On the outside, my family appears to be a pretty normal, middle class, American family. But on the inside, as part of that family, we are so weird. Someone is always saying something inappropriately funny, or doing something completely retarded.
Usually, I'm the one doing the retarded stuff while my uncle cracks the jokes to make everyone laugh. Today my grandmother decided she was going to be the inappropriately funny.
Uncle: (Picking up a bag off the table) Hey, this is new where did you get it?
Grandma: Oh, that was free from Coke, I thought it was going to be red but it's pink.
Uncle: Yeah, but that's the color for your protect the boobies stuff you like.
Grandma: Well, mine are already protected, and besides you know what they say, more than a mouthful is a waste anyway.
Me: Oh god, no, you did not just say that.
Uncle: (My uncle falls out laughing) No, it's more than a handful. Not mouthful.
Me: Please stop, I can't take this.
Grandma: I thought it was mouthful, cause you can only fit so much in your mouth.
Me: (Walking out of the room) This is so wrong, I'm traumatized for life.
The holidays haven't even started yet and they're so much worse come Christmas time. It's going to be an interesting holiday season.
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Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk. And Music.
Through out my life I've had moments where I feel like I lose myself. It's not the kind of loss of self you experience when you get wrapped up in a work of art or some really great music, or an exciting project even. It's a very bad sort of loss, where I feel like I'm suffocating. Like there's a part of me missing and if I don't get it back my world is going to completely fall apart.
I had to deal with it a lot growing up. Then, it was caused by some very bad events that took place in my childhood. Now, with the wisdom that comes from years of dealing and picking up the pieces of wreckage I leave behind during those moments I see it's an almost uncontrollable safety mechanism. The loss is always triggered by something emotionally burdening and a part of me runs away with every fiber of my being, trying to hide from the pain.
While that is taking place, another part of myself steps forward and does whatever it takes to force myself through the hard times. It does it without concern of past or future consequences. Without concern for what is best or what is right. The only thing it has in mind is making sure I survive it.
This summer was another one of such moments. I had my heartbroken by someone I placed my trust in completely. My relationship with my mother was extremely strained after a very big argument we had. I had been told I wouldn't be able to attend college this year. For me, those were the most important things in my life. My family is my rock, school was my ticket to being able to help take care of my family in the future, and her, well I loved her with everything I had until I realized she never felt the same. Throw in issues with money and other smaller things that had been building up. My world had gone from stable to upside down in a matter of weeks and I couldn't handle it anymore.
It had been years since I was in such a bad place. I was floored. I saw that if I didn't find an escape soon, I wasn't going to make it. I needed an escape and it came in the form of alcohol. I didn't see a problem with it at first, all I knew was that the days and weeks were passing and I was still here, so something was working right.
After about a month, I was finally able to start pulling myself back together. I managed to dull the pain enough to be able to see what I really needed to do to get myself back on my feet. The end of the summer was fast approaching and if I was going to find a way to stay in school I needed to start immediately.
I stopped buying the alcohol and switched to smoking on occasion. I busted my ass, and found a way I could stay in school. I owe my uncle most of the credit for pushing me and not letting me give up on that.
The past month and half are a true testament to how far I have come from where I was during the summer. In an attempt to ensure that I don't slip back down to where I was, I've started this little ritual almost. I don't really smoke anymore, but the nights when I feel myself starting to get overly stressed and need that escape, I grab my iPod and go outside and have a smoke.
There's something moving about being outside at night alone. Across the street from my house is a park. I walk over and sit on the swings or the stairs to a slide and just listen to my music and look at the sky. By the time I'm done with my cigarette my mind is refreshingly clear of all the thoughts and worries that had been plaguing me earlier and I'm in state of complete relaxation.
Rarely ever do I feel a sense of pride in myself but this is one of those times. I didn't give up when I so desperately wanted to, I can make it through anything now.
I had to deal with it a lot growing up. Then, it was caused by some very bad events that took place in my childhood. Now, with the wisdom that comes from years of dealing and picking up the pieces of wreckage I leave behind during those moments I see it's an almost uncontrollable safety mechanism. The loss is always triggered by something emotionally burdening and a part of me runs away with every fiber of my being, trying to hide from the pain.
While that is taking place, another part of myself steps forward and does whatever it takes to force myself through the hard times. It does it without concern of past or future consequences. Without concern for what is best or what is right. The only thing it has in mind is making sure I survive it.
This summer was another one of such moments. I had my heartbroken by someone I placed my trust in completely. My relationship with my mother was extremely strained after a very big argument we had. I had been told I wouldn't be able to attend college this year. For me, those were the most important things in my life. My family is my rock, school was my ticket to being able to help take care of my family in the future, and her, well I loved her with everything I had until I realized she never felt the same. Throw in issues with money and other smaller things that had been building up. My world had gone from stable to upside down in a matter of weeks and I couldn't handle it anymore.
It had been years since I was in such a bad place. I was floored. I saw that if I didn't find an escape soon, I wasn't going to make it. I needed an escape and it came in the form of alcohol. I didn't see a problem with it at first, all I knew was that the days and weeks were passing and I was still here, so something was working right.
