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Sunday, March 19, 2006
Subject: Handing Out Medals?
Time: 12:16:02 AM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Silly
Hello Loyal Readers, Friends, Family and Peanut Gallery *Grins*
Yes, the bad penny is back like a return of the Black Plague without the horrible side effects...like death. *HAHA*
I had a wonderful night tonight. Spent an evening at the Opera. The Springer Opera House was putting on the Musical, Guys & Dolls. It was great! They actually had an actor that use to play on Northern Exposure. Okay, now that I have admitted to being one of only 7 people the world over that ever watched that show....I'll just sew my lips shut to save further embarrassment *HAHA*
Anywho...excellent singing though they could have been a little lower in volume in some parts, it was almost as if I were at a rock concert instead of a play with the volume they reached at times. Good lord do they have pipes...the entire lot of them!
Anywho...I have to renew my subscription for next year. I think they have some good plays coming up then though I was FAR more excited about this year's line up than what's presented to us next. I mean come on....Guys & Dolls, Romeo & Juliet and a Closer Walk With Patsy Cline....can we say snooty patooty theater patron heaven?! Yeah! And my goofy arse missed Romeo & Juliet! Don't ask...long story and it involves my being female, PMS and the fact that NO clothes EVER fit right during THOSE seven days of the month! HEHEHE
Next year's line up involves a few lesser known plays and musicals but lots of great stuff. I'm interested, the hubby isn't. The $225 dollars that it will cost me since I am no longer a student getting those cherry plum rates will fall some where in between him and I. I will win! I am woman...hear me throw a fit if I don't! HAHA
Oh...on a side note...HA....Celebrating an anniversary soon with that darling man that I will nag into submission about my theater tickets. Yep, that's right...eight years as of March 20th. Can you believe he's put up with me THAT long? He's such a brave soul. Shouldn't they give men the Purple Heart or something just for getting married? I mean come on...who else do you think suffers during those seven days of the month when no clothes fit right? If the store is out of Midol and Chocolate...the man will surely die in the line of duty! *Snickers*
Anywho...Monday is 8 years. Jose's such a good man and while I might seem like a spoiled brat...wait a minute...I am. LOL It's all his fault though. He loves me...lots. I am truly blessed to have him. So...to the man that never reads my journal....in case you ever do see this...know that I am thinking of you and loving you more than my feeble grasp of words will ever allow me to say.
*Insert moment for any women currently in their seven day period so tissues and Chocolate can be grabbed*
-Back to regularly scheduled programing.-
Wooooo...anywho....Guess what! I have a new reader! My sister! No, not Katie...she never reads me...the wench. My OTHER sister...Cathy....yep....don't know if anyone remembers my first post but I kinda laid out my family tree as scrawny as it was. I hadn't talked to Cathy in years. Well, thanks to Katie...Cathy and I are not only talking but she's stalking me through my journal. I'm so loved! HEHE
Alright everyone....it's late and I'm getting silly so I'm closing this off now in pursuit of my bed. But trust me...you'll get updates. The war has yet begun over those theater tickets. We're in the middle of a cease fire until after the anniversary is over but after that...the gloves are off. The men will lose. Someone get the Purple Hearts ready!
Hugs and Love,
-Raven
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Saturday, March 18, 2006
Subject: Food For Thought
Time: 8:21:29 AM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Sad
Just something that I found sent to me in an email. It gives you something to think about, don't it? I know not everyone agrees with me on this but to me, I agree, Love is Love no matter who or what you are.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called
a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the childrenI bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
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Monday, March 6, 2006
Subject: First Thoughts....Thanks Amy
Time: 11:24:35 PM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Chillin'
Type your FIRST REACTION when you hear these words:
