Supposedly Sane

So the writing of my book is… well… not really going. BUT… progress update. I’ve decided the title of my book is going to be “An Unimportant Autobiography.” I also have a bunch of stories I know I’m going to talk about. Like when my brother used to steal my grandma’s prosthetic leg and hide it. There was also the time I fell down the stairs in my front yard and poked a hole in my throat with a long jolly rancher. Oh yeah, and the time when my mom went an entire day on a ski trip wearing long underwear and never realized she didn’t have pants on. It’s going to be good. My dysfunctional family has “New York Times Best Seller” written all over it.

Just thought I’d let you guys know.

In other news (that I mention every time I write a blog), I’m freaking excited to move into Clinton. My brother is a nerd and has figured out how to hook up my 42″ TV to his MacPro. It’s going to be insane! We’re going to have a wireless keyboard/mouse on our coffee table in the living room in case anyone wants to check their BlackPlanet friend requests during commercial breaks of Home Shopping Network.

In a completely unrelated topic, I’m very nervous for Amy Winehouse and feel like she’s not going to get better, and eventually is going to die from all the stuff she’s doing. Which is really sad because her most recent CD was insane, and will (at least in my opinion) go down as one of the better albums of our generation. She’s mad crazy talented and all of that is going to waste on drugs. Someone needs to get her smoking weed so at least she won’t die or something. I mean, if you’re going to do any drug at least smoke weed. Crack is wack. We should start an illegal “Get Amy To Smoke Weed” campaign and try to get her off crack/X/meth/heroine/cough syrup, and on some dank. I think it will do her more good than it would harm. I’m not supporting weed in any way, shape, or form. I just think it’s a lot less harmful than whatever the heck she’s on. In most cases it doesn’t lead people to imminent and certain death, like her situation is turning out to be. In all seriousness, I really hope she gets some help and dumps her incarcerated husband, Blake. Who is current in jail for trying to bribe a witness in his drug case. He’s a keeper.

My math class next quarter is not available online, and there also aren’t any evening classes, so I have to switch my sweet shift at work (9-6 every day) on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday…. to 11:30-8:00 so I can go to class in the mornings. I’m bummed, it’s going to suck. That is starting in mid-September and ending mid-December. I’ll get through it. The girl I’m switching with at work is extremely happy, rightfully so. I put in some hard word to get that shift! Our shift bids are based on performance… Oh well… :(

I’m at my parents right now. I feel like I’m here more than I am at my own apartment! Gah. I have to buy some bins this weekend and actually MOVE. Last time I just put everything in bags and have SERIOUSLY never unpacked. There are still unpacked bags of clothes in my closet. After like 4 months! Haha… I seriously have more clothes than anyone you’ve ever met, it’s ridiculous. There are some things that I’ve owned for years that are really cute and still have tags on them. I don’t even shop that much, that’s the ironic part.

Speaking of the word “ironic”…. I have the most INSANE story to tell about some stuff that went down last week with one of my teachers, but I need to decide if/when I’m going to post it on a public blog. It’s somewhat sensitive material and could get her in trouble, so I’m debating on whether or not I should continue to tell everyone verbally. I want to be able to be like, “listen… just read my blog.” instead of having to tell the whole thing to people. It gets tiring… but the reaction has consistently been, “NO WAY… are you SERIOUS?? She SAID WHAT??” and I’m like, “Yeahhhhhhh, dead serious.” It’s an amazing story. I’m sure this is a big tease for those of you that don’t know what it is yet. I’ll tell you later. Maybe.

I’m going to go home and finish my math homework. I’m also going to watch Project Runway because I missed it last night. I was hanging out with Poopsie.

I knew “Step Brothers” was going to be my new favorite movie because even seeing it. IT WAS AMAZING.

“I’m going to fill a pillow case full of soap bars and beat you with it.” It’s full of amazing quotes. “Anchorman” level quotes. I mean, it’s that amazing. I’m not sure if it’s “Office Space” amazing, but it’s up there.

Go see it. Will Ferrel at his best.

“Many Feminists have argued that God should not be regarded solely as male. Some have even referred to God as “She”. But I have never heard a Feminist refer to the Devil as “she”. Why is this ? It is quite obvious that most Feminists are biased, one-sided, and anti-male. They only want the good things in Life to be female!”

My dad grew up in Houston, Texas as an only child and moved here years back. Every year when I was little, we would go see my grandparents during Thanksgiving (sometimes Christmas). My grandma was never in the best health because she had a bad smoking habit and had several massive strokes which left her unable to use the entire left side of her body. She taught herself to do things like tie her shoes with one hand, and how to get around with a cane. It was actually really impressive. She still managed to curl her hair with a curling iron every day, don’t ask me how though!

The last time we were able to visit was for Thanksgiving of 2002, because later that year my grandma took a turn for the worse and was diagnosed with dementia and Alzheimer’s disease. She was put in a home and my grandpa continued to work and visit her everyday while running his own business. He’d bring her every meal and read to her, really similar to the movie “The Notebook.” My Grandpa had hip replacement surgery in late 2007 and was supposed to come here just to recover, but ended up having a lot of health problems (Sepsis, Cardiomyopathy, blood clots) resulting from the surgery and he’s been living with us ever since.

Since my Grandma needs specialized care, it has been much more difficult to find a place for her in Columbus. She’s been on a waiting list to get her a long-term bed for almost a year now, and she finally received a spot at the Columbus Alzheimer’s Center. It’s been hard for my Grandpa to be across the country from his wife of over 50 years.

Well we found out a few weeks ago the my grandma got a bed at the Columbus Alzheimer’s center, which is great because they understand her illness better than a lot of Nursing Homes. My family, minus Christina, went to go see her today. It was really sad to see, honestly. She’s basically a shell of the person she used to be. I know that happens when you get older, but it was stranger for me because the last time I saw her, although she wasn’t in very good health, she remembered me and was able to walk and carry a conversation. This time, she was actually sleeping because the nurses said she needed the sleep. I was a little relieved because it would’ve been weird to see her and have her not recognize me at all… I don’t know how I would’ve handled that. Popsie got to see her, which it’s been almost a year since he’s seen her, and it was really sad :(. I wanted to let him stay in there alone with her for a little bit. I wanted to cry but I left instead. I guess she doesn’t know who anyone is anymore, and doesn’t talk often. On the flight here my dad said she sang a lot on the plane, which that hasn’t changed at all.

Anyways, it’s a blessing she’s here and I feel selfish for being sad about it. I’m happy but sad at the same time. It’s sad to see anyone get older and get closer to passing away. I’ve never had a family member die because my mom’s parents died when I was very little and both of my dad’s parents are still alive. I don’t know how I’ll handle that. I’ve experience a lot of friends dying but never family, which I’m sure is a whole different type of hurt.

Well, I’m being ridiculously morbid and I’ll try to change the subject to something a little more uplifting for my new blog.