Today was rough

Today was rough.

I woke up and felt out of it instantly. Not to mention the fact that my Dad had to wake me up so getting up for work this week might actually happen. Summer's off are great, until you have to go back to work. So not looking forward to Wednesday.

On Friday I attended a funeral for the Husband of a Co-worker. It was sad. I had never met her Husband, but I knew how great a man he was simply by knowing his wife. After the Funeral I had a great post worked out in my head, but it never made it to the computer. Someday I'm sure it will.

Last week was Grama's birthday. She's 88. She fell not too long ago and hurt her head. She was always so lucid and with it. She was in great shape for a woman in her 80's. She lived in Florida for 30 years. And she lived in Florida by herself for 5 years after my Grampa died. But today while we had dinner in our kitchen, her stories were fragmented, and her statements didn't always make sense. She had MRI's taken of her brain, and Pops takes her to the same Doctor Allison went to for her spinal MRI's tomorrow. It's just really sad. This is the part I wasn't looking forward to when Mom and Pops told us that Grama would be moving to an Assisted Living facility nearby. I hate that I have to watch it end. I know I should look at it as a way to spend more time with her, but it still fucking sucks.

Delaware was good times. Got to see the Bro-bro and the other Amber. I got hella sunburned on my legs. The next day I couldn't bend my legs. Today it's as if nothing happened. 2 weeks and all I have to show for it is more freckles. Stupid Pasty White Irish Skin.

I hate being a girl. I'll spare you the details.

I'm off to finish reading "Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story". I dig Chuck Klosterman.


I stink. Seriously. Why Dave wants to have lunch with me tomorrow, I'll never know.

We'll maybe I'll know. Probably tomorrow around lunch time, when I see him. We're going to a Thai food place near his work. I'm a little nervous to go. The last time I had Thai food I was with my best friends in New Haven, not with a man that I professed my love to Freshman year of college. Maybe that's why when he asked me out to lunch in May I kept coming up with excuses.

The First Amber, aka Wifey, said something the last time we saw each other that got to me.

I was in New Hampshire for a get-together and talking to Leslie, a girl I had just met earlier that evening. She was talking to me about how her male best friend threw her for a loop the other night. She frequently sleeps over at his place, in his bed. But the other night, she woke up and he was spooning her. A first. She was asking me what she should do. I started asking her all the important questions... "Have you said anything to him?" "Did you want it to happen? Would you want it to happen again?" "Are you attracted to him?" "Were you scared because you didn't know what it meant or that you really liked it?"

To which, Wifey yells in from the other room:

"Leslie. She'll give you the best advice, but she'll never listen to herself."

SWEET JESUS! My Wifey knows me way too well.

Moral of the story: When it comes to other people and their shiz, I'm a friggin genius. When it comes to my own shiz, I'm an idiot.

Its so true it scares the crap out of me. Well I'm going to lunch with Dave tomorrow. I'm still nervous, but that didn't stop me the other times we hung out. But this time DJ Jazzy Jeff the dog won't be there to help me out. (I was dog sitting a cockapoo named Jazz the last time we hung out)

Ok I'm really going now. I have 100 pages left in that book, and I want to finish it before I start work again.

Peace...

Current Music: Lee Ann Womak - He Oughta Know That By Now
"It's not like he's gotta read my mind to know what I'm feelin' after all this time"