Christmas has been great! I have about 5 boxes of chocolates/cookies currently on the go. The latest edition, a 4 lb box of Belgium choc covered cookies that my mom gave to bf (the bf predicted I'd be the main consumer and what do you know.. self fulfilling prophesy!)
We had hotpot at my folks last night, and turkey dinner at boy's grandmas house the nite before. Boy's uncle commanded that boy make the same turkey every year. An aunt (the sweet quiet one that I like) ardently asked him for the recipes to everything, because her boys loved it so much. Also a hit were my mashed potatoes, his gravy, and his blood orange cranberry sauce, which made great smoothies after.
my mom buys the weirdest gifts. ie. for my brother, she got, in this order:
- a pen holder with folk art llamas on it (he doesnt have a desk job or care for llamas)
- a medicine mask (no idea what for)
- a hand-cranked flashlight with radio and personal alarm (the noise from hand-cranking is louder than the alarm, lol)
- an emergency foil blanket
.. and she got me a 72 hour emergency kit, so I think she's got a 6th sense the rest of us were born without.
My family loved their gifts, especially my dad and his backpack and my bro and his Cdn Tire gc!
I feel pretty spoiled this year too.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
OMG HI I'M DRUKNK AND I'M SOBRING UP NOW AND MY BOY WAS SO GOOD TONIGHT.. HE DIDNT EVEN DRINK ONE DROP. I AM THE DURNK ONE, AND THE ROOM, IT IS SPPINGING!
HEE HEE.
WE HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME AT SERA'S PLACE. SHE MAD AWESEOME CHEESCEAKE! OMG AND I REALLYH AM AUTISTIC.. I TOOK THIS TEST THAT SHOWS I AM.
HEE HEE.
WE HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME AT SERA'S PLACE. SHE MAD AWESEOME CHEESCEAKE! OMG AND I REALLYH AM AUTISTIC.. I TOOK THIS TEST THAT SHOWS I AM.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Please may I be a bot again?
I applied for a boring / potentially stressful customer service desk job at a large company. The job would be similar to the one that nearly drove me mental from its boring, repetitive tasks before I left for Korea.
Fuck me.* The sole thing that would drive me on for two years though (the amount of time I'd like to remain in this position, ideally) would be the fact that I need to save about $70,000 for grad school. And it would also be nice to be able to afford real groceries again.
*Please disregard the language. Been watching too much Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares on the Food Network.
Fuck me.* The sole thing that would drive me on for two years though (the amount of time I'd like to remain in this position, ideally) would be the fact that I need to save about $70,000 for grad school. And it would also be nice to be able to afford real groceries again.
*Please disregard the language. Been watching too much Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares on the Food Network.
Aha!
I know what causes drama in my life. In new social interactions, I rely on fact, rather than intuition.
This may be tied to the fact that I think I'm a tiny bit autistic, as I see traits in myself that are very similar to my father's (who sometimes states that he thinks HE is a tiny bit autistic).
People who have a tiny bit of autism (ie. Asperger's Syndrome) often react based entirely on fact, and while they recognize body language and contextual clues, they for some reason often do not react based on those bits of info in an actual interaction.
In retrospect, both for the teacher thing and the car thing, the warning signs were there, and I should have been able to gather data regarding each person's personality, their speech, the lack thereof, and so on, to gauge what kind of information I would in turn supply, when, and how.
But because my responses were not finely tuned enough, because I was not perceptive enough regarding each individual, hell broke loose.
It wasn't because I wasn't polite or PC enough. And I often find myself being overly polite and PC to compensate. It was just because I didn't contextualize my responses.
Am I on to something here? Or maybe I'm just full of horse poo....
This may be tied to the fact that I think I'm a tiny bit autistic, as I see traits in myself that are very similar to my father's (who sometimes states that he thinks HE is a tiny bit autistic).
People who have a tiny bit of autism (ie. Asperger's Syndrome) often react based entirely on fact, and while they recognize body language and contextual clues, they for some reason often do not react based on those bits of info in an actual interaction.
In retrospect, both for the teacher thing and the car thing, the warning signs were there, and I should have been able to gather data regarding each person's personality, their speech, the lack thereof, and so on, to gauge what kind of information I would in turn supply, when, and how.
But because my responses were not finely tuned enough, because I was not perceptive enough regarding each individual, hell broke loose.
It wasn't because I wasn't polite or PC enough. And I often find myself being overly polite and PC to compensate. It was just because I didn't contextualize my responses.
Am I on to something here? Or maybe I'm just full of horse poo....
Got my car back.
The great exchange happened today. I handed a wad of $100 bills worth several grand to the Persian mafia in the parking lot at the local mall today. I made sure to dress sharp so they knew I meant business. He was very sullen and silent and reminded me of a baby who had just had a tantrum because their bottle had been yanked away, but had been returned the bottle. Very different from the irate and threatening person on Monday with whom I'd engaged in the most stressful verbal battle. I had to suppress a smile.
I had envisioned having to engage in fisticuffs with the Persian mafia, bodies being thrown into trunks, a secret stash of strategically placed, muscular mafia friends grouped around the parking lot, ready to fight at the tap of a finger. The police being called, and Christmas shoppers throwing their presents in the air as they dashed away in surprise. All day I spent envisioning myself applying roundhouse kicks and swift uppercuts to the jugular.
Alas it was the most uneventful, smooth transaction I could ever ask for, and the resulting peace of mind is PRICELESS (My brother later told me he had kept a wrench in his pocket just in case they pulled anything stupid.. but they were as peaceful as swans). Thank God for the happy ending.
It seems that no matter how careful or pleasant I try to be, drama seems to unfold around me often, whenever I interact with random people in society (ie. my teacher last semester). Do I lack some sort of social savoir faire? Do I not think through the repercussions of my choices throughly before acting? Am I naive? Do I not take enough initiative to prevent misunderstanding? Are the events I'm thinking about really nothing dramatic at all, but I just interpret them as such? Am I just a big DRAMA MAGNET? Probably a combo of all the above, and it is definitely part of the reason I tend to avoid new people, I think.
Animals and plants are just so much easier to deal with.
I had envisioned having to engage in fisticuffs with the Persian mafia, bodies being thrown into trunks, a secret stash of strategically placed, muscular mafia friends grouped around the parking lot, ready to fight at the tap of a finger. The police being called, and Christmas shoppers throwing their presents in the air as they dashed away in surprise. All day I spent envisioning myself applying roundhouse kicks and swift uppercuts to the jugular.
