"WWIGD: what would Irina Goll do?"
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Wednesday Mom and I are getting hardwood floors put in la casa. In preparation for this, I cleaned out the closets and had to put everything on the fireplace and kitchen counters. Notice that I didn’t say Mother. I did about 80% of the work. All she did was do laundry and clean out two hall closets, one of which she still hasn’t done. While cleaning closets out, I found a poem, a short story, and at least 30 artistic masterpieces I did in art class in high school. They are strange and do not say anything about me except that I have no artistic talent and was obviously trying to gather some type of artistic talent but ultimately failed. The self portraits were the real winners. One of which “I” was crying in, probably because of my lack of being able to draw. I will post pictures of the best ones following this post. I cannot wait to get new floors. Thanks to my great idea to get a group of girls drunk for the first time at my house on New Year’s three years ago, I have a huge red stain from the B&J red bitch drinks that we all drank. Not to mention my lovely dog Lucy (who is currently upset because the house is in such a disarray, and I broke the leg off the life size Beagle statue while transporting it to the garbage stack. She fears her leg is next.) has had a couple accidents over the years. The house is going to look much nicer once it is completed. Hopefully by Wednesday night.
Thursday a bunch of girls (including Katie!) and I are going to dinner at Buttons as a goodbye before we all leave for school again. It’s kind of sad in a way, this is probably the last time I will ever live at home for this long ever again. I decided to stay in CStat for the summer.
Friday I am getting LASIK. When I went to the consultation last week, I had a sad realization that I can only see the big E on the eye chart with my left eye without my glasses. It was a defeated moment for my faltering eyesight.
Saturday I am leaving for College Station. I am bringing Erin with me to show her around the campus. I feel that after I show her the city, the campus, and take her to the basketball game, she will get really motivated to find a school that suits her.
This year is going to be really busy. My horoscope even said it would be. I am excited. Lots of new experiences coming my way. I will have a capital time. Capital is my new favorite word; I got it from Little Women. I just finished it today. I have been reading it off and on all break. That’s the only thing I feel I accomplished during the past three weeks.
A little soapbox time as per the theme, Bitchin’ Blog.
Today a friend showed me a Facebook message sent to her by an Aledo mom who was telling her that all the Aledo people go to “places like Texas Tech” and have “No life. No goals.” and all they ever do is party. It upset me. A lot of people from Aledo that went to Tech do fit that stereotype. What she is really saying is that her daughter is so much better than everyone else because she left the state to go to college. We don’t have to go five states away to have goals. A part of me wants to run her over with my car, but all of me wants to just show her how wrong she is. We have our whole lives to live in different cities and such, which I do intend to do. Just because we like Texas and didn’t leave it does not imply in any way that we do not have goals. This is the reason why I have no desire to live here during the summer. Aledo is full of people, especially housewives with nothing else to do, who get in people’s business with their meaningless opinions. Ten, or even five years from now, she will see many Aledo graduates that are much more successful than her daughter. She will be embarrassed. Texas schools have good reputations. UT, TCU, SMU and A&M especially. It is about what you make about the opportunities presented to you, not about where you go to school. People don’t judge you at A&M like they do in Aledo. It is a much happier and wholesome place because of this. That’s part of why I love it. I thank God that I was able to get away from it and develop a new persona that allowed me to see that judgement doesn’t do anything but make me look bad. And just for the record, there’s probably 120 A&M students from Aledo, tops, that are currently enrolled. That’s .3% of the student population. Aledo people that all hang out with each other still go to Blinn. Big difference. That percentage also applies to other schools in Texas. Just saying.
I have had the hives for the past few days. It is New Year’s Eve - I cannot have red whelps all over me for tonight’s charades. Off I went to Lone Star Medical Plaza for some instant relief via shot this morning. The nurse said she would give me a steroid shot, which will give me an immense amount of energy. She asked what my plans were for tonight, and I said Billy Bob’s. She said that I couldn’t drink tonight. I paused, then said, okay.
She smiles and asks, “You’re not going to listen to me, are you? You’re going to have a red bull and vodka.”
“No energy drinks for me. I am not that stupid. The steroids will be a good combination though; I can just see it now.”
“Are you going to get those nails done?”
