better. I think about stuff and I think god, who gives a shit about that.
Well, it's not honestly about whether you people give a shit about it, is
it. It's about whether I think it needs to go on record.
Recently:
Trev and I went to see a movie on opening night, and I can't remember the
last time we did that. We saw Wanted, which was fun. I'm not terribly
difficult to please when it comes to movies, though. The trailer for it
suggested that "not since the Matrix have you seen a movie that made you
wonder "how did they do that?" but they lied. I didn't wonder, but I did get
to see the naked backside of Angelina, which was worth the price of
admission.
I found out on fathers day that the guy who raped me after high school now
lives right next door to my parents new house in Rochester. This lead to a
nervous breakdown, and I stayed home from work for like 2 days. I got lucky,
though. Molly just happened to wake up sick the first day, so I thankfully
had a real excuse not to go in.
We welcomed a new baby into our extended family. Chelle's Nephew Treyten is
not only possibly the handsomest little fellow ever, but such a happy,
hungry little boy. Also, Chelle continues to look good with a baby in her
arms.
Chelle, her family and Molly and I went to the July 4 parade in LaPorte.
Molly cared more about an inflatable Spongebob toy than she did about the
parade. It ended up being a bit of a nerve-wracking morning for me (because
Molly likes to just take off running and taking her out like that, where I'm
always on the edge of my seat waiting for her to bolt), but the afternoon
held a bbq with family and ended up being a lot better. Oh, and Chelle can
channel Katy Perry like nobody's business. Seriously, my wife, so hot. Have
you seen her?
Trev and I had a big honest conversation last week about behavior patterns
in our relationship. We were both really honest and didn't really gloss over
anything. I felt a lot better after tellin him how I feel about things, but
I think both of us heard the other say things we weren't crazy about
hearing. It was long overdue, I know I let things build up, and it needed to
come out. We're working on it.
I went to Chicago this past Friday to catch another Empires show, which was
a lot of fun. I will say that I've never seen a crowd quite like that. I'd
rant that it's no more acceptable to sexually harrassment male performers on
stage than female performers, but I'm pretty sure you can fill in the
blanks. Also inappropriate was the one-man mosh pit next to me (but I think
he wasn't even trying to mosh, I think he was just too drunk to jump
straight). The crowd was possibly one of the most enthusiastic I've seen for
Empires, but this is not to say I wasn't also a bit ashamed to be in the
middle of it.
In a continued effort to work on it all, I went with Trev to Ohio to meet
some of his friends from WoW. They were all really nice folks and Molly had
a blast playing with their kids. Was nice to get out of town and look at
someone else's house. Had I stayed home, i'd have just done laundry and
watched Yo Gabba Gabba all day anyway.
And here we are. I kind of want to get my creative juices flowing, but most
of all, I want to sing.
Also weep-worthy: We had a gift card for Texas Roadhouse, so we went there for lunch. Have I mentioned to anyone the reasons that I do not care for that place? For one, Texas Roadhouse. (No offense, intended
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txtequilanights.) For two, they're always blaring country music. I despise country music, all of it. I do not hum along, I do not tap my toes, I just wish that for the hour that I am there, that I could be deaf and mute. Along the same lines, Texas Roadhouse likes to celebrate its customers birthdays by making them sit in a saddle while everyone in the restaurant screams YEEHAW at them. This does not amuse me. Their food is good, I will say. And, they had themed dress for all the wait staff, the theme being the 80s. There were a lot of headbands, over-the-shoulder, wide-neck sweatshirts, hot pink leggings and leg warmers. And finally, I am fat as hell and I can't take it anymore. I'm living on Enviga, South Beach Bars and salad for the next millenium. But tonight I will party with Jess and the crew and we will have drinks and play pool. Hey, believe this? Trev is going, too.
me: molly, what do you want to be when you grow up?
molly: a star!
me: yeah?
molly: yeah!
dad: yaay!
molly: *sings* twinkle, twinkle little star...
or maybe everyone knows but no one is saying?
wondering which it is might also qualify.
born naked, die naked. it seems reasonable.
you fail.
p.s. thanks for not taking my cds, my car manual/registration/insurance info, or for breaking anything. I can deal with the mess for not locking my door.
DIAF.
So, the hospital let 60 people go, but they put Starbucks in the cafeteria and Seattle's Best in the cafe!
SWEET.
Coble: dude so
Coble: i have a meebo widget on my lj profile page right
Coble: so someone can chat with me
Coble: someone has had my page open for like a day and a half
Coble: beause they appear on my buddy list
chelle: who is it?
Coble: i have no idea
Coble: they never changed the name from meeboguest
chelle: haha
chelle: you have a stalker, awww
Coble: ITS ABOUT FUCKING TIME DUDE
Coble: JESUS
If its one of you on my flist, don't crush my dreams, please.
"no I'm not!"
"yes, you are!"
"no! I'm molly. I'm very small."
I kinda wanna go camping soon. Anyone wanna go? I don't camp without running water.