Alas it was the most uneventful, smooth transaction I could ever ask for, and the resulting peace of mind is PRICELESS (My brother later told me he had kept a wrench in his pocket just in case they pulled anything stupid.. but they were as peaceful as swans). Thank God for the happy ending.
It seems that no matter how careful or pleasant I try to be, drama seems to unfold around me often, whenever I interact with random people in society (ie. my teacher last semester). Do I lack some sort of social savoir faire? Do I not think through the repercussions of my choices throughly before acting? Am I naive? Do I not take enough initiative to prevent misunderstanding? Are the events I'm thinking about really nothing dramatic at all, but I just interpret them as such? Am I just a big DRAMA MAGNET? Probably a combo of all the above, and it is definitely part of the reason I tend to avoid new people, I think.
Animals and plants are just so much easier to deal with.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
A life without clouds would mean sunburn.
When I was a teen, it was always like there was a big cloud over my life. I think I was mildly depressed in highschool, and I always felt grumpy.. but mostly just numb. I would actually throw my body to the ground in order to feel something, but I was even numb to pain. I hated those days of emptiness. After age 20, things reversed. That big cloud has been exchanged for sun. It's like anything is possible now and I can see there is a future that is potentially exciting and worth living.
However, instead of the big grey cloud covering the whole earth, there are little zippy black clouds that hang right over my head. I know they're temporary and I'd much rather feel the intense emotion they cause than the highschool numbness; however, they're annoying and bothersome nonetheless.
One of them is my dog - she's almost 16, getting old, and the living being I care most about in the world. I guess it's because she loves me unconditionally and she has no concept of being mean. When I go home my parents always remark how she knows I'm in the house because she acts totally different.. whining and prancing for attention (well as much as her old bones allow). Anyway, she's lost control of her bladder and sleeps in pee sometimes. Last night I cried for 3 hrs just thinking about her. To be honest I've cried a lot over the past few years, at night when I can't sleep.. 'advance grieving' I suppose, so that I don't have to grieve as much after she dies (YEAH right.. I'm going to be a COMPLETE AND UTTER BASKET CASE when that time comes). I can't even comprehend why this upsets me so much. Well I guess I sort of can.. she's been with me since I was a kid. She was the teddy bear I hugged and told all my problems to in grade 6 when I moved to a new school and had no friends. I was the only person who could comfort her when she had to ride the big scary plane over to BC. We're both scaredy cats. She's still a puppy inside. She's like my kid. Kids shouldn't die before parents. I will write more later about Lady. Maybe every day.
The other one is my car. I thought I sold it, but the guy was very greedy and impatient and didn't even fill out his half of the icbc sellers form. I let him take it for a price much lower than what I originally asked for, and due to an oversight (lack of research) on his part, he called me back later wanting a refund. At first I said okay. Then, after advice from family and friends (brother, BF, and BF's friend all said 'tell him to go fuck himself' and that he had 'nothing on me legally'), I said no. Then he got extremely angry and threatened to call the police / sue me / get me a criminal record, etc. He's a big persian guy too and I had visions of the persian mafia shooting my house. Believe me, I had the most fitful, stressful sleep the other night. I don't handle stress like that very well, and basically just hibernated under the blankets all day and night. Despite that, I had the balls to tell him to 'go ahead' and call the police if he wanted, and hang up on him. Well he didn't, and a few days later we've come to an agreement to refund the car, and I keep $100. The exchange happens tomorrow. I'm a little nervous, but it will be in a public place, so I don't think he'll pull any stunts. Wish me luck. And wish me luck with selling the car in the future, because this car sure seems to stick to me like glue.
However, instead of the big grey cloud covering the whole earth, there are little zippy black clouds that hang right over my head. I know they're temporary and I'd much rather feel the intense emotion they cause than the highschool numbness; however, they're annoying and bothersome nonetheless.
One of them is my dog - she's almost 16, getting old, and the living being I care most about in the world. I guess it's because she loves me unconditionally and she has no concept of being mean. When I go home my parents always remark how she knows I'm in the house because she acts totally different.. whining and prancing for attention (well as much as her old bones allow). Anyway, she's lost control of her bladder and sleeps in pee sometimes. Last night I cried for 3 hrs just thinking about her. To be honest I've cried a lot over the past few years, at night when I can't sleep.. 'advance grieving' I suppose, so that I don't have to grieve as much after she dies (YEAH right.. I'm going to be a COMPLETE AND UTTER BASKET CASE when that time comes). I can't even comprehend why this upsets me so much. Well I guess I sort of can.. she's been with me since I was a kid. She was the teddy bear I hugged and told all my problems to in grade 6 when I moved to a new school and had no friends. I was the only person who could comfort her when she had to ride the big scary plane over to BC. We're both scaredy cats. She's still a puppy inside. She's like my kid. Kids shouldn't die before parents. I will write more later about Lady. Maybe every day.
The other one is my car. I thought I sold it, but the guy was very greedy and impatient and didn't even fill out his half of the icbc sellers form. I let him take it for a price much lower than what I originally asked for, and due to an oversight (lack of research) on his part, he called me back later wanting a refund. At first I said okay. Then, after advice from family and friends (brother, BF, and BF's friend all said 'tell him to go fuck himself' and that he had 'nothing on me legally'), I said no. Then he got extremely angry and threatened to call the police / sue me / get me a criminal record, etc. He's a big persian guy too and I had visions of the persian mafia shooting my house. Believe me, I had the most fitful, stressful sleep the other night. I don't handle stress like that very well, and basically just hibernated under the blankets all day and night. Despite that, I had the balls to tell him to 'go ahead' and call the police if he wanted, and hang up on him. Well he didn't, and a few days later we've come to an agreement to refund the car, and I keep $100. The exchange happens tomorrow. I'm a little nervous, but it will be in a public place, so I don't think he'll pull any stunts. Wish me luck. And wish me luck with selling the car in the future, because this car sure seems to stick to me like glue.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Books
Xmas gifts I ordered for le boi:
* 1 of: The Making of a Chef: Mastering Heat at the Culinary Institute
Sold by: Amazon.com, LLC
* 1 of: Controlling Your Drinking: Tools to Make Moderation Work for You
Sold by: Amazon.com, LLC
Gift note included with the first: "May you be the next Remy." (The cooking Rat from Ratatouille)
Gift note included with the second: "May you not be the next Lindsay Lohan."