1. I need: WATER! (Hold on....drink run to the kitchen. Back in 30 seconds!)
2. Sex: is overrated
3. Relationships: vary
4. Your Last Ex: Ummmm been married so long that I barely remember his name.
5. Power: Attitude
6. Marijuana: Idiots
7. Crack: Bigger Idiots
8. Food: Not Hungry, thanks.
9. The President: Biggest Idiot!
10. War: Senseless
11. Cars: Trucks
12. Gas Prices: Extreme
13. Halloween: Witches
14. Politics: Baby Diapers (Politicians are like baby diapers...changed often and for the same reason)
15. Religion: Faith
16. ? Come on people quit losing the questions
17. MySpace: Work (The guys at work surf My Space.com to look at girls pictures. The place is little better than a porn web site. *Shakes head*)
18. How the hell do people lose the questions?
19. Marriage: Love, acceptance, unity, friendship and understanding.
20. Fashion: I don't give a flying rat's tail what Paris says is the new black!
21. Brunettes: are under estimated
22. Redheads: Passionate
23: Work: UGH!
24: Pass the time: Hobbies
24: Football: Find Remote
25. One night stands: Not even interested!
26: Pet Peeve: Take a seat...this will take a while.
27: Pixie Stix: Sugary chalk rotting out my teeth.
28: Vanilla Ice: Next Pop Star featured on "Where are they now?"
29: Porta Pottie: WILL.....HOLD...IT, thank you very much!
30: High school: Over Achiever
31. We're missing 31 too?!
32. Pajamas: Comfy clothes
33. Wood: Trees
34. Surfers: Sharks
35. Pictures: Worth a thousand words.
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Subject: Oscar Monkeys
Time: 10:49:17 PM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Chillin'
Yes, we were experiencing minor technical difficulties with that previous post. I still haven't fixed it. I'm lazy. What can I say? HEHEHEHE
I got the sweetest comment from Jackie. She missed me alot. And Gayla....and Kiesha....and well...everyone. I'm so loved! Shame on me for leaving you all for so long. I missed you all too.
I found a game in another entry today. I want to play along so I think there will be another post after this one. Whoooo...hold on to your britches...I might make three today. WhoooooHoooooo. *Grins*
I had to work today, it wasn't so bad. Wasn't too good either because we were slow. I swear, an empty store makes an eight hour shift feel like eternity watching Kill Bill over and over. I'd scratch my own eyes out if I ever had to even watch that movie once. Kill Bill was one of the only movies I have ever got up and walked out on. The other movie I walked out on? Kill Bill Volume 2! Yeah...saw that one too...sort of. Blame the hubby. He thinks they are hilarious and I love his goofy arse even if his taste in movies leaves MUCH to be desired.
Speaking of movies, the hubby and I joined NetFlix tonight. Anyone know anything about that? I figured it was worth a shot. He and I have been renting movies from the store alot lately and I thought we might save some money this way. Does anyone out there use them? Are they any good? Should I cancel subscription now and save myself some frustration? Opinions would be helpful. *winks*
The Oscars have surprised me. I agree with you Jackie, Brokeback Mountain was snubbed all the way around. The Best Director nod seems like a charity case award. Almost as if they didn't really want to support the movie at all but knew they couldn't completely ignore it. No, just ignore some of the best acting that I think has been done in quite a while. I mean, come on! Take this kind of sensitive subject, add in young Hollywood actors and actresses and have it turn out as great as it did....and you're not showering it with awards? That's a crock! I also think Memoires of a Geisha was robbed. Itwas a phenomenal portrayal of WW II Japan and demystifying the life of a Geisha and yet it got best costumes and something else but no major awards? It wasn't even in the running?! Who do they have judging these award shows? A room of circus monkeys?
And the speeches...the presenters got to run off at the mouth with bad jokes but the winners had music playing the whole time they talked. I thought that was very rude!
Anyway...enough of my rant about the Oscars. I could be here all night and I just can't do it. I got to work tomorrow sooooo...off to play my game so I can post it here too. Then it's bed time for Bonzo. Good night all.
*Hugs, Kisses and Love*
-Raven
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Subject: No E-Mail Address
Time: 9:47:36 AM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Happy
NO E-MAIL ADDRESS
An unemployed man is desperate to support
his family of a wife and three kids.
He applies for a janitor's job at a large firm
and easily passes an aptitude test.
The human resources manager tells him,
"You will be hired at minimum wage of $5.35 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address so that we can get you in the loop. Our system will automatically e-mail you all the forms and advise you when to start and where to report on your first day."
