Channeling Pearl Jam
I'm still alive.
Calvin and I hung out at Daisy Duke's tonight. It's a place down in the college district that has two buildings - one that's "Daisy"-centric, girly with salads and light sandwiches and wine coolers; and one that's "Dukes"-centric, manly with comfy couches and sports, meatloaf sandwiches and tater tots. A large outside patio seating area encompasses all, and we sat and watched the college world go by, and sang along to 80's songs.
We had such a good time. Sitting and laughing and kissing and making fun of the college squids who think they're so grown up. I got "ma'am-ed", though, which is never fun.
I continue to be amazed that Calvin and I enjoy each other's company so much. Still. It never gets boring, sitting and sipping beer and conversing about everything. It's really cool to be married to your best friend. It's like a never-ending sleepover.
We bought some new CD's - Ben Folds and Cake and Kelly Clarkson and Judas Priest and 50 cent and LL Cool J. The checkout dude "ma'am-ed" me too, and I asked him, "Okay, how old do I look to you?" "Uh... uh... 28? 29?" Feh. Then we stopped at Applebee's on the way home, to hit the bathroom and scarf a shot each. Calvin had tequila, and nuts-and-berries for me (Chamboard and Bailey's).
At home, we put on the new CD's and blasted them until Marie came home from work, then we continued to blast them until we got tired of that and decided to watch movies. On the lineup is Finding Neverland, Closer, Shark's Tale, Bridget Jones II (ih, but why not), and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Which we've seen before, but Calvin wants to see what it looks like on the Big Mammoth TV.
I bid on and won a 40GB iPod on Overstock.com's auction area. Paid much less than retail, and I'm completely geeked about being able to store my entire CD collection on something that's smaller than a cigarette pack. Now to get an external hard drive, a cable to connect it to the stereo in the living room, and a car converter kit. Calvin is a leeeetle bit derisive, but I know he'll love it as soon as he realizes that we can take our entire CD collection with us on road trips, in this tiny thing.
The new job is going along swimmingly. Everyone is very kind and helpful, and I've been to one luncheon and two team building events in my first week, with another luncheon scheduled for next week. In the "mission" for the department, the first three words are "Develop our people...". That just knocked me on my ass, I was so astonished. My boss sent me home before 3:00 this afternoon, and when I asked why, he said, "We always go home early on Fridays."
Love. I actually look forward to going to work in the morning. And starting next month, I can telecommute on Fridays. I have a butt-load of training to do, but I'm actually enthusiastic about it. Who knew.
I got an A in my Business Law class, with my thirteen page report on Modern Piracy receiving good feedback from the professor. Next up is Human Resources Management, with a weekend intensive on the Indian culture in May. Some day, I will be done.
I managed to piss off a surprising number of the members of the TUS community lately. Of all things, I never expected it to be me who filled the role of shit-stirrer over there. From what the posts and personal messages I've received have to say, I'm very irritating and don't have very good communication skills. Oh! And I'm "clueless". Funny, I've been posting there for quite a long time, and I seem to have just become irritating over the past week. So. I'm taking a break until I'm less irritating and can converse clearly. I'm willing to believe that I could improve upon my on-line persona and clarity in expressing myself in writing. But. Still. I feel a little ganged-up-upon. You know me when it comes to confrontation. I'm just not good at it. A couple of very nice people have dropped some very nice, supportive notes to me, though. So that's nice.
Marie has been having a simply awful time over the past couple of weeks. She and her boyfriend broke up. He just doesn't "feel the same" about her anymore. Which pretty much made her feel unloved, unwanted, and completely terrible. She's cried over the past couple of weeks in a manner that I've never seen her cry before. She won't sleep in her bedroom - she wants to sleep on the hide-a-bed in the living room to be closer to "other living beings" in the house. This is the "first love" that she's going to recall for the rest of her life - she's wrapped her complete life and identity around this kid. This is the lesson that we all have to learn when we're young - love and excitement and loss and hurt and loneliness and recovery. I wish there had been an easier way to teach Marie these lessons. It's awful to see her so upset and not be able to do anything but reassure her that it will be better some day, her life isn't over at 16, and she will indeed find someone else to love again.
God. I wouldn't go back to being a teenager for anything in the world.
She's doing pretty good tonight, though - chatting with Calvin and singing along (now) to Journey. "Some day, love will find you!" So, I'm going to go spend some quality time with my favorite people. Have a good weekend, and thanks for hanging in there with me during my intermittent updates!
Calvin and I hung out at Daisy Duke's tonight. It's a place down in the college district that has two buildings - one that's "Daisy"-centric, girly with salads and light sandwiches and wine coolers; and one that's "Dukes"-centric, manly with comfy couches and sports, meatloaf sandwiches and tater tots. A large outside patio seating area encompasses all, and we sat and watched the college world go by, and sang along to 80's songs.
