Creeping up...

For a while, I barely thought about it at all, but now, a month early, I find myself thinking over and over again of March 19th. I'm scared of how I'll feel that day. I took off work... I don't necessarily think I'm going to be that bad, but... I don't want to spend the day remembering, AND getting screamed at by customers.

Truth be told, I can't even believe it's already been almost a year... it flew by. I learned a lot about who I am, and about my marriage. I learned a LOT about how Will and I both handled a major loss (and it was shocking, how differently we do). I learned that patience is the only thing that truly helps one through. It's ok to lose your mind sometimes, your family and friends, the real ones, will stick it out with you. No matter how much you shut them off. I learned all about that this year, as I lost friends who decided that my lack of attention to them had everything to do with them, and nothing to do with losing my child. I'm learning that life isn't always perfect, but there are good things to be had in every situation.

And I learned that when Will and I make babies, they have his chin, and my nose.

Hopefully someday I'll be able to see if they'll have my hair too. ;)

R.I.P. Patrick. Thank you for making me a mom.

Frustration... I know it well...

Got paid about 36 hours ago. It's gone. Buh bye. How depressing.

Ah well.

Drinks, anyone?

People are so rude...

As a back story, we live in an apartment, over a shop, on Main Street. As a result, our parking is behind the building, in a shared lot. However, our spots are clearly marked as being for our residents only.

Will and I went for a quick drive so I could give my opinion on what is going on with the car, (a whole separate post,) but as we pull back into the lot, a truck takes the last spot for our apartments. (We get a lot of overflow from the restaurant next door.) Will rolls the window down and I pull up next to him and asks, "Do you live in these apartments?", points to the sign, and says, "Because these spots are clearly marked for those apartments only." The guy says "No", smirks, and starts to walk away. So Will says, "Fine, babe, call the tow company", loud enough for him to hear. The guy turns around and starts getting shitty with Will!

Um, hello, if you can't read the sign you just PARKED IN FRONT OF, you shouldn't be driving. AND, when I come to your neighborhood, I don't park in your driveway, I use the public parking, AKA the ROAD, to park.

The guy's wife convinced him to move his truck. LOL.

But I seriously thought the guy was going to get physical with Will. What a jackass.

Sometimes....

...extreme quiet helps clear the brain.

Thank god.

I continually have to wonder about people - about how they suddenly get it in their heads that something is their property, theirs to decide what should be done with it. When in actuality, it has nothing to do with them. Almost an hour this morning, wasted, because someone is on a power trip.

Can anyone teach me how to boobytrap something with retractable spikes?

In other news, life is boring, as usual, so there's nothing new to report. Other than I am still laughing at Friday night's happenings. Slowly, more details are being uncovered - and I'm learning lessons - like how, according to Pitbull, there can only be one bass guitar player in all of Lake County. ;) I wonder how Jessica's hand is doing after smashing up the Denny's bathroom.... such a rockstar. Thankfully, I was only an observer in all the excitement. I, for once, stayed clear of the drama.

I had to delete someone from my Facebook this weekend, who was leaving just plain inappropriate comments on my pictures. I'm not sure what her motives were, though I have my suspicions, but regardless, I have family on there that just don't need to see things like that. It makes me wonder how someone can think that's ok.

Hell, it makes me wonder how I thought it was ok to friend someone who I KNOW is that immature. Ah well. Lesson learned.

And, with that being said, I realize just how boring my life is. LOL.

And I should probably be working, instead of blogging. ;)