Taken back, the man protests that he is poor and has neither a computer nor an e-mail address.
To this the manager replies, "You must understand that to a company like ours that means that you virtually do not exist. Without an e-mail address you can hardly expect to be employed by a high-tech firm Good day."
Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having $10 in his wallet, he walks past a farmers' market and sees a stand selling 25 lb. crates of beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to a busy corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than 2 hours he sells all the tomatoes and makes 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day, he ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night with several bags of groceries for his family.
During the night he decides to repeat the tomato business the next day. By the end of the week he is getting up early every day and working into the night. He multiplies his profits quickly.
Early in the second week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells the cart to buy a broken-down pickup truck
At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His two sons have left their neighborhood gangs to help him with the tomato business, his wife is buying the tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the community college so she can keep books for him.
By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice used trucks and employs fifteen previously unemployed people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard.
Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a fleet of nice trucks and a warehouse that his wife supervises, plus two tomato farms that the boys manage. The tomato company's payroll has put hundreds of homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter reports that the business grossed over one million dollars.
Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance.
Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him for his e-mail
address in order to send the final documents electronically.
When the man replies that he doesn't have time to mess with a computer and has no e-mail address, the insurance man is stunned,
"What, you don't have e-mail? No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would be today if you'd had all of that five years ago!"
"Ha!" snorts the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years ago I would be sweeping floors at Microsoft and making $5.35 an hour."
Which brings us to the moral of the story:
Since you got this story by e-mail, you're probably closer to being a janitor than a millionaire
Sadly, I received it also.
*Dies laughing* Nothing like an email from a friend to remind you of such stark realities in life is there? Just thought I'd pass this along before I trudged off to sweeping floors at Microsoft.
Have a great day everyone.
-Raven
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Sunday, March 5, 2006
Subject: Making The J-Land Rounds
Time: 2:26:56 PM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Loopy
Making the rounds....went through all the journals on my side bar and popped in to see what everyone's been up to. I am such a pathetic friend and journal reader. BAH....I wish I hadn't let myself get so far behind.
I am trying though. Honest.
Had to take some down as they were missing or had gone private without me. I guess since I haven't been reading like I should, then I don't get to complain that they forgot me. I would have forgotten me too.
I still have some very loyal readers. I am utterly thankful for them and humbled by their dedication to what at times has seemed like a "dead" journal. The writer isn't far behind her journal in that aspect most times. HEH
I also removed the counter from my journal. It had rest itself to 18 again. Whatever! This makes the second time that I have lost it and so now, I'll just assume that my beloved little journal has been read so many times that it rivals the Harry Potter series. *Grins*
Okay, Okay...maybe not but it was good for the ego wasn't it?
I also changed the colors on the journal. Not sure if I like it or if I'm just not use to it. Love the green though....I swear I was Irish in another life.
Alright, going to actually get that house work done now that I said at the end of my last entry I was headed to do. See now why I am the resident ghost? I am sooooo easily distracted. And yes, I know I am going to have to change this color back to something less blinding when I change the background....again. *Le Sigh*
MUAH! Love, Hugs and Kisses!
-Raven
P. S. Thanks to Roxy for the graphics. Aren't they great?!!!!
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Subject: SURPRISE...Another Update!
Time: 12:37:41 PM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Quiet
Just another drive by update from the resident ghost. Yes I know they are few and far between....my updates...not the ghosts. I am sure there are others like me out there...somewhere.
I don't know what's happened to my drive to keep my journal. I've lost it somewhere amid the numerous demands I've placed on myself. Yes, I place them there. People can't demand things of you if you don't let them right? Even work is a self inflicted demand. I could quit and poof...no more demand but then the weight of being jobless would sink on me like a shroud and you all would be cursing the day when I turned back to my journal as a forum to lament and wallow in my wretched self pity. I think you'd rather prefer me to stay the resident ghost than to have to listen to any more of that whiney crap right?
