I found out today that a previously very close friend of mine have locked down her twitter account and unfriended me in Facebook. There were previously misunderstandings but I thought we passed them because she told me that she forgave me and we were good. She even referred to me as her best friend. I guess it's all lip service. It is still hard for me to understand when people just end relationships like this so abruptly, without any explanation.
True friends are suppose to love/accept/forgive you no matter what and try work things out with you. I guess my definition of what a true friend is doesn't apply to other people's definitions and I need to realize that.
My life is full of mistakes, and I know that. But I welcome those mistakes so that I can learn from them and grow from them. I never ever do anything knowingly hurtful on purpose, ever. It's just not who I am. If you are a true friend to someone, you will do what it takes to be a true friend, even if it means telling them how they fucked up and hurt you so that they can realize and understand. Then you both can work pass this. I guess my friendship really is worth nothing to some people and it really saddens me.
What was your favorite class in high school? (And no, lunch doesn't count.)
It was my English class. I rarely skipped that class. LOL and I had a chance to write alot...and I enjoyed it.
Love:
That I made a Swwet Potato custard last night.
Vegas! THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My coworker showed me how to put on eye shadow.
This outfit that I got to wear in Vegas AND it was on sale! And because it was on sale, its 50 times cuter to me...
Sleep.
Spam fried rice.
Loathe:
My skin is all out of whack.
I can't afford anything at the Nordstrom sale.
That I could use a haircut.
Last night I had a dream, the second of a new theme. In this dream my grandma (who died of cancer in 1983) has come back to life or reappeared from wherever she'd been hiding. I conjectured perhaps she had been in an induced coma all this time, until they finally cured her. And when she comes back home, my grandpa gets his mind back. This is the new recurring theme. Grandpa Frank has alzheimer's and every time I see him there's a bit less of him there. But in my dream world he goes back to his old grumpy yet good-humored and almost entirely sane self. When grandma comes home.
Their house is the childhood home base that my dreams seem to seek out by default. I never feel safe or happy there in my dreams. There are often problems with the plumbing and the lock on the bathroom door. The main plot point in this particular dream is the appearance of Adolf, one of grandma's long-dead cats. I look out the kitchen window and see him sitting in the middle of the dirt yard where grandpa now keeps his backhoe. I recognize his crooked Hitler mustache. He is bigger and rounder than any non-dream housecat. I announce to grandma that Adolf came home and open the door for him. He rushes inside out of the bitter cold and I sit on the kitchen floor where he uncharacteristically snuggles up on my lap (he was a weird, unfriendly cat). I realize with low-level concern that he is way older than cats are supposed to live. I ask grandma, "When was Adolf born?" She tells me, "45 weeks after your cousin." Even in dream math I realize this is simply not possible. My cousin was born in 1973.... which would make this dream cat over 30 years old. This reasoning launches me toward consciousness, where grandma is still dead and grandpa will never be sane again.
Another theme often found in my dreams: Moving in with my mom in some unfamiliar place that always has complex architecture and more rooms than one would think. The last dream like this was last week, and she and I had moved into an apartment complex much like the one I live in now. In this dream the multitude of rooms we share are spread over two units on opposite sides of the hall (and yet it is still somehow one apartment). It dawns on me that if we divide the space it could be almost like having my own apartment, and I go down the hall to suggest this plan. I find mom has gone insane and is making a variety of loud cat noises. This is not altogether improbable in real life. I try to talk to her quietly and rationally, but she continues to make cat noises. There are a bunch of young women neighbors who come over to help her (wearing fuzzy slippers and pink bathrobes). I decide I can be of no help and lock myself in the other apartment.
It was a stellar week-end. Friday - date night, great night, steak night with the husband. We watched DVR'd shows and relaxed. Always the highlight of every week-end.
Saturday we played with Kiks and Jim in 'Barry and Brian's Brutalization Season Closer' at Sutton Creek. We played the course backwards. It was so cool to really have to 'think' and consider each shot. The tee boxes were in sand traps, on hills, behind trees, and sometimes completely blind. From #2 green we had to hit over golfers on #8 green, and between golfers on #7 green and others teeing off the on #7 to #6 green hole. Complicated! Scary! Awesome!
The pin placements were HARD! 2 greens were tee boxes (putting through fur) and on #7 the best bet was to putt past the hole and let it (hopefully) roll back in (which we did!). So cool. They gave us chili and Sambucca on the turn and had an fantastic buffet set out for us after. What a freakin' fun day - that is why I love Sutton Creek!
Kiks teeing off on the 10th fairway heading for the 18th green. Weird!
William from the 10th fairway to the 18th green.
Jim hitting from a crazy tee box.
Teeing off from the sand.
The keeper of the Sambucca.
