So, any day someone tells you that they love you for the first time is pretty cool. This time it was a small girl named Cecilia. I was so surprised that I didn't say it back until like five minutes later. Her response to that was a "mouth toot," in her words, i.e. making tooting noises with her mouth.
I don't know that I deserve said love, I basically just danced on a wet towel for her. But it's nice. Partially because it's just a nice thing to feel/hear, but also because I plan on no kids of my own, and the more that are willing to visit me in the nursing home, the better.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Oh blog, I forgot I had you. I started you when I was a lonely misanthrope and had nothing better to do than to bitch about my life. Years and years of this stuff, starting fall of '01. I believe within the first month is my reaction to 9/11 even. It's not exactly Pepys, but there you go. Historical events surrounded by the context of my whiny life. I don't think that bit is public, because I moved the blog at one point because someone I didn't want to found it, but..... there's still probably years of embarrassment in the archives here, too.
Gradually I stopped needing you so much... I got busy actually living instead of thinking & writing about living. I got friends and was too busy to write.
I think the final death knell was my addiction to Facebook? I have more time again now that I'm unemployed but if I have a random thought I generally put it on there, because I know someone is actually likely to read it that way.
I kind of miss it, it's nice having a record of things... the Facebook stuff will be lost within the sheer volume of silly quizzes and shared links.
I will also never regret it, despite how I cringe when I read some of the oldest stuff. That blog actually helped me meet people during a very lonely time in my life, and I have good memories of most of them. One of them, my friend Ryan, I'm actually still friends with.
Anyway, since I am having a fucking awful time trying to fall asleep (as of this writing it is 2:53 a.m.) I'm going to cull a couple of recent-ish thoughts I've posted on facebook, so that 10 years from now I can look on and be embarrassed about this post as well.
5/8: Last night, half asleep, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. The steam helps soothe my cough. I thought, in passing, "I hope this shower works. If I can't calm down this cough, my volatile mutant powers could be unleashed and destroy the world."
4/6: Ok, what's up with people who have young children saying they're "x number of months old." Like, everyone does it. Ok, I get it if they're less than a year. But if you say "18 months" I don't want to do math, your kid's a year and a half old, just say that.
Fun fact: I am not much of a fan of Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix but I could listen to Hendrix's version of All Along the Watchtower (orig. by Dylan) for daaays.
Happiness is a warm gun, Beatles? No, no, no. Happiness is a warm bunny. I got one stretched out by my feet right now.
4/5: DUDE. Stefanie rocks. I was bitching on facebook how we had no food in the house (my fault, for not shopping) and she brought me a pizza! A damn pizza! A damn GOOD pizza! How sweet is that?
3/3: So Jeremy and I have been playing a lot of adventure games lately. I have weirdly gotten obsessed with jamming things into other things as the solution to all problems. "Hm, try jamming the pitchfork into the glowing cube," or "Jam your knife into that pile of rubble" for example. (These are things I tell Jeremy when he's controlling, which I make him do a lot). I have sadly started being into it in real life to the extent that I decided to jam bunny off a box he was eating with a hairbrush.
Yes, I'm jamming rabbits now. Is the point of this story. I guess.
3/1: I'm a little bit in love with the phlebotamist at my colon guy's office.
2/20: Just made custard.... LIKE A BOSS. It's a pain in the butt, but it's the most essential part of making tiramisu.
Plus I had The Avengers help me (thanks, Netflix!)
2/13: So yesterday I get outside. It is warmer than it has been. I'm like "THIS IS AWESOME IT MUST BE 50 DEGREES OUTSIDE SPRING IS COMING!!" It was like 28 degrees.
Illinois: You'll take what you can get
1/30: I love how whenever I know a song with weird lyrics, Jeremy thinks I've made them up. First off, there is literally an old song called Boney Maroney that he thought I made up. Then the other day I was singing:
"I got my head checked
by a jumbo jet
it wasn't easy
but nothing is"
Which is Song #2 by Blur, aka the "Woo hoo" song. I only know the actual lyrics thanks to Rock Band, it's not very clear. And he thought I came up with it. Which also puts me in mind of the time I had a friend think I was making up lyrics to Smells Like Teen Spirit. So... people must think I'm really creative. Or really weird. Or both.