Work...well....here's the basic run down list of how that's going. I survived Christmas....barely. Don't ask me how I survived as I am sure it was completely due to divine intervention and completely out of my hands. I can't take credit for my survival, only give thanks to who ever or whatever had pity of my wretched soul. Now here it is March and my former manager retired. Yep, she served Radio Shack for 18 years and finally retired. Our new manager, male, is going to be alright though...I think. He's been there about 3 weeks now. Some others dislike him but I'm thankful that finally I have a manager that actually CARES that I still can't sell Cell Phones. Yeah...he's a slave driver but when I finally start making money from selling those things...I'll be praying at the alter of his greatness religiously!
Poor guy though...he's driving two hours just to get to work every day. He was moved into our store but lives in Atlanta. Yeah...he'll be moving soon I think. That drive would get old quick! Least for me it would.
Ummmmm I finally had Christmas with my sister. It was in January but I was able to take her presents down to her. It wasn't a good trip since her hubby and I got into it but least her presents were delivered. Her hubby however has ruined any chance of me ever returning there to ever spend the night again. My choice not to..not theirs. I will not be subjected to his stupidity or having to leave my sisters house at nearly 2 AM because of him. While it might be a mistake..it's one I wont over look again. He drinks and becomes stupid when he does. Just because she puts up with it doesn't mean I have to. Yeah...love my sister to death but I could do without her hubby. He's a good man when he's not drinking but some things I just don't forgive or forget easily. Enough on that subject.
My hubby bought me a new sectional sofa and some area rugs for Christmas. He asked me what I wanted and I told him I wanted new furniture. It looks good. I also got cell phones for us....we had to go with Verizon since the hubby gets a discount through them because of his job. Our next task? Getting a fence put up and stopping the neighbors from using our grass as a parking lot. They rip the grass up and make our yard look like a mud pit. The Jerks! We're hoping the fence will put a stop to that.
What am I doing today? My day off so I am washing clothes and trying to get a bit of work done in the house. The hubby and I are going out later, he's getting off at 3 so I guess I better wrap this up and get done with my house work. I hope to have another up date for you all soon. I miss you all and know that I am thinking of you.
And in honor of my most favorite holiday coming up...here's my all time favorite graphic. I think it's supposed to glitter but...well...I messed it up. Sorry Anna. Still love it though.
MUAH! *Kisses and Hugs*
-Raven
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Subject: My Moment Of Clarity
Time: 10:26:04 PM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Surprised
Do you ever have those rare moments of clarity? When everything seems so clear that you wonder why you didn't see it before? You realize life is not meant to be figured out...just lived. In that one second you feel like the wisest person in the entire world and wonder if anyone before you had those same thoughts. It's short lived, like a dream that's interrupted by some late night phone call that you know can never bring good news. There before you....all the answers of the universe, just making you wish you had a photographic mind. Take a picture...it lasts longer.
Today, as my husband was making a left hand turn, I looked out my side window to see a car hurtling toward us. In such a hurry. Such a god awful hurry to get to where? Work? Children to pick up from school? Perhaps they were late for a meeting? Late getting home? Was their wife already sobbing with worry? It was 3 o'clock. My doctor's appointment was at 3. I was late. That car was so fast but just when I thought it was going to hit...it never did. Vanishing from my sight until I had to turn my head to even see it as it flew past in a blur. Then it happened...a moment of clarity!
My husband loves me....not just the mushy type of love that comes around just on Valentine's Day or at the end of some incredibly romantic date but the true...ever lasting type of love. The kind of love that says...Let's grow old together. Let's die in our nursing homes together...holding hands. He'd never let anything happen to me. He loves me. I'm very lucky.
A moment of clarity, all the answers right there in that 30 second span and the only piece of information I can recall is knowing deep down in my bones that I am truly blessed. I might be in debt, have a few health problems and be stuck in a job I dislike and in a state that I swear I never want to die in...but I am blessed. He loves me. So do all of you.
And here I have been lamenting my life for the last few months when all the answers I needed was given to me in 30 seconds.
A moment of clarity.
I love you guys!