Smallest! Furriest! Green! Ever! - Normally the #12 ladies tee box.
On Sunday Billy went golfing with a couple of guys - the weather was too nice to resist - I stayed at home and helped out my mom with a few things, watched some football and ventured over to MomG's for dinner.
Great week-end.
I have been procrastinating about making picks for week 9. Why you may ask? Well, I'm just feeling like the suckiest suck who ever sucked suck when it comes to my picks of late. I'm so terrible it's just depressing! I have no football pick confidence! I lost my mojo!
One good thing about this week is that Cleveland will most assuredly NOT lose. Ahh... That feels almost as good as a win! Is that an old joke when it comes to the bye-week? Because I totally just made that up completely independent of any outside source. Yeah, that's me.
Oh Yeah - 2 weeks until I see that BROWNS at Detroit, and 4 weeks until we venture to Cleveland to see SD at Cleveland! Yeah!
WAS @ ATL - I'll take ATL - I hope this game is not televised.
ARI @ CHI - I don't like this pick. Inconsistent versus Unpredictable. Hm. No confidence in this pick... ARI.
BAL @ CIN - Mr. Picklez says: This was hard to pick. I hate both teams equally. Ouchostinko can suck it. I couldn't agree more! Can both teams lose? I'll take Baltimore.
HOU @ IND - I'll take Indy.
MIA @ NE - My heart wants the Fins to win, but my head is telling me to of course take NE. Head wins. (No comment from William!)
GB @ TB - GB
JAC @ KC - JAC CAR @ NO - NO
DET @ SEA - Lions, you suck even more than you think you do. You just don't see it. But you do. You suck. SEA.
SD @ NYG - NYG. WTF.
TEN @ SF - Okay, okay... here's my reasoning. TEN was humiliated and spanked by the Pats. Then they had a bye week, and maybe some pep talks and massage or something and actually beat Jacksonville - which is no huge feat I realize, HOWEVER - they had a fairly tough schedule... @ PITS - loss by 3. VS. HOU @ home lost by 3. @ Jets. lost by 7.. then their confidence drops like a rock... only to get spanked by the Jags, INDY and NE... (two of 3 are good teams...) then the bye week. So, is this the new and improved Titans? Probably not, but what the hell... I'll take TN.
DAL @ PHI - I hate both teams, PHI more than Dallas. I think PHI will win this one at home - please don't be televised.
DEN @ PIT - Wow, I realize that I have a lot of hate in my heart... Cinci, Balt, Dallas, PHI, DEN and Pits... I have issues. I'll take Pits, but it pains the BROWNS fan in me, but what doesn't?
I even like that country song, although I don't go to church or have a front porch to sit on...
- Football football football
- CBS News Sunday Morning. One of my favorite shows.
- FOX NFL Sunday. Love those guys. Although Bradshaw played for Pits (the bane of my existence) he still cracks me up. I like Michael Strahan too. They are so much better than the CBS coverage.
- It's perfectly acceptable to be very lazy on Sundays
- MomG often makes dinner
- America's Funniest Videos
- Can wear joggies and comfies all day and nobody cares
It doesn't appear to take much to make me happy.... just a lack of responsibility, a TV and cotton.
My back has really been bothering me lately. I seriously try not to complain, or walk oddly, or even mention it... but holy Hannah!
I thought by not golfing as much, it would ease up, but the pain instead has gotten worse. Add to that the possibility of an issue with my left rotator cuff - I'm a hot walking mess at the ripe old age of 36.
Anyways, I've been helping out my mom the last few days and been pretty neglectful around here. One of the reasons I love Fridays is because it's the day I clean the house - a nice clean house to hang out in all week-end with my William. Ahhhh....
When I was a kid, I had a lot of household chores to do and my mom would always ask me to vacuum, because it 'hurt her back'. I'm not kidding when I say I used to think she was faking. Well, here I am with a sore back vacuuming.
Now, the following with either enlighten you or cause you to say, 'well, DUH!', but it's not the actual vacuuming that hurts ones back. It's the bending over.
I vacuumed only the carpets today (I swept the floors because of my back), and I bent over 31 times. Sometimes it was just to pick up a resilient feather, and other times it was hauling the machine around. That's a lot of bending over.
So now I'm off to the couch!
Ok, I'm a litttle late, it's Friday...
Love:
Gabby and I are feeling better.
I'm slowly starting to taste my food again.
Gabby has brushed her teeth before bed 2 nights in a row.
Seattle has a couple of clear and sunny days.
My pedicure and how pretty my toes look.
Airborne.
Loathe:
I woke up last night and heard thunder and wanted to cry! I was scurred!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was really sick on Halloween so I missed my Zumba party.
My underwear is old. LOL
