...there is a reason that I have had the same bestest friend, since the first day of ninth grade.
'Cuz she ROCKS, that's why.
After finishing the post below, I locked myself in the bathroom, and fell to pieces. So, I did the only thing, any self-respecting adult, locked in a bathroom, with a phone, a cigarette, a lighter, and snot running down her face, can do.
I called my best friend, with whom, I share a potato.
The potato bit, is a long standing, inside joke, that I'm not sharing at the moment.
To quote Le Tigre..."nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo".
...just because I can.
She has always been there for me, when it really mattered. She's held my hair for me, while I've thrown up, and then I've returned the favor. Sometimes, even in the same night, LOL. Words cannot begin to describe the love I have for this awesome chick. She rocks my world, on a regular basis, just by showing up, yk?
So, after the obligatory pep talk, she moved right into a charming tidbit, about how, 12 years after the original loan, 3 years after the last court date, where she got a judgment in her favor, she's tracked down my former roommate, and filed the court papers to have her salary garnished. Turns out, she works as a realtor with the same company, that HER realtor, who is listing her house, does.
Karma is a bitch, LOL.
She will be getting married in the fall (my friend, not karma), and her daughter will be born in about 2 months. IN the meantime, she just happens to be buying my cousin's house, right around the corner from me. How rockin' is THAT?
She may not always understand me, and vice versa, but damn, is that girl always around when I need a potato.
"Put on your shit kickers and kick some SHIT" drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Friday, April 07, 2006
I will *NOT* freak out...
...I will NOT freak the fuck out...
oh wait.
I'm making a truly admirable attempt, at least, in my book, not to completely lose my SHIT.
When I was 18, my cousin, Rachel, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. She was the only girl cousin I had, and I just adored her. She was only 6 when she was diagnosed, and 7 years, and 2 weeks old, when she died, after an agonizing year of surgeries and treatments. I can honestly say, I've never been the same. At that moment, when my father knocked on my apartment door, and told me that she died, while I was changing from work, to go sit with her, like I did a few times a week, my world view shifted.
No longer, was bad shit, the stuff that happened to other people. Babies die. Kids die. Not just in sudden accidents. They get sick, and die. As in, no doctor, no treatment, no surgery, can prevent it.
I totally, not to put too fine a point on it, lost my SHIT. The weeks afterwards are kind of a blur, in all honesty. I drank, drugged, and cut my way through one of the most horrifying times of my life. Even my club buddies were scared, by how out of control I was. How do you DEAL with something like that? How do you come to terms with that?
Now, fast forward, 11 years later, to the phone call I got from my sister-in-law this morning. My nephew, who is 5 months older than my youngest son, has a lump on his neck. She took him 2 weeks ago, to get it checked out by our pediatrician. He told her to come back in two weeks, if it hadn't gone away. IT could just be from a cold. This morning, is the end of week two. It's almost doubled in size. He has to go for blood work tomorrow, there is a possibility, that it's leukemia, or another childhood cancer.
I hear the words, coming out of her mouth, and suddenly, I'm not a 30 year old mother of 3 kids, with a silly, crazy, happy life, but a scared, 18 year old kid, who just can NOT do this again. I barely survived it the first time. I cannot watch another kid I love DIE. I just don't have it in me. How fucking chicken shit is THAT?
We have no information to work with yet, we'll get results of his blood work on Monday, hopefully. My sister in law, is freaking out, understandably. She's depending on me, to help her through this. I honestly don't know if I can. I'm sitting here, typing this, just barely holding absolute panic at bay. I can barely catch my breath, at the mere suggestion that I walk this road with yet another family member and their beloved child. What the hell am I gonna do, if I actually have to walk it?
I got no answers. Not one.
From a girl, who thinks she knows it all, that's saying something.
just barely. drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
oh wait.
I'm making a truly admirable attempt, at least, in my book, not to completely lose my SHIT.
When I was 18, my cousin, Rachel, was diagnosed with a brain tumor. She was the only girl cousin I had, and I just adored her. She was only 6 when she was diagnosed, and 7 years, and 2 weeks old, when she died, after an agonizing year of surgeries and treatments. I can honestly say, I've never been the same. At that moment, when my father knocked on my apartment door, and told me that she died, while I was changing from work, to go sit with her, like I did a few times a week, my world view shifted.
No longer, was bad shit, the stuff that happened to other people. Babies die. Kids die. Not just in sudden accidents. They get sick, and die. As in, no doctor, no treatment, no surgery, can prevent it.
I totally, not to put too fine a point on it, lost my SHIT. The weeks afterwards are kind of a blur, in all honesty. I drank, drugged, and cut my way through one of the most horrifying times of my life. Even my club buddies were scared, by how out of control I was. How do you DEAL with something like that? How do you come to terms with that?
