My Love and I had a Family and Friends cookout on Saturday and I was unfortunately behind the 8-ball in getting ready. A friend showed up and saw me in my frazzled state and offered her help, but instead of just stepping in; especially since I’m not typically in such a state, she sat on the couch and went to sleep. Who.The.F*ck.Does.That? Sadly, this is the second time she’s done this and guess what? There won’t be a third. I was quite annoyed, but chose not to further upset myself by saying anything and let it go. I simply limited my interaction with her in favour of our other guests. In spite of that, the cookout was a huge success and everyone had a great time.
I had a conversation with My Love’s mother that I hadn’t ever expected to have and said some rather severe, but not disrespectful things that I felt needed to be said. She initiated the conversation by speaking out the familial dysfunction and I felt compelled to respond. He wasn’t happy that I was being dragged into the conversation, but I felt I needed to respond openly and honestly. I want things to be in an improved state between them and hope that things will be.
I had the best time with my cousin who’d come into town after taking her son to college in Boston. She and I are more than just cousins; we’re best friends, confidantes, ride or die, skeletons in the closet, take it to the grave. We talked, laughed, shared, and did all the things we do when we’re together. Even though her visit was only for four days, it was a wonderful few days. It’s not always the quantity of time, but the quality of the time.
I’m tired of woman playing the victim. I’m sick the hell of it. I want women to stop blaming others for the issues in their lives and do something about it. We live in a time where seeking counseling is no longer the taboo thing it was in decades ago. There are so many options for women to work through their hurt, pain, abuse, etc and not let it take over and impede their lifes development. I’m sick of said women pointing the finger at others or trying to fix others, when they’re got their own issues and are broken themselves.
I can’t help but get annoyed when I see parents dressed well and their kids look raggedy. I saw this, this weekend and found myself so tempted to call bullsh*t on a woman looked a mess while she well dressed and put together. I have to invoke Kermit and say, “it ain’t none of my business though”. Haha!
My birthday is next Saturday; the 13th and I have absolutely no idea how I want to spend it. I have a massage scheduled for the 11th and I’m taking off the 12th, but nothing planned as yet. I find this oddly amusing and exciting because I usually have something planned. Things will fall into place and I’ll enjoy the times beset to me.
I watched the documentary, Stories We Tell by Susan Polley and it made me rather sad. In so many ways, I related to her experience, because I was 5 before I found out my stepfather wasn’t really my father and I met my biological father and two of my seven siblings. I was about 13 when I met my eldest; now deceased brother and spend decades not knowing my remaining siblings. To date, I’ve met and know all but one of them. Truth be told, I really don’t care if I ever meet her. I’m almost 47 and she’s went into her early 60s, I presume so what could we possibly talk about or how could we bond? It’s rhetorical really. I do find it sad that there are so many children who have no idea of their true paternity or that they have siblings they don’t know. More than it, I think it’s scary. I’d hate to be the one who found out I was involved with a half-brother, cousin, or other family member. Eek!
Even though I’m not married yet, I’ve already decided how the bridal party will be dressed, the colours, and that there will be NO cell phones permitted. I find it rather distasteful that people attend weddings and other formal functions and publish the photos without the consent of the parties whose event it was.
I mailed some birthday cards and it felt really good. I enjoy acknowledging someone’s special day and being able to have them have tangible proof of my remembrance and wanting to share in their happy occasion. I still have more cards to send; September is a very active birthday month.
My college reunion is next month and I don’t feel the same excitement that I’ve had for the past three. Maybe because I’m in transition in my life, but I can’t say that with certainty. Maybe it’ll come to me by the end of the month when things and people start really getting into high gear.
I haven’t received the invitation yet, but have been invited to a college friends 50th birthday celebration. I was quite flattered when asked for my mailing address. We’d always gotten along while we were in school and I got the impression he had developed an interest in me when we’d seen each other back in 2010, but nothing came of it. He never pressed it and it was left alone. I highly doubt there is any romantic interest even now; it was merely a situational thing back then. He’s a classy guy and I know his event will be as he is. A very close friend has also been invited and I’m looking forward to attending.
I STILL need to lose at least 10 lbs and hope I’ll actually get around to losing it. I need to get my body back to where I’ll actually enjoy looking at it and not tolerating it.
Yea, I said it!