Junk that has happened in the last week or so:w
My step-dad has some weird hard spot in his stomach and they can't figure out what it is. So they shoot him full of whatever it is they shoot you full of to do a cat-scan and turns out he's allergic to it. To top it off, my mom was already in the emergency room because she didn't feel right.
My mom was fine, they still don't know whats wrong with my step dad.
Last night, my mom was in the emergency room again because she tried cutting her finger off. She is fine, just a few stiches and having to be creative when she wipes her ass.
And my mom's 51st birthday was thursday. My step-dad forgot. Drina, mom said that she would love for you to call her. She doesn't want a gift. If you need her phone number, email me missxomisery@aol.com.
So last night, the NYC group of podcasters thought it would be funny to play out a fight on Twitter. At first, I freaked out because Holly is out there alone and when I texted her and asked if she was ok, she didn't say i'm fine it was a joke, she led me to believe someone had been inappropriate with her. When the pictures started posting, I realized that this was supposed to be funny. i didn't think so. I still don't. I thought I had overreacted because I was already having an off day because I was tired, then my mom calls talking about cutting her finger off, and a few other matters going on. But after some discussion with a few people, they could understand why I was upset.
Wes, I am sorry I cancelled on you. I wouldn't have been very good company. I owe you, I really do.
I have been successful in not eating meat for about a month now. I have been cooking a whole lot more, which I love. What is weird is I thought I would be going crazy with meat craving. I really haven't. i have been sleeping a whole lot better and not so irritable. Besides this week stressing me out, I have been pretty good. Normally this amount of stress would result in migraines, but I don't even have a headache. I just need to keep up on the bike.
Today I made mushroom raviolli with a pea pesto puree thingy. It was so good! Tomorrow, depending on how adventurous I am feeling, I will make gnocchi with a sage butter sauce or tacos. hahaha! I will probably make the tacos because my avocados are ready. I made Avocado Brushcetta last week and Derek liked it enough that he said I should make it again. I have a recipie for a taco soup and I am thinking I will tweek it to make it vegetarian friendly that will be excellent with the Brushcetta.
Ok I am done babbling. I really need a good night's sleep because on top of everything else, I am being a girl this week! Hurrah!
3 comments:
You make this whole thing sound completely different than it was. I said on my text message that I was having John deported....um that sort of seems like a joke in my world. I really think you completely overreacted.
Actually, no, I don't think youre horrible, I think you guys had some drinks and were having fun.
I would appreciate it if you could see it from my point of view. You are sarcastic when youre upset and I can't tell by a text message if youre serious or being funny. I was concerned that something happened to you. I wasn't the only one.
You may feel that I over reacted and that's fine. I know that I had good intentions in my reaction and I don't want to fight with you about it. I am not angry now, and I wasn't when I wrote that. I wasn't so much angry when it happened but upset because at first I didn't realize it was a joke. And I am not holding any grudges, as far as I was concerned, it was over and done with.
You can be annoyed or mad at me, I have no control over that. But I think youre reading into what I was saying in a way I didn't intend for it to come off because you thought maybe I was angry and saying those things out of anger or to be cunty.
I don't know what else to say lady, I can't say i'm sorry because I can't be sorry for being concerned for one of my pals. I just think this is where our senses of humor differ and that's it.
I really do hope you had a good time over all.
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