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Groveling

I know, I know, it's been nearly a month since I've updated it. But let's just say I have a pretty good excuse for the majority of the time: I only had internet access half the time, and half of that time was cancelled out by family, and half of THAT time was spent catching up with friends I hadn't seen because of family and then school started and I'm job hunting and hoping to move out in 20 days or so and it's been INSANITY. Even more insane than my brother and sister thumping around the house and bumping into corners and giggling maniacally as they chase each other with gleeful vengeance. And trust me, that's pretty insane.

Updates worth reporting is that Dave and I will hit the 7 month mark in two days (very exciting) and our date has already been paid for! Trent, my mom's fiance, bought me and Dave $30 dollars worth of Mongolian Barbeque gift certificates and $25 worth of credit for AMC theaters - in essence, a prepaid date night! That came a very close second to my iPod Nano. Both were met with much cackling and repeated hugging of the givers.

Speaking of Trent, he and Mom are getting married Friday the 20th of January @ 7:30. I am happy about this, truly; but to map out their period from dating to marriage and compare it to the equivalent of Dave and I, Dave and I would be getting married on Sunday the 22nd of January. Yeah, I'm surprised too. It's weird how you get used to it though.

Dad is no longer dating the previous sub-average potential step-mom and is now scarily assured of his relationship with another lady, Robyn. Lovely lovely woman - met her over New Year's for the first time and had instant great vibes the moment I saw her, quite literally. And she has an 18-year-old red-headed sarcastic daughter who WANTS TO MEET ME. And oh yeah, she has two other sons BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT. That pales in comparison to that fact that she has an 18-year-old red-headed sarcastic daughter who WANTS TO MEET ME. That's a definete perk for having Robyn around.

And moving out status...I'm pretty convinced I want to move out late January/early early February. The only things stopping my Dad from a grudging nod is that 1) still don't have my license 2) still don't have a steady job nailed down. However, there is good news for the second. Mom's fiance's best friend is a manager at a Giant Eagle blocks away from the house I want to move into and I have an interview with them on Tuesday @ 3, so please pray hard, or do a rain dance, or rub your lucky rabbit foot for its success! That would be winning half the battle against my father's arguments. The license...that's a little trickier. I need to practice a little maneuverability, you know, at least once, and find someone to find the time to take me there to actually get it. I think I can do it though - and if I at least get my license, that takes out the two cornerstones to my father's rebuttals. I can do it. I have my heart and mind set on it, I've praying about it for a while now, and have gotten a lot of positive, even enthusiastic, feedback to do it. And if the Giant Eagle thing goes through, my efforts for my license will redouble with enthusiasm. There are few things in my life I'm truly motivated to pour my whole heart into - this is one of those things. I've been telling him that in many ways many times. He knows me - he'll catch my drift.

[random sidenote: where did that phrase come from? "Catch my drift"? Anybody have any ideas, please post them on here]

And...that's about it. Nothing truly interesting has happened in the past couple days so I couldn't tell a story to its full justice. Especially after a gentle sparring match of wills my father and I had earlier about me moving in, which has been postponed until further notice. Don't get me wrong, I do see his point, and am going to pursue its solution. If nothing else, if he cuts me to pieces this round, I will spell out and stab into him as deeply as possible that concept that I want to do this am trying to do am going to do this. And that I respect and appreciate his concern, as well. Cart me out in pieces, I'm going to communicate that one way or the other.

Well, it's 10, so I need to unplug my cattle prod from the wall. It should be fully charged and ready to scorch some tiny behinds so they get into bed. I've been granted everything short of homicide to get them into bed, so I just might exercise that to its fullest use...

Love and apologies to all who still read.

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Anonymous said…
"catch my drift"- a 50's saying sparked by street races



have I redeemed my intelligence to you yet?
9/1/06 7:49 PM
Deb said…
Hey you...I'm back in business. Stop by (office or virtual space) if you can.
13/1/06 10:55 PM
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