1. I'm busy. I know that's a lame excuse, but it really is the truth. It turns out it doesn't make a difference whether the kids are in school or not, I'm still busy doing things with and for them.
2. Facebook. Ugh, I wonder how many blogs this social network has ruined. It's sooooo much easier to just write a little condensed version of what you were going to say anyway and get it out to practically the same people. Seriously, if I were Blogger, I'd be looking to buy out Facebook and the likes.
3. Brianna. Oh. My. Goodness. My daughter has me living through things that I am absolutely not ready for. I can tell you that this definitely requires its own post, but to summarize . . . there is a boy that likes her, she likes him back, it is to the point that his parents have called and come over and the boy gave her a pair of earrings. They're 10 years old. Ten, not 17.
4. My kids have taken over the computer. Whether they're on Webkinz or Club Penguin, they're almost always on. It doesn't even help that we have a notebook, because Rodrigo is always with his iPhone app project things that are running or something when he's not home.
-sigh- How many more days until the kids go back to school? Oh, that's right, they've only been out a little over a week. Then again, when they go back, they'll both be in full day classes. What will I do then?
feeling: ohmygoodnessitissohothere
listening to: Jonas Brothers (Paranoid) <-- something about this song reminds me of Blur's Girls & Boys
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Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
do i look?
I have a two story house. My loft is on the second floor. This is where we have our desk, computer, bookcase and a loveseat. This is where I am now. I'm in here often. To the left of me is a window. In the morning, I open the blinds and the window. If I look out, I can see into my neighbors' yards. It's not that I stand there and look out . . . but. I have a neighbor lady that hangs out in her backyard to smoke and talk on the phone. She pretty much does that every day. The times that I'm at the computer and she's on the phone usually coincide. I think nothing of it. Now she's doing this topless. That's right, topless. I was opening the blinds and you know when you kind of get a glimpse of something then realize what you saw and do a double-take. That was me. I feel like an idiot because I think she saw me. She had to have seen the blinds open at the very least. Now, I'm not a smoker, but is that something that should be done topless? She's not a young lady, either, so I wonder why she cares so much about having a nice tan. Or why she's outside topless in the first place. Now, I know I should just shrug this off, but I kept thinking about it and it started bothering me. Part of what was bothering me was the fact that it was bothering me. My mind starts going off.
-What if she needs some sort of phototherapy and has to be out there?
-But what if Alec was up here, why should my child be exposed to her naked chest?
-She's in the privacy of her own home and probably expects privacy.
-Wait, she's not inside.
-She's still on her property, though.
-But she knows she can be seen from my house as well as another two-story neighbor.
-WTF? That other house has a boy Brianna's age. Inappropriate.
-Maybe she wants attention. She knows men live in these houses too.
I don't know. I feel like I'm being mega unsophisticated. Then again, we live in the middle of the freaking desert not on some European beach. -sigh- But, really, there's nothing to do. If she wants to be out there like that, she will be. It's up to the rest of the us to not look and/or shield or children if we want to. All I can do is completely forget what I was going to blog about and write about her instead. -insert evil grin and a cackle here-
feeling: missing Rodrigo (he's in the northeast again for business)
listening to: Muse (Starlight)
-What if she needs some sort of phototherapy and has to be out there?
-But what if Alec was up here, why should my child be exposed to her naked chest?
-She's in the privacy of her own home and probably expects privacy.
-Wait, she's not inside.
-She's still on her property, though.
-But she knows she can be seen from my house as well as another two-story neighbor.
-WTF? That other house has a boy Brianna's age. Inappropriate.
-Maybe she wants attention. She knows men live in these houses too.
I don't know. I feel like I'm being mega unsophisticated. Then again, we live in the middle of the freaking desert not on some European beach. -sigh- But, really, there's nothing to do. If she wants to be out there like that, she will be. It's up to the rest of the us to not look and/or shield or children if we want to. All I can do is completely forget what I was going to blog about and write about her instead. -insert evil grin and a cackle here-
feeling: missing Rodrigo (he's in the northeast again for business)
listening to: Muse (Starlight)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
drunk yvett
I got drunk last night. I'm not bragging like some kids who thinks it's cool to drink. Quite the opposite, actually. I think it's pretty sad. We were watching Top Chef and as part of their challenge they had to make a cocktail. I thought they looked soooooo good that I really wanted one. Now, we have wine in the house but I have to admit it's mostly used for marinating. We have an occasional glass once in a while. We also have a hutch with liquor bottles, but those are mostly for display. For some reason, people would give my grandpa bottles for Christmas and he just collected them. He's since passed away and my grandma saved them for years. When we got this house, she decided to give us that awesome antique hutch and gave all the bottles to Rodrigo as a gift.
