Caterwauling

Brownie and me

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Let me preface this entry by saying that I haven’t seen my favorite guy in a week, and I’ve managed to question everything. Because, that’s what I do. And to say I’m frustrated is a bit of an understatement at this point, not with him but with my inability to just BE already.

So right now, I am dog-sitting this lovable pup. She barks a lot, although not as much as most dogs, and she drives the cat crazy. Which drives my mom crazy. And when Princess is crazy, I’M crazy.

I got invitations for New Year’s Eve and Day, which was awesome. (Not from the guy … you see why I’ve gone all paranoid, yes?) But I always have to build in time for Princess, so I will probably say no to something.

Of course, I got the guilt trip that “We need to go out Friday night because you have plans the rest of the weekend, and I don’t get out of the house unless you take me, and you’re always busy and you don’t ever have any time to look at me, and if I lose out on Friday I will be stuck in the house for a whole ‘nother week WITHOUT ANY FOOD.”

Hand to God on everything I ever say that comes out of her mouth!

So I thought my friend was picking up the dog today. But we’ll have another day together as far as I know. Which drives my mom crazier still, how WE DON’T PLAN SHIT.

You know what … friends help each other. This friend is off having a wonderful adventure. And I know she would be the very first one to come look in on my mom when I get a hot date who whisks me out of town.

So, the problem is WHAT exactly here?

I know mom is sick, and some days are worse than others. Today is a “worse” day. I don’t begrudge her being sick. What I do begrudge is coming home to this barrel of sunshine who’s resentful toward me because of ALL I PUT HER THROUGH.

You know, the dog (or any pet I’ve ever brought in here because I happen to like having the extra critters in the house) DIDN’T MOVE IN HERE FIVE YEARS AGO AND STAY RENT-FUCKING-FREE EVER SINCE.

Just sayin’.

So, I love my apartment and we know I have to give it up soon. It kills me … five years ago I had the cutest apartment in Maryland that I had JUST MOVED INTO. Then I inherited mom and had to take a way-less-cute place so I could accommodate her.

And it feels like history repeating, you know? To keep affording this home life that brings me so little joy anymore, I have to give up my private beach and my Intracoastal Waterway DIRECTLY UNDER MY BALCONY so I can support us better.

It’s necessary, but it’s heartbreaking all over again. I know a couple of guys who have downgraded to cheaper places recently so they can save up for retirement, for an engagement ring, for a life with someone special.

Now THAT’S a reason to move. Not … this.

But I need to find my grace and suck it up. Even though I know she’s going to BITCH AND MOAN the whole time that I am inconveniencing her and taking her out of her comfort zone.

Speaking of where I came from, I’m feeling hella homesick lately. For Virginia, mostly, and the people I knew there. Mostly for the life I should have built while I was there … before the workaholism set in and I destroyed through neglect every friendship, relationship and anything that could have been a potential SOMETHING.

I had lunch with a gal at work yesterday. She’s a couple of years older than me and was asking my experience with dating sites. I said I always get lots of replies but I never write back to them. Usually they figure they won’t get a response so they don’t bother being clever, and I don’t care to talk to someone who doesn’t take the time to BE clever.

And besides, after the rejection I’ve faced over coming with my own personalized baggage named Mom — or, hell, maybe I was the one who pushed them away first — I don’t really put myself out there anymore. And I haven’t in a very long time.

Which is why it’s easy to be coy and cautious with the new guy. I FORGET HOW TO DO THIS, PEOPLE!!!

She said, well, don’t you want the happily ever after? I said I would be happy with some good dates that lead to a functional relationship. I can’t even think about the kids and the ring and the what-the-fuck-ever that she was alluding to.

It’s sad how many dates and dreams and outings and such that I’ve felt compelled to give up. Not that I was ever really swimming with them in the first place.

And not that she’d WANT me to give up a chance for love and happiness — she’s not like that at all. But … the fact that she “reserves” me — which I HATE — pretty much reminds me that I will pay for it one way or another if I dare to do something else. And don’t even THINK I do anything by myself. That, she just finds insulting.

God, I hate myself for complaining so much. My date Sam Adams is loosening up my tongue (er, typing fingers) a little more than I anticipated.

