family drama
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09/20/08
2.5 Hours
OMG. My parents will be here in San Diego, IN my house in just a few hours.
I think I am ready. Well, kinda ready. I mean, I put fresh sheets on the guest bed, cleaned, polished, scrubbed, vacuumed, and otherwise freshened the entire house. Richard trimmed the backyard to tropical perfection. The house is as ready as it will ever be. But… Am I?
I haven’t seen my parents in a year and a half. We get along great. I miss them a lot. However, there is always that nagging feeling that I will be judged. I hate that feeling. Last time they both told me I was fat. Nice, right? Well I have lost a few pounds, so maybe that won’t come up. Hopefully they won’t think we spent to much money in the nearly 3 years since they’ve been out. Hopefully my mother won’t be critical of our friends. Meh. It’s all probably a non-issue. They really are good people. But these are the things in my head. It’s my parents. They give me stress, That’s normal right?
Speaking of all my friends, I met them all through this blog that my parents know nothing about. How the hell do I juggle the conversations if I introduce them to people? As soon as I turn my back Mom will ask “So how do you know Dan and Richard?”. So?? What do I do? Ask all my friends to lie? Really?
Oi vey. So much to stress out about.
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12/02/07
D.Y.M.K. Does Your Mother Know?
So now that my blog might be outed (thanks hon!) and my mother could very well become a daily reader I figured today was a good a day as any to introduce my new knitting forum. It’s called Yernin’ Fer Yarn.
Okay I kid. My mother does not knit. But she could be joining us here at dp.com very soon. I am officially as blog-outed as I can be without direct links going out in email. What if it happens? What if mom does become a regular reader? Hell. I think I am filtering now… wait till that day comes. Would I block her? Could I? Do I have to? I am not really offensive. I am out of the closet. No surprises there. Sure there are a few things I’d rather not have her (or my father) know about my life, but done is done. What could it hurt? So I have sex. So I lied as a kid. So I partied a bit heavily in my youth. So I almost dated a drug dealer. So I said that my parents splash water when they wash their hands. I really have nothing that I am ashamed of here. I just don’t want yet an other ‘known’ audience member to write for. I cannot picture myself publishing some of the things that I do knowing my MOTHER might read it. Part of me would want to delete my whole online existence. Part of me says SCREW THAT! I have put a lot into this for the last 4 (FOUR!!!) years. What the hell? I could block their IP addresses if they come. But that seems extreme. It’s my family.
I hate that I have to even consider this. OMG. The problems caused by one stupidly created email.
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12/01/07
Today Really Sucked Dirty Ass
Enough said, right? It’s one of those work related things, as well as family stuff, so off to Member’s Only Land…
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06/17/07
My Brother Rocks Sometimes
My brother called me today just to make sure I called my father for Father’s Day before it got too late. Isn’t that awesome? He didn’t want me to forget. I had just gotten off the phone with my dad though, so it was all good. But still, props to my bro, yo.
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05/22/07
I Don’t Much Like Cats… And Other Late Night Fun
I just spent 5 minutes playing peek-a-boo with the cat. Is that wrong? And does posting this make me just that much closer to becoming a ‘cat blogger’? Sigh. It does, doesn’t it? Gah! Well there you go. I can’t really ignore them. They are obnoxious. Right now they are fighting over a chair. The tactics used are pretty funny. One squeezes in where there is no room and spreads out. The other starts licking, kissing, or cleaning and follows with a chomp on the ear. Now that’s love right there, the chomp. Nice!
So I am restless tonight. Can you tell? Yeah. I am listening to a podcast and late night snacking. I think I am tense. I have buyers remorse! ‘What did you buy?’ you ask… Well let me tell you…
It all started earlier today when I was informed that my PTO request was GRANTED! I will be on vacation from June 25 through July 5th! I am so excited because as you know me and my man celebrate our anniversary on the Fourth of July! (Because that’s when I first went to his place and never left…) This year is a big one too. TEN YEARS. Gawd I feel old. Anyhoo, we bought tickets to Florida! And reserved a convertible! Odd choice for a car as the Florida weather will be questionable then as far as the afternoon rain, but it was the same price as the not converting number. Besides we will be staying for the most part with mom and dad, so that’s like saving money right? Anyway. I am so excited for Richard to experience the joy of the 8 hours of travel, the humidity, and the charm of my parent’s small adopted home town that censors Cosmo in the grocery.
Plus we are doing Epcot, Disney, Orlando, Miami, Ft. Meyers, some other Ft., and possibly stopping off in Tampa as soon as I invite myself to the realm of the Antisocialite!
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05/01/07
The Guilt
I missed my mother’s birthday. I feel just awful. You see, I had arranged for a flower delivery for yesterday. I was waiting all morning for my surprised mother to call and tell me how excited she was. She never called. I figured maybe she was at work during the delivery. When she gets home she’ll call. Um. Nope. No call. Strange, but I was at work myself so I got busy and forgot. It was when I got home that I got the message on my answering machine. Not my mother, as I had expected. It was the customer service center from 1-800-Flowers telling me that they were unable to deliver. No reason, no excuse. Just “Sorry we were unable to deliver. Would you like us to deliver tomorrow or cancel.” WTF? Well, being that we have now missed the birthday, the flowers were MORE important! Shit! I hadn’t even sent a card, cause I knew I was sending flowers.
The next message was from some other guy at 1-800-Flowers asking me to call him at once. I did, and there was a bit more sincerity as he apologized. But still. The day is over. You missed it. You suck! But the delivery should happen tomorrow, and apparently there will be some note letting my mom know that it was their fault that the order was late. Beh.
I called mom next to explain what happened. Sure, it ruins the surprise, but my father had sent a nasty email because she had thought we all forgot her birthday! Yep! She just thinks I forgot, and sent them THAT DAY. They better remember to put that damn note on there…. I feel awful!
And here we are the next day. What is it, 2:30 in Florida? She hasn’t called to tell me she got them yet… Next time I think I’ll use FTD. It is FTD right? Or is that the feminine spray? Hmm. I should Google.
stressed 