* 1 of: The Making of a Chef: Mastering Heat at the Culinary Institute
Sold by: Amazon.com, LLC
* 1 of: Controlling Your Drinking: Tools to Make Moderation Work for You
Sold by: Amazon.com, LLC
Gift note included with the first: "May you be the next Remy." (The cooking Rat from Ratatouille)
Gift note included with the second: "May you not be the next Lindsay Lohan."
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Oh and..
Fabrice Deville would be the winter bf, Sawyer would be the summer one, and Paul Rudd would be for the spring and fall!
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Oh hotness!
Hey since Kat posted a pic of whats-his-name-with-the-light-eyes from Lost on her blog (and I have to agree he is hot and has stunning, sensitive eyes even though he is probably a pretty boy who minces around in tighty whities), I gotta say that Josh Holloway, his costar, is very fine too. Arguably hotter! Which is fine cuz then Kat can have light-eyes and I can have Josh and all will be right with the world.
And while we're on this topic, some Fabrice Deville. Fabulous, gorgeous looking man. These photos do him no justice.. the movie Secret Things must be viewed for complete inspiration of awe.
And while we're on this topic, some Fabrice Deville. Fabulous, gorgeous looking man. These photos do him no justice.. the movie Secret Things must be viewed for complete inspiration of awe.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Snowy Blind Date Day
It's December 1st today and the first day snow has stuck on the ground in my city! Went to school this morning and learned about protecting trees, from an arborist guest speaker. The lecture went overtime and my phone started ringing - it was two friends of mine who I'd set up on a blind date, calling to confirm the time and place. The guy is actually the boyfriend's friend and the girl is my friend, and we decided to send them off skating, which they are (hopefully!) doing right now!
My friend had a longterm boyfriend for several years. Then, it was reduced to 'friends with benefits' because that's all he had time for. So my friend wanted to end it once and for all and she did. But when she recently mentioned it was getting hard to say 'no' whenever her ex happened to want sexy times, and that it was hard to get back into the dating scene, I decided to get together with the boyfriend and go through his long list of male friends (surprisingly, few are single).. and came up with three possible guys to send her on a date with.
So the plan is to send her on another date or two after this, just for fun. I think I'm more excited than they are.. lol.. and I definitely wish someone had set ME up on blind dates when I was single!
In other Christmasy news, I'm REALLY happy to have gotten half my Christmas shopping done already! And that I've been able to get exactly what I wanted at really good (read: cheap!) prices. I got my dad a backpack for hiking, my mom some slippers and crayola model magic (for her preschool students), my dog some treats, and the boyfriend's mom some leather gloves. The rest of my shopping will include a sweater for mom, lindt lindor for boyfriend's mom, and gift cert for brother (for either gas, Canadian Tire or eBay.. I can't decide..he likes car parts, etc). Also something for the boyfriend. And boyfriend will get his dad a karaoke mike with built-in songs. I'll make chocolate covered orange peels using this recipe: http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/candy-girl for anyone else.
The boyfriend and I decorated his room with snowflakes, and we went hiking in the snow up a local mountain this past week. And I'm still busy lecturing him about his drinking habits. That reminds me, the other day I was awakened by a beeping noise but half-slept through it for a few hours. Then finally I woke up, searched for the offending device and after a long time, found the boyfriend's cellphone in some pants pocket. Since he was at work, I thought he might be texting me to bring him his cell.. so I checked the beeping message.. instead, it was the downstairs tenant (my ex-manager!) asking for 'a line.' (though I may not be hip, I'm privy to the lingo..and it doesn't mean fishing line!)
I knew the boyfriend had hooked him up with the vile substance before (3 yrs ago, when I first met him) and after a stern lecture, the hookups ceased. After many other lectures and threats, the boyfriend has pretty much given up doing coke as well (which seems to be hard given he's fully immersed in the club scene). So I immediately asked the boy if he was still supplying drugs to his friend. He assured me that no, he wasn't and he wouldn't have had he been home. So that made me feel relieved, and now I can just continue occasional lectures about simpler vices, like alcohol.
So I started out talking about snow and ended up with blow.. how did that happen? In any case, this holiday season is shaping up to be a nice one, with lots of time off work, snow on the ground, a decorated room, big yet fun designing projects due at school, gifts that don't break the bank, and no pressure from the family to do certain things like cook a big meal or go to Christmas Eve service. My mom and boyfriend somehow already let the cat out of the bag regarding what they each got me for Christmas..and want to give me the gifts early.. which I find amusing, yet endearing.
My friend had a longterm boyfriend for several years. Then, it was reduced to 'friends with benefits' because that's all he had time for. So my friend wanted to end it once and for all and she did. But when she recently mentioned it was getting hard to say 'no' whenever her ex happened to want sexy times, and that it was hard to get back into the dating scene, I decided to get together with the boyfriend and go through his long list of male friends (surprisingly, few are single).. and came up with three possible guys to send her on a date with.
So the plan is to send her on another date or two after this, just for fun. I think I'm more excited than they are.. lol.. and I definitely wish someone had set ME up on blind dates when I was single!
In other Christmasy news, I'm REALLY happy to have gotten half my Christmas shopping done already! And that I've been able to get exactly what I wanted at really good (read: cheap!) prices. I got my dad a backpack for hiking, my mom some slippers and crayola model magic (for her preschool students), my dog some treats, and the boyfriend's mom some leather gloves. The rest of my shopping will include a sweater for mom, lindt lindor for boyfriend's mom, and gift cert for brother (for either gas, Canadian Tire or eBay.. I can't decide..he likes car parts, etc). Also something for the boyfriend. And boyfriend will get his dad a karaoke mike with built-in songs. I'll make chocolate covered orange peels using this recipe: http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/candy-girl for anyone else.
The boyfriend and I decorated his room with snowflakes, and we went hiking in the snow up a local mountain this past week. And I'm still busy lecturing him about his drinking habits. That reminds me, the other day I was awakened by a beeping noise but half-slept through it for a few hours. Then finally I woke up, searched for the offending device and after a long time, found the boyfriend's cellphone in some pants pocket. Since he was at work, I thought he might be texting me to bring him his cell.. so I checked the beeping message.. instead, it was the downstairs tenant (my ex-manager!) asking for 'a line.' (though I may not be hip, I'm privy to the lingo..and it doesn't mean fishing line!)
