32 year old Pagan
female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats, loves Disney,
reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and believes growing up is
overrated.
Deals with several chronic health
concerns and worked part-time as an Admin Assist until the company
closed in November 2009. Looking once again for a part time job.
Also runs her own small business,
PhoenixFire Designs.
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"seasons greetings 2009" ver.
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There are people on the net that
have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty to other
people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a day talking
about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a day
talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I say
grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the
web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am,
or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my
hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on,
go somewhere else. It's really, really easy. Honest. You just
click the little "x" in the corner of your browser and *poof* the
offending, big, mean and nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine.
That means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like
it if I'm bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go
somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too
fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the line, someone
forgot this simple fact: Live and let live
Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This
journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to
write and express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So
read or don't, it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
: : seasons greetings : :
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Friday, January 29, 2010
Memories and Migraines (6:09pm) The Memories -It's been a weird couple of days. Yesterday I went up to my Nanny's house about an hour away to help my mom sort through the items in her house. Nanny is 93 now with dementia and sadly, simply cannot live on her own, by herself anymore. So Mom - along with the consent of her siblings - put Nanny's house up for sale and is moving Nanny into an assisted living facility on February 5th. The house sold so it means my mom's been there all week packing, sorting and selling off the things Nanny doesn't need anymore. (And while yes, it may seem cold or mean to do this, Nanny is not of her right mind anymore and while she believes she doesn't need help, the sad truth is that she's falling in her own house and such and it's just not safe any longer. My mom hates to have to make this decision for her but it really is overdue and necessary.)
So yesterday I was up there and on sorting duty. Going through stacks of paperwork to weed out the good stuff to save and throwing away or shredding the things no longer needed. It was weird because we found so many odd and old things that no one knew were still around. Nanny had stuff stuffed in with stuff so you had to really examine everything to know what it was. Which meant I wound up finding all sorts of interesting things - things like items from the flower shop my Nanny had when my mom was a girl, and things like my mom's Dad's death certificate and such. (My maternal grandfather died when my mom was only 9 in a car accident so needless to say I never had a chance to met him. I tend to think of him as "mom's dad" more then "my grandfather" simple because I never knew him.) We also found his actual wallet which was weird. Interesting, slightly morbid and yet fascinating at the same time. I mean, it still had his driver's license and social security card and all sorts of things in there. Just...wow. No one knew it still existed.
I brought home a piece of furniture I always wanted of Nanny's - an Art Deco style buffet table that was apparently my Great-Grandmother's. Its from the 1920's and while it needs a little love - it's a little beat up from being over 85 years old! - I've always liked it and I always hoped some day I would inherit the piece. I also saved Nanny's records which I figured were worth researching and seeing if they were worth anything to sell, and a few old books that were interesting (a book on physiology from 1929 that was once a book in the New York Pubic Library for example.) It was kinda neat seeing all this old stuff and going through it. I mean it was sad that Nanny's not coming back to her house and that we had to go through it all because she's just getting very old now but it was a neat walk through many decades of history - both personal family and in general.
long break away from the pc
(10:04pm) The Migraines - Today at 1pm I was supposed to have that interview but when I woke up around 10am this morning, it was to an instant migraine already in progress. Things got even worse very quickly, so I called and feigned a "family emergency" and rescheduled for Monday at 10am. I don't feel too bad about it because the job is a long-shot anyway in that it will require them to come down on the number of hours. (Right now it's six hours a day, five days a week which is FAR too close to full time for me to handle. Unless they come down to no more than four days total, preferably Monday and Tuesday on, Wednesday off and Thursday and Friday on, I can't accept it anyway. And I doubt they'll be that flexible in their hours.)
So I spent the ENTIRE day today in absolute misery. My head hurt worse then it has for a long time. Even now, at 10 o'clock at night, I still have that "migraine hangover" feeling where it still hurts but not quite as bad but definitely not fully gone and still at the edge of serious pain.
Anyway, that's the sum of my last few days. I started this a few hours ago but stopped for dinner and other things so I just wanted to get it done and posted. I'm hoping by tomorrow the migraine will fully have broken because today was just a total loss and being in pain for that many hours is just hell. Let's hope for a pain-free weekend.
