tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94184252024-03-08T04:09:13.988-05:00occasional melancholiaMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-43580505916436435432011-01-07T04:33:00.002-05:002011-01-07T04:33:44.122-05:00Wow, what a rough night. Hardest conversation I've ever had in my life, seriously.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-12536412358436483552010-10-22T18:50:00.000-04:002010-10-22T18:51:00.896-04:00If you look closely enough, you can see the cracks. No one does though.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-35255894382703266642010-06-23T17:13:00.002-04:002010-06-23T17:15:12.796-04:00Okay, <a href="http://www.barrypetersen.com/index.htm">this story </a>on CBS Sunday Morning made me cry. Even now, typing this blog post, I'm all teary over it. Hit way too close to home, on Father's Day no less. I'm glad that Larry died before she forgot who he was, it would have broken his heart and killed him.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-54165716193890728612010-04-25T16:57:00.001-04:002010-04-25T16:58:45.054-04:00Got pretty sad last night after looking through pics and realizing that my mom doesn't even realize/remember that her husband is gone. That really fucking sucks. <br /><br />May 8th would have been his 63rd birthday and their 23rd anniversary.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-16691246580263994652010-03-16T13:12:00.000-04:002010-03-16T13:13:04.164-04:00I take it all back, fuck everything.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-41111145947627986002010-03-11T16:56:00.003-05:002010-03-11T16:59:47.591-05:00I don't know why I never update this thing. Remember how much I used to love it? And now I hardly even look at it. I try, ish. I might try to try harder but that doesn't seem likely. <br /><br />Anyway, work is good. Crazy busy and frustrating most of the time but I get paid well, like the people I work with and my boss is awesome so I shouldn't complain too much. Home stuff is good, the kids are semi-settled, Brian is amazing as always. Money stuff isn't too stressful at the moment. <br /><br />You should come out to see Brian's band play in Plain City on April 3rd. It's gonna be a drunkfest!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Oh, I remember why I don't update...it's because I'm boring and have nothing to say. My bad!Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-6590311710769929582009-09-04T09:08:00.003-04:002009-09-04T09:17:30.325-04:00Happy anniversary to me!!! Five years today and I love him more than ever. I wish he knew how amazing he really is but maybe that makes me love him even more :) Tonight we're going to <a href="http://www.mitchellssteakhouse.com/">Mitchell's Steakhouse</a> for dinner, going to the <a href="http://www.waterfirecolumbus.com/">Waterfire exhibit</a> afterwards, and spending the night in a suite at the Trueman Club Hotel downtown. It's going to be amazing, perfect weather for walking around downtown holding hands with my incredible husband who planned this wonderful night. Sigh, can't wait.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-67524808840871495092009-08-12T12:20:00.002-04:002009-08-12T12:24:05.999-04:00<a><div align="center"><!--57.14 51.22 61.76 60.53--> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"> <tr> <td width="250"> <div align="center"> <font color="black"><b><a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/intj.html">INTJ</a></b> - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population. </font></div> </td> </tr> </table> </a></div><br /><br />I took this "test" forever ago but couldn't remember my answer. Not sure why it matters but I met some girl last month who had an INTJ necklace on and it reminded me.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-49548530939225256792009-07-16T09:28:00.002-04:002009-07-16T09:31:16.923-04:00News: back in February, my uncle was diagnosed with cancer. He had a tumor in his throat that prevented him from swallowing and dropped to about 95 pounds. He received chemo and radiation treatments but the cancer kept spreading. Two weeks ago, his doctor said that there was nothing else that they could do and gave him six months to live. On Tuesday, July 7th, he passed away. I know it's supposed to be a relief when someone so sick dies, but he was one of my favorite people in the whole world and I miss him. You know that person who loves you and supports you and always sees the good in you no matter what? He was mine.<br /><br />Other news: my parents have moved back home to Colorado. I flew out with them on Saturday, 4 days too late to get to see my uncle. My mother's dementia is getting very, very bad and my stepfather was given 12 months to live by his doctor. So they wanted to get home while they could and will be staying with one of my aunts as long as she can handle caring for them. It's sad but I'm happy for them that they get to be home where they want.