Sure, it had its moments, like getting to meet my new nephew, hanging out at the salon with Lindy long after she'd finished with my hair, and singing in the SDCC concert, but overall?
Let's just say I'm summing it up by saying I was home long enough to remember why I left.
There's nothing quite like telling your mother you carry a lot of guilt around and having her ask why, and then moments later in the same conversation hearing the disappointment in her voice when she asks why you lied to her about your new boyfriend. I also didn't like the embarrassment of having to explain to all my old choir friends - who were hearing about my wedding plans last time we all saw each other a year go - that I'm not actually married now.
Guilt, shame, embarrassment, general awkwardness - yes, I changed states just in time. Too bad the residual self-ickyness from the trip hasn't quite worn off yet.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
I think not
So I've come to the conclusion that my broken mirror was not a coincidence after all, because the other morning, after dropping me off at the airport so I could go home for Mother's Day weekend (more on that later), Irish walked out to his truck to find the back window broken... and the culpable rock still in the back seat.
We both remembered the time, about two weeks ago, when we came home from work after midnight to find a car in our parking space, and, in the interest of not waking the tons of kids we see on the playground outside our bedroom window every day, instead of honking like we usually would, we called the 24-hour courtesy phone and had the car ticketed.
It sucks to know that there are mean, vengeful people like that out there, and that they live in our neighborhood, and that they're essentially stalking us. It sucks more that there's nothing our apartment manager can do because both cars were on the street when the incidents occurred. But in reporting it, we moved to the top of the list for a second parking space or garage, and rumor has it we won't be paying the fee to get that space either.
We'd been seriously considering renewing our lease when it's up in August, but now maybe we'll look into moving downtown (oh, so much safer, I know) or out by work (assuming we each get, like, a five-dollar raise in July).
We both remembered the time, about two weeks ago, when we came home from work after midnight to find a car in our parking space, and, in the interest of not waking the tons of kids we see on the playground outside our bedroom window every day, instead of honking like we usually would, we called the 24-hour courtesy phone and had the car ticketed.
It sucks to know that there are mean, vengeful people like that out there, and that they live in our neighborhood, and that they're essentially stalking us. It sucks more that there's nothing our apartment manager can do because both cars were on the street when the incidents occurred. But in reporting it, we moved to the top of the list for a second parking space or garage, and rumor has it we won't be paying the fee to get that space either.
We'd been seriously considering renewing our lease when it's up in August, but now maybe we'll look into moving downtown (oh, so much safer, I know) or out by work (assuming we each get, like, a five-dollar raise in July).
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Somehow, I haven't broken down.
Today:
I'm still sick - going on two weeks now - and on the last day of my period. This cold is going to make it hard to sing in the SDCC concert this weekend, which sucks.
I took my car in to get the driver's side mirror replaced - you know, the one that was obliterated in a hit-and-run while my car was parked on the street over the weekend - and it cost over half of what I just (finally) got back from closing my NatWest account.
As Irish & I were walking around the U-district, waiting for the call from the VW dealership, a bird shit on me - on my face. I was actually a little happy that it missed my hair and clothes, but still.
In other news, I can overhear Irish on the phone with his evil stepmother out on the porch, talking about getting me a puppy for my birthday.
I'm still sick - going on two weeks now - and on the last day of my period. This cold is going to make it hard to sing in the SDCC concert this weekend, which sucks.
I took my car in to get the driver's side mirror replaced - you know, the one that was obliterated in a hit-and-run while my car was parked on the street over the weekend - and it cost over half of what I just (finally) got back from closing my NatWest account.
As Irish & I were walking around the U-district, waiting for the call from the VW dealership, a bird shit on me - on my face. I was actually a little happy that it missed my hair and clothes, but still.
In other news, I can overhear Irish on the phone with his evil stepmother out on the porch, talking about getting me a puppy for my birthday.
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