Oh my God. I'm trying to put together my resume. Erin's like, Oh, that's easy! For some reason I think she must know something I don't. All of the resume advice I am looking at online is for really serious stuff... career objectives and whatnot. My resume is to give to a restaurant tomorrow, as I have an interview there for a head server position. So it's not like I need to list some of the more...wordsy things, right? I should just make a list of the places I've worked, what positions I've held there, and when, right??? I mean along with my contact information. Should I put down my education history, since it's all non-applicable?? AAHHHH THIS SUCCCKSSSS! HELP!!
Last night I dreamt of you for the first time in ages. I was standing outside of the door of a bar or club that I had just exited, and it was night. There was no one around, and I seemed to be waiting on a friend. He walked out, and it was my friend who looks remarkably like you. He winked and smiled and said something I didn't catch. I told him (probably for the hundredth time) how much he reminds me of you. I looked ahead of me, as he had suddenly left my side and appeared ahead, leaning against a convertible in a small, empty, streetlamp-lit parking lot. He grinned, jestured at the car and said, I told you I'd come. I stared at him, frozen in shock for many seconds, as I realized that he was you after all. Emotion came rushing through my body, up from my stomach, propelling me forward. You wrapped me in your arms as we shared a tender, passionate kiss, the likes of which I have rarely, if ever, experienced. We absolutely... fit. Just a moment into it, I awoke, awash in my love for you.
Thursday was traumatic. Ella got out of the yard as she was running down the length of the fence barking her head off at the obnoxious yellow muscle car that always roars past at about 50 mph, and I don't know if she thinks cars are animals or what, but she decided to take it head-on and lost. She's alive! No tears!! But she got jacked up for sure. Lots of abrasions all over her legs and paws, nails broken and/or ground down, and, worst of all, a broken femur. Thank god I was home at the time. I took her to the vet and the x-rays verified the break. She had to stay overnight and get a pin put in first thing yesterday morning. They had to lay open her right thigh pretty damn good. Poor baby...she's miserable and can't move much. She was so doped up when I went and got her yesterday that she just laid in one or two spots all day and evening yesterday while my dad and I did stuff around my house. (I have more ceiling fans!) But a little before 2 a.m. she started to whimper softly, and I ended up staying up half the night with her, unable to know what she needs or what to do for her. My mom said, after the accident, that she guesses I'm getting a taste of motherhood. Yeah, I suppose so, except I can't talk to Ella. I can't tell her what happened and that she'll be okay and she can't tell me that she's whimpering because she has to pee or wants to turn over onto her other side or is in a lot of pain.
It's really horrible.
But it could have been so much worse.
So here's my question. SURVEY TIME, LJers! Have you found the old saying "bad things happen in threes" to be true? Because it's all how you look at it, of course, but that's sort of number four. :-/ Maybe three. Depends on your viewpoint.
Otherwise the day was okay, as I got to watch two new documentaries on the archaelogical progress in Egypt. Oh and I weighed myself for the first time since August and I"m ten pounds lighter, which means I'm 20 lbs. lighter than I was a little over a year ago. Huh. I don't feel any different, really. My clothes don't much fit differently. But it's the same scale and I checked that it was set right. My brother says I look like I've lost weight. So basically whether or not it's true, it makes me feel better, so I'm going with it.
I'm tired, I'm at work, and I have a ton to do.
BUT!!
We're going to party it up at my place tomorrow night! Come on out!!
Ooh. Just finished watching that awesome Blackbeard show on the National Geographic Channel. Now I'm watching Star Trek. I saw almost two episodes of it before I realized Blackbeard was on.
I love coming to my parents' and experiencing the joys of satellite television.
My head is just way too busy, ya know? I keep changing thoughts so quickly that I don't even know what to write. It's like...photos whizzing by so quickly they are almost a blur.
Oh yeah. I sort of quit the restaurant job. It's so dead there that it's a complete waste of my time to drive in. I felt sort of bad about it, but it's really what I needed to do. (I might still work a few shifts over at their other restaruant, where people actually go to eat.)
So today, not off to such a good start. I am supposed to leave for work at 8:15 on my spa days, and I woke up at 8:20. No shower, no food, no trash-to-the-curb. Damn. I got here only a few minutes late, and of course I had a client right at 9. About 50 minutes into her massage, I get a note under the door that it was supposed to be a 30 min. massage, and that she's about 20 minutes overdue for her facial. D'oh!
Okay. So...I guess I'll take a break and go over the the hospital to visit my great-grandfather and to give my grandmother my mortgage check.
I'd really rather eat and sleep. Tomorrow will be sweet, oh yes.
