The weekend is here!
I've got money! Oh Glory Days! I can eat food! I remember what that's like. It sucks how much my financial situation is in a complete shambles after Christmas. Forget the Febuary blues. Febuary is awesome because my birthday is in Febuary. January sucks ass.
I was awakened at quarter to 11 this morning by being asked if I want a cheeseburger. Oh, YES PLEASE? There's nothing like a big hunk of greasy meat and cheese first thing in the morning.
I went over to my parents for a bit last night and my mom wasn't feeling %100. She's been sick off and on over the past few weeks. My dad has had a series of small strokes related to brain surgery that he had years ago. He's in pretty good shape, don't get me wrong. It's not like he wets himself, drools and has a shuffling gait. More than anything it's affected his personality. He's quiet to the point of painful. Making conversation is aiken to extracting teeth. I love them both. They are two extremely cool people, it just slapped me in the face yesterday that these two aren't as young as they were anymore. My mom looks awesome, she has a body that even I would kill for. She's totally active. I guess her little comments about herself and old age are getting to me. We watched Ed together the other night and she took a bite of popcorn and broke a tooth. Seeing my parents age scares me a little. It makes me consider mortality. It's not like I don't think about mortality, I mean, in my work I see dying every day, but this is closer to home. I know I'm not ready to let go of either of them yet and that's not up to me.
control freak + death = one confused and pissed off chick
You know what Al Gore says, "A zebra does not change its spots."
Ah well. At least I recognise it. I guess that's the first thing. Yes. My parents and the people I love are not immortal. There we go. Now do I get my group hug or something?
Dang. I wish those burgers didn't smell so good. I don't want to have to eat crow.
I was awakened at quarter to 11 this morning by being asked if I want a cheeseburger. Oh, YES PLEASE? There's nothing like a big hunk of greasy meat and cheese first thing in the morning.
I went over to my parents for a bit last night and my mom wasn't feeling %100. She's been sick off and on over the past few weeks. My dad has had a series of small strokes related to brain surgery that he had years ago. He's in pretty good shape, don't get me wrong. It's not like he wets himself, drools and has a shuffling gait. More than anything it's affected his personality. He's quiet to the point of painful. Making conversation is aiken to extracting teeth. I love them both. They are two extremely cool people, it just slapped me in the face yesterday that these two aren't as young as they were anymore. My mom looks awesome, she has a body that even I would kill for. She's totally active. I guess her little comments about herself and old age are getting to me. We watched Ed together the other night and she took a bite of popcorn and broke a tooth. Seeing my parents age scares me a little. It makes me consider mortality. It's not like I don't think about mortality, I mean, in my work I see dying every day, but this is closer to home. I know I'm not ready to let go of either of them yet and that's not up to me.
control freak + death = one confused and pissed off chick
You know what Al Gore says, "A zebra does not change its spots."
Ah well. At least I recognise it. I guess that's the first thing. Yes. My parents and the people I love are not immortal. There we go. Now do I get my group hug or something?
Dang. I wish those burgers didn't smell so good. I don't want to have to eat crow.