I'm still getting caught up at work after my mini vaca and tragic computer incident. Forgive me while I ramble.
We totally love our Wii. My Mario Kart skills leave a lot to be desired but I still play with enthusiasm! I want a keyboard though, and tubes of the internet say that not only would a wireless USB keyboard not work, a regular one doesn't either. Seriously tho, how annoying is trying to use that on-screen keyboard with the remote? It kinda makes me wanna saw my hand off to stop that thing from vibrating. Surfing the internets via Wii is fantastic, though, if for no other reason than how fucking good it looks on our HDTV. And ooh, high quality Youtube videos ftmfw. Hell, I could totally sit on my ass all day surfing Youtube with my Wii, except it runs out of memory too quickly. Does anyone know, would a phat SD card alleviate that any, or is that just for pictures and stuff?
Metallica, the next Guitar Hero? Ugh. No thank you.
Gas prices can suck a fuck, I'm not even kidding. I'd say I want a battery powered car - except I also like it when my cars go fast. Screw battery powered cars, man, I want a teleporter. I think I've mentioned this before - I'd be totally willing to invest in someone who had a reputable research project going on to develop this. Except, I'm broke. As such, I want to be in Chicago for this:
but I can't, as I was just in Chicago. Oh right, and you should download their album for free if you haven't already. Cos, hey, its free music, right? Why not. I also happen to think it's pretty fuckin' good.
Flist, why so quiet, hmm? My chat windows are dead (quit it) and I'm still not getting any work done. wtf.
Right, then. Well, today our hospital system announced that we were effectively closing one of our hospitals and eliminating some 60 positions, across all levels of management. My coworkers and I have been the communication team for this, putting together all the publications, stuffing the severance packets and developing the communication plan and all the PR moves, etc.
Here's the thing, though. Every place I've worked, I've gone through this. Sometimes I've come closer to the hatchet than others, but thankfully I've always missed it. Trev's last 3 positions have all been victims of it. (Why they never eliminate me, I always wonder. I can only figure that I'm better at bs than anyone else.)
It's always a strange thing, though. There's a couple of administrators in our hall who lost their jobs, and they let them go immediately (like, before I got here this morning which was at 8:45am, as usual - again, WHY do I still have a job?). They've each got an office with a window.
I might be a bitch for asking if I could have one of their offices. I'm okay with that.
I didn't get an answer, by the way.
I expected it would take a least a day of awkward silences, of a little discomfort before we'd all start warming up to one another. I anticipated drama - ask reality TV: stick any 8 girls in close quarters, and there will be. I tried to prepare myself for the worst, hoping desperately for the best.
What happened was not anything I could have even dreamed. I felt like we all instantly clicked, like we'd all met before and were simply reuniting. In fact, our group grew as the weekend went on, adding people who felt as if they'd been there all along, some of us had never met others even online, and they were immediately accepted as part of the cabal. The amount of truly genuine physical affection - the cuddling on the sofa, the hand holding, having the simple comfort enough to walk up and put your arm around someone came so naturally, and it left a hole in my heart when it was gone.
( for all those girls. it's taken me a week to write because of the PAIN. )
The outpouring of love I felt from these girls and also unexpectedly, the personal ACCEPTANCE I felt is something that will stay with me a long time. I hope we find a way to do it again or even regularly, I know how much we all looked forward to this one and we girls need happy bonding stuff like this in our lives.
I miss all of your faces, all of your voices. Sitting in Chelle's living room without all of your chatter could easily bring me to tears the next time I go, I'm not going to lie.
Unrelated: Seriously, we heard the Saturday HCT date had a mosh pit for Medicine Man? What the actual fuck? All I can figure is someone let the middle schoolers out of the house without snack time and they JUST WENT CRAZY. Just more evidence that kids NEED structure.
wickerrr off at the bus station thismorning (*sadface*) and went to work.
I left my keys in Chicago with
violentfires, so I had to be letin my office. As I was let in, I found my computer screaming at me with a
blue screen of death, ultimately telling me that my hard drive has failed.
EPIC FAIL, PC.
Why did I ever give up my mac?
Anyways, so I'll probably be a bit MIA (still) until this is resolved. Man,
I was really looking to finally having a little time to catch up and post
about my weekend.
Love,
Me
PS. You're actually a lot smaller than I thought. No offense.
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2. "fucking construction on 94" is not a phrase isolated to 94 in Chicago
3. Read the directions home, even if you think you know
4. People think I'm smart (deluded sons of bitches)
5. Paw Paw, despite sounding like a tiny Indian tee-pee village, is actually not
6. I've missed road trips more than I ever thought
ETA: 7. Every time the sign says '94 to Chicago' as I head home, and I am not actually going to Chicago, it breaks my heart a little.
- Location:94 to 31 to my house
- Music:Counting Crows, the whole catalogue
( behind the cut: a day in the life of a suburban mom. mostly for my own benefit, a simple record of the day. )This is one of the good days. One of the best. One of the days I am so glad to be Molly's Mom (and one of the days I don't actually feel like I'm doing too bad at it, either).
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