Birthday @ MindSay 
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Anyway, major moron came in with his family on Friday night and tried to stay past 10pm (when we close). He came in at like, 9:55pm, ordered, THEN sat down and started eating. Seriously. So, I had to ask him to leave (explaining that we get in trouble when customers are in the lobby after hours) and he got all huffy and was like "Well you could've told me before I started eating," and "Well that's why I asked you when I was ordering" (Dumbass, I was in the back cleaning. I didn't even serve you...my sister did. Get your head out of your ass), etc. The second time he said "I'd have thought you'd have told me," was like so annoyed I was like "Well I would have thought you'd have read our hours that are listed on the door!" Moron. Seriously people, it's not that hard.
Saturday I got the weirdest guy when I came onto my shift. He got to talking about age and what not and wanted to know how old I was and how old I thought he was (apparently he's 22 *shrug*) etc. Anyway, when we got down to the register I was like "Do you need any cutlery?" (he'd gotten a wrap and it was uber messy). Cutlery? What's that? Knives, forks, etc. Oh, no I'm good. When you said 'cutlery' all I could think about was what I've got at home *Raises eyebrows and nods head...mmkay...*I collect swords. Oh cool, my brother collects guns. Swords are so much better than guns. Guns are too quick and easy. With swords you can disarm the person then torture them later. Oooh. Yeah. Okay, have a nice day.
Weeeeerrrrrriiiidooooooo. I'm sorry, are your sadist tendencies supposed to be an attraction for me or something? Also, collects swords my ass. I'm sure there's an actual term for swords that has nothing to do with the word "cutlery."
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So, I actually intend to do something for my birthday this year (May 23rd). Yay! I've decided to round up some peeps and go to Cootie B.'s for dinner and then hopefully go see the 2nd Narnia movie with whoever wants to come along after dinner. Here's a list of people who've been invited:
Mama - yes
Laken - yes
Ariel - yes
Paula - yes
Wyatt (& Jesse) - yes
Greg (& Jeff) - yes
Donna & Perry - undecided.
Anyways, it should be pretty fun. I hope Donna and Perry can make it...they're tons of fun. Also, I'm uber glad that Wyatt's coming!
I've been trying to decide what to wear....I know I want to wear one of my dresses...I just can't decide between my red halter or my black one with flowers on it. They both look cool, damn it.
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Other updates include:
*My allergies suck. I'm taking Benadryl (?) right now but it's not doing that much good. I'm going to try upping my dose to two pills at a time tomorrow, but that may not work. I have to be careful with it because it apparently affect(ed)s my grandmother and mom negatively and would make them really emotional and unstable. *shrug* Oh well.
*The comic strip is coming along slowly. I've only come up with one idea for one strip so far. I'm lame, I know.
*If you don't know her already, Ingrid Michaelson is friggin awesome. Laken, Mama, and I are going to try to get tickets to her show in SC this summer. I cannot wait!
*My stomach keeps hurting. And my back and legs are killing me right now (damn my intolerance for being on my feet for 8 hours straight, 3 days in a row!).
*Suzanna's driving everyone crazy. She's amazingly spoiled which has come as a shock to all of us. She's really selfish and she whines a lot. She's also insanely clingy. Which sucks...since she'll be living with us all summer long....oi. She's going to Nashville for a week on Wednesday, though, so we'll get a mini break from her at least.
*Iiiiiiii waaaaaaant sleeeeeeeep. Good night!
Totally. Old.
But at least I got a pretty necklace and a pilgrimage to the world's longest candy counter!
Eric outdid himself with this little number:
A Guinness-Book-worthy feast for the eyes:
Since Eric has been spending ungodly amounts of time away from home for work, we cashed in some of his hotel points and celebrated my birthday in Littleton, NH. I hadn't been to the White Mountains and felt the big 3-0 demanded more than dinner and a movie, so off we went for a little adventuring à deux. Perks of Eric's ungodly travel volume include Hilton Rewards gold status, which resulted in an unexpected upgrade to a whirlpool suite!
We came away from Chutters Candy Store with a king's ransom in candy: organic soft licorice, sweet Finnish licorice, chocolate Squirrel Nut Zippers (a tip-of-the-cap to one of my favorite bands), chocolate cookie dough bites, chocolate-dipped coconut patties, Toxic Waste brand sour candy and more. After seeing the town and having supper, we watched a couple of flicks in our room. I don't have the strength to be kind: 27 Dresses was a steaming pile of crap (The Heartbreak Kid was marginally better).
When we got home Eric hooked me up with a pefectly yum-licious mini birthday cake topped off with a big ol' scoop of non-dairy frozen dessert (damn you lactose intolerance), enjoyed against the appropriate backdrop of a Food Network wedding cakes marathon. All in all, it was a fine way to celebrate a milestone!
Well I made it to another birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my 52nd one, and I am grateful and thankfull to the All Mighty, for the blessings of Life itself, for I didn't have to be born, and so I am very glad I was! Happy b-day to me, happy b-day to me......................yep I was blessed with another one. and that my friends is a GOOD THING I am proud to be alive.
