Moving
I know that my blog is a source of happiness to you all, so i just thought i'd let you know. :)
It’s not all doom and gloom of course, but with my brother abroad this year and my mother mourning his absence, I was bracing myself for the worst yet. But with some pluck and a little help from my friend arbor mist, I stayed positive. Also, selective hearing was a great asset. Sometimes, as we all find as we get older, dealing with your parents is a lot like dealing with children. I never thought I would be thankful for a childcare and guidance management class that I attended along with some of the dimmest girls i've ever met, but i actually picked up a few things there....mainly things i've implemented with my dear parents.
One of the first things I found myself doing was ignoring my mother's negative behavior and rewarding the positive. When she did such things as look forlornly at the ornament box and state, “I guess there’s no point in hanging up the ornaments this year, since kenny’s not here,” I'd pretend to be fascinated by my shoelace and would refuse to dignify her bah-humbugery with a comment. Later, when I prompted her to help me hang the ornaments and she complied, I smiled and said, “Great! You really earned that Arbor Mist. Mmm! Carbonated wine.”
Then there was the obvious need to phrase my words to their fullest potential so that my parents would truly grasp their wisdom- i.e. “when you do ___, I feel____.” “Dad, when you threaten to throw the cat out the window, I feel upset.” “Mom, when you polish off the arbor mist without me, I feel sober.”
Of course, when a calm and collected approach to things still doesn’t seem to help, I resort to another method, one usually reserved for animals. On the way to Grandma’s on Christmas eve, I slipped in my recently acquired Guster CD- music to tame the beast(s). I think it helped- or at least it helped me. Instead of hearing about how best to unload the car or how if the kids touched my dad with their cookie hands he was going to flip out, I listened to the harmony of the songs and went to my happy place. It’s the little things that make Christmas memorable, and beyond that, tolerable.
I’ve been rather indecisive of late…well, more so than usual lately. This especially applies to my future. When I'm not making the world a better place by exhibiting smarmy/snarky qualities, I find my mind wondering to the issue of what to do with my post-graduate life. There's the first tantalizing option that I discussed with steph- getting stoned out of my mind and living in my parents screen porch/backyard in a hammock, only moving every now and then to watch another movie or to call one of my hardworking friends with one of my stoner-tastic ideas. I think I also threw in the possibility of blaring Bob Marley out of a stereo while “paddling” my canoe in the front yard, much to the delight of the neighbors.
The next option is the safe one. Get a job. But oh, that’s kind of hard, so let’s move on to the next.
There’s the amazing internship in
The other option that I've come up with is to become an au pair down in
Who knows. most likely I'll end up a bag lady on the drag, doing irish jigs for a nickel- or, doing kickin' rad flows in clubs under the name lethal lizzy d. wherever i end up, come and see me. otherwise i'll come mooch off of you. ;]