Several ramblings.

1) Wow, I can't think of a better way to fix a consistently flawed relationship marred from the beginning by mutual mistrust, pettiness, and co-dependence than by moving in together! Thanks for letting me know about it, too, when I talked to you last night. You prove yourself to be the true friend I always thought you were. I've evidently again ceased to exist to you (as I always do when you're with her). Eh. And seriously, don't come crying to me again when you start having problems. I used to always be there for you, and in return I'm generally ignored. Really, enough is enough. Whatever.

(note: I usually avoid using my blog for such anonymous slander, but I'd rather not put names in here right now. And I need to vent.)

2) Last night I had horrible dreams about my mom. In them, she kept getting weaker and weaker, and we knew the end was near. It really upset me. I woke up from the dream, got up for a minute, and when I feel back asleep it resumed. Blech. In reality, my mom's getting better, and will be out of the hospital sometime next week (she still has a lot of movement and such to recoup, but she's coming along.)

3) Congrats to Nathan for getting his license! Yay!

4) What am I doing at work right now? Reading ATV (All-Terrain Vehicle) publications. How exciting! They are definitely not written for a female audience. A quote:

(picture: Front of ATV) Caption: ATV addicts agree, it's so good-looking your girlfriend's gonna be jealous. Married men will have to store their Rincons at friends' places.

5) I want Tori tour dates now! I don't want them getting in the way of the Ani Difranco shows Aimee and I are going to.

I think that's all for now.

Emily, my cousin, came back to WV on Sunday from Connecticut. She came up to the hospital with me, and my sister Shannon and her "fiance" (Shannon can't get re-married until she gets unmarried first) showed up while we were there. They hung around with us, and eventually left (Greg's on house arrest, and his free-time was over.) Anyhow.. skip forward. I couldn't find my cd wallet, so I went back up to my parents house to try to find it. Shannon and Greg have moved back in there, and while I was looking for it Shannon came into my room and said, "You better tell Emily to keep her eyes off my fiance." What the hell? Emily's been dating the same guy for a year and a half, and certainly isn't interested in Greg, a 34 year old guy missing teeth, on house arrest, that my sister met in a mental hospital. (to be fair, he's a really nice guy. But not necessarily Em's idea of her perfect man.) I don't know what to even say to my sister about that. It's so Jerry Springer I can practically smell that new-trailer scent wafting through the air. "BITCH, YOU BETTER STOP LOOKIN' AT MY FIANCE, OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS. I DON'T CARE IF YOU ARE MY COUSIN!" If anything, Emily was looking at him to try to understand what he was saying. His voice/enunciation could stand to be kicked up a bit.

Any suggestions? How would you handle it?

Blah blah blah. More Mom-related updates:

She's been moved from the Renal floor to the Rehab floor. However, last week they discovered a hole in her heart. Evidently, we're all born with one, and it closes up. Hers didn't, so it's been there her entire life. They're going to worry about that in a few months, after she's gone through the entire rehab program. She'll be in there for about three more weeks, give or take. Then she'll come back a few weeks after that for the heart surgery. As for now.. she's regained a tiny bit of motion in her right hand (good, because she had absolutely none before), and they've had her up and walking in physical therapy (around the room a few times.) But she's still not eating, and her stomach's been hurting, which is not good. Hopefully, that'll be worked out soon. I'm going to stay in Lex this next weekend, unless something comes up.

Happy 21st Birthday to my one and only, Jay.

He can go in bars now, if he so desires! hehe.

On a lighter note.. I've found the Oreo to end all Oreos: Mint! The cream is half mint, half regular. Mmmm.

To everyone that asked/showed concern about my mom: Thank you all.

An update:
Her speech is greatly improving daily. I could hear marked improvement from Friday to Sunday (half of her tongue is weak, making it difficult to get out consonants such as "R"). Her left side is all ok, maybe a bit weak. Her right side is a different manner. She's regaining movement in the right leg, but her right arm doesn't move at all (although it does have feeling, so there's a chance she'll regain some use of it. But it looks like she's going to have to learn to be a lefty.) They're still not sure what caused it, exactly. It could be a number of things. She's taking it all in metaphorical stride. Her biggest complaint has been that the food is bad. We brought her food to encourage her to eat.

That's about all I have for now.

ok, it wasn't exactly a small stroke, but instead two small/medium sized strokes. She's really weak and has limited movement, and her speech is fairly un-enuciated (lack of tongue control.) Talking to her on the phone was one of the scariest things I've had happen to me (tied with seeing my father immediately after a sextuple bypass.) But.. she's gonna get better. My mom's a fighter like no one you've ever known (I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true. Before I was born/conceived, they'd actually sent her home to die with a severe form of anemia). They said she'll mostly recover.. maybe not all the way, but enough. She'll be in the hospital for another few weeks.

Screw the "to blog or not" question.. I have other things to worry about. My mom had a small stroke last night, so I'm going to WV this weekend. She seems to be ok, but there's no such thing as a "good stroke." Please keep us in your thoughts.

Hmm. I'm thinking of not blogging anymore.
Why?
I don't see the point. Not that many people read it. It's not like I'm dishing out shocking revelations and incredibly deep thoughts on any sort of regular basis. I kinda feel like I'm talking to hear the sound of my own voice. I don't like that feeling. I've never been someone that likes doing something just to get attention (I'm a middle child, can you tell?) and somehow I feel like that's why I write this stuff. Not only am I failing if that is my subconscious goal, I'm also boring whatever people happen to come upon this page. My life is mundane, there's no doubt about it. I'm fine with things the way they are, but it's not like it's good reading or writing material. Eh. I dunno. It's not like I'd be letting down all my diehard fans, 'cause I don't have any. heh. If you have any thoughts on the matter (either way, honestly), let me know in the comments section.

I chopped off all my hair again. It's about chin-length now. I always go back to the same hairstyle. hehe. I didn't really mean to get it quite this short, but my hair grows really fast, so soon it will be back to a more acceptable length. Still, no more long hair to get in my face.

For the first time in a long time I feel well rested and relatively healthy.

Amazing.

I'm am such a ten year old. This email made me snicker:

----- Original Message -----
From: "Chuck"
To: "Deleted"
Sent: Thursday, August 01, 2002 8:35 AM
Subject: FW: Revised Files for Online Membership Form


Booby, Colleen

these are the final changes. please disregard the email from last night
and use these files for the changes
sorry for the confusion

chuck
----- End Original Message -----



Um... I'm pretty sure his name is "Bobby".