Now, fast forward, 11 years later, to the phone call I got from my sister-in-law this morning. My nephew, who is 5 months older than my youngest son, has a lump on his neck. She took him 2 weeks ago, to get it checked out by our pediatrician. He told her to come back in two weeks, if it hadn't gone away. IT could just be from a cold. This morning, is the end of week two. It's almost doubled in size. He has to go for blood work tomorrow, there is a possibility, that it's leukemia, or another childhood cancer.
I hear the words, coming out of her mouth, and suddenly, I'm not a 30 year old mother of 3 kids, with a silly, crazy, happy life, but a scared, 18 year old kid, who just can NOT do this again. I barely survived it the first time. I cannot watch another kid I love DIE. I just don't have it in me. How fucking chicken shit is THAT?
We have no information to work with yet, we'll get results of his blood work on Monday, hopefully. My sister in law, is freaking out, understandably. She's depending on me, to help her through this. I honestly don't know if I can. I'm sitting here, typing this, just barely holding absolute panic at bay. I can barely catch my breath, at the mere suggestion that I walk this road with yet another family member and their beloved child. What the hell am I gonna do, if I actually have to walk it?
I got no answers. Not one.
From a girl, who thinks she knows it all, that's saying something.
just barely. drreid-blockston@cavtel.net
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Ha ha! I'm not cleaning the gar-a-ge....
WHO
Who is your best friend? Amy
Who do you like? That\'s a little vague, don\'t you think?
Who is your mom? a born-again zealot, but she sure does love me.
Who owns your house? The bank. Except for the little concrete pad that the trash cans sit on. THAT we own, baby.
Who bought you the clothes your wearing? Me.
Who is at your house? My kids, and my lovah
Who loves you? Who doesn\'t, baby?
Who said hey to you today? The lady at the convenience store I bought milk in this morning.
Who are you talking to right now? Um, no one. I\'m typing, remember?
Who was your ex-boy/girlfriend? A bunch of psychos that are either A) in jail B) rehab C) or legally cannot come within 100 yards of me. I sure can pick \'em
WHAT
What town do you live in? Baltimore, and it rocks
What are your pet peeves? people not using turn signals, the religous right.
What are you wearing? \"Draft the Bush Twins\" shirt, jeans, and black hightop converse
What do your teeth look like? sharp and pointy. *growl*
What are you doing in an hour? working on a glass mosaic
What is your middle name? Rebecca
What is your deepest secret? Seriously, you think I\'m going to post it on the internet?
What are you doing tomorrow? Writing for a few hours, then taking my oldest to the state park for a birthday party
What is your boy/girlfriends middle name? Wesley. Yeah, I know.
What is in this for you? An avoidance tactic. I\'m supposed to be outside, helping to clean out the garage.
What is your favorite thing(s) to do? Write.
What are you sitting on? My ass, which happens to be in a chair
WHERE
Where are you at right now? In my office
Where were you at at 12 noon today? Um, it\'s only 11:35 AM here.
Where is your toothbrush at? In the bathroom. Where SHOULD it be?
Where do you sleep? In my bed.
Where do you live? In my house (this is getting fun)
Where were you at at 7pm yesterday? On my couch, with my sick 8 year old, watching Chicken Little. I want a Herby
Where is your boy/girl friend? Um, outside cleaning the garage, LOL.
Where are your parents? Beats me. Here\'s hoping they don\'t show up here today.
Where did you put your bookbag? On the wrought iron rack by the front door, which is actually where it belongs. Go figure
Where do you keep your socks? In my husband\'s drawer.
WHEN
When was your first kiss? Kindergarten. Patrick Arnold, under the table in Library, when we were supposed to be watching a film
When are you getting a job? I have one. In fact, I have about 4. Being your own boss ROCKS
When will you grow up? Hopefully never, but I think it\'s catching up to me.
When are you going to call your friend? So what, now I only have one friend?
When did you get home last night? I never left, LOL.
When did you graduate? 93
When are you going to stop taking surveys? Never, if it means I don\'t have to help clean out the garage.
When was the last time you had a fruit smoothie? I\'m not sure, but I\'m comfortable with, \"it was a long time ago\" answer
When are you getting married? Shit, I\'m never getting married again. If this gets fucked up, I\'m OUT.
WHY
Why are you taking this? Seriously? Pay attention. SO I DON\'T HAVE TO HELP CLEAN OUT THE GARAGE
Why are you weird? I\'m not WEIRD. I\'m eccentric.
Why are you wearing what your wearing right now? Because it\'s finally warm enough to break out all my really cool t-shirts. Oh, and it was clean, and on the top of the pile.
Why dont you have friends? Hey, screw you buddy! First I only have one, now I have NONE? Eat me.
Why cant you get a boy/girl friend? My husband is kind of a dick that way.
Why do you live where your at? Because I love this town, and I dig my house.
