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Once upon a time, I was in a video store with my then boyfriend trying to pick out a movie to watch. I picked up John Carpenter's Vampires, and proceeded to tell the boy about the coolest scene in the movie, where a guy uses his hot-from-being-fired gun to cauterize a wound he received. Said boyfriend looks at me, shakes his head, and says, "You're not like other girls, Betty."

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Friday, June 30, 2006

How can things have changed so drastically in less than a week? Monday I was all optimism and rainbows and puppy dogs. Today I’m pretty doomy-gloomy. Part of it is the fact that Jay is taking a lot of his frustration out on me. I’m trying so hard to be understanding, because I know he’s going through a tough time. But I’m going through the same tough time with him and being yelled at everyday makes it that much worse.

Yesterday, one of my worst fears was realized. I had a tire blow on the interstate. I handled it surprisingly well, however. Whenever I had imagined it happening in my worst nightmares, I froze up and lost control of the car, ending with a fiery crash. In reality, I was really more irritated than I was scared. I simply got over to the shoulder of the road, uttered a few choice swears, and got to work changing the tire. I ripped some skin off my right hand working the jack, but I was well on my way to a flawless tire change when a state cop pulled up and helped me finish the job. How nice of him, to rescue the damsel in distress. Ha. I’m so far from a helpless female it’s not even funny.

Now if I can just get over my other fears: swimming in the ocean, geese, hippies, and thunderstorms. I know, I know. For being the farthest thing from a damsel in distress, I have some pretty wussy fears. I assure you, most of them are direct results of some type of childhood trauma. But none of it makes good stories. Except maybe the hippie thing… But I digress.

Today is the last day of the month. Maybe our awful, horrible, no-good, very bad month will be over, and we can start on some better times. Please let it be.

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Unbridled optimism

Monday, June 26, 2006

Okay, I’ve had the shittiest month, but even after everything that’s happened; I’m thankful. I know it sounds so cheesy, but all the crap has only served to bring me & Jay closer together. And it’s made me realize just how special my friends really are. I mean, after losing my purse, one of my friends gave me $50 to help me recover, and my boss paid the locksmith fee to change the tumbler/chip setup in my ignition and get new keys for it. Jay found out he’s losing his job; one of his friends is there to hire him to sub-contract off of him. Neighbor threatens to kill our dog…well, nobody’s done anything especially helpful about that, but everybody’s made sure to pay some special attention to Jedi and let her know what a good dog she is. Nothing short of killing the redneck (which none of us would be capable of) who threatened her or moving is going to solve that one. Although at the moment she’s not allowed outside of the house unless she’s on one end of a leash and either I or Jay is on the other.

The baby’s great. Not so much of a baby anymore. She’ll be two in just over a week. *sigh* Where does the time go? After her first successful “big girl” elimination, she’s shown not the slightest interest in doing so again. I was hoping to have her trained before her birthday, but it’s not looking like it’s going to happen. I guess we just have to wait until she’s ready (within reason, of course).

I had a birthday party over the weekend. It was a total blast. We had a huge water fight in the backyard. Bean thought it was fabulous. She especially loved the water balloons. I believe this may have to become an annual event. I’ve always had certain friends that are responsible for certain parties. JJ throws the Halloween party, Big D and Step always have the New Year’s Eve party, and Bear always does 4th of July. I’ve always wanted to have one of those parties that everyone always looks forward to. Maybe it should just be the beginning of summer water fight. Sounds good to me.

We did have to call off kind of early though, because Saturday brought a surprise phone call from the bar, wanting to know if the band could play. Apparently, all but one of the bands scheduled backed out. The show was a bust, it was a bunch of people expecting rockabilly rather than punk, but the guys sounded okay.

Oh yeah, just to round out the month of horrors, our roof started leaking today.

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