your_new_cuckoo: (Default)
I should be in Ft Worth right now. I had planned to leave around 10pm last night so as to avoid the Austin traffic to Dallas. This weekend we play OU at the Cotton Bowl and I think all 50,000 students were on the road. But 10 pm came and I still felt like I had been kicked in the stomach repeatedly. So I miss the Indy race. :(

And I miss my family. I haven't been home since the very end of August for my mom's birthday and my parents' wedding anniversary. Konnor is talking like crazy. The other day I called my brother to find out about the Army physical. He has to go to a specialist about a lump in his leg and then he will take his aptitude test. While he and I were talking, Konnor kept asking for the phone. R got him to say "I love you Aunt Kris" and I just about died. What a sweet baby. That cured the baby aches right there. I guess I just have to hang out with him every now and then to keep the reproductive urge at bay. ;)

Well, even though my defective gallbladder screwed up my recovery week, I still feel like I ended it on a mostly positive note. I missed my appointment with Lynne because a certain chemist kept me up waaaaay past my bedtime, but I called her and she seemed understanding. Of course this is the 3rd time I have missed an appointment with her. And I am sure it has to be getting on her nerves, but she won't say anything because she doesn't want me to feel badly.

I wish I could fall asleep. I am so sore that it hurts to move, breathe, yawn, and pretty much just to exist. And I would kill for a cheeseburger and some fried mushrooms. But I am restricted to bland food. Mmmmm. Oatmeal. :p

On a brighter note, I got a Mink Car in the mail today! My dear joeykins bought it for me. Isn't he just the living end?! The bee's knees, I tell you. Thanks joeykins, I love you!

moving day

Aug. 11th, 2001 02:57 pm
your_new_cuckoo: (Default)
Today was moving day. My mom, dad and younger sister came to Austin to help move my furniture and various odds and ends this morning. They arrived a little before noon and since I have the Rocket Dad, we got started right away.

I took apart my bed and my desk and bookcases on Friday evening, and dismantled another bookcase while they were loading the truck today. With my dad, the move is done as quickly as possible. He wouldn't even stop to breathe or get water unless my mom forcibly sat him down.

He does a lot of things like that. When he would take my brothers shopping for clothes, they would come home with all the wrong sizes, since he didn't make them try anything on. He went in, asked their sizes, grabbed stuff off the rack and paid for it and got home. He was only allowed to take my brothers shopping that one time.

But in the world of packing, his speed is also efficient, so he comes in handy. He has the ability to look at a room full of stuff and know just how it will all fit in the truck. And moving that monstrous couch in and out of the front doors would have been pretty rough if he hadn't been there.

But I wish he wouldn't try to do everything himself. It was really hot outside today and he had a heartattack a few years ago. Not only that, but on the way here my mom said he got very nauseous. I am worried about him, and every time I would ask him how he was he would tell me to quit worrying. But I can't. In fact, I am a little scared that something may happen on the way home. I tried to get him to drink, but it was like pulling teeth.

He knows he has this heart condition, but he refuses to recognize he may have to slow down. All he knows is there is something that needs to be done, and he has to be the one to do it. And in a way he is right. My brothers are not all that dependable. My youngest brother was supposed to help (which is why I didn't hire a moving crew) but at the last minute he decided to try out for Fear Factor. And the other brother had to stay with Konnor, though I guess Jasmine could have taken him. My brothers are willing to help out, and they work hard, but only on their schedule.

I know my fears are probably overblown, but ever since I lost my grandfather, I have been worried that everyone around me will die. Last October (2 months after he died), my parents went on a cruise. I was on edge the whole time. I was sure the ship would sink, or they would get in an accident on the way home. And now I am worried my dad will have a heartattack. Ugh. I told my mom to rein him in, but she says she is doing all she can. He needs to SLOW DOWN. And she needs to kick his ass into gear.

Okay, enough of that. I had a very long phone conversation out of the blue with T last night. Was a good call, but I am not collected enough to talk about it yet. I mentioned it to my parents, but as soon as I did, I wished I hadn't. They worry that I won't ever get back on my feet, so any mention of him is scary to them. I hope that passes. I care for him so much, and I want for them to see how wonderful he is, and how good our relationship was. It is still tender to them, I know, and he "hurt their baby," but their baby is doing better and enjoyed the phone call. I wish they got it. Maybe eventually.

I am exhausted from the move, and my head is still all jumbled. I will update a little later.

Hi Pat!
your_new_cuckoo: (Default)
How did it get to be 3pm? I had intended to go see Monty Python and the Holy Grail and then go gobble chinese food, but there was a leak in my bathroom so I had to wait for maintenance. Now I have to get packed to go to Ft Worth this weekend. I don't waaaannnnna go. The drive will be nice. I love the three hours of time to myself. I just hope there isn't alot of traffic.

I also hope Konnor remembers me! My being gone for such long stretches of time confuses him. My brother (his dad) got a job in Oklahoma. He'll commute on the weekends. Luckily he will be just north of the border, so it isn't such a long trip. But I worry that he won't be around for Konnor enough. He is in a tough spot. He needs to be earning money, and this job pays really well. But he needs to be with his son, but Konnor can't go to OK with him. I worry about them both. But hopefully this job will give him the self-confidence and independence he needs.

Okay. Enough. I am gone for the weekend. Again.
your_new_cuckoo: (Default)
Yikes it is late. I got all caught up in messing with the color schemes and fonts. Ugh. Tonight was going to be an early night.

Tonight I went to dinner with one of the YCTers that I met at the retreat. We had hamburgers, which was good, because I definitely didn't want to have eggs again tonight. We talked for hours! I had forgotten how nice it is to sit and eat and talk with someone. I had a great time.

I have a meteorology test later today. Ugh. I studied yesterday in the library for about 3 hours with someone from class. It should be easy for me, as I had to explain all the material to the guy I was with. I don't think I will study with him anymore. I don't like having to be the tutor.

Why does Richard Gephardt yell so much? He has a mike on the House floor. Does he think yelling makes his incorrect ideas sound smarter?

I am supposed to go home this weekend, but I would rather not. I am moving from this apartment a week from this Saturday, and I could use the time to pack. Furthermore, the family will all be down here helping move me, so it isn't like this weekend is the last time to see me for while. But Sunday is Konnor's birthday and my mom is really anxious for me to come home. Ugh.

I miss them, in theory. Especially Konnor. He is getting so big and is starting to speak in sentences. I just love that little guy. A visit with him will do me good, as I have been having the baby aches lately. Tonight at the restaurant there were several tiny babies and I just wanted to scoop them all up. Sweet smelling cuddly babies that grab onto your fingers and sleep on your chest. But I still don't want to bear children. And any kids I may have through adoption will have the pleasure of a stay at home dad. He can take them to school and clean the house and make dinner while I am off conquering the world.

Hmmm. To sleep or not to sleep. It is 5am and I have to be on the bus in 4 hours. I think if I sleep, I am done for. I will miss class and the test, or I will be late again and I doubt Kimmel will be as gracious the 2nd time in a row.

AAAArgh. I am so tired. And dumb too.


your_new_cuckoo: (Default)

April 2009

5678 91011


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 23rd, 2017 09:55 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios