Stop this train...I wanna get off.
Well fuck me, it was a dark, dark, macabre-esc holiday.
Dark enough that all you can do is laugh.
Days before the end of the semester my Grandpa on my mothers side passed away, so I went home early for that. Then as we prepare for Christmas (The old tradition, of course being going to said deceased grandparents house) we were all reminded, while unpacking the Christmas Stockings, that we had had to put the dog to sleep a few months prior, and that with he and my grandfather gone, the house would be next to silent Christmas day.
I tried to take my mother Christmas shopping a few days before Christmas, and about 4 hours in, we still hadn’t purchased anything, she was like…Screw this…I’m not in the Christmas spirit, take me home kid, which I did. So we make it through the holiday, which is uneasy because the grandfather was the bonding point for his kids, who all are aware that after this night, they’re going to kinda scatter in the wind.
2 days later, I’m up reading, and I go to the bathroom, and my mom is standing in the hallway, pale as a ghost, and says “…I’m having arm and chest pains” So, after a trip to the emergency room, the decide to keep her, assuming she’s had a heart attack, or is about to have on. After monitoring her, and giving her a stress test (not before calling and telling her the amount of the stress test…which I’m certain didn’t help lower the stress levels any), they decided to release her for the evening, so she could have Christmas with her kids and grandkids. Well, they all arrive, and the doctor calls, her results are in, so she goes to pick them up…and 2 hours later we get a call from my dad, saying he is en-route to a larger hospital in Ft.Wayne, because she was having heart murmurs and palpitations…and he’ll call once he knows more.
So my self, my brother, his wife, my sister, and her husband spend the next few hours trying to keep the kids quiet as they realize the opening of Christmas gifts they were promised isn’t happening.
They keep her in the ICU at said larger hospital, and I actually say good bye to her, in the ICU, because it’s time for me to get back in my car and drive to Georgia.
We couldn’t do anything but laugh about it, it was such a horrible holiday season, she actually said to me that I must be ready to get back to Grad school, so I could get some rest…and you know, it was true.
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The new Futurama DVD (Bender’s Big Score) has a full episode of “Everybody loves Hypnotoad” it’s pretty brilliant.
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I have made my living room somewhat nicer. I took down all the posters, and put up framed art, or at least framed movie posters.
“Cuz we’re movin on up”
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I didn’t think I was going to be back in Terre Haute this summer, but it turns out, I think I will be.
Someone made me an offer I couldn’t refuse…and no, it wasn’t Don Vito Corleone.
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Holy crap I am just…beat. This break didn’t allow me to recover from last semester, so how exactly do I make it through THIS semester?
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Should be getting another check in the mail from that commercial I did years ago…that’s good news…the bad news being that I need to spend it all on dental repair.
Doh.
Dark enough that all you can do is laugh.
Days before the end of the semester my Grandpa on my mothers side passed away, so I went home early for that. Then as we prepare for Christmas (The old tradition, of course being going to said deceased grandparents house) we were all reminded, while unpacking the Christmas Stockings, that we had had to put the dog to sleep a few months prior, and that with he and my grandfather gone, the house would be next to silent Christmas day.
I tried to take my mother Christmas shopping a few days before Christmas, and about 4 hours in, we still hadn’t purchased anything, she was like…Screw this…I’m not in the Christmas spirit, take me home kid, which I did. So we make it through the holiday, which is uneasy because the grandfather was the bonding point for his kids, who all are aware that after this night, they’re going to kinda scatter in the wind.
2 days later, I’m up reading, and I go to the bathroom, and my mom is standing in the hallway, pale as a ghost, and says “…I’m having arm and chest pains” So, after a trip to the emergency room, the decide to keep her, assuming she’s had a heart attack, or is about to have on. After monitoring her, and giving her a stress test (not before calling and telling her the amount of the stress test…which I’m certain didn’t help lower the stress levels any), they decided to release her for the evening, so she could have Christmas with her kids and grandkids. Well, they all arrive, and the doctor calls, her results are in, so she goes to pick them up…and 2 hours later we get a call from my dad, saying he is en-route to a larger hospital in Ft.Wayne, because she was having heart murmurs and palpitations…and he’ll call once he knows more.
So my self, my brother, his wife, my sister, and her husband spend the next few hours trying to keep the kids quiet as they realize the opening of Christmas gifts they were promised isn’t happening.
They keep her in the ICU at said larger hospital, and I actually say good bye to her, in the ICU, because it’s time for me to get back in my car and drive to Georgia.
We couldn’t do anything but laugh about it, it was such a horrible holiday season, she actually said to me that I must be ready to get back to Grad school, so I could get some rest…and you know, it was true.
------
The new Futurama DVD (Bender’s Big Score) has a full episode of “Everybody loves Hypnotoad” it’s pretty brilliant.
------
I have made my living room somewhat nicer. I took down all the posters, and put up framed art, or at least framed movie posters.
“Cuz we’re movin on up”
------
I didn’t think I was going to be back in Terre Haute this summer, but it turns out, I think I will be.
Someone made me an offer I couldn’t refuse…and no, it wasn’t Don Vito Corleone.
------
Holy crap I am just…beat. This break didn’t allow me to recover from last semester, so how exactly do I make it through THIS semester?
------
Should be getting another check in the mail from that commercial I did years ago…that’s good news…the bad news being that I need to spend it all on dental repair.
Doh.