I’m still trying to recover from a major case of writer’s block. Not much that I have been doing in life has roughed me up into a writing frenzy. My past month has been consisted of cleaning, laundry and working out on the weekdays after work, and for you, the reader…stories like that just dosn’t get my juices flowing, but I do feel compelled to stay active on this site, even if it puts the viewing audience to sleep.
Friday night was my date with me, the TV, Larry King Live and a Nerds Rope. The boyfriend started his almost 24 hour fishing excursion so this would be a very rare weekend to have to myself, which is my world, is the greatest thing to experience.
Last Saturday, after breakfast with the parents and a small shopping trip to Wal-Mart, I cleaned for 12 hours straight, with barely any breaks in between. I guess that didn’t really do my body good because I was so sore afterwards, I wore myself out until Monday (today.) I still can’t seem to get enough energy to do anything productive. So I have been surfing my new favorite obsession, the David Cook message boards. Still veerrrrrrry excited he won, no matter what the teeny bopper nation of David Archuleta fans think. Ah, I feel like a kid again!
My friend, Jennie’s birthday party was Saturday night and I’m really sorry that I missed it. I couldn’t find anyone to venture off with me to the party. Even at age 25 I still have a major complex about doing things by myself, and making a lonely appearance at the bar would definitly put my social anxiety disorder into a frenzy.
I slept all day Sunday to recover from my 12 hour cleaning binge. Everything…hurts!
So that brings me to now. It’s Memorial Day and of course I have the day off. Which in my family, is never really a day off because the family comes over to the house and 50 million different voices and sounds erode from every open crevice of the house. Just think of the movie, “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” but with a bunch of loud Asians, speaking in tongues and blasting the Filipino Channel on Satellite Dish. The younger cousins come over and hoarde over me like shadows, and after much convincing, they got me to buy them ice cream from Dairy Queen. I will be sleeping on the Ab-Lounge tonight after my binge on my Fudge Brownie Temptation Waffle Bowl Sundae.
Yes, I ate almost the entire thing! Lord help my suppose-to-be dieting soul.
I told my dad today between my younger cousins, and my boyfriends 6 year old daughter shadowing me like the rain cloud that followed Eeyore on “Winnie The Pooh” all the time…as much as I love them, at the end of the day, the yelling subsides and that’s one more day I get to spend with my uterus and getting rid of the urge to take a hanger and rip out every reproductive part I could possibly own. And even if one day I do feel like I can have kids, it will be a fractional ownership with a sperm doner.
I’m still here, sitting on the deck of the back yard, under my Dad’s new SunSetter Aunning with my laptop on the picnic table and the wind blowing in my face, trying to block out the political debate between my father and Kuya Ed happening right in front of me. This feels good either way! My vacation finally starts after this long weekend, even though tomorrow, it’s back to work. After 12 hours of cleaning every possible crevice in my bedroom, I shouldn’t have to do that again for a while.
Search
Best viewed with