I’m a total asshole when it comes to this significant date. Every year I have nothing to give, and most of the time I can’t even go out. Money sucks, hence going back to school. I don’t even want to be ridiculously rich, I just wanna be able to go out on a close friends birthday and get her something special. It’s not too much to ask, is it?
Well, this year is different. I got the gifts, and I can go out. a freaking miracle! Tomorrow I hear we are off to Skyzone, which is wall to wall trampolines literally a mile away from my house. I’m super stoked, I just hope I don’t pee myself. Yeah that’s right, piss my pants. It’s what happens after 3 kids.
Second part of my title. My bestie, she’s great. She’s probably the only person other than my husband who knows me completely, and I’m most certain there are some things she knows a little better than him. Well on this July 30th it’s her 36th. Yeah we are getting old. I will never forget the first day of school at the bus stop in Medford. Walking up and being highly annoyed that a girl was in my spot waiting for the bus. In her stone washed ripped with lace underneath jeans. I did love her hair, perms were so cool back then. Of course the both of us didn’t speak to each other for months, and honestly I can’t remember whom actually started talking to whom first? My memory has failed me. The important things I definitely recall, giving her a best friend charm in front of her so to be formal best friend. Starting up a babysitting service, watch Donnie, playing on speed bumps, Riding bikes. The bug who opened her front door, going to the pool, JAMESWAY!
Here’s to you Crystal, 36 years young. Here’s to 50 more years, growing old is gonna be fun!
Week nights are veg out nights. My weekends are spent here there and everywhere. On the week nights I like to be as lazy as possible. However, I did fit in the gym today with my husband. I only ran 2 miles, not my best, but I also haven’t worked out in two weeks. In that two weeks I swear to you I’ve gained 50 lbs. Shark week didn’t help, cheetos definitely didn’t help. So now I’m here, watching t.v.. Teen wolf, Atlantis, Candidly Nicole, Naked Dating. (we will get into these shows in upcoming blogs I’m sure) At this moment A Haunting is on while I wait to watch last night’s episode of Under the Dome. The funny thing is since I’ve become and adult, nothing really has changed. I LOVE television. LOVE IT!!!!! I’m surprised I’m not 250 plus pounds.
Anywho, today I went to work after being ill. It was a pretty good day, I was tired and my hand still hurt from the cuts I received why trying to shut the freaking cabinet door in the bathroom. Sure I probably would’ve slowly closed the door instead of slamming if it wasn’t the 3rd time it opened it opened; causing me to bang my head into the corner while cleaning the floor. I never said my temper was the best. I guess I got my wish, the door will be fixed. And, by fixed I mean replaced with what Joe will call a boring door with no flare, no special touch. Well, that special touch cut my hand and now my hand hurts so fuck that door!
All in all it’s been a pretty productive day. Finally made my bed, washed my hair, swept the floor, did the liter, as I stated before got the gym in, and now it’s tube time.
So yeah, there’s this weird virus going around. It’s just a fever, a high one, sometimes you get a headache, and for a few minutes a terrible sore throat. For the most part the best cure is to sleep. So that’s what I’ve done for the most part. We’ve all had it except Josh. I’m hoping he doesn’t, when he gets sick it’s always 20 times worse than the rest.
Over the weekend we went to the swimming hole again, this time hiking past the steel bridge. There were cat-fish, and snakes, rock jumping and family fun. The kids had a blast and their cousin got to spend the might with them. I got to hang with my twinny for a bit, and even made plans to add more kids in the mix when we go back again. The next day we went to visit my mom-mom. I only brought one of the kids since, they are overwhelming, and Ryan wasn’t feeling well.
There really isn’t anything exciting to write about.
so until tomorrow.
So we just got here from Jersey. Devil’s advocate is on and I think I’ve told joe this 25 times since I’ve known him. “Ya know Crystal and I went to the movies to watch this 3 times.” At this point Joe doesn’t say a word, pretending I never said a thing. It’s not that he doesn’t care but this is how life goes, when you are with someone for so long, stories repeat . This goes both ways, life on repeat.
We are here now, as I said, Devil’s Advocate playing in the background. I’m blogging, Isaac’s almost sleeping, Ryan and Josh are playing on their kindles, Joe is reading sheet music, and the grandparents are probably wondering……why in the world do we invite this crazy assholes here all the time? My family, as a whole filled with a variety of personalities. Some call us dysfunctional, insane, fun, spiteful, know it alls, quiet, LOUD, and many more names. But, we are family.
Yeah I said it. Rollerblading, yeah I did it. Unfortunately, the ghetto ass rink roller blades suck for my falling arches. I am still recovering from the damage done to my ankles. I’m talking blood, through my socks! But I did it. Shout out to Sean P. for talking us into it, even though it didn’t too much. So this year for my 36th birthday there will be skating rink fun! I will be wrapping my ankles and hoping for the best.
God dammit, I’m OLD! And ya know what, I don’t want to hear any back sass from you older folks. When you turned 36 I know you were bitching about it too, so STFU and let me rant. I’m old, my bones hurt, I’m not in shape, and I’m moving closer and closer to death. That’s some scary shit getting older. Now when I work out, I have to worry about working too hard. When I get angry I have to worry about getting too angry. When I eat I have to worry about what I’m eating. Heart attack central. No one warns you of this shit when you are young, or maybe they did and I wasn’t listening. In any case, it sucks.
Thanks to my sister I decided to write again. so, as I sit here and watch girl meets world I think about how I’ve let you all down. All 3 of you that still actually read my blog. I’m not as angry as I was, maybe that makes me less passionate about writing. I’m not as depressed as I use to be, so maybe that makes my writing a little dull. But here I am….I’m back!
I’ve posted about many of topics of the years, I’ve touched on them all. Even me, my life, how I roll. Pretty sweet really, I wake up to 3 boys who fight going to school, who give me a hard time feeding the cats, who fight over well…..everything. Then I go to work, I do some art then listen to people moan on the phone. It’s glamorous I know. I come home make way more elaborate dishes than I used to get as a child, and then I veg out on the tv. Oh yeah almost forgot I go to the gym, I’m almost 36 there no way of avoiding that.
In my 35 years on this earth I’ve come to realize that life is not always exciting, life is not always daring and spectacular. Most of our days are spent in routines, tedious routines. So I blog, I read, I sign up for college to become something new. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s this: If you stay in one place too long, you get stuck, you die young, you become BORING. No thanks, that is definitely not the life for this Leo.
Is never easy. It’s not like we don’t have practice, we start young. A day at the playground meeting new friends, Time to go Billy. A weekend at the beach….well work on Monday, Mary. That Midnight, he was a good dog…..Ghellar, Bella, I wish they would’ve lived longer.
Saying good-bye sucks. To a Parent biological or not, that is one of the worst. A person could argue that saying a goodbye to a child is the worst, and I wouldn’t argue back. I don’t know that pain and I HOPE I never do. I do know the pain of losing a parent and a parental figure. I know that pain all too well. It SUCKS, it never gets easier. We tell ourselves it does. But, if you stop and think about that person……really think about then, in a moment of weakness, looking at a photograph, a certain smell, a song, an article of clothing, hell, a fucking t.v. show. In that moment it’s not easy, there’s a break. A tear in your heart that is never mended, maybe a piece of mesh falls over it to keep from all the happiness from pouring out. But that one little tear stays with you a lifetime.
You no longer remember the fights, the nights wishing they were gone, wishing you never knew them, or even hating them. That’s all out the window. You’re left with a little hollow tear. Keep it small. Keep it hidden at times. let the tears flow.
good day to you all.