I guess I'll take it as a compliment.
And yes, I'm thinking of this stuff cause I can't sleep.
12/15: Me: Who are you sexting?
Jeremy: My Dad
*pause*
Jeremy: we weren't sexting.
Gradually I stopped needing you so much... I got busy actually living instead of thinking & writing about living. I got friends and was too busy to write.
I think the final death knell was my addiction to Facebook? I have more time again now that I'm unemployed but if I have a random thought I generally put it on there, because I know someone is actually likely to read it that way.
I kind of miss it, it's nice having a record of things... the Facebook stuff will be lost within the sheer volume of silly quizzes and shared links.
I will also never regret it, despite how I cringe when I read some of the oldest stuff. That blog actually helped me meet people during a very lonely time in my life, and I have good memories of most of them. One of them, my friend Ryan, I'm actually still friends with.
Anyway, since I am having a fucking awful time trying to fall asleep (as of this writing it is 2:53 a.m.) I'm going to cull a couple of recent-ish thoughts I've posted on facebook, so that 10 years from now I can look on and be embarrassed about this post as well.
5/8: Last night, half asleep, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. The steam helps soothe my cough. I thought, in passing, "I hope this shower works. If I can't calm down this cough, my volatile mutant powers could be unleashed and destroy the world."
4/6: Ok, what's up with people who have young children saying they're "x number of months old." Like, everyone does it. Ok, I get it if they're less than a year. But if you say "18 months" I don't want to do math, your kid's a year and a half old, just say that.
Fun fact: I am not much of a fan of Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix but I could listen to Hendrix's version of All Along the Watchtower (orig. by Dylan) for daaays.
Happiness is a warm gun, Beatles? No, no, no. Happiness is a warm bunny. I got one stretched out by my feet right now.
4/5: DUDE. Stefanie rocks. I was bitching on facebook how we had no food in the house (my fault, for not shopping) and she brought me a pizza! A damn pizza! A damn GOOD pizza! How sweet is that?
3/3: So Jeremy and I have been playing a lot of adventure games lately. I have weirdly gotten obsessed with jamming things into other things as the solution to all problems. "Hm, try jamming the pitchfork into the glowing cube," or "Jam your knife into that pile of rubble" for example. (These are things I tell Jeremy when he's controlling, which I make him do a lot). I have sadly started being into it in real life to the extent that I decided to jam bunny off a box he was eating with a hairbrush.
Yes, I'm jamming rabbits now. Is the point of this story. I guess.
3/1: I'm a little bit in love with the phlebotamist at my colon guy's office.
2/20: Just made custard.... LIKE A BOSS. It's a pain in the butt, but it's the most essential part of making tiramisu.
Plus I had The Avengers help me (thanks, Netflix!)
2/13: So yesterday I get outside. It is warmer than it has been. I'm like "THIS IS AWESOME IT MUST BE 50 DEGREES OUTSIDE SPRING IS COMING!!" It was like 28 degrees.
Illinois: You'll take what you can get
1/30: I love how whenever I know a song with weird lyrics, Jeremy thinks I've made them up. First off, there is literally an old song called Boney Maroney that he thought I made up. Then the other day I was singing:
"I got my head checked
by a jumbo jet
it wasn't easy
but nothing is"
Which is Song #2 by Blur, aka the "Woo hoo" song. I only know the actual lyrics thanks to Rock Band, it's not very clear. And he thought I came up with it. Which also puts me in mind of the time I had a friend think I was making up lyrics to Smells Like Teen Spirit. So... people must think I'm really creative. Or really weird. Or both.
I guess I'll take it as a compliment.
And yes, I'm thinking of this stuff cause I can't sleep.
12/15: Me: Who are you sexting?
Jeremy: My Dad
*pause*
Jeremy: we weren't sexting.
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