Oh well, I keep praying for success at work. And when my friend re-enters the picture (and he will. I am NOT letting go of the one thing that has made me so happy these last three weeks), I have a lot to look forward to.

And somehow, it will make everything else OK, like nothing else has or ever could. …

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My balcony *aaahhhh*

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Ever burn the candle at both ends and end up with your ass on fire? That’s about the status quo here these days. Goddess is burned out.

It’s been a mostly quiet week. I got the notice that the market rent on this dump is going up into the two grand area. *hahahahahaaa* So, it’s time to move somewhere I’ll love less but that I can afford.

The person I abhor second-most in this world tried to contact me yesterday. Until there is a check (for two grand-ish — hey, I know .. that’s RENT!) and a BIG FAT APOLOGY coming my way, that person can lose my number. Or at least be standing in the street when the Karma bus loses its brakes.

I told my mom the other day that I want to be a DINK — Double Income, No Kids. She said, “Well, you have two jobs — you got your wish!” Grrrrrr. How about me not being the only asshole who works and drives and works and drives and volunteers and is BURNED RIGHT THE FUCK OUT?

I cannot sustain this pace. And by saying that, it almost sounds like I’m actually keeping up.

Not so much.

I’m doggie-sitting right now and playing referee between her and my very annoyed cat. But at least that’s fun, you know? My eyes aren’t burned-out sunken holes in my skull from staring at a computer, trying to make sense of stuff that takes forever to make sense to me.

I often wonder why I stay in my field when I find it so boring, most days. It’s the people, I guess. It always has been.

Oh, hey, the dog is eating the cat’s food. And another day begins…

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Christmas services 2011

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What a wonderful Christmas Eve. Unexpectedly, I got to spend it with a dear friend. That’s what Christmas is all about, yo.

I’ll spare you all the subsequent exchanges with the Houseguest since coming home, because I have a Christmas story that is far more important to share.

So, I was out picking up a couple of little items for said houseguest. And waiting in line, because it is Christmas Eve and all.

The woman behind me saw the three tiny items in my hand and asked if I were finishing up my shopping. “I never started,” I said.

She had two beautiful little candle holders in her hand. I inquired whether she were finishing up her shopping. She said she was, and added that I’m smart to not do gifts — it’s too easy to go overboard.

But, she wanted to know, “Did you buy something for yourself? Because you simply must do something special for you.”

I said that, well, I’ve only just started a new job, so it’s a low-key holiday. I said I was freelancing, and it was OK but it wasn’t always easy making ends meet. Besides, I really don’t need anything right now — I made it through the year and that’s a blessing, in and of itself.

She asked about the new job, whether it’s in my field and how I got it. I said yes, it’s in my field, and it’s the damndest thing — they found ME, not the other way around.

She remarked about one of the items in my hand, and I said it was for my mom. I lightly explained the whole “lives with me” thing. (And spared her the rest.) Her eyes filled with tears and she said she lost her mom last week. She was 90, and lived a great life. But still…

I said I understand. And I was compelled to reach out and hug her. She gladly took the hug and squeezed back tightly.

We kept talking; she wanted to know about my mom. I said she’s 54, poor health, dependent … that sort of thing. She said she’s only a couple years older and that’s just crazy. Does she sit in the house or does she get out? I said yes to the former; she needs me for everything.

And she said mom needs to do some volunteer work — she needs a social outlet other than me and she’s sure I need my space.

God bless this woman. But wait, there’s more.

I got to the cashier, and she said she was going to pay for my items. I said that was lovely to offer, but I was good. She said, no, she really wanted to give me a little Christmas lift.

The candleholders, she finally told me, were for her mom’s house. (They were absolutely beautiful, by the way.) She said the house still smells like her mom and she’s going to burn some candles to try to temper it a bit. It’s too hard to walk in there every day and feel like her mom is still there because her scent is everywhere.

I had found out her name is Pat. When we got outside, she asked my name. And I thanked her for being my angel this Christmas. We wished each other Merry Christmas, and she said to buy myself something special when I can. And that was that.

Wherever you are, Pat, I wish you love and strength and light. I needed to run into you when I did — I truly am at my wits’ end with my own mother. You let me see that it’s that easy to lose her, but that it’s also perfectly normal to be cranky about the whole situation, too.