Bah. Weekend turned out to be a drama-infested dud. I should have stayed home, worked the wedding site with Colin, and hung out at Erin and Tommy's with all of those peeps. Instead I opted for "family time" and working (massages) in Suwannee. I went with the family time thing because, well, you never know, as my mom said. Yeah. Well it turned out to be shit. Other than the fact that I made some money. Which I could have done anyway. And probably without the shit-injection. Whatever. Anyway I've done a lot of massages in the past week and they are blurring together. I feel like I'm working too much. I went out of town for a break, and I worked then too. I worked yesterday, I worked today, I work tomorrow, I work work work work work. I'd better be getting ahead a good bit in the world of dinero. Okay. What to look forward to. Tomorrow night, going to see "Water" at the Hippodrome with Erin and Tommy and I'm not sure who else. You should come, too. $6.50. Check it out: www.thehipp.com We're going to the 7pm show, and are showing up early to peruse the farmer's market. (Which reminds me: I want to get into drumming. Yes, I'm serious.) Also to look forward to: ~I have the day completely off Thursday. Maybe I can get some projects done around the house, if paternal units are available for assistance. Sweet. Nothing like planning to work hard on your day off. ~Party at mom and dad's Saturday for the birthday of a family friend, Blanca. The musician friends are coming and bringing their gear, so there should be good drinking and music. I hope it's a.) not boring and b.)drama free. ~Hanging out at Erin and Tommy's afterwards with the usual suspects plus a few less usual ones. It's bound to be good times. ~My party's a week from then. It looks like a good crowd so far.
In other news: dad's healing up quite nicely, I think my brother can't wait to get back to Kansas in order to get away from his family, and my great-grandfather's on the mend at North FL Regional from a colon cancer surgery.
I'm enjoying a couple of days off in a row... such a rareity. Damn it's nice! Is THIS what people are talking about when they use the term "weekend"?? huh.
I picked up my brother from the airport Monday. He's about the same other than the fact that he's sworn off girls, having gotten stung twice recently. This means, yes ladies and gentlemen, he HAS broken up with the psycho. I think it'll stay that way, as she's been spotted with another guy a LOT. So bro's pissed and is wiping his hands of the whole scene. Hallelujah. (Interesting pics from desert traning out in Death Valley. They have quite a setup out there.)
LISTEN UP! Party at my house in 2 weeks!! Saturday, July 15th, B.Y.O.B., I'll have snack foods and I know I live sort of far for some of you, so feel free to bring sleeping gear and crash at my place. Show up at 8pm or whenever after... we'll be up all night. (I have to work so I won't be there before 7:30 or 8.)
K... gotta go clean and bandage my dad's hand. :-/
Stupid Stomp was sold out. Hmph. I didn't really want to see it anyway. :-(
But Erin says they've been to town before, so chances are they'll come back. Good point.
I had a really great time last night anyway. I met Erin, Tommy, and Colin over at Maude's for coffee, or in my case, iced tea. It's still afternoon at 7pm in Florida, you know. Bloody hot. The iced tea kicked ass, oh so good, and we stood outside, leaning on the railing, listening to the drum circle. I am guessing it's a regualr installment at the Wednesday night Farmer's Market downtown, but I am never usually around at the correct time on the correct day. The farmer's market was beaufitul... fresh organic veggies and milk, lovely earthy jewelery, clothes, handbags, soaps, etc. Such a joyous and comforting place. It was shutting down around the time I got there, but I still got a brief chance to walk through and look at everything. The drum circle was completely awesome, and it was really cool to watch the people who would get up and dance. Erin and I also go a kick out of watching all the little kids playing quite peacefully together, kicking around a ball and running up and down the way. Androgynous little hippy kids are so fucking cute. I wanted to take one home with me, along with a couple of the dogs that people were walking through the area.
Anyway after a while we went inside and Tommy and Colin began the lengthy task of introducing me to the concepts of Dungeons and Dragons, which I will begin playing with them soon!! Colin brought out his manual and went through a number of sections of it with me very methodically, answering my questions like a pro. It was really really interesting. I can't wait to join the ranks of geeks and nerds everywhere. Yeeee!!
Sooo... today was pretty horrid. My dad cut off part of his thumb with a radial arm saw this morning. Mom called me sobbing when the ambulance took him away, telling me what happened and that she can't find the end of his thumb and she needs me. Jesus Christ. To make a long story short, we couldn't find the missing bit, which eventually turned out to be okay, and Mom and I spent the afternoon in a room at Shand's with Dad. They gave him morphine which took care of most of the pain, but it was a long drawn out process, and the surgeon came in and sewed him all up right there in the room. Which was greusome, but pretty damn interesting. Ugh. Poor Dad. He's angry with himself, but has been reassured by the doctors that his movement and sensations are good, etc., and that he won't miss it too much in terms of function.
So now we're at my parents, having dinner and watching Fiddler on the Roof which we all love. Dad's poppin pain pills and trying to take it easy on the whiskey. ha Good times.
"...you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof, trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck."
Aww man... I'm at the spa, working a 9-3:30 shift. I had only one massage scheduled for the entire day, and then she called and canceled. This is horrible! What am I going to DO all day?? Hm. Maybe I can go take a nap on the massage table.
Hey Colin I keep forgetting to tell you that I saw this movie I think you'd enjoy. Maybe you've seen it. It's called Delicatessen and it's by the people who made Amelie. It's friggin weird. I think it was made in '91. Anyway you should check it out. :-)
Stomp is performing tomorrow night and Wednesday night at the Phillips Center. I think I'm going to see if I can go get a last minute cheapo ticket tomorrow. I'd just LOVE to see them finally.
Did you know that there are penguins in South Africa???
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