A somewhat regularly updated accuont of my nutty life!
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Wednesday, April 30, 2003
So it's been an odd, confusing and emotional past few weeks. Out of those 3 adjectives, I think that probably confusing is the most accurate.
Trying to negotiate the terms of a friendship is a difficult thing. More so when it's with an ex boyfriend. More so when there are still deep feelings there but you don't know exactly what type of feelings. And even more so when you're sharing an apartment. Well, for all intents and purposes anyway.
It's been a confusing ball of "Are we friends? Are we boyfriends? Are we some weird hybrid of the two?" And, more often than not, it ends up leading to yelling, fighting and the occasional broken dish. (I believe the official count now is three glasses, two plates and a bowl.) Thank goodness I don't own good china. We'll see if that continues once we're using HIS dishes.
It's still somewhat up in the air whether or not I'm going to get to go to the Daytime Emmy's this year ... and if I do, if I'll be going alone, with Rich, or with some as yet unnamed date for the evening. The clock is ticking away, and plane tickets still have yet to be purchased... and details have yet to be finalized.
I know that a trip to NYC, especially for the emmy's... I have two favorite nights of the year. Christmas Eve and Emmy Night. I missed last Emmy Night, and this past Christmas Eve was my worst one ever. So ... I'm pretty due for one of my favorite nights.
My lease is up in August... Until this morning, I thought I had a plan for that ... now it's somewhat up in the air again ...
JAMIE CALL ME!!!!!! ;)
12:02 AM
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
My blog is up and running again! Yay! I'll write a detailed "what's been going on" post later today ...
8:19 AM
Saturday, April 05, 2003
I was brought to tears by Dateline the other night.
Now, before you think I'm even more emotional than usual, let me explain ...
The story was that of a young mother ... She spoke about meeting her wonderful husband, their life together, the birth of their beautiful daughter and eventually the story of him going off to fight in the "War Against Iraq." (The fact that I put those words in quotes, should explain my feelings on the "war" ... oh, there I go again!)
Anyway ... she began reading letters that she had gotten from him, since he left. Letters that spoke more about missing his family, then about the conditions, or the fighting going on where he was. She spoke about the feeling that went through her when she heard on the news that the first American casualties were being reported. She said she knew at that moment, that her husband was gone.
The next day, she said her daughter was the first to notice the somber group of millitary personnel walking towards their house. Her 3 year old daughter, somehow knew what this meant and began screaming "Daddy, Daddy..." as mom held her and yelled at them to "Go away!" ... she didn't want to hear what they were going to say. What she already knew.
What I think broke my heart the most was when she told the interviewer that she continued to receive her husbands letters ... one a day ... for 6 days after word of his death. On the 7'th day she went to the mailbox, and for the first time there was no letter. Tragically, that day was also their anniversary.
It amazes me sometimes ... the strength of the human spirit.
I just sat there and bawled... just watching the story. God, what it must take for that woman .. and so many others ... to live it. God bless them.
4:36 PM
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