Ah...another rollicking Saturday night in which I try and rouse my comatose body from the bed after trying to recuperate from my usual 13-hour shift. Whee!
My sister is divorcing her husband of nearly 20 years. And while my sole business in this is to be supportive of Paul, I feel so bad for both of them. I think she and Mike should have tried counselling or something. But she has been letting things build up to a point where she just doesn't want to deal with it anymore. I don't worry about her - Paul is strong and she is calling the shots right now. I am a little worried about my brother-in-law (and feel like a horrible Benedict Arnold, but I can't help it). Mike is not exactly Mr. Confidence. Mom, Dad, and Davy-boy are keeping silent. They refuse to discuss this at all. The Kid and I talked about it a little earlier. We both feel bad for Mike but won't say anything to the rest of the fam because we'll get a lecture about loyalty. My family, we're like the mafia...in a way. ^_~
I'm listening to an old Dinah Washington song about Manhattan and I wish, as I often do, that I could live in New York in the 1950's. I want to walk down those streets I saw in 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' and 'An Affair to Remember.' I know, I'm weird. But there is such a romantic air to the whole idea.
In other news, you are looking at the proud owner of a Triology Tuesday ticket! That's right, on December 16, yours truly will join 400 other foolhardy fans in the 11-hour marathon of FotR, TTT, AND RotK. Whee! My behind is gonna be SO numb...I wonder if I can bring some sandwiches into the theater. I don't think I can subsist on nachos and popcorn for half a day. Urp.
And, finally, work continues to suck. Communication has broken down completely between the higher-ups, so my contemporaries and I have been "fucking-up" because we don't know what the Hell is going on. What a load. Maybe if we were mind readers, everything would be okay. But we're not. How 'bout a memo, bitches?! *sigh* Sorry. Had to get that out.
Age: 30
Boyfriend: JP
Chore You Hate: Cleaning and taking out the garbage
Dad's Name: Valentino
Essential Makeup Item: lip gloss
Favorite Actress: today it's Sandra Bullock
Gold or Silver: Silver
Hometown: San Antonio, TX
Instruments You Play: um, the kazoo? LOL...
Job Title: Associate Supervisor
Kids: are cute when they aren't crying and screaming
Living Arrangements: 2BR apartment with the BF
Mom's Name: Josephina
Number of People You've Slept With: 4
Overnight Hospital Stays: None for myself. We used to stay with Davy-boy when he was sick
Phobia: Airplanes, flying, bees
Quote You Like: "Put your big girl panties on and deal with it!"
Rude Habit You Have: Drinking JP's soda and not replacing them
Siblings: 3 - 2 older, 1 younger
Time You Wake Up: If working, 6PM. On days off, 10AM-ish
Unique Habit: ability to block everything out at will
Vegetable you Refuse to Eat: brussel sprouts. Yuck!
Worst Habit: procrastinating
X-rays You've Had: teeth, chest
Yummy Food You Make: Ha, ha, HA! Actually, I made some bitchin' green tomato salsa not too long ago...
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius. Year of the Rat.
Okay, I'm out.
My sister is divorcing her husband of nearly 20 years. And while my sole business in this is to be supportive of Paul, I feel so bad for both of them. I think she and Mike should have tried counselling or something. But she has been letting things build up to a point where she just doesn't want to deal with it anymore. I don't worry about her - Paul is strong and she is calling the shots right now. I am a little worried about my brother-in-law (and feel like a horrible Benedict Arnold, but I can't help it). Mike is not exactly Mr. Confidence. Mom, Dad, and Davy-boy are keeping silent. They refuse to discuss this at all. The Kid and I talked about it a little earlier. We both feel bad for Mike but won't say anything to the rest of the fam because we'll get a lecture about loyalty. My family, we're like the mafia...in a way. ^_~
I'm listening to an old Dinah Washington song about Manhattan and I wish, as I often do, that I could live in New York in the 1950's. I want to walk down those streets I saw in 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' and 'An Affair to Remember.' I know, I'm weird. But there is such a romantic air to the whole idea.
In other news, you are looking at the proud owner of a Triology Tuesday ticket! That's right, on December 16, yours truly will join 400 other foolhardy fans in the 11-hour marathon of FotR, TTT, AND RotK. Whee! My behind is gonna be SO numb...I wonder if I can bring some sandwiches into the theater. I don't think I can subsist on nachos and popcorn for half a day. Urp.
And, finally, work continues to suck. Communication has broken down completely between the higher-ups, so my contemporaries and I have been "fucking-up" because we don't know what the Hell is going on. What a load. Maybe if we were mind readers, everything would be okay. But we're not. How 'bout a memo, bitches?! *sigh* Sorry. Had to get that out.
Age: 30
Boyfriend: JP
Chore You Hate: Cleaning and taking out the garbage
Dad's Name: Valentino
Essential Makeup Item: lip gloss
Favorite Actress: today it's Sandra Bullock
Gold or Silver: Silver
Hometown: San Antonio, TX
Instruments You Play: um, the kazoo? LOL...
Job Title: Associate Supervisor
Kids: are cute when they aren't crying and screaming
Living Arrangements: 2BR apartment with the BF
Mom's Name: Josephina
Number of People You've Slept With: 4
Overnight Hospital Stays: None for myself. We used to stay with Davy-boy when he was sick
Phobia: Airplanes, flying, bees
Quote You Like: "Put your big girl panties on and deal with it!"
Rude Habit You Have: Drinking JP's soda and not replacing them
Siblings: 3 - 2 older, 1 younger
Time You Wake Up: If working, 6PM. On days off, 10AM-ish
Unique Habit: ability to block everything out at will
Vegetable you Refuse to Eat: brussel sprouts. Yuck!
Worst Habit: procrastinating
X-rays You've Had: teeth, chest
Yummy Food You Make: Ha, ha, HA! Actually, I made some bitchin' green tomato salsa not too long ago...
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius. Year of the Rat.
Okay, I'm out.
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Date: 2003-10-18 09:40 pm (UTC)From:In more cheerful news, I'm going to be in SA next week and the week after. Would you like to get together? Cell number and hotel info provided upon request. ^_^
*smooch*
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And thank you...*huggies*
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Date: 2003-10-20 12:12 pm (UTC)From: