4 posts tagged “family”
I really was going to attempt to keep up with this better. I really planned to and then the universe, in its infinite wisdom, decided that things needed to go into free fall, topped off with my mother dying at the end of January. She wasn't sick and it was quite unexpected and emotionally draining, to say the least. I'm still in emotional overload, trying to deal with a whole lot of stuff, but I'm trying to attempt some sort of normalcy.
Easier said than done. Life is just...insane...right now.
I'm also attempting to get back to reading. I haven't really had the attention span for much, but I did finish one book and am currently reading two more.
I had read the first book before the holidays and enjoyed the premise. I liked this one more as the main character deals with her new identity and battling feelings of revenge versus helping people. I like that it's not a simple case of black-and-white for the main character or a few of the other secondary characters. I'm hoping to read the third book soon.
Currently reading the latest Rob Thurman as I love the Cal Leandros series and I was giving the Cassandra Claire trilogy of books a try. I'm not sure on the latter quite yet. It has an interesting plot, but the writing is far from great.
What makes your best friend so special?
Submitted by Jessmiloo.
I have two best friends (well, three if you count the boy) - my sissy and Shannie (aka my soulmate). I must admit when I was a kid, my sister and I had our issues and my mother would say things like, "One day you'll be best friends" and I thought she was insane. I would point out that my brothers didn't grow up and become best friends, to what she replied, "Yes, but boys are stupid sometimes." Apparently, this is one of those things my mother was right about as my sister and I are close, even when she annoys the hell out of me.
Shannon and I call each other soulmates because for a long time before we met we had all these people in common and then we met and we instantly clicked. We tend to say things at the same time, share many loves, and just have a basic good vibe between us. Like we went on vacation for 10 days and everyone said it was weird that we didn't have one argument/disagreement while sharing quarters - we decided it's because we're so much alike that we're both able to just back off if the other is annoyed. Plus, in Ireland, like in the movie Matchmaker, we banged our heads together by accident and then simultaneously pointed at one another and said, "Soulmates." So we are. Her husband and the boy both just accept this as fact.
I have managed to survive the holidays and my mother's birthday with my sanity still intact. Well, as much as it ever was, so take that for what it's worth.
I had a lovely vacation from work, but my plans to be lazy and do little to nothing were completely foiled by family, friends, and the boy. I ended up running about a lot, visiting with people, watching movies (which, yeah, I wanted to do), and being the basic social butterfly.
For the record, I hate being a social butterfly. I'm quite fond of being a homebody antisocial.
And I was once again reminded of how very little I have in common with anyone in my family. I mean, they're Republicans. They tell racist jokes over dinner and when I don't laugh, they say I have no sense of humor. They don't really believe that Global Warming is a big problem. INSANE. I leave these visits with them wondering where the hell I came from and how I can get back there.
Now I am back at work - so much fun - and wishing I could just sleep for a few days straight.
What is your earliest memory?
Submitted by Megan.
There are two of them that occurred when I was two years old. I remember them, but I've also heard the story involving them throughout my life so my memories have probably altered from the stories. But oh well, what can you do?
When I was two years old, I remember how my father was driving one of his co-workers to his daughter's house (who was friends with my mother) and I was with them. We were meeting up with my mom and her friend, but they kept getting lost Finally, I got annoyed and said, "Daddy, you are going the wrong way. Jackie's house is down that road!" I'm the one who got them to her house, proving that I learned my sense of direction at an early age because both my parents were incompetent when it came to things like that.
The other vivid memory I have is from around the same time. My brother and father were having a HUGE, fist fight (my older brother was eighteen) and I tried to separate them. I was very upset that they were fighting like this and I went to push my brother back, only to have him and my father step on me. At which point, my mother got angry and involved (and you really don't want my mother angry) because now the two-year-old was hurt because of them. For many years I held it over my brother's head that I got hurt because of him.
