it's almost October, I really can't. I'm taking two REALLY demanding classes this semester, I'm still settling into my apartment, and I'm working full time (I swear to God, if it happens that they make my library open 9am-9pm on weekdays, I'll kill myself). Oy. I brought my TV to my house with my cousin after work on Wednesday, and I haven't turned it ON since Wednesday night. I'm seriously re-thinking even getting cable at this point, because I don't have the damn time to freakin' watch it.
Got a call on Sunday. My Grandma (Dad's mom) is in the hospital. She had to have two blood transfusions. They're keeping her there for the week to test her, but as of last night.. they weren't going to even START testing until Friday. My aunt was crying to my Dad on the phone, because she's all by herself with Gram and overwhelmed. My uncle is an asshole and God knows where my cousins are. He's going up today, which means I can't travel with him this weekend. If I can swing it, I'll drive up Friday night and stay the weekend. I don't like hearing about people being sick, I need to go there and see how they look myself... because I hate being lied to - - 'Oh, they're fine, don't worry.' BS. I never missed a visit with my Dad last summer, because he would lie about being okay over the phone when he wasn't.
I got really upset when my mother told me, because I feel terribly guilty that I don't talk to Grandma Creech as much as I should. I wanted to visit during the summer with Gram, as Gram and Grandma C haven't seen each other in 12 years...but I never got up there. Crap always came up, and it's such a looong ride, and then staying for like a day so as not to overwhelm her, then leave again. Sigh. But I'll make the trip on Friday night after work, if need be.
My mom kept saying on the phone, "Oh Jessie, she's gonna be fine. She's such a strong woman," but my mother hasn't seen Gram since she was sick 2 years ago. She ISN'T that strong, spunky woman anymore. She doesn't eat enough, she gets tired really easy... she's frail. She's going to be 92, for Christ's sake..and I forget that sometimes. Aggghh.
I have lots of work due on Thursday for my IT class, makeup work for my Museum class since I missed class last week (I went to our union meeting and won a $500 scholarship), and still trying to get the necessities for my apartment. I'm sorry I haven't been updating or commenting lately, I'll get back into the groove eventually.
Now it's time to read about "Art Museum Libraries and Librarianship," oh joy. I just pulled about 6 books from the collection to fill up my back to school display, and I still have an hour left on the desk until lunch time. Gotta read.. sigh. Bye for now, friends.
Got a call on Sunday. My Grandma (Dad's mom) is in the hospital. She had to have two blood transfusions. They're keeping her there for the week to test her, but as of last night.. they weren't going to even START testing until Friday. My aunt was crying to my Dad on the phone, because she's all by herself with Gram and overwhelmed. My uncle is an asshole and God knows where my cousins are. He's going up today, which means I can't travel with him this weekend. If I can swing it, I'll drive up Friday night and stay the weekend. I don't like hearing about people being sick, I need to go there and see how they look myself... because I hate being lied to - - 'Oh, they're fine, don't worry.' BS. I never missed a visit with my Dad last summer, because he would lie about being okay over the phone when he wasn't.
I got really upset when my mother told me, because I feel terribly guilty that I don't talk to Grandma Creech as much as I should. I wanted to visit during the summer with Gram, as Gram and Grandma C haven't seen each other in 12 years...but I never got up there. Crap always came up, and it's such a looong ride, and then staying for like a day so as not to overwhelm her, then leave again. Sigh. But I'll make the trip on Friday night after work, if need be.
My mom kept saying on the phone, "Oh Jessie, she's gonna be fine. She's such a strong woman," but my mother hasn't seen Gram since she was sick 2 years ago. She ISN'T that strong, spunky woman anymore. She doesn't eat enough, she gets tired really easy... she's frail. She's going to be 92, for Christ's sake..and I forget that sometimes. Aggghh.
I have lots of work due on Thursday for my IT class, makeup work for my Museum class since I missed class last week (I went to our union meeting and won a $500 scholarship), and still trying to get the necessities for my apartment. I'm sorry I haven't been updating or commenting lately, I'll get back into the groove eventually.
Now it's time to read about "Art Museum Libraries and Librarianship," oh joy. I just pulled about 6 books from the collection to fill up my back to school display, and I still have an hour left on the desk until lunch time. Gotta read.. sigh. Bye for now, friends.