We had such a good time. Sitting and laughing and kissing and making fun of the college squids who think they're so grown up. I got "ma'am-ed", though, which is never fun.
I continue to be amazed that Calvin and I enjoy each other's company so much. Still. It never gets boring, sitting and sipping beer and conversing about everything. It's really cool to be married to your best friend. It's like a never-ending sleepover.
We bought some new CD's - Ben Folds and Cake and Kelly Clarkson and Judas Priest and 50 cent and LL Cool J. The checkout dude "ma'am-ed" me too, and I asked him, "Okay, how old do I look to you?" "Uh... uh... 28? 29?" Feh. Then we stopped at Applebee's on the way home, to hit the bathroom and scarf a shot each. Calvin had tequila, and nuts-and-berries for me (Chamboard and Bailey's).
At home, we put on the new CD's and blasted them until Marie came home from work, then we continued to blast them until we got tired of that and decided to watch movies. On the lineup is Finding Neverland, Closer, Shark's Tale, Bridget Jones II (ih, but why not), and Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Which we've seen before, but Calvin wants to see what it looks like on the Big Mammoth TV.
I bid on and won a 40GB iPod on Overstock.com's auction area. Paid much less than retail, and I'm completely geeked about being able to store my entire CD collection on something that's smaller than a cigarette pack. Now to get an external hard drive, a cable to connect it to the stereo in the living room, and a car converter kit. Calvin is a leeeetle bit derisive, but I know he'll love it as soon as he realizes that we can take our entire CD collection with us on road trips, in this tiny thing.
The new job is going along swimmingly. Everyone is very kind and helpful, and I've been to one luncheon and two team building events in my first week, with another luncheon scheduled for next week. In the "mission" for the department, the first three words are "Develop our people...". That just knocked me on my ass, I was so astonished. My boss sent me home before 3:00 this afternoon, and when I asked why, he said, "We always go home early on Fridays."
Love. I actually look forward to going to work in the morning. And starting next month, I can telecommute on Fridays. I have a butt-load of training to do, but I'm actually enthusiastic about it. Who knew.
I got an A in my Business Law class, with my thirteen page report on Modern Piracy receiving good feedback from the professor. Next up is Human Resources Management, with a weekend intensive on the Indian culture in May. Some day, I will be done.
I managed to piss off a surprising number of the members of the TUS community lately. Of all things, I never expected it to be me who filled the role of shit-stirrer over there. From what the posts and personal messages I've received have to say, I'm very irritating and don't have very good communication skills. Oh! And I'm "clueless". Funny, I've been posting there for quite a long time, and I seem to have just become irritating over the past week. So. I'm taking a break until I'm less irritating and can converse clearly. I'm willing to believe that I could improve upon my on-line persona and clarity in expressing myself in writing. But. Still. I feel a little ganged-up-upon. You know me when it comes to confrontation. I'm just not good at it. A couple of very nice people have dropped some very nice, supportive notes to me, though. So that's nice.
Marie has been having a simply awful time over the past couple of weeks. She and her boyfriend broke up. He just doesn't "feel the same" about her anymore. Which pretty much made her feel unloved, unwanted, and completely terrible. She's cried over the past couple of weeks in a manner that I've never seen her cry before. She won't sleep in her bedroom - she wants to sleep on the hide-a-bed in the living room to be closer to "other living beings" in the house. This is the "first love" that she's going to recall for the rest of her life - she's wrapped her complete life and identity around this kid. This is the lesson that we all have to learn when we're young - love and excitement and loss and hurt and loneliness and recovery. I wish there had been an easier way to teach Marie these lessons. It's awful to see her so upset and not be able to do anything but reassure her that it will be better some day, her life isn't over at 16, and she will indeed find someone else to love again.
God. I wouldn't go back to being a teenager for anything in the world.
She's doing pretty good tonight, though - chatting with Calvin and singing along (now) to Journey. "Some day, love will find you!" So, I'm going to go spend some quality time with my favorite people. Have a good weekend, and thanks for hanging in there with me during my intermittent updates!
Laura, please give Marie a big hug for me, okay? Oh, and tell her I love her too.
Posted by
Heather |
3:59 PM
Heh. Maybe it's something in the air? People are feeling more argumentative lately? I read that Mercury is in retrograde, but I'm not sure if that's responsible or what.
I'm gonna go see if I can find the spot where you're, um, "irritating" and see what's going on. :) But I really can't see you as being the way they're describing you to be. Hang in there, Laura.
Hugs to you and Marie!
~Amanda
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7:08 PM