Hmmm, well folks I may have to call this quits for a while. Really all it does anymore is depress me, it represents that faint, clinging hope that I can possess a constant understanding of what's happening in the world, which is the way wrong way to handle it. Listen, I'm lonely, depressed, scared as hell, stressed out, and irritated. In short, this isn't helping the way it was supposed to, and when a tool doesn't work, stop using it. You all know how to get in touch with me if you need to, and that's recently been the only time I've come into contact with anyone. I could quite easily kid myself and say I'm going to go out and meet some people, have a good time, and all will be well, but we all know how much crap that is since I seem to lack the cojones to actually follow through with it. Right now only two people talk to me on a semi-regular basis, and I don't like that. I understand that everything is within my power to fix and take control. So, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make this my final post, I'm going to take a deep breath, and I'm going to either put my fist through the wall in frustration or relax and try harder.
Arrivaderci
Maybe I should update hehe.
Well, we're packing for Elma. This job is starting to take its toll on my body, and I'm going to need to find a job with better pay soon, but I'll stick with this until something comes along. My nanna definitely has lung cancer, so they're looking at their options and running tests. We should know if she's a candidate for surgery some time this week, or if their only option is chemo. If it's just chemo, my nanna may say fuck it and let the cancer run its course.
I hate moving, all this packing is a nightmare.
OK, OK people, stop bugging me about it. So I want to date her. Is that a big deal? Oi! Ya'll need some better gossip (you know who you are). Even so, distance issues need to be worked out, and we need to talk it out in person. That gets complicated. I won't say what has been said, but I do have an interest. Neither one of us has had an exemplary success at relationships, and frankly I'm a little lost as to how to approach this. Eh well. We'll figure it out. I haven't even asked her out yet, I've just brought up the concept a couple of times.
Wait, why am I telling all ya'll this? Oh bugger. Y'know, this is why I didn't like making that damn promise to not erase any of what I typed. I'll get you for that, Aimee >.< Bugger future sister-in-laws always tricking me into making promises.........
BTW, the writing under her picture says "I know she's going to kill me for this, but --- ISN'T SHE CUUUUTE?!??!"
I didn't realise you couldn't read it when it's so small until after I put it up. Toodles.
So, I have some updates. The big one is that my nanna might have lung cancer. Scratch might, her docs said more than likely, as in they don't know what else it could be. My nanna is 79 years old, so it's not likely that she's going to try chemo. So, the way this will work out if she does have cancer is my mom will quit her job and stay in Spokane with my nanna for a while. My dad will sell the Everett house, and he and I will move down to Elma. We'll stay in the main house until we have the apartment built, then we'll move in there and work on the house after work and on weekends. Now, since my dad and I are going to be living there, chances are the internet will go up pretty damn fast, so I shouldn't be offline for more than a month. I'm not sure when I'll be on when that happens, though. Basically my dad and I are going to take the two hour commute to work in the morning, commute back, do some minor house repairs, then sleep. On weekends we do the major stuff.
Well, in any case, I just wanted to let everyone know what was going on. Toodles.
Woke up at 4, left at 530, got there around 6. Dad showed me around the job, got me familiar with the layout, then told me what he wanted me to do first. Work started at 7, and I started digging. I dug about two feet down, foot and a half out, for what must have been a fifteen foot length, digging mud and clay from last weeks rain. That actually took me most of the day, up until around noon (I got a break at 10, and discovered the wonders of water). My dad then decided that with all of the pre-piled dirt getting in my way (there was a solid wall of dirt halfway over one of the pipes, and I had to be able to dig deep enough to get under them with the shovel), they were going to bring in a couple of diggers to dress out the right side, then run a machine over it. So from noon-thirty to about 230 I worked trash, cleaning up around the site and along the street. Then, once I'd gotten things pretty clean, back to digging. I had to dress out the left side again, get all of the crap the second diggers threw into my pretty ditch, and open up some cement windows that were holding the pipes aligned so the electrician could get to them tomorrow. I knocked off at 3:07, and went home at 3:23. I get to wake up tomorrow at 4AM, get to work around 6, and work with an electric hammer for a while, then do some inventory counts for my dad. After that, haven't a clue, so I'm kinda hoping that lasts the day, lest my dad decide I'm awake enough to start shovelling again lol. Thankfully I get wednesday off, so I can sleep in. As for right now... I'm going to learn how to resurrect myself.