So anyway, back to my story, I decided to make cocktails for us. We had some unopened vodka in the freezer and some cranberry juice. That's what I made. Only I think that the fact that I added too much vodka and the fact that I have zero tolerance now made a bad combination. My chest felt all warm and my face felt hot. I started speaking gibberish about how I now understood why St. Bernards carry alcohol around in that little barrel of theirs. Or whatever it is. Rodrigo was just laughing at me. We came upstairs and I started trying to change my blog banner. That didn't really work. When I went to bed the pattern on my pillowcase was moving. I couldn't focus.
Isn't that just pathetic. I mean ONE cocktail. Sad. Really, really sad.
feeling: I lost my cool
listening to: The Ting Tings (That's Not My Name)
So anyway, back to my story, I decided to make cocktails for us. We had some unopened vodka in the freezer and some cranberry juice. That's what I made. Only I think that the fact that I added too much vodka and the fact that I have zero tolerance now made a bad combination. My chest felt all warm and my face felt hot. I started speaking gibberish about how I now understood why St. Bernards carry alcohol around in that little barrel of theirs. Or whatever it is. Rodrigo was just laughing at me. We came upstairs and I started trying to change my blog banner. That didn't really work. When I went to bed the pattern on my pillowcase was moving. I couldn't focus.
Isn't that just pathetic. I mean ONE cocktail. Sad. Really, really sad.
feeling: I lost my cool
listening to: The Ting Tings (That's Not My Name)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
. . and then she scared me at the store.
A lady I know always talks to me as if we were in the middle of a conversation. I love it! Of course, I love it mainly because it amuses me. We know each other casually; not enough to call each other up. I wish we would, though. I'd love to pick up the phone and have her talk to me like she does.
So, the kids and I are the grocery store picking out produce. She was there but I hadn't seen her. Then she came up behind me and said something like "well I had to come back because I was here earlier and didn't buy what I came for". I laughed and said I hated when that happened to me. The thing is that I laughed because she startled me and started off as though we'd already greeted each other. My theory is that she does this because she's always in a hurry. By the time I answered, she was already walking away. I figure she doesn't have the time to properly begin or end conversations.
At home I told Rodrigo about it and he said I do that too. I suppose I do, but only with him. Even then if I start talking about something it's about something that we had already started talking about. Even if it was days earlier. (Hence his usual question, "you're still with that?) Anyway, I'll tell you stuff that's happened here in the last few days already begun.
- but he said he didn't like snakes anymore and we had to do another project.
- they were cheaper because I can fit into children's size shoes.
- and that's why I only have 7 hours left to record on DVR.
- she pretty much made me explain why I wear the clothes I wear if I don't work.
- because he says he wants his hair as long as Joe Jonas.
- so I guess I'll find out what new phone I'll have once I get it in the mail.
- that's why I think the dog is obsessed with him.
feeling: hungry . . what time is it, anyway?
listening to: Zoot Sims Quartet (Blinuet) <-- I call this "Badger's song"
So, the kids and I are the grocery store picking out produce. She was there but I hadn't seen her. Then she came up behind me and said something like "well I had to come back because I was here earlier and didn't buy what I came for". I laughed and said I hated when that happened to me. The thing is that I laughed because she startled me and started off as though we'd already greeted each other. My theory is that she does this because she's always in a hurry. By the time I answered, she was already walking away. I figure she doesn't have the time to properly begin or end conversations.
At home I told Rodrigo about it and he said I do that too. I suppose I do, but only with him. Even then if I start talking about something it's about something that we had already started talking about. Even if it was days earlier. (Hence his usual question, "you're still with that?) Anyway, I'll tell you stuff that's happened here in the last few days already begun.
- but he said he didn't like snakes anymore and we had to do another project.
- they were cheaper because I can fit into children's size shoes.
- and that's why I only have 7 hours left to record on DVR.
- she pretty much made me explain why I wear the clothes I wear if I don't work.