-Raven
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Subject: The Silence Is Broken (Part 4-Final)
Time: 8:53:15 AM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Worried
Good morning Everyone,
Just another day in paradise...least that's what I keep telling myself. It's Tuesday, I work 12 noon to 8 tonight, closing for the Radio Shack crowd. I worked 2 to 8 last night and still can't make up my mind if I like working till close or not. I guess it depends on who's closing with me. All I gotta say is I don't even want people looking at me to vacuum again tonight. When my own home hasn't even been vacuumed in the last two weeks and yet I've vacuumed the store already 4 times in that same time period...something is amiss!
Ehhhh...anyway....back to my previous rant. Remember I said my father would be his own entry? Well here he is. My father has been living with my husband and I since 2000. He had quad-bypass done that year and was told by his doctors that he had to do three things.
1.) Stop Smoking
2.) Stop Drinking
3.) Stop Working
So, me being the daughter that I am (Pushy and over protective), I got Daddy to move in with hubby and I. Well, while things have never been completely "good" with that set up, they have gotten worse in the last couple of years. The hubby and the father don't talk because Daddy thinks Hubby has the worst accent and because the hubby talks so low that Daddy can't hear him. My father is suffering partial hearing loss and can't hear my soft spoken hubby unless he's looking at him to see his lips move. The hubby hasn't quite figured this out yet...don't ask me why because I've told him a million times. The hubby however, swears Daddy ignores him because he says "I'm talking and he just walks away."
Well DUH!
So I am constantly in the middle, making amends for one or the other. Fighting with the hubby because I think he's unreasonable sometimes and then fighting with the father because I think he's unreasonable sometimes. More often than not, I take up for Daddy cause I'm just protective like that. I've been told that you really shouldn't do that...you know...fight with the hubby for sake of the father.
PHHHIIIFFFTTTT....okay..guess I missed that class day when I was sent to "Good WifeSchool".
Well all of that came to a screeching halt a few weeks ago. One of the major rules of the house when Daddy moved in was that he could not smoke in the house and he could not have beer in the house. Yeah...as you guessed already, Daddy didn't do any of the three things the doctor told him he needed to. Well lately (last couple years thing), Daddy has been going further and further in ignoring those rules. At first it was just a beer being carried in from outside. Then it went to putting a single beer in the fridge and bringing his cigarettes in the house. Then it went to a couple beers and finally...a whole 6 pack of bottled beer has taken up residence in my fridge, the hubby is ready to explode and I'm sitting back in my office one night (which is right across from Daddy's room) and I smell.....cigarette smoke....IN....MY...HOUSE!!!!!!
Now just a side note so you all understand...Jose and I don't smoke nor drink and I have mild asthma. I absolutely cannot stand cigarette smoke which makes my throat tighten up so bad I feel like I've got someone choking me. There were good reasons for our rules of not wanting that stuff in our house and yet....I'd been fighting with the hubby so he wouldn't come down on my father for almost 2 years and now I had cigarette smoke in my house?! I got up and went to Daddy's room and what I found chilled me. My father was sitting on the end of his bed, leaned back on an elbow, cigarette lit and dangling about two inches over his electric blanket covered bed.....and he was sound asleep!
I went off! Yes I know..bad daughter, bad daughter but I lost it.
"Daddy! What are you doing? Wake Up!"
"Huh? Oh...Wha?"
"Daddy..put that out...what are you doing? You can't be smoking in here. Are you trying to set us on fire? Put it out!"
My father sat up and dumped the ashes off in his hand but I had to tell him a third time to put it out before he got up and went into his bathroom to douse the cigarette in the sink. I was in shock and just watched him come back into his room in disbelief. When I started trying to talk to him about what had just happened, I swear ya'll, I felt like I had a 17 year old boy living with me.
"Daddy...you can't do that. If it had been 20 minutes later, me and Jose would have been asleep in our bed. Don't you know you could have set yourself on fire and burned this house down? You could have killed all of us, Daddy!"
"Yeah Yeah Yeah...don't lecture me."
