Tightrope January 21, 2005 ~ 4:13 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedYou know, it’s a weird tightrope we walk when we get involved with someone. On the one hand, there’s this sense of relief that you’ve got someone and you can “settle down” (whatever that means), but on the other, you’re never really secure because you’ve always got someone’s feelings to think about. You’ve literally got someone’s heart in your hand, and you have to be careful with it. And if the person who was holding that heart before you wasn’t as careful with it as they should have been, it raises the tightrope another 20 feet. And sometimes takes away the safety net. Is it any wonder that some of us are afraid of heights?
There’s another tightrope when your significant other has kids from a previous relationship. On the one side, you get to hang out with the kids and get to play at being parent or whatever. You get to give them back when they get out of control or you’re tired or whatever. But you don’t really have the right to tell your significant other “Well, this is what I think you should do with them,” because you’re not actually the parent. You don’t get to make decisions.
The whole thing is just a giant pain in the ass sometimes. But you wouldn’t give it up for anything.
mini-post January 21, 2005 ~ 1:15 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedAfter not posting for two days, the thoughts are coming fast and furious. I may do a series of mini-posts today. Keep checking back. Boys may want to skip this post, tho.
The last time I told you all about how my period was fucked up because I did something that physicians tell you you can do, Richard Lee (he doesn’t believe me) and skipped the placebo week of my Pill, I got a call from my mother.
Mom: I raised you better than to talk about your period in public.
Julie: Mom, it’s a blog. They don’t know me. They don’t care. And if they did know me, I would still tell them about how my period is fucked up because no-one-on-earth-should-have-a-period-that-lasts-eleven-days-and-I-have -to-talk-about-it.
Mom agreed that I probably would, because I have no shame. And because I have no shame, I will tell you that I have reached the point in the Pill cycle where I’m supposed to have my period and boy am I having a period. I haven’t had cramps like this in years. Since before I started the Pill, actually. And the bleeding. I think this explains why I’ve been tired lately. I’m bleeding to death, and it’s tiring to bleed to death.
You know, this sounded a lot funnier when I was thinking it in my head. And yes, Mom, I’ll be expecting your call.
Friday Julie January 21, 2005 ~ 10:15 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedWell, it’s been a confusing, crowded, and crazy couple of days (so sue me, I like alliteration). I’m not going to go into details, but I’m working to mend a bridge I’d thought was burnt, and all seems to be going well. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
It’s 9 fucking degrees out. Oh, wait, now it’s 10. We’ve hit double digits. But 10 degrees is still fucking cold. We’ve got heat back in my office, and The Draft isn’t bad right now, but they will still have to pry my Steelers hoodie off of my cold, lifeless body to get me to stop wearing it today. I’m blaming it on casual Friday and the fact that my big boss isn’t here.
See the stuff you just read? I wrote that a half hour ago. In between that time and this, I’ve talked to Rick, talked to my boss, chased some documentation down, and worked on three degree audits. And lost my train of thought. Where the hell was I going with this?
Oh, I remember, an “I did this, I did that” post.
I wrote my first grant application this week. Or at least I answered a lot of stupid questions to apply for a grant. My big boss wants us all to go to a conference of Registrars that’s being held in Manhattan in March, but we need funding to go to it (because I’m not a minority, my registration fee is $495. I beg to differ with them. How many natural redheads do you see? I am a minority, baby). I was the only one in my office with enough skillz to just copy what was on the Conference website onto the grant application. I polished it up a little to fit my needs, but it’s basically what was on the website. Glad to know those college writing skillz I picked up are still usable. And is now being used by the five of us applying for grants in this office. Right now, I am the Office Hero, bay-bee.
I did laundry last night. I did not wash any handheld electronics. It was a good night. But I seriously need to buy new underwear. I hate having to do laundry every week. So overrated.
Yesterday was Mr. Bush’s inauguration, or as some buttons I like are calling it, the beginning of “Four Moron Years.” I spent Not One Damn Dime in protest. It probably wasn’t even registered by the fat cats, but it made me feel a little better. So did ignoring the news all day. In fact, last night to go in completely the opposite direction of the news, I watched Bring It On and The Apprentice. I could feel brain cells being lost. And hey, have you heard that The Donald wants to bring The Apprentice to Broadway as a musical? How the hell is that going to work? Is someone different going to get fired at every performance? Multiple endings, kind of like The Mystery of Edwin Drood? Wait, that could be good. If he actually uses that idea, you know he stole it from me.
And last but not least, my mom sent me a Ben Roethlisberger jersey that got here today. I’m wearing it tomorrow - I have to wear the Bettis jersey on Sunday for the game, because I’m superstitious like that. Thanks, Mom!