- because he says he wants his hair as long as Joe Jonas.
- so I guess I'll find out what new phone I'll have once I get it in the mail.
- that's why I think the dog is obsessed with him.
feeling: hungry . . what time is it, anyway?
listening to: Zoot Sims Quartet (Blinuet) <-- I call this "Badger's song"
Monday, December 08, 2008
yvett the blog slacker
Yes, I've been a total blog slacker. I haven't updated nor even checked in on other blog pages. (Well, other than ljc for gift ideas.) I'm in kind of an ornery mood right now which might not be the best time to be posting, but here it is anyway. I give you a list of things that are bothering me right now. . . . .
- Alec's toe. WTF? Even with reinforced toes in his socks, he somehow manages to make a hole in one of them. His big toe is always sticking out. Does my son have freakishly pointy toes or what?
- That the new Harry Potter movie isn't out yet. Yes, I get mad when I think that I could have already seen it.
- People who are still parading around wearing shorts. I get it; we live in Arizona and it's warm here. Only it's not that warm. Unless you're here visiting from like Wisconsin or something, stop it. Please.
- Brianna's little Santa scheme: She and her little friends have decided to test the whole Santa theory. They've decided to not tell any of their parents what they want for Christmas. If Santa is real, then he'll know without the parents having to know. Great. She won't budge either. I'm this close to just telling her the truth and saying "there now, so now what do you want?"
Hmm. . . I knew there were more things only I can't remember anymore. I'm not as ornery as I was. I made myself laugh by talking like snagglepuss . . . . I'm immature even . . . . exit stage left.
feeling: in a better mood
listening to: Rivers Cuomo (I Was Scared)
- Alec's toe. WTF? Even with reinforced toes in his socks, he somehow manages to make a hole in one of them. His big toe is always sticking out. Does my son have freakishly pointy toes or what?
- That the new Harry Potter movie isn't out yet. Yes, I get mad when I think that I could have already seen it.
- People who are still parading around wearing shorts. I get it; we live in Arizona and it's warm here. Only it's not that warm. Unless you're here visiting from like Wisconsin or something, stop it. Please.
- Brianna's little Santa scheme: She and her little friends have decided to test the whole Santa theory. They've decided to not tell any of their parents what they want for Christmas. If Santa is real, then he'll know without the parents having to know. Great. She won't budge either. I'm this close to just telling her the truth and saying "there now, so now what do you want?"
Hmm. . . I knew there were more things only I can't remember anymore. I'm not as ornery as I was. I made myself laugh by talking like snagglepuss . . . . I'm immature even . . . . exit stage left.
feeling: in a better mood
listening to: Rivers Cuomo (I Was Scared)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
election exhaustion
For someone that loves politics as much as I do, it pains me to make this confession. I'm tired of this election now. I'm seriously worn out, emotionally drained and just overall exhausted. Physically and mentally. I'm physically exhausted because I'm staying up late to watch all the news shows. Then mornings like today, Rodrigo calls me with breaking news. He apologizes since he is on east coast time, but says he thought I'd like to know the news. I do want to know. Are you kidding, I have shows like Meet the Press set up on the DVR (shut up, don't laugh).
I'm just wishing we could have the election already. I want to know if I'm going to be cheering in the streets or asking for a transfer to Europe. I'm tired of hearing a new "WTF? Are they kidding?" story each day. National and local elections are at this point right now. I'm tired of being at a store and overhearing people say the most racist, uninformed comments and having other people agree with them. I hate having to hold back because I have my kids and they don't want to see mommy call that nice old lady mean names. -sigh- I just want this over with already. Who knows what I'll be watching afterwards, but at least I'll be sleeping better. . . . . or will I?
I'm just wishing we could have the election already. I want to know if I'm going to be cheering in the streets or asking for a transfer to Europe. I'm tired of hearing a new "WTF? Are they kidding?" story each day. National and local elections are at this point right now. I'm tired of being at a store and overhearing people say the most racist, uninformed comments and having other people agree with them. I hate having to hold back because I have my kids and they don't want to see mommy call that nice old lady mean names. -sigh- I just want this over with already. Who knows what I'll be watching afterwards, but at least I'll be sleeping better. . . . . or will I?
Friday, September 26, 2008
what is the deal with . . . . . ?
Let me put on a skinny tie, wear a suit jacket with the sleeves rolled up, make my best 80's comedian voice and ask you "What is the deal with . . . . . . . . .