I knew the boyfriend had hooked him up with the vile substance before (3 yrs ago, when I first met him) and after a stern lecture, the hookups ceased. After many other lectures and threats, the boyfriend has pretty much given up doing coke as well (which seems to be hard given he's fully immersed in the club scene). So I immediately asked the boy if he was still supplying drugs to his friend. He assured me that no, he wasn't and he wouldn't have had he been home. So that made me feel relieved, and now I can just continue occasional lectures about simpler vices, like alcohol.
So I started out talking about snow and ended up with blow.. how did that happen? In any case, this holiday season is shaping up to be a nice one, with lots of time off work, snow on the ground, a decorated room, big yet fun designing projects due at school, gifts that don't break the bank, and no pressure from the family to do certain things like cook a big meal or go to Christmas Eve service. My mom and boyfriend somehow already let the cat out of the bag regarding what they each got me for Christmas..and want to give me the gifts early.. which I find amusing, yet endearing.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Mo Hawk Less Problems
My brother just showed up at the door to pick up tickets, wearing a self-given mohawk and the same CONS shoes he wore in grade 3. Hightops. He was just as crazy about them back then. HA!
I'm deliberating over what to do with my hair. Boyfriend says grow it long. Beneficial friend says have some long bangs covering the eyes in a girly way. Both of them seem to like girly looks. Friend says au naturale waves. Beneficial friend says he doesn't care for au naturale waves. Boyfriend suggests various starlet cuts. Brother says SHAVE HEAD, or MULLET or MOHAWK. I would love a mullet-hawk. Friend says they are too much of a fad in Quebec. I say who cares. But my boss would not be pleased. Solution: hum and haw as my shaggy boring cut grows longer.
Tomorrow, meeting up with another member of this internet forum I frequent. We're meeting at a coffee house on Commercial to continue our online discussion about community projects involving gardening. I sent him a link to Patrick Blanc's vertical walls (check it out: http://www.verticalgardenpatrickblanc.com/ ) and he was floored. Which made me more excited. I have a few reservations because he seems quite gung-ho about starting things up with good intentions, without thinking about their overall ecological impact. I would prefer to get as much education as I can first, to ensure I don't eff up the environment. On the other hand I am eager to see his sketchbook, which I hear includes a self-cleaning waterfall made by situating a catch-basin under a roof, surrounded by native plants.
I also have weird eating habits. Today I ate:
Breakfast - Pringles Select, cheese and garlic flavor . One persimmon.
Snack - granola bar and hot chocolate
Dinner - A piece of bread and a big bowl of edamame.
Last night's dinner: cheesecake with spinach leaves and a handful of carrots.
I think I need more iron in my diet; been way too sleepy. Will investigate iron supplements later.
I'm deliberating over what to do with my hair. Boyfriend says grow it long. Beneficial friend says have some long bangs covering the eyes in a girly way. Both of them seem to like girly looks. Friend says au naturale waves. Beneficial friend says he doesn't care for au naturale waves. Boyfriend suggests various starlet cuts. Brother says SHAVE HEAD, or MULLET or MOHAWK. I would love a mullet-hawk. Friend says they are too much of a fad in Quebec. I say who cares. But my boss would not be pleased. Solution: hum and haw as my shaggy boring cut grows longer.
Tomorrow, meeting up with another member of this internet forum I frequent. We're meeting at a coffee house on Commercial to continue our online discussion about community projects involving gardening. I sent him a link to Patrick Blanc's vertical walls (check it out: http://www.verticalgardenpatrickblanc.com/ ) and he was floored. Which made me more excited. I have a few reservations because he seems quite gung-ho about starting things up with good intentions, without thinking about their overall ecological impact. I would prefer to get as much education as I can first, to ensure I don't eff up the environment. On the other hand I am eager to see his sketchbook, which I hear includes a self-cleaning waterfall made by situating a catch-basin under a roof, surrounded by native plants.
I also have weird eating habits. Today I ate:
Breakfast - Pringles Select, cheese and garlic flavor . One persimmon.
Snack - granola bar and hot chocolate
Dinner - A piece of bread and a big bowl of edamame.
Last night's dinner: cheesecake with spinach leaves and a handful of carrots.
I think I need more iron in my diet; been way too sleepy. Will investigate iron supplements later.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Post Revival
I brought back the relationship post from a few days ago. I took it down because I thought it was too personal, and of course, I'd rather he didn't know. But it's nice to know others may identify with it. And isn't that what blogging is all about?
Anyway after that post, I had a two hour relationship talk with him. I'm the one who always initiates these 'talks.' We've had a lot of similar 'talks.' I addressed a lot of my concerns, even directed him to what websites have examples of the kind of sex I like (haha). Asked him probing questions about what turns HIM on. In the end, he suddenly ripped off my clothes and showed this aggressive side he never showed before. I was impressed, but it was a bit more funny than hot (I laughed a ton). And.. I secretly feel that my sexual and mental connection with my old fuckbuddy is better (ARGG!).
So in the end, things are still the same. I learned a lot from the talk though. I wanted to know if he'd ever consider breaking up with me. He said no, he never meets other women who he has any connection with. I asked whether it would be a good idea if I moved out, to 'rekindle' our relationship. He said that may be good because then I'd seem more like a girlfriend and less like a nagging mother. But in the end he would prefer I stayed here, because he likes seeing me every day and being domestic and snuggly (as do I).
Worst, I asked him if he ever wants to move out with me and he said no, he plans to live here with his parents as long as he can. He feels he is the glue who holds his folks together and he's afraid if he moves out, they'll divorce. See, his mom has a gambling addiction and is never home, and his dad is cheating on his mom because he feels neglected (A few weeks ago, I told the boyfriend his parents' relationship is kind of like ours but in reverse, but he didn't have anything to say in response. I think I may have perceived this as indifference and taken it as a green light/ used it as a salve for my conscience.. to go ahead and cheat). However, they do come home to eat my boy's home cooked meals and that's what keeps the family together.
Obviously, it's hard to imagine myself and my boyfriend living with his parents when we're 60. Well.. he's out now, clubbing and drinking. And I'm home doing my drafting project. He gave me some pecan pie before he left. Yum. Domestic life continues..
Anyway after that post, I had a two hour relationship talk with him. I'm the one who always initiates these 'talks.' We've had a lot of similar 'talks.' I addressed a lot of my concerns, even directed him to what websites have examples of the kind of sex I like (haha). Asked him probing questions about what turns HIM on. In the end, he suddenly ripped off my clothes and showed this aggressive side he never showed before. I was impressed, but it was a bit more funny than hot (I laughed a ton). And.. I secretly feel that my sexual and mental connection with my old fuckbuddy is better (ARGG!).