After about a month, I was finally able to start pulling myself back together. I managed to dull the pain enough to be able to see what I really needed to do to get myself back on my feet. The end of the summer was fast approaching and if I was going to find a way to stay in school I needed to start immediately.
I stopped buying the alcohol and switched to smoking on occasion. I busted my ass, and found a way I could stay in school. I owe my uncle most of the credit for pushing me and not letting me give up on that.
The past month and half are a true testament to how far I have come from where I was during the summer. In an attempt to ensure that I don't slip back down to where I was, I've started this little ritual almost. I don't really smoke anymore, but the nights when I feel myself starting to get overly stressed and need that escape, I grab my iPod and go outside and have a smoke.
There's something moving about being outside at night alone. Across the street from my house is a park. I walk over and sit on the swings or the stairs to a slide and just listen to my music and look at the sky. By the time I'm done with my cigarette my mind is refreshingly clear of all the thoughts and worries that had been plaguing me earlier and I'm in state of complete relaxation.
Rarely ever do I feel a sense of pride in myself but this is one of those times. I didn't give up when I so desperately wanted to, I can make it through anything now.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Procrastination is the Key...to Disaster!
Midterms are tomorrow. Now ask me if I've studied for any of them yet. The answer is no. Stupid procrastination snuck up on me and jumped my from behind, I'm innocent I tell you! It's a frame job! To be honest though, one of my midterms I didn't even know was this week until yesterday, but oh well. I'm sure I'll do alright on both of them.
I was talking on the phone with my mom yesterday and told her I had midterms Thursday and so she sent me this picture over Facebook. Yes, I'm friends with my mom on Facebook. Shut up.
This is so true. Whenever I study longer than 15 minutes I'm always like "Hmmm, now would be a good time for a nap." Come to think of it, I'm supposed to be studying right now and somehow I ended up at my blog.
I was talking on the phone with my mom yesterday and told her I had midterms Thursday and so she sent me this picture over Facebook. Yes, I'm friends with my mom on Facebook. Shut up.
This is so true. Whenever I study longer than 15 minutes I'm always like "Hmmm, now would be a good time for a nap." Come to think of it, I'm supposed to be studying right now and somehow I ended up at my blog.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Two in One Day?
Goodness gracious, two posts in one day. It's a record!
The moving went well, no crazy near catastrophes, just a lot of heavy lifting and organizing. My cousin is such a sweetheart, she kept thanking me and the rest of my family for driving down to help her move. I think she felt bad we drove 3 hours to her campus, but the drive was the easiest part, it was the climbing up and down stairs with boxes that killed. I don't think my calves will ever be the same, but it was all worth it. I haven't been able to see her for a few weeks so I enjoyed spending the time with her.
I'll also be going to see her again, in a couple of weeks. Frank Warren of PostSecret fame is going to be speaking at her campus and we managed to snag tickets to the event and I'm completely excited about it. I've been a fan of PostSecret for such a long time and to finally have the chance to see Mr. Warren speak is something I can't even put words to.
Until then, I'll be counting down the days til I get to go see my awesome cousin and Mr. Frank Warren all in one day. It's going to be kick ass!
The moving went well, no crazy near catastrophes, just a lot of heavy lifting and organizing. My cousin is such a sweetheart, she kept thanking me and the rest of my family for driving down to help her move. I think she felt bad we drove 3 hours to her campus, but the drive was the easiest part, it was the climbing up and down stairs with boxes that killed. I don't think my calves will ever be the same, but it was all worth it. I haven't been able to see her for a few weeks so I enjoyed spending the time with her.
I'll also be going to see her again, in a couple of weeks. Frank Warren of PostSecret fame is going to be speaking at her campus and we managed to snag tickets to the event and I'm completely excited about it. I've been a fan of PostSecret for such a long time and to finally have the chance to see Mr. Warren speak is something I can't even put words to.
Until then, I'll be counting down the days til I get to go see my awesome cousin and Mr. Frank Warren all in one day. It's going to be kick ass!
Moving Day
Today I'm helping my cousin move dorms at her college, which is the only reason why I am up before 11 on a weekend that I don't have to work. I'm kind of wondering how things are going to go today, when the whole family is involved something always happens.
Last time we helped her move into her dorm, her grandfather almost got run over by his own truck while her grandmother sat in the passenger seat staring at everyone yelling "BRAKE! PUSH THE BRAKE!" at her. She doesn't drive so she didn't know what to push, and luckily my cousin's boyfriend was able to help pull her grandpa out of the way in time.
When you think about it, at the time it wasn't funny, everyone was scared and freaking out trying to stop the truck and get my cousins grandfather safe. But now, every time it's mentioned the whole family breaks down in tears from laughing so hard.
Families certainly keep things interesting.
Last time we helped her move into her dorm, her grandfather almost got run over by his own truck while her grandmother sat in the passenger seat staring at everyone yelling "BRAKE! PUSH THE BRAKE!" at her. She doesn't drive so she didn't know what to push, and luckily my cousin's boyfriend was able to help pull her grandpa out of the way in time.
When you think about it, at the time it wasn't funny, everyone was scared and freaking out trying to stop the truck and get my cousins grandfather safe. But now, every time it's mentioned the whole family breaks down in tears from laughing so hard.
Families certainly keep things interesting.
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