- kids and cereal boxes? Why must they have the box right in front of them when they eat cereal? It's the only food they do that with. Yeah, I used to do it too, but why? Are those the only entertaining packages? Hmm . . . a lot trader joe products have pretty funny packages, so why not those?
- hair salons and their have-to-be-witty names? Why do salon owners feel they have to name their salon something like The Mane Idea or Hair we Are or Live and Let Dye? Why? I don't even know if these are real places, but you get the idea right? What would you name your salon?
- the phrase "at the end of the day". I know I've written about this before, but this phrase really irks me. Not if you say something like, "I go home at the end of the day", but when it's used to mean something like when all is said and done. EVERYONE uses it. ARGH! I think one day I'll count how many times I hear it. I'm going to watch a news channel and take a shot whenever anyone says it. ;P
- living close to a foreign country giving you foreign policy experience? In that case, since I was born and raised on the U.S./Mexico border, I'm a foreign policy EXPERT! I could see Mexico while driving every day.
- this apartment? Ewwww. . . . .
feeling: ready for 2 digit temperatures, even if it's in the 90's . . . the low 90's
listening to: that Kings of Leon song. It reminds me of Dancing in the Dark
- kids and cereal boxes? Why must they have the box right in front of them when they eat cereal? It's the only food they do that with. Yeah, I used to do it too, but why? Are those the only entertaining packages? Hmm . . . a lot trader joe products have pretty funny packages, so why not those?
- hair salons and their have-to-be-witty names? Why do salon owners feel they have to name their salon something like The Mane Idea or Hair we Are or Live and Let Dye? Why? I don't even know if these are real places, but you get the idea right? What would you name your salon?
- the phrase "at the end of the day". I know I've written about this before, but this phrase really irks me. Not if you say something like, "I go home at the end of the day", but when it's used to mean something like when all is said and done. EVERYONE uses it. ARGH! I think one day I'll count how many times I hear it. I'm going to watch a news channel and take a shot whenever anyone says it. ;P
- living close to a foreign country giving you foreign policy experience? In that case, since I was born and raised on the U.S./Mexico border, I'm a foreign policy EXPERT! I could see Mexico while driving every day.
- this apartment? Ewwww. . . . .
feeling: ready for 2 digit temperatures, even if it's in the 90's . . . the low 90's
listening to: that Kings of Leon song. It reminds me of Dancing in the Dark
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
shower envy
Things you must know before I go on a rant . . .
1. I have a friend that is pregnant. (Well, I have a few, but this one is the one I'm posting about).
2. Another friend of ours offered months ago to host the shower.
3. Shower throwing friend hadn't mentioned anything else about the shower which is supposed to be coming up soon.
4. Another friend got concerned and wondered if there was going to be any shower at all.
5. We met at my house to offer help with the shower and see what the deal was.
6. They decided that we would each be in charge of something for said shower and divided up the responsibilities.
7. I hate it.
Why? Why? They hate me, really. All I want is to throw a nice, pretty, MATCHING shower. I want a theme. Is that really too much to ask for? For now, it seems the theme is "stuff". There's sooooo many different things going on. The nursery is going to be pink, green, and dots and each color. I figured we could make everything those colors. That's not complicated, right? They don't want to give out invitations or favors because "it's only going to be a few of us". I'm serious! I thought I was going to faint when I heard that. I insisted on invitations and now I'm also doing the favors since I'm the only one that wants to give them out. -sigh-
Here's my question and please tell me what you would do . . . do I just go along with it and be unhappy with the non-theme, do my part as pretty as I can and shut up or do I say something, pretty much tell everyone that I'll be in charge of everything and end up going over board and possibly stressed out to put everything together in a couple of weeks?
Here's what I'm wishing . . . .