So in the end, things are still the same. I learned a lot from the talk though. I wanted to know if he'd ever consider breaking up with me. He said no, he never meets other women who he has any connection with. I asked whether it would be a good idea if I moved out, to 'rekindle' our relationship. He said that may be good because then I'd seem more like a girlfriend and less like a nagging mother. But in the end he would prefer I stayed here, because he likes seeing me every day and being domestic and snuggly (as do I).
Worst, I asked him if he ever wants to move out with me and he said no, he plans to live here with his parents as long as he can. He feels he is the glue who holds his folks together and he's afraid if he moves out, they'll divorce. See, his mom has a gambling addiction and is never home, and his dad is cheating on his mom because he feels neglected (A few weeks ago, I told the boyfriend his parents' relationship is kind of like ours but in reverse, but he didn't have anything to say in response. I think I may have perceived this as indifference and taken it as a green light/ used it as a salve for my conscience.. to go ahead and cheat). However, they do come home to eat my boy's home cooked meals and that's what keeps the family together.
Obviously, it's hard to imagine myself and my boyfriend living with his parents when we're 60. Well.. he's out now, clubbing and drinking. And I'm home doing my drafting project. He gave me some pecan pie before he left. Yum. Domestic life continues..
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Ecologically Beneficial Outdoor Art Installation
There's nothing I'd be more interested in. Through my class, I have met some very interesting people with very interesting ideas and ongoing projects. The work done by artist types is often perceived as being flighty and impractical, and the work done by environment-saving types is often perceived as being boring, serious, and too practical. Why not combine both and make something that is not only interesting and beautiful to look at, but also *helps* the environment?
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
School Woos and Relationship Woes
I spent almost all day outside taking measurements on the house in south van. Yeah, we had to go back to get more measurements. Me and one other group member. Cherry tree leaves of yellow hues plip plopped down onto my shiny red car. Pretty contrast! Gonna go back tomorrow to measure even more. Sat in Starbucks drafting, and so many people seemed intrigued about our work. This one Kurdish guy even gave us his business card and told us his life story for half an hour. The time passed so quickly. Working outside and drafting are both calming and relaxing. My class includes many interesting people with very interesting botanical backgrounds and this group project has been so liberating, being able to talk to people who are passionate about the same things.
In other news, I allowed my old fuckbuddy to hump me, and I'm still in a longterm relationship. Yeah, I lasted three years before giving in to the temptation. My first long-term relationship! Le boyfriend of course doesn't know, or maybe he suspects, but I don't feel that bad about it. In fact I feel relieved to have broken that sexual tension that's been haunting me for three years. Why don't I feel bad? Well.. because quite frankly, this longterm relationship doesn't satisfy every need. And yet it satisfies enough to stay together. Although sometimes I doubt even that. I guess it's just nice to have someone to come home to each night. To snuggle and watch movies together. To help each other out. To miss each other.
But he's so.. vanilla. And I like to act out rape scenerios. I love manly men, and my fuckbuddy is one. My boyfriend is the complete opposite. He has a hunch how far my sexuality extends, but he doesn't seem interested in trying new things. It makes me sad. Our hobbies and interests seem to grow farther apart. He likes house music, clubbing, drinking, drugs, watching any sport, cooking. I like cooking (but not as much), hiking, the great outdoors, plants, a variety of music, exploring and trying new things. I make an effort to do his activities with him, but he NEVER hikes with me or enjoys nature with me. I don't feel the deeper psychological connection I crave.
Yeah, none of that warrants CHEATING. I'm bad. I did void his trust. But on the other hand, I don't fully believe in the stigma society attaches to having multiple unreported sexual relationships. Or at least not at this stage, where I feel the boyfriend and I are more 'snugglefriends' than boyfriend and girlfriend. I'll get my veggies at one place and carbs at another, to create a well rounded diet. Trouble is, I wish so much I could fulfill all these needs, and in turn, fulfill each of my partners' needs, all at one stop.
PS. He just came home drunk again and its a weeknight. :( His love of alcohol is just one of many things that I hate. I want to end this relationship, but
a) our life is so welded together in a marriage-like relationship it's so impossible to! breaking up with him would be like breaking up with his family, and splitting up our co-owned appliances, etc
b) every time I start looking at new places to live, things seem to 'get better' and I feel like I should wait it out
c) I've been putting 110% effort into changing careers and the last thing I need is a big breakup and having to find a new roommate. i need to keep at least one aspect of my life fixed in this blur of activity.
d) I still love him. maybe not in the way people in healthy relationships should love each other, but i do love him. or at least care a lot about him, and i don't want to be the one who ends it all.
To conclude, I think the end is inevitable; it's just a matter of 'when.' I just need to be patient but also proactive.
PS. It feels so good to vent here. Thank goodness only two people read this blog! Or maybe it's just one? Hmm.
In other news, I allowed my old fuckbuddy to hump me, and I'm still in a longterm relationship. Yeah, I lasted three years before giving in to the temptation. My first long-term relationship! Le boyfriend of course doesn't know, or maybe he suspects, but I don't feel that bad about it. In fact I feel relieved to have broken that sexual tension that's been haunting me for three years. Why don't I feel bad? Well.. because quite frankly, this longterm relationship doesn't satisfy every need. And yet it satisfies enough to stay together. Although sometimes I doubt even that. I guess it's just nice to have someone to come home to each night. To snuggle and watch movies together. To help each other out. To miss each other.
But he's so.. vanilla. And I like to act out rape scenerios. I love manly men, and my fuckbuddy is one. My boyfriend is the complete opposite. He has a hunch how far my sexuality extends, but he doesn't seem interested in trying new things. It makes me sad. Our hobbies and interests seem to grow farther apart. He likes house music, clubbing, drinking, drugs, watching any sport, cooking. I like cooking (but not as much), hiking, the great outdoors, plants, a variety of music, exploring and trying new things. I make an effort to do his activities with him, but he NEVER hikes with me or enjoys nature with me. I don't feel the deeper psychological connection I crave.
Yeah, none of that warrants CHEATING. I'm bad. I did void his trust. But on the other hand, I don't fully believe in the stigma society attaches to having multiple unreported sexual relationships. Or at least not at this stage, where I feel the boyfriend and I are more 'snugglefriends' than boyfriend and girlfriend. I'll get my veggies at one place and carbs at another, to create a well rounded diet. Trouble is, I wish so much I could fulfill all these needs, and in turn, fulfill each of my partners' needs, all at one stop.