I looked down at my nails. “No… but I guess I will do them myself.”
“Good. You can’t go out with nails like that. Are you going with a bunch of girls?”
“And a guy.”
“Oh, for protection! That’s good.”
“Yeah I guess you could call it that.”
Then the shot came. I felt a bit woozy. She had me lie down for a few minutes. She asked me many times if I was sure I could drive. I assured her I could.
I get to the car. I have never sweat like this before. When I’m halfway home, things start to go downhill. I feel sick, and I can’t see straight. That’s how I found myself in front of the donut shop with my seat down and the A/C on full blast in 50 degree weather with a jacket shielding my eyes. After about ten minutes, I made the trek home miraculously.
If you’ve ever felt a little nauseous but so high on life that you just want to do some jumpin jacks, you have obviously had a steroid shot. I hope it lasts all night.
Happy New Year!!!
Well tumblr/my internet connection was being a motherbitch last night, so just pretend this is 24 hours earlier:
So today was not so great with Nancy (my mother, who is alternately amused and annoyed with being referred to by her first name; though resigned seems to be the most reoccurring). The day began with an 8 am phone requesting an errand that would pull me out of bed for a full hour, and ended with a sit down discussion between her, my father, and myself. “Well when you finally decide about school, just let me know, but you’re pretty much on your own this time,” well gee. It then escalated to: “If you drop out, you’ll be working 40 plus hours a week at some lame ass job and living…. Well, probably not with us.” And then of course my attitude beginning to match my father’s family was mentioned…
Obviously you have gathered some idea that Bailey and I are a bit more ragged around the edges; we don’t mince words, and I sure as hell don’t apologize. Not really my fault that some people just don’t have a clue and need to be treated with a pair of kid’s gloves. While normally I don’t mind on people calling me out on my bitchometer, it’s my mother. But I get it….. I was an awful older sister to one kid, and still am to the other. So, not such a stellar record.
I really have to say though - the nine minute wait at the Wal-Mart express checkout lane really was the definition of my day. I stood behind a horribly obese woman and watched as she ordered her child to unload the basket, and then reload the bags. Her five year old daughter! And all I could think while standing there (other than, all I have is ONE bag of sour cream and onion chips, why couldn’t you get in the appropriate lane? [she was indeed over the 10 item limit] the jerk) was about that poor little girl and this woman that just sat in her chair ordering it to move her; ordering the cashier to fix her credit card’s mistake; ordering this child to grow and be guided by someone who didn’t give a rat’s ass, or could do nothing to help herself.
Maybe that’s my inspiration for wanting to teach young children - to show them that there is always more available than what appears to be. Maybe this fatty didn’t have anyone or anything; I don’t a child to believe that. So we’ll see. But on that note, I’m going to make sure I get my birth control taken promptly.
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I went to get my rug cleaned today. Mother recommended a place off Bryant Irvin called CT Rugs. It was one of those places full of those wonderful Peruvian rugs that are all identical. An Indian takes the rug I brought and says it will be $65. I talked him down to $30 with no effort at all, considering I only paid $50 for the rug in the first place. Even thirty was a little steep, but this guy was not going to skip out on my business. I sat down to fill out paperwork, and he copies it onto another sheet. He thinks my name is spelled Balay. What am I, a prop for rock climbing? Then this -
“OOH ALEDO YOU TRAVEL FAR.”
“Well, my mom told me to come here.”
“OHH TELL MOM I SAY HI.”
He picks up a Christmas card and draws Mom on it with our dog. Underneath her is a square that says “NO RUG” on it and what I think is poop from the dog beneath it. The other greeting card is me. It says Love Rob at the bottom. Well, he said it like Rob. It looks like Rope to me though. Rob/Rope asks, “YOU HAVE BOYFRIEND, HUSBAND, WIFE?”
“God, no.”
“Well here’s your boyfriend. He is very tall. He wears a hat.”
When it is time to leave, he gestures for a hug. I kind of went in for a side hug, but no. He gave me a barrel of a hug.
People are funny.
Words of wisdom from Chelsea Lately:
Three words on how to keep your man, “BJ, BJ, BJ.”
“No, it’s three F’s: Football, feed em, f*** em.”
