I made plans to go see an out of town concert tomorrow -- driving there and back the same night (appx 3 hrs one way) -- and I was really looking forward to it and then one perosn dropped out and then another so it was down to me and another guy. Who changed his schedule around after cajoling his boss to go see this band.
But I looked at my money since I got paid today and I really (really really) can't afford to go so I bailed on him. This was after hammering out plans last night.
He's really disappointed and now I feel bad and like I should go anyway but I just can't afford it. Should I suck it up and go anyway?
Juliana, I use the Giovanni wax, but you'd probably want to smell it first.
Jason makes one, too.
After the F2F, I was intent on growing my hair out somewhat, because as it gets longer, it gets curlier. And about 2 weeks ago, it was driving me completely bugfuck insane with its in-between-ness, and I was all set to get it cut totally short.
But all of a sudden, it's behaving and is crazy curly, and making me very happy, so it can stay. At least for a while.
In more serious news, my mom just called to tell me that my grandpa is back at the nursing home from the hospital, so apparently his septicemia and pneumonia are at least being beaten back with antibiotics. However -- and believe me when I say that I know this is like a game of Telephone -- she told me that caretaker!aunt said that hospice workers have been called in for him, because he's very despondent, in an almost catatonic way, won't walk, can't put 2 words together, and doesn't recognize my aunt.
The Telephone aspect of it is that the news has been filtered through my mom, through caretaker!aunt. And caretaker!aunt is prone to exaggeration AND my mom is MASSIVELY prone to misunderstanding things. Like, caretaker!aunt could have told Mom that, in her opinion, hospice care *should* be called in, etc., etc., but Mom managed to interpret that as hospice workers *were* called in.
Anyway. I don't know the actual nitty-gritty details, but if hospice care *was* called in, I'm guessing that my grandpa might die soon-ish. And the thing is -- and I know this is a cliche -- it would be a blessing if he did. His physical quality of life has been the pits for the past 12-18 months, and his mental sharpness has declined rapidly after Grandma died 6 years ago.
We never had a grandparent-grandchild relationship, because he was a SEVERE alcoholic until I was in college (and by severe, I mean that he drank literally an entire fifth of whiskey A DAY, with a couple of quarts of beer to wash it down, and I'm truly not exaggerating), and then when he quit drinking, he was just kind of....addled all the time.
So -- and I hope this makes sense and doesn't make me sound like a stone cold bitch -- if/when he dies, it will be sad, but I won't be upset.
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I wish I was skinny enough for this skirt.
Eeek. Sorry for the shallow fashion post right after that, Steph. I hope that if it is his time, that he passes peacefully. {{{}}}
~ma for Steph
libkitty, I think the site you want is imreallysad.com
Oh, Tep. I'll keep hoping he improves to a point he can live with, but at least doesn't have to spend too long in a condition he can't bear. Sometimes it's just time, you know?
Eeek. Sorry for the shallow fashion post right after that, Steph.
Pfft. Don't apologize. I was just brain-dumping (because I *must* share with the Buffistas Every! Single! Thought! that crosses my mind). I really truly am not upset.