PS. He just came home drunk again and its a weeknight. :( His love of alcohol is just one of many things that I hate. I want to end this relationship, but
a) our life is so welded together in a marriage-like relationship it's so impossible to! breaking up with him would be like breaking up with his family, and splitting up our co-owned appliances, etc
b) every time I start looking at new places to live, things seem to 'get better' and I feel like I should wait it out
c) I've been putting 110% effort into changing careers and the last thing I need is a big breakup and having to find a new roommate. i need to keep at least one aspect of my life fixed in this blur of activity.
d) I still love him. maybe not in the way people in healthy relationships should love each other, but i do love him. or at least care a lot about him, and i don't want to be the one who ends it all.
To conclude, I think the end is inevitable; it's just a matter of 'when.' I just need to be patient but also proactive.
PS. It feels so good to vent here. Thank goodness only two people read this blog! Or maybe it's just one? Hmm.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The Black French President in Korea
I've had a couple weird dreams lately. From two nights ago:
I was overseas.. in Korea, at an international convention regarding education. The President of France was there. He was of African American descent. I happened to poke my head into an empty classroom after the speeches were done. Or at least I thought it was empty. But the president was sitting around in the little child-sized chairs, talking to some Important People. I didn't know he was the President of France at the time.. I thought they were just guests. So I started saying something witty and mildly amusing. Then I somehow clued in about who he was.. and I mumbled a few embarassed words and left. Aw shucks, I thought, he must think I'm such an IDIOT, I thought! But not before I noticed a twinkle in his eye.
Later, it was time to fly back to Canadia. I was late. I was going to miss my flight. I had too much luggage. I kept trying to stuff multiple sleeping bags into cases that were too small. Check-in time passed. Everyone was on board but me. Suddenly, some Important People from the French Political Scene casually escorted me past customs and check-in. Straight up the stairs and onto the waiting plane. All the worrying had been in vain.
The plane was of the future. (Ok, wtf.. I just googled 'super jumbo jet' to post a pic and guess who is the first to comment in this BBC article: The ceremony was attended by European leaders including Tony Blair, Jacques Chirac and Gerhard Schroeder.
French President Jacques Chirac praised the A380 as the "crowning achievement of a human and industrial adventure", describing it as a "European success" http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/4183201.stm ) . Anyway, this plane was like a cruise ship on wings. I sat at the tail of the plane, and I remembered that the tail piece is the most likely to break off in an accident. But then I looked out the back window and it was totally worth it. The window was the size of a bedroom wall. We had a MAGNIFICENT view of the scenery below.
Suddenly, an Important Person came for me. They took me to the Korean daycare that was on board the plane. She told me to look at all the kids and select the little boy who looked different, take him for a walk, play with him, give him a bath, and return him to the daycare. The toddlers were all crammed into a pretty small area. This was the only part of the plane that wasn't absolutely spacious. I found the toddler immediately.. he half black, and half white; a mulatto kid. He was also very cute and precocious. I did as I had been instructed and when I returned him, all the other kids and daycare workers were asleep. I tiptoed out.
Later, the Important Person handed me a letter. It was a double-sided letter on two sheets of yellow paper. It was a love letter, and it was sent from the President, who was sitting in a different part of the plane. He wrote that he had been smitten with me at first sight, and the child I had taken for a walk had been mine and his, from our future.
I was overseas.. in Korea, at an international convention regarding education. The President of France was there. He was of African American descent. I happened to poke my head into an empty classroom after the speeches were done. Or at least I thought it was empty. But the president was sitting around in the little child-sized chairs, talking to some Important People. I didn't know he was the President of France at the time.. I thought they were just guests. So I started saying something witty and mildly amusing. Then I somehow clued in about who he was.. and I mumbled a few embarassed words and left. Aw shucks, I thought, he must think I'm such an IDIOT, I thought! But not before I noticed a twinkle in his eye.
Later, it was time to fly back to Canadia. I was late. I was going to miss my flight. I had too much luggage. I kept trying to stuff multiple sleeping bags into cases that were too small. Check-in time passed. Everyone was on board but me. Suddenly, some Important People from the French Political Scene casually escorted me past customs and check-in. Straight up the stairs and onto the waiting plane. All the worrying had been in vain.
The plane was of the future. (Ok, wtf.. I just googled 'super jumbo jet' to post a pic and guess who is the first to comment in this BBC article: The ceremony was attended by European leaders including Tony Blair, Jacques Chirac and Gerhard Schroeder.
French President Jacques Chirac praised the A380 as the "crowning achievement of a human and industrial adventure", describing it as a "European success" http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/4183201.stm ) . Anyway, this plane was like a cruise ship on wings. I sat at the tail of the plane, and I remembered that the tail piece is the most likely to break off in an accident. But then I looked out the back window and it was totally worth it. The window was the size of a bedroom wall. We had a MAGNIFICENT view of the scenery below.
Suddenly, an Important Person came for me. They took me to the Korean daycare that was on board the plane. She told me to look at all the kids and select the little boy who looked different, take him for a walk, play with him, give him a bath, and return him to the daycare. The toddlers were all crammed into a pretty small area. This was the only part of the plane that wasn't absolutely spacious. I found the toddler immediately.. he half black, and half white; a mulatto kid. He was also very cute and precocious. I did as I had been instructed and when I returned him, all the other kids and daycare workers were asleep. I tiptoed out.
Later, the Important Person handed me a letter. It was a double-sided letter on two sheets of yellow paper. It was a love letter, and it was sent from the President, who was sitting in a different part of the plane. He wrote that he had been smitten with me at first sight, and the child I had taken for a walk had been mine and his, from our future.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
School
My class is chugging along. I'm not as inspired to go to it for two reasons. The first is the teacher. She is of a really err.. shall we say 'unique' disposition. She got REALLY angry when I asked her a question the first class, in front of the class, and since then, it has been walking on eggshells with her. I notice she's definitely trying to be nicer to me.. throwing out compliments here and there.. and I'm trying to act as yielding and non-confrontational as the lobotomized cat in the psych 11 texbook, but I still cannot bring myself to ask her anymore questions in front of the class from now on.
Which sucks, because we are doing math and graphics-related stuff now (the 2nd reason I'm not as inspired), which I find challenging. I want to learn more about plants and less about angles and measurements.
