Scary shit."'We'll be able to take over both halls of Congress, we'll be able to reclaim sinful cities like San Francisco for the faithful, and we'll be able to wage very effective massive boycotts against companies that are going against God's will.'"
Not sure if I mentioned this. For the past year, I've had the pic of my sister on my desk at work facing down. When the cleaning crew put it upright (a couple times), I put it back. I don't know why I did it. I was kind of pissed. Last week I put it back upright, though I still haven't spoken to her. Well, until Saturday. Sort of.
Her mom and I had been going back and forth about meeting up Saturday. We tried to reschedule for Sunday, but my uncle had plans or something. Next weekend she had something going on, and the weekend after that was when I'll be in B'ham (and Easter, though that is of no concern to me). So we ended up going Saturday in the nasty weather. Well, I thought it would be Sunday, as that's the last I remember discussing. Luckily I went ahead and got up when the cats woke me, so I wouldn't sleep late and miss the first class (instead of going back to bed after feeding everyone). She sent me an email saying see you at 8:30. Wait, what? I called her to make sure, then rushed around and got ready, grabbed a protein bar, and left. Still was there before her. BS. I thought I was going to the gym, so I didn't have any clothes out, no anti-frizz stuff in my hair, etc. I'm not sure if I missed that in our phone conversation Friday, or if it was wishful thinking, but I'm pretty sure she said Sunday.
We met at a McD0nalds near 75, then headed to C0nyers. We got there a little early, despite the traffic and craptastic weather. We sat in another McD0nalds and overheard hilarious snippets of conversations. I was wondering if Debbie's husband, who is black, was drawing attention to us in such a kuntry locale, but then he wasn't the only one.
My uncle and his wife got there right on time. Awkward! This was the theme of the day. They'd brought us copies of pictures of our mother and her family, old pictures. This is what I wanted all those years ago before they cut off contact with me. And don't think I didn't want to say something, and to Danielle. Not the right time. He was nice, though. He even made a comment about too much time passing.
We sat and talked, while Debbie's husband took pictures of us. Annoying! I told him, for the record, that I didn't like having my picture taken. He said he knew, and that's why he kept it going. Then we left for the cemetery. The rain continued.
We wound through a typical old downtown to a slightly unkempt cemetery. In front by the road, there were some OLD graves. I would have loved to look at those closer. Debbie said she loves to do that, too. Maybe we can go back when the weather is better. The family's section was about half full. There was no marker for my mother's ashes. I guess I'd pictured a plaque in my mind. Come to find out, there were some family squabbles over the plot. Well, it wouldn't have been a plot. My mother wanted to be placed at the foot of her mother's grave. My uncle ended up keeping the urn at his house for a few years due to the family. I don't remember the details, but someone had a problem with her being placed there, and wanted her in an empty plot, which was against her wishes. Also, as I said, it would have used a whole plot that was for a casket, when her urn and plaque would take up little room.
So, my uncle ended up putting her there himself (illegally), but not marking the location or telling anyone else. He said he thought now might be a good time to look into that. If someone has a problem with it, too bad.
He told some stories about his family, about our mother, etc. He even mentioned coming back when the weather was better, having us out to his house, also. I guess with him as well as my sister, I'm feeling kind of guarded, especially about Danielle. We barely spoke to each other. (She seemed happy to be meeting her uncle, though.) One thought I guess I had in my mind was, why bother asking her anything going on with her? She doesn't give a shit about anything going on in my life. Is that wrong? I kind of think not. I didn't want to invest myself, so to speak, in a relationship with her because of how it's turned out so far.
She got a call from the POS baby daddy as we were leaving the cemetery. She said something about the phone being on vibrate. I guess he was pissed that she wasn't rude in a cemetery with her phone. Idiot. Then they texted, I think. And her grammar is as stellar as ever. She said "I seen" more than once. Nails on a chalkboard.
On a more frivolous note, I've been sucked into a new TV show - D0llhouse. Damn you, J0ss Whed0n. It's been pretty good, so far, despite my disgust for the premise. I also have a bit of a crush on El!za Du$hku. Because I was slow to set up the series to record, I missed the premiere, and it has expired from hu1u. Weird. CSI episodes from November are still there, but this one from February is gone. And since it's new, who knows when they'll show it again.
I've gone and done it. I signed up for texting again. It's the cheapest plan they have, 200 a month for $5. I figured I'd do that while I continue to procrastinate about a new phone. I'm wondering if a full keyboard is worth it. I probably need a newer SIM card, too. Maybe. I don't plan to surf the net. I'm also wondering if there is a plan not visible on the site that matches what we pay now (minus text), which is $49 a month (plus whatever fees). The cheapest now is $59, which is what has been keeping me from upgrading. I knew I'd have to do that or get one on eb@y when Jeff finally beats the crap out of his phone until it stops working. At least now I have the option in the meantime. I have no problem signing a contract, but the extra monthly cost brings out the C1ark H0ward in me.
I have a huge, ugly bruise on my butt. No, no one kicked me in the ass, as Jeff suggested. On Sunday as I was feeding Buzz in the bathroom, I sat his food bowl down. As I was standing up and backing up, I backed right into the corner of the counter. Ouch. It hurt enough to affect how I was walking. I knew it'd leave a nasty bruise, and it surely did. I thought of Stacey, Queen of the Klutzes. This is something she would do. Oh, who am I kidding. I do stupid stuff like that on a regular basis.
I broke a tooth. It's a smallish tooth on the lower right that already had a filling in it. Went to the dentist this morning, and they prepped it for a partial crown in order to preserve some of the tooth structure. Now I'm wondering how durable that will be as opposed to a full crown, which is the same price anyway - about $600 (would have been more, but he took part of it off, the "build up"). I paid half today. So much for that huge credit card payment I was going to send.
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
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