i was the mother of all mothers this weekend when i took the girl to get her tips. i was the mother of all mothers last night when i introduced her to lolcats. this morning i am the root of all evil because i told her the light green socks were a bit much with the orange shorts, purple shirt and black sneakers. oy vey just shoot me now.
the hubs and i are both battling freaking allergies and i am tired of not being able to fucking breathe out of my nose. plus, it is becoming more obvious that i am going to have to have this damned wisdom tooth cut out because it is moving my bite.
the hubs is finding more and more things wrong with the truck and it's becoming pretty frustrating for him. not huge, majorly expensive things, just piddly ass things that are adding up. like a cracked radiator. like a non-working horn. like jimmy-rigged electrical stuff that's messing up the lights. oy vey again i say.
mother's day is coming up and as usual the guilt is coming with it. i do not like my mother that much but still feel i need to do something, get her something, acknowledge that she gave birth to me. i have recently started emailing w/ one of my aunts, my dad's sister, the one i've talked about that's turned cool in the last 20 years but that we don't see nearly enough. she has by default taken over as care giver to my grandma. my aunt has never come right out and said that i don't spend enough time with my grandma, but i know this to be true too. more guilt for me.
i am becoming more and more disenchanted with my job. i told big t yesterday that i just want a job where i go to work, have no deadlines, do not travel and at 5pm it's over, no worrying or fretting about it. but, i also need to make a decent salary and have insurance. she asked to have some of what i was smoking. yeah, i know, not realistic huh?
this weekend we watched music and lyrics. it was not a stellar movie but i like both drew barrymore and hugh grant. really i do. drew's character totally nailed it when she described the difference between music and lyrics and said what i've been trying for years to put into words.
Sophie Fisher: A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.
Alex Fletcher: I so get that.
Sophie Fisher: But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.