I noticed last class, when other students asked her questions in front of the class, she ignored one question that politely questioned her information in more depth than she was willing to go, and to the other student, she just replied 'HUH?' and shook her head in a 'Are you speaking alien-talk?' way when he provided additional info she wasn't familiar with. How are students supposed to learn when their questions are responded to with such hostility?
All of this adds up to me feeling rather miserable in the class, especially since I gave up 2/3rds of my income plus tuition to take the class. I guess maybe next time I will post questions on local discussion forums, asking people to PM me with info about the teacher and class, before registering.
Which sucks, because we are doing math and graphics-related stuff now (the 2nd reason I'm not as inspired), which I find challenging. I want to learn more about plants and less about angles and measurements.
I noticed last class, when other students asked her questions in front of the class, she ignored one question that politely questioned her information in more depth than she was willing to go, and to the other student, she just replied 'HUH?' and shook her head in a 'Are you speaking alien-talk?' way when he provided additional info she wasn't familiar with. How are students supposed to learn when their questions are responded to with such hostility?
All of this adds up to me feeling rather miserable in the class, especially since I gave up 2/3rds of my income plus tuition to take the class. I guess maybe next time I will post questions on local discussion forums, asking people to PM me with info about the teacher and class, before registering.
Parade of Lost Souls
It was my third time attending this parade on Commercial Drive, and I went as No Face from Spirited Away. I think the character was perfect for me. I liked how I mystified people. I felt sneaky when everyone thought my eyes were looking out of the mask, instead of the hidden black mesh below it. I felt smug when big macho guys felt intimidated and came up close to make faces or 'playfully' punch me or shake my hand. Little babies chased me, SFU students recruited me for a film, Japanese girls screamed and grabbed 'gold' (Werther's candies!) out of my hands, and mothers pushed their ambivalent kids towards me to take pics. It was a blast getting into character.. bowing, offering gold, and basically not talking, save for a few 'uhs' when offering gold.
The most liberating part is being able to interact with society without caring what expression is on your face! I could be sticking my tongue out, walking with my eyes closed, being bored, and nobody could tell since all they saw was the face two feet above my head. I wish real life was like that.. I wish we could walk around all day and show our real emotions, without having to force fake laughs out of politeness, or contorting our faces in many ways to show things we don't really feel, or to communicate in ways our hands cannot. Every day, we wake up and put on our 'society masks.' And ironically, it is only in the putting of a physical Halloween mask over our faces that we can let our real emotions show. I wonder what the repercussions or benefits would be of taking off the societal mask.
The tomato cage on my shoulder, responsible for giving me an extra 2.5 feet of height, starting digging into my shoulder a bit, and my lower back was sore. But overall, everything stayed in place, and the pho we ate after was SO delicious and well-deserved! (My costume prevented me from eating or drinking anything from 5-10pm).
My friend and I both agreed that the costumes the previous year had been cooler. But I've been looking at some of the pics on Flickr, and it seems we missed several really good costumes.. like a walking bar, a Queen Victoria in a gorgeous hand-sewn dress, cat robot and penis that shot silly string. Good costumes we saw were a kid in a biohazard box on a stretcher pushed by white suited guys, an octopus, a can of Raid, Noah's Ark and a band of robots playing Daft Punk.
The most liberating part is being able to interact with society without caring what expression is on your face! I could be sticking my tongue out, walking with my eyes closed, being bored, and nobody could tell since all they saw was the face two feet above my head. I wish real life was like that.. I wish we could walk around all day and show our real emotions, without having to force fake laughs out of politeness, or contorting our faces in many ways to show things we don't really feel, or to communicate in ways our hands cannot. Every day, we wake up and put on our 'society masks.' And ironically, it is only in the putting of a physical Halloween mask over our faces that we can let our real emotions show. I wonder what the repercussions or benefits would be of taking off the societal mask.
The tomato cage on my shoulder, responsible for giving me an extra 2.5 feet of height, starting digging into my shoulder a bit, and my lower back was sore. But overall, everything stayed in place, and the pho we ate after was SO delicious and well-deserved! (My costume prevented me from eating or drinking anything from 5-10pm).
My friend and I both agreed that the costumes the previous year had been cooler. But I've been looking at some of the pics on Flickr, and it seems we missed several really good costumes.. like a walking bar, a Queen Victoria in a gorgeous hand-sewn dress, cat robot and penis that shot silly string. Good costumes we saw were a kid in a biohazard box on a stretcher pushed by white suited guys, an octopus, a can of Raid, Noah's Ark and a band of robots playing Daft Punk.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
On Kids
Sometimes I just love my kids (students)!! It totally depends on the kid, the class and my mood. I marvel at how different each personality is at such young ages, even between siblings. It makes me wonder.. just how much of a personality is determined by 'nurture?' 'Nature' seems to play a larger role. Some kids are brats and I can tell they don't get as much attention from their parents, who probably use videogames to babysit. I've noticed that other teachers like some of the students who I think are brats. So again, it's very subjective how one determines what their ideal kid would be like. I want to have kids ONLY if their personalities can be like those of my favorite students.. but how can I ensure this happens?
While other teachers value the lippy, talkative kids.. the ones who are in sync with pop culture, and can dish out quick witty barbs, I like the ones who are laid back and easygoing, who have no concept of what 'cool' is. And because they have no need to validate their existence with their peers, they are free to be whoever they want to be, and learn whatever they want to learn. Unfortunately I wasn't like that as a kid.. I cared too much about what others thought. I tried to fit in, and grew grumpy or snarky if I couldn't, often releasing this anger to my parents or in diaries. So if I can learn one thing from my students, it's to always be receptive to knowledge, don't even think about impressing society, don't stress, and be kind to everyone. Perhaps if I can BE that person, I could mould my own progeny into having the same character (if some day I do procreate).
While other teachers value the lippy, talkative kids.. the ones who are in sync with pop culture, and can dish out quick witty barbs, I like the ones who are laid back and easygoing, who have no concept of what 'cool' is. And because they have no need to validate their existence with their peers, they are free to be whoever they want to be, and learn whatever they want to learn. Unfortunately I wasn't like that as a kid.. I cared too much about what others thought. I tried to fit in, and grew grumpy or snarky if I couldn't, often releasing this anger to my parents or in diaries. So if I can learn one thing from my students, it's to always be receptive to knowledge, don't even think about impressing society, don't stress, and be kind to everyone. Perhaps if I can BE that person, I could mould my own progeny into having the same character (if some day I do procreate).