Don't lecture him? Excuse me? I had to walk away. I was torn between the knowledge that he was my father and wanting to verbally eviscerate him for his childish attitude about it. I saw that as serious and he brushed it off with a "yeah yeah yeah...don't lecture me?!" Now the tables were turned and Jose was coming to my father's defense because he came and took me by the hand and led me away from his door, knowing that if I kept stewing about it, my father was going to get a bushwhacker unleashed on him...parent or not. I couldn't figure it out. I had no idea why things were getting worse and worse to where now I was afraid of going to sleep with my father in my house for fear I'd wake up to sirens, smoke and the pretty dancing flames of my home being destroyed...if I woke up at all!
Some of you all might think I'm over reacting about this. I know I wont have much support from smokers but that scared me and all I could think of was what if something happened and my father or my husband burned to death because of a nasty habit like smoking? It made me sick to my stomach to think my father would be so careless.
Anyway....I think I've told you all this before but the manager of the store where I work has been good friends with my father and my late step mother for 20+ years. So, I went to her and asked her about this situation. It was a long talk one morning before the store opened but she said one thing that made me start to think.
"Have you ever thought that this just might be your father's way of getting out of your house? That maybe he's not happy there but doesn't want to come right out and tell you because he doesn't want to hurt your feelings?"
My father? Not Happy? *GASP* But it did make sense and the more I thought about it, the more positive I became that I was going to talk to him when I got home. Well I did and it turns out that she was right. My father believed himself to be under foot and that he needed his space as well as hubby and I did.
"But Daddy...if you move out...who's going to take care of you? Who's going to cook for you? You know you don't eat right if no one cooks for you."
"I've been taking care of myself for over 40 years baby...I'll be fine."
In the end, we had a long discussion and I found out that Daddy has wanted to be on his own again for the last few years and just didn't know how to tell me. The arrangement had worked for a little while but he was feeling that it was time for him to go back to living instead of just existing. Yeah...now I feel guilty for making him stay here but I worry about him being gone.
When did I become the parent?!!!!
My father moved out of the house yesterday. It's odd to see his room empty. It's odd to not hear his keys hanging from his belt loop and jingle as he walks down the hall. I'd gotten use to him being here. I keep trying to tell myself that this is great because now I'll have an extra room to do something with. Maybe I'll set it up as a guest bedroom. Maybe I'll use it to put my treadmill and total gym in so I have an exercise room. Maybe hubby can use it as an office of his own. I keep telling myself that this is what would make Daddy happy and that maybe Jose and I will stop fighting now because of the things he does. Daddy can smoke in his own home now. He can have a whole fridge of beer and bring people over, which he never did here. Jose and I never told him he couldn't have people over but I guess Daddy just didn't want to bring them here...as if this wasn't his house...just a place he was staying.
I still worry about him and even now am sitting here nearly in tears because I worry that he'll fall asleep in his own home with a lit cigarette. I worry he wont eat right or that he'll be too alone in his new home. I guess the one thing that I need to keep in mind fully though is that this is what he wanted or what he thinks is best. I may not like it but he's still my father and that's all that matters. I just hope he's happy, safe and living instead of existing now.
Rant officially over...for now.
-Raven
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Saturday, January 7, 2006
Subject: An Email Funny
Time: 11:12:57 AM EST
Author: ravenlark2
Mood: Quiet
Here's a quote from a government employee who witnessed a recent interaction between an elderly woman and an antiwar protester in a Metro station in DC:
"There were protesters on the train platform handing out pamphlets on the evils of America. I politely declined to take one.
An elderly woman was behind me getting off the escalator and a young
(20ish) female protester offered her a pamphlet, which she politely declined.
The young protester put her hand on the old woman's shoulder as a gesture of friendship and in a very soft voice said, " Lady, don't you care about the children of Iraq?"
The old woman looked up at her and said, "Honey, my father died in France during World War II, I lost my husband in Korea, and a son in Vietnam. All three died so you could have the right to stand here and bad mouth our country. If you touch me again. I'll stick this umbrella up your ASS and open it."
LOL Oh too funny and how true. Most of you all know I don't support the war or the President behind it but I always support our brave men and women over there that are fighting in it. May the war end soon so they can come home and bless the ones that already have come home...in one way or another.
Thanks to my sister for sending that joke to me.
-Raven
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