HOW
How do you fix your hair? Right now, it\'s growing, for my best friend\'s rennisance wedding in the fall, but normally, it\'s short and spikey in the back, long on the sides, no bangs.
How are the kids? Aidan\'s sick, but Caleb and Lucien are good.
How many hours do you spend on the computer? Depends on my day.
How many TV shows do you watch? Once again, depends on my day
How did you find this survey? A friend (told you I had some, fucker) sent it to me
How do you like it so far? Not too shabby, for a time-killer
How do you make sharpies? Beats me. I just buy mine
How many sharpies do you own? About 10
How often do you say I love you? Frequently. It should be said often, and sincerely
Who is your best friend? Amy
Who do you like? That\'s a little vague, don\'t you think?
Who is your mom? a born-again zealot, but she sure does love me.
Who owns your house? The bank. Except for the little concrete pad that the trash cans sit on. THAT we own, baby.
Who bought you the clothes your wearing? Me.
Who is at your house? My kids, and my lovah
Who loves you? Who doesn\'t, baby?
Who said hey to you today? The lady at the convenience store I bought milk in this morning.
Who are you talking to right now? Um, no one. I\'m typing, remember?
Who was your ex-boy/girlfriend? A bunch of psychos that are either A) in jail B) rehab C) or legally cannot come within 100 yards of me. I sure can pick \'em
WHAT
What town do you live in? Baltimore, and it rocks
What are your pet peeves? people not using turn signals, the religous right.
What are you wearing? \"Draft the Bush Twins\" shirt, jeans, and black hightop converse
What do your teeth look like? sharp and pointy. *growl*
What are you doing in an hour? working on a glass mosaic
What is your middle name? Rebecca
What is your deepest secret? Seriously, you think I\'m going to post it on the internet?
What are you doing tomorrow? Writing for a few hours, then taking my oldest to the state park for a birthday party
What is your boy/girlfriends middle name? Wesley. Yeah, I know.
What is in this for you? An avoidance tactic. I\'m supposed to be outside, helping to clean out the garage.
What is your favorite thing(s) to do? Write.
What are you sitting on? My ass, which happens to be in a chair
WHERE
Where are you at right now? In my office
Where were you at at 12 noon today? Um, it\'s only 11:35 AM here.
Where is your toothbrush at? In the bathroom. Where SHOULD it be?
Where do you sleep? In my bed.
Where do you live? In my house (this is getting fun)
Where were you at at 7pm yesterday? On my couch, with my sick 8 year old, watching Chicken Little. I want a Herby
Where is your boy/girl friend? Um, outside cleaning the garage, LOL.
Where are your parents? Beats me. Here\'s hoping they don\'t show up here today.
Where did you put your bookbag? On the wrought iron rack by the front door, which is actually where it belongs. Go figure
Where do you keep your socks? In my husband\'s drawer.
WHEN
When was your first kiss? Kindergarten. Patrick Arnold, under the table in Library, when we were supposed to be watching a film
When are you getting a job? I have one. In fact, I have about 4. Being your own boss ROCKS
When will you grow up? Hopefully never, but I think it\'s catching up to me.
When are you going to call your friend? So what, now I only have one friend?
When did you get home last night? I never left, LOL.
When did you graduate? 93
When are you going to stop taking surveys? Never, if it means I don\'t have to help clean out the garage.
When was the last time you had a fruit smoothie? I\'m not sure, but I\'m comfortable with, \"it was a long time ago\" answer
When are you getting married? Shit, I\'m never getting married again. If this gets fucked up, I\'m OUT.
WHY
Why are you taking this? Seriously? Pay attention. SO I DON\'T HAVE TO HELP CLEAN OUT THE GARAGE
Why are you weird? I\'m not WEIRD. I\'m eccentric.
Why are you wearing what your wearing right now? Because it\'s finally warm enough to break out all my really cool t-shirts. Oh, and it was clean, and on the top of the pile.
Why dont you have friends? Hey, screw you buddy! First I only have one, now I have NONE? Eat me.
Why cant you get a boy/girl friend? My husband is kind of a dick that way.
Why do you live where your at? Because I love this town, and I dig my house.
HOW
How do you fix your hair? Right now, it\'s growing, for my best friend\'s rennisance wedding in the fall, but normally, it\'s short and spikey in the back, long on the sides, no bangs.
How are the kids? Aidan\'s sick, but Caleb and Lucien are good.
How many hours do you spend on the computer? Depends on my day.
How many TV shows do you watch? Once again, depends on my day
How did you find this survey? A friend (told you I had some, fucker) sent it to me
How do you like it so far? Not too shabby, for a time-killer
How do you make sharpies? Beats me. I just buy mine
How many sharpies do you own? About 10
How often do you say I love you? Frequently. It should be said often, and sincerely
Would you, could you, in a car?
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