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Fall.
It's this time of year I miss Ontario the most. Every October, when the leaves start to change colour, I'm tempted to pack my bags and fly to Ontario, abandoning life as I know it in Vancouver. There is so much Vancouver is missing in terms of seasonal change. Sometimes, I feel like the year is one big season because each individual season is not properly separated from the next, and celebrated.
In the fall, in Ontario, the sugar maples, which are twice as big as any maple here, slowly, slowly start to turn a majestic shade of deep crimson red in a few select spots. Like spectacular disease, the tree succumbs to this red, which grows and spreads. Other parts of the tree dance with yellow, orange and green. The leaves fall in torrents, creating piles a layer so thick, you can flop down on the ground and immediately disappear, never to be seen again. The leaves crackle and smell delicious.. like opening an old musty box filled with papers, or, as I recently discovered, like sipping Thai tea.
Various seeds start to dry and pop out of their seed heads. The skies are perfectly clear and the sunsets spectacular for days on end. The sun is a deep golden yellow, still warm, and colours even the darkest knotty wood fence a friendly tone. The crisp air competes with the sun's warmth, and the resulting sensation is haunting. The dew turns to frost that crunches under foot. Animals scurry about. Chickidees, squirrels, foxes, deer.. all trying to horde as much food as they can. Geese dot the horizon, grow larger, scream overhead, and then dot the horizon again. You wonder how the geese choose their lead goose. Does he just assume the position, or is he elected? The neighbours are busy grooming and training their prize cows to walk behind the tractor. Other tractors are busy baling hay (alfalfa) into huge round bales behind the house. The alfalfa smells sweet, sort of like marijuana.
With fall comes two of the most exciting events of the year. The first is the fall fair. The second is Halloween. I miss the fall fair more. Each town has it's own version of the fall fair. There are tractor pulling contests, workhorse pulling contests, dressage contests, barrel racing, horse and buggy contests, pumpkin growing contests, photography and art contests, baking contests, pet contests, .. basically a lot of contests, and being a competitive person, I'd try and enter as many as I could. Some of the coolest contests were the 'weirdest carrot shape' and 'biggest maple leaf.' If I was in Ontario I'd still be entering contests, and/or volunteering to set up so other kids could carry on the tradition. There were also numerous exhibitions put on by the local 4-H clubs, and farmers used the opportunity to show off their best livestock.
October. Plane ticket. Ontario. If it doesn't happen one of these years I'll be surprised at my restraint. And it might be a one-way ticket.
In the fall, in Ontario, the sugar maples, which are twice as big as any maple here, slowly, slowly start to turn a majestic shade of deep crimson red in a few select spots. Like spectacular disease, the tree succumbs to this red, which grows and spreads. Other parts of the tree dance with yellow, orange and green. The leaves fall in torrents, creating piles a layer so thick, you can flop down on the ground and immediately disappear, never to be seen again. The leaves crackle and smell delicious.. like opening an old musty box filled with papers, or, as I recently discovered, like sipping Thai tea.
Various seeds start to dry and pop out of their seed heads. The skies are perfectly clear and the sunsets spectacular for days on end. The sun is a deep golden yellow, still warm, and colours even the darkest knotty wood fence a friendly tone. The crisp air competes with the sun's warmth, and the resulting sensation is haunting. The dew turns to frost that crunches under foot. Animals scurry about. Chickidees, squirrels, foxes, deer.. all trying to horde as much food as they can. Geese dot the horizon, grow larger, scream overhead, and then dot the horizon again. You wonder how the geese choose their lead goose. Does he just assume the position, or is he elected? The neighbours are busy grooming and training their prize cows to walk behind the tractor. Other tractors are busy baling hay (alfalfa) into huge round bales behind the house. The alfalfa smells sweet, sort of like marijuana.
With fall comes two of the most exciting events of the year. The first is the fall fair. The second is Halloween. I miss the fall fair more. Each town has it's own version of the fall fair. There are tractor pulling contests, workhorse pulling contests, dressage contests, barrel racing, horse and buggy contests, pumpkin growing contests, photography and art contests, baking contests, pet contests, .. basically a lot of contests, and being a competitive person, I'd try and enter as many as I could. Some of the coolest contests were the 'weirdest carrot shape' and 'biggest maple leaf.' If I was in Ontario I'd still be entering contests, and/or volunteering to set up so other kids could carry on the tradition. There were also numerous exhibitions put on by the local 4-H clubs, and farmers used the opportunity to show off their best livestock.
October. Plane ticket. Ontario. If it doesn't happen one of these years I'll be surprised at my restraint. And it might be a one-way ticket.
There's life after 25.. and it's great!
I'm starting a new blog. I have a dozen of them already, but sometimes I just like to start over on a blank slate. I will continue to do this until blogging ceases to be in vogue (ie. the day we all communicate with ESP). The title? Because I turned 25 this year, and I hated the day. Then, the clouds cleared away and I realized that I have more options now than I've ever had my whole life. I'm finally choosing the career I want, and life is just GOOD.
My mom turned 60 a couple days ago and I called and asked her how it felt. "Old," she said. And that surprised me. People often say they still feel like a child. To be honest though, I think my mom grows more beautiful inside and out, with age. She has a bit more patience, she tries new things she wouldn't have considered years ago, she's less stressed out, her tastes are a bit more refined, and her garden is always improved. Plus she's more active than I am, running around dealing with 20 preschool kids each day. I wrote in her birthday card that when I look at her, I'm not afraid to age. I've finally embraced the fact that life is better when it's not eternal. And that's a liberating feeling.
I'm going to go post this now, and type more separate entries, because I like to compartmentalize my life (If the number of blogs I have wasn't already an indicator!)
My mom turned 60 a couple days ago and I called and asked her how it felt. "Old," she said. And that surprised me. People often say they still feel like a child. To be honest though, I think my mom grows more beautiful inside and out, with age. She has a bit more patience, she tries new things she wouldn't have considered years ago, she's less stressed out, her tastes are a bit more refined, and her garden is always improved. Plus she's more active than I am, running around dealing with 20 preschool kids each day. I wrote in her birthday card that when I look at her, I'm not afraid to age. I've finally embraced the fact that life is better when it's not eternal. And that's a liberating feeling.
I'm going to go post this now, and type more separate entries, because I like to compartmentalize my life (If the number of blogs I have wasn't already an indicator!)
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