1. I have them over again, go onto Jenn's page and Nanette's page and show them how a shower should look like.
2. That I would have mentioned it first and just made the shower myself.
3. That my friends don't find my blog. Heh, heh.
feeling: frustrated
listening to: The Airborne Toxic Event (Sometime Around Midnight)
1. I have a friend that is pregnant. (Well, I have a few, but this one is the one I'm posting about).
2. Another friend of ours offered months ago to host the shower.
3. Shower throwing friend hadn't mentioned anything else about the shower which is supposed to be coming up soon.
4. Another friend got concerned and wondered if there was going to be any shower at all.
5. We met at my house to offer help with the shower and see what the deal was.
6. They decided that we would each be in charge of something for said shower and divided up the responsibilities.
7. I hate it.
Why? Why? They hate me, really. All I want is to throw a nice, pretty, MATCHING shower. I want a theme. Is that really too much to ask for? For now, it seems the theme is "stuff". There's sooooo many different things going on. The nursery is going to be pink, green, and dots and each color. I figured we could make everything those colors. That's not complicated, right? They don't want to give out invitations or favors because "it's only going to be a few of us". I'm serious! I thought I was going to faint when I heard that. I insisted on invitations and now I'm also doing the favors since I'm the only one that wants to give them out. -sigh-
Here's my question and please tell me what you would do . . . do I just go along with it and be unhappy with the non-theme, do my part as pretty as I can and shut up or do I say something, pretty much tell everyone that I'll be in charge of everything and end up going over board and possibly stressed out to put everything together in a couple of weeks?
Here's what I'm wishing . . . .
1. I have them over again, go onto Jenn's page and Nanette's page and show them how a shower should look like.
2. That I would have mentioned it first and just made the shower myself.
3. That my friends don't find my blog. Heh, heh.
feeling: frustrated
listening to: The Airborne Toxic Event (Sometime Around Midnight)
Monday, July 28, 2008
Wishlist
Any given day, these are some of the things I wish for . . . .
- That the combination of something I already eat suddenly creates some amazing fat burning super mix causing me to lose a large amount of weight by doing nothing different.
- That somehow, without playing, I win the lottery no longer having to worry about the mortgage, bills, or anything. The only concern would be where to travel to next.
- That people that cut me off driving or don't stop when I'm crossing a parking lot with my kids get sudden severe cramps or pulled over and put in jail.
- That the teenagers that have been hanging out in the side of my house, yelling and horsing around for hours at a time would somehow be transported into the future, see themselves through adult eyes, realize how annoying and disrespectful they're being and come straight over to apologize to me.
- That my kids would just agree to never fight or pick on each other again. Ever.
- That the guy who rides the motorcycle or four wheeler or whatever it is around here in the middle of the night would fall over wrecking it so that he would never ride it again and feel all sorts of guilt.
- That I'd gone ahead and written a kids book I had in mind, drafts and sketches (27 Cats) before the stupid movie (27 Dresses) came out and totally took my title. Ok, the number in my title. Ugh . . . this one still gets me. I had the whole thing for TWO books in documents and drawings . . . 27 Cats, Meet the Cats and A 27 Cats Halloween.
- That I always knew exactly what to say to someone at the moment and not after I've thought the conversation through. Especially when someone if being rude.
- That the housecleaning fairies would visit my house sometimes while I slept.
- That I could invent something that everyone must have, like those little decorations for Crocs. I used to decorate my jellies with different colored ribbons more than 20 years ago, why didn't I think of this one?!?!
- That I was on Saturday Night Live or some sort of rock star.
- That I could write as well as I wrote during the whole teenage angst years. I read some of my stuff from back then and it's really good. Angst = good writing. Happy life crapy writing. For me, at least. Hmm . . . I guess I could turn to opium or become some sort of alchie.
- That I had my own party planning business where no one would ask for tacky requests.
I think that's it for now. I'm sure there's more, I just can't think of any at the moment.
feeling: my eyes hurt
listening to: NIN (The Perfect Drug)
- That the combination of something I already eat suddenly creates some amazing fat burning super mix causing me to lose a large amount of weight by doing nothing different.
- That somehow, without playing, I win the lottery no longer having to worry about the mortgage, bills, or anything. The only concern would be where to travel to next.
- That people that cut me off driving or don't stop when I'm crossing a parking lot with my kids get sudden severe cramps or pulled over and put in jail.
- That the teenagers that have been hanging out in the side of my house, yelling and horsing around for hours at a time would somehow be transported into the future, see themselves through adult eyes, realize how annoying and disrespectful they're being and come straight over to apologize to me.
- That my kids would just agree to never fight or pick on each other again. Ever.
- That the guy who rides the motorcycle or four wheeler or whatever it is around here in the middle of the night would fall over wrecking it so that he would never ride it again and feel all sorts of guilt.