God put you in my path today. And I’m grateful to Him that magic seems to follow me wherever I go. Thanks to you both for this brief exchange that will stay in my heart for a lifetime.

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Cookay

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The highlight of today was a yummy salad I made for lunch in the employee cafeteria. I’m gonna watch me some “Charlie Brown Christmas” shortly and then start in on the second shift, and that will be that.

Mom had wanted to take a walk tonight. I just laughed. Sure, I guess I could give up Charlie Brown, but when do I ever have time to do anything on a weekday anymore?

I was kind of musing about my little half-crush that I entertain to keep myself motivated. And I thought, hah, when would THAT take place? I mean, really. Something would have to give. But … what?

I’d feel better if I felt I were achieving anything at the daytime gig. I think things will perk up after the Christmas party this weekend — it will be good to get out of my cubicle and actually interact with people. Lord, please help me turn on the charm and let me shine. Because if my fate were to be decided on achievements alone at this point, I don’t know that I’d make the cut.

Of course, I know I’ve got it good. Just scrolling through Facebook and seeing this person laid off (by the same damn company that tossed me on MY ass at this time last year), that person’s house being broken into and their Christmas decorations/presents being stolen, the first person’s wife finding out she’s pregnant when her husband is out of work, and everything else makes me VERY happy to be me right now.

I think my problem is (and has always been) feeling like I’m just not enough. I don’t want to say “not good enough,” because I am that AND smart enough. But … just not what people want/need/expect.

Frequently, I have to remind myself that God made me the way I am. I can only work with what He gave me. I can develop it or I can live with it or I can overcome it. But good, bad or indifferent, it’s mine. And I need to quit kicking the crap out of myself psychologically when I just can’t be or do or learn quickly enough the rest.

What I wouldn’t give to A) have more than five hours to sleep a night and B) to not worry for at least two of them. Perhaps my performance during the other 19 hours would be a little more spectacular or, at least, inspired.

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It’s beginning to look a lot like…

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(H/T to Brad Paisley for that title. It’s like he KNOWS me or something.)

When I take 2011 out behind the woodshed and shoot the pathetic bastard, it will be after I hogtie his ass and roast him over an open flame while he begs for the mercy he didn’t do such a good job of showing me.

This was the year I got off the antidepressants/anti-anxiety meds that I started taking over two years ago. It is also the year of the highest highs and lowest lows. I’m like the fucking stock market here.

You want to know where the world indices are heading on a given day? CALL ME and find out my mood. I am my own technical indicator!

Today is all about rage. It is what I determined to be my one day off this week, and EVERYTHING I TRIED turned to shit. So much for relaxation.

I have this one job that I’ve quit now four times. I can only give it maybe two hours a week, but then they didn’t use the work I turned in this week. The hell? I lost sleep over this?!?!

I’m still pretty fucking angry at the people who owe me well over two grand that I was supposed to get on Sept. 15. Seriously, I have stopped bugging them in the last couple of weeks because I am SICK OF THE EXCUSES AND LIES. Don’t insult my (dwindling) intelligence.

It’s not that friends and money don’t mix, but FRIENDS WHO DON’T PAY THEIR FRIENDS THE MONEY THEY OWE THEM FOR SERVICES RENDERED that should be avoided at all costs. Live and learn.

I miss the place where this photo was taken. As I contemplate where to move next, I know the destination would be further away. I dunno. I guess I am craving familiarity right now. Even if what (little) is familiar is also contributing to my discontent.

Or maybe it’s that everything is deja vu. A good friend called last night as I was getting into my car, and it was wonderful to have company on the long drive home.

She pointed out the obvious, that ever since she’s known me (since the day I first set foot in Florida), I’ve been under IMMENSE stress and pressure. She said between the job(s) and the mom and the apartments and the yahoos who don’t pay and cause me financial grief, I’ve never actually had much in the way of peace of mind. That my so-called “break” between jobs was just as stressful as any workplace I’d been in up until that time.

This is why it’s good to have friends. And why I should call (or pick up the phone for) them way more often.

I don’t know what I’m doing, where I’m going or what what I even WANT to be doing. All I can do is trust in the fact that God is with me and even though I fail myself on every level possible, He can’t let me be a hot Southern mess forever. (Can He? …)

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