BLESSINGS
Today would be the 6th birthdays of nad's twin daughters, Riley Madison and Taylor Mackenzie. Both girls died within the first month of being born (15 weeks early) in 2002.
(Video made by nad)
Every year, little Riley and Taylor, mummy and daddy and your big sisters remember you....they remember how special you are and wish they had gotten more time with you here on Earth. You have younger brothers and sisters that never got to meet you, but they love you just the same. Your youngest brother and sister even share your name with you, because mummy wanted them to know about their big sisters someday. This year the two of you did such a wonderful job of watching over your little sister Amelia and keeping her safe until she was well enough to go home to mummy and daddy. They are so grateful you were watching over her!
Precious angels, you may not be here any longer, but you are with your mummy and daddy and brothers and sisters every day. There isn't a day that goes by that mummy and daddy don't love you and miss you and wish you were still here with them. I know they feel lucky to have such precious angels watching over them from Heaven, even though it would be so much nicer to have you here with them.
Take a moment to wish a happy birthday to two of God's sweetest angels!
Today is my brother Hector's birthday, he's 48 years old and, at least for today, he is sober. My brother is an alcoholic. Generally, he is usually drunk rather than sober, but he has been trying harder to attend his AA meetings and there are briefs periods of time where he is the lovable, goofy brother that I remember from my childhood and not the lonely, depressed alcoholic man that I often see. I like to imagine an alternate reality where my brother got the help he needed early on to deal with his depression (which I believe is the underlying cause for his alcoholism) and that instead of being a 48 year old man still living with our mother and unable to find a job, instead he is happily married to a wonderful woman who appreciates his sensitive artistic side and they have 2 kids and live in a cute little cottage where my brother makes a living as an artist.
My brother had the cards stacked against him from the beginning. I believe he had an undiagnosed reading disorder, and at the time he attended school, children just weren't given the help they needed. They were called slow learners by the teachers, and stupid by the other kids. The one thing that seemed to save my brother then was his out-going personality (he could make anyone laugh) and his artistic ability, so he had a lot of friends and he was generally well liked. His teachers continued to promote him to the next grade up, so by the time he made it to high school he was functionally illiterate.
I'm 9 years younger than my brother, I recall one day when he was around 16 and I was 7, and he just started grabbing books from a bookshelf and he handed them to me and just asked me to start reading. I read through all of them, and I looked up at him when I was done, and though he never actually cried his eyes looked watery. He smiled at me, and said he was very proud of me, and that he was so happy to know I was so smart and that I would never have to hear anyone tell me I was stupid. I was too young to fully comprehend what was going on, but I just knew that I felt sad for him and that I loved him.
One thing that made me proud of him though was his artwork. Everyone that saw his work was in awe of his talent. He could draw anything. He loved drawing cars and I remember the designs he came up with seemed so futuristic and out of this world, but he was a visionary, because I see a lot of what he drew on the cars that are out today. He also loved creating bizarre monsters and creatures. The kind of stuff that you see on heavy metal albums and fantasy books, but his stuff was so much better. But because of his reading problem he had little to no confidence in any of his abilities and he would always say, "I can't draw for a living, I can't even read, who would want my artwork." He just didn't have enough faith in himself, regardless of what anyone told him.
The real turning point in my brother's life happened on his 21st birthday. He was going out for the night with his best friend Ray. Ray was a great guy; handsome, sweet, a little shy and he was a good friend to my brother. I think how the story goes, is that they were suppose to meet up with their other friends later that night, and in the meantime they decided they wanted to score some weed for the evening. They walked around the corner to the local gang hangout (we lived in a real crappy neighborhood, but my brother and none of his friends were in any gangs) to buy some stuff. They knew the guys in the gang well enough to stick around for a bit to bullshit and stuff, which is what they were doing when it happened. A rival gang pulled up and did a driveby shooting. Hector was fine. Ray died in my brothers arms. My brother has never recovered from that night, and I think in so many ways a big part of my brother's spirit died that day too.
I mean he went on with life, as best he could. He held a good job for many years, went out with his friends, enjoyed his art hobby, but he didn't date much and he often came home from work and planted himself in front of the tv and drank beer until it was time to go to sleep. If anyone questioned him about his drinking he's always say the same thing, "As long as I can hold a job down, and can still draw, then what does it matter how much I drink." Then one day he lost his job, it was the 80's and factory layoffs were commonplace. His drinking increased, his depression became evident and his life just never turned around after that.
I wish I could end this by saying things are great for him now, that he's in recovery and making progress, but I really can't give you that happy ending. I'd love for my brother to make it to full recovery and stay sober for an extended period of time, but the odds are very much against him. The day of his birthday is usually the hardest day for him to make it through without a drink, I can't recall a birthday were he wasn't drunk. I'm not a praying type of person, but today I am praying, hoping, thinking, wanting that my brother will make it through the day without that drink. Happy Birthday Hector, I love you.
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