- That I'd gone ahead and written a kids book I had in mind, drafts and sketches (27 Cats) before the stupid movie (27 Dresses) came out and totally took my title. Ok, the number in my title. Ugh . . . this one still gets me. I had the whole thing for TWO books in documents and drawings . . . 27 Cats, Meet the Cats and A 27 Cats Halloween.
- That I always knew exactly what to say to someone at the moment and not after I've thought the conversation through. Especially when someone if being rude.
- That the housecleaning fairies would visit my house sometimes while I slept.
- That I could invent something that everyone must have, like those little decorations for Crocs. I used to decorate my jellies with different colored ribbons more than 20 years ago, why didn't I think of this one?!?!
- That I was on Saturday Night Live or some sort of rock star.
- That I could write as well as I wrote during the whole teenage angst years. I read some of my stuff from back then and it's really good. Angst = good writing. Happy life crapy writing. For me, at least. Hmm . . . I guess I could turn to opium or become some sort of alchie.
- That I had my own party planning business where no one would ask for tacky requests.
I think that's it for now. I'm sure there's more, I just can't think of any at the moment.
feeling: my eyes hurt
listening to: NIN (The Perfect Drug)
Monday, March 31, 2008
my mexicanity defines me
I was born and raised in the border city of El Paso. If you've been there, you know it sooooooo different than any other place. I think the population is about 90% Hispanic. Seriously, everyone is Mexican, everyone at least understands Spanish and lots of people look just like I look. Once you leave there, it is really different.
I had always been accused of being way too "I love the U.S.A.". I'm proud of that. I figure that if my grandparents moved to this country, it was to improve their life. They worked hard and were proud to become citizens. I have always loved this country for its opportunities and just everything it stands for.
I now tell people that I never realized I was Mexican until I moved here. Sure, there are lots of Mexican people in this city, but it seems to be a certain area that a lot of them live in. The area that I live in is English speaking and the people with Spanish last names pronounce them in English (i.e. Her-nandez with the "H" pronounced).
I'm first generation U.S. born. I hadn't realized how differently I had been raised until now that I'm seeing subtle differences. I first noticed it in the way kids dress at Brianna's school. Her previous school had the most fresa parents and kids. I LOVED it! Here most of the kids wear jeans, mix and match clothes and comb their own hair. I can't imagine letting Brianna comb her own hair yet. It would always be all full of gnarls and not look cute. Most of clothes are outfits, not mix and match.
I noticed another difference this past Saturday. A friend of mine had a party for her son. When it was over, I went over to say bye and had to make a conscious effort to not hug and kiss her. No one greets each other with a hug and a kiss here. That's how I used to greet all my friends.
These are just a couple of things. I'm beginning to feel like the odd one out. At the same time, I'm feeling like I'm being unpatriotic. I considered starting a new blog about this but I'm not sure about that. I need to call my grandma and get a good talking to now.
feeling: torn
listening to: New Order (True Faith)
I had always been accused of being way too "I love the U.S.A.". I'm proud of that. I figure that if my grandparents moved to this country, it was to improve their life. They worked hard and were proud to become citizens. I have always loved this country for its opportunities and just everything it stands for.
I now tell people that I never realized I was Mexican until I moved here. Sure, there are lots of Mexican people in this city, but it seems to be a certain area that a lot of them live in. The area that I live in is English speaking and the people with Spanish last names pronounce them in English (i.e. Her-nandez with the "H" pronounced).
I'm first generation U.S. born. I hadn't realized how differently I had been raised until now that I'm seeing subtle differences. I first noticed it in the way kids dress at Brianna's school. Her previous school had the most fresa parents and kids. I LOVED it! Here most of the kids wear jeans, mix and match clothes and comb their own hair. I can't imagine letting Brianna comb her own hair yet. It would always be all full of gnarls and not look cute. Most of clothes are outfits, not mix and match.
I noticed another difference this past Saturday. A friend of mine had a party for her son. When it was over, I went over to say bye and had to make a conscious effort to not hug and kiss her. No one greets each other with a hug and a kiss here. That's how I used to greet all my friends.
These are just a couple of things. I'm beginning to feel like the odd one out. At the same time, I'm feeling like I'm being unpatriotic. I considered starting a new blog about this but I'm not sure about that. I need to call my grandma and get a good talking to now.
feeling: torn
listening to: New Order (True Faith)
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