<br /><br />So tired...got back to Ohio on Tuesday at like 5:30 pm, ate dinner, took a nap and then took Casey and some of her friends to the midnight showing of the new Harry Potter movie. We got home at 3:30 am, it was freakin' crazy! Good movie though, and we had fun. I slept all day yesterday - right on! And now life should get back to somewhat normal. I hope.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-81135062519177961162009-05-08T21:37:00.002-04:002009-05-08T21:38:29.303-04:00fuck you for trying to guilt me into being a "good daughter". you have no clue, you have no right. ya'll fuckers are lucky I even speak to any of you. not that it's such a treat to talk to me :)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-21408147064172996362009-04-18T08:04:00.002-04:002009-04-18T08:04:42.688-04:00I think he likes to be the guy that fixes broken girls. But once the girl isn't broken anymore, then what?Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-327830649521981782009-04-06T18:24:00.002-04:002009-04-06T18:26:02.637-04:00because even though I haven't washed my hair today and it's pulled back into a messy ponytail and I look like I've been crying all day because I have been crying all day and I'm wearing an oversized t-shirt and flannel pajama pants, you still say I'm beautiful...and you mean it.<br /><br />I love you.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-82897659405011979142009-03-28T19:00:00.002-04:002009-03-28T19:16:33.458-04:00<ul><li>Last night, I dreamed that we had sex and I felt so guilty. I don't know why, I never know why. I also dreamed that you walked into the bathroom and saw me on the toilet, no idea what that means either.</li><li>I'm ready for warm weather, ready to spend Saturday evenings in the backyard with friends, drinking beers and listening to music, ready to spend Sunday mornings in the backyard just the two of us, drinking coffee and listening to music.</li><li>My uncle starts radiation treatment this week. So yeah. I hear from one of my aunts that he is doing okay, and that his attitude is good. Whatever that means.</li><li>Just finished watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460791/">The Fall</a>. It was incredible, one of the most beautiful movies I've seen. We started watching it last night and, as usual, I fell asleep. I had to finish watching it after Brian left to go play with Ian.</li><li>Work is going well, so much better since I got my boss to do what I wanted :) Not nearly as much stress as I have been having lately, which kicks ass.</li><li>We are dog-sitting for the kid this weekend, it's been a breeze! She sure did get a great dog, and he's awfully cute. One of the dogs has gas though, I'm not sure which.</li></ul>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-45470186815570557322009-03-02T09:41:00.003-05:002009-03-02T09:42:35.394-05:00Update on my uncle: He is out of the hospital, and having to be fed through a tube in his stomach. He is down to 95 lbs. The Chemo treatments did not work so they are going to do radiation treatments, but first they have to pull all of his teeth. We have doctor appointments this coming week and will see what we are going to do from there.<br /><br />Fuck. me.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-70884964912722932202009-02-18T20:17:00.002-05:002009-02-18T20:20:27.505-05:00so yeah, my uncle has cancer. and my best friend's dad has cancer, he thinks. more tests for him later this month so keep your fingers crossed for good news. our news isn't so good, the prognosis for my uncle sounds very grim: no possibility of curing it, the best the docs hope for is to make him comfortable. fuck. I won't see him again before he dies, because I can't bear to go home to deal with everyone else. I hate that, because he was always so awesome to me. but I just can't...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-79983985402691892282009-02-06T13:27:00.002-05:002009-02-06T14:04:26.460-05:00fuck cancer. fuck good people getting sick while bad people just keep living their twisted lives. fuck having such a heavy, broken heart today :(Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-60486051952057381942009-02-01T10:08:00.001-05:002009-02-01T10:09:42.532-05:00I hate this feeling, this funk that I get in where I'm bored with everything, sick of everyone and just want to scream to shake things up. It never ends well...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-88031356246383085312009-01-28T21:25:00.002-05:002009-01-28T21:30:00.517-05:00Sometimes I can't stand myself. I have to admit, I used to feel that way all the time but it's been a rare feeling lately, which has been very cool. But I still do stupid things, stupid selfish things that I don't even want to do half the time. I don't know why. I do know that I need to stop, because I like liking me and my life. So yeah...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-51281905204370131292009-01-19T12:28:00.003-05:002009-01-19T12:29:34.569-05:0010th anniversary?!PowerPuff Girls have been on for ten years? That is just freakin' crazy! Cartoon Network has a cute little marathon on right now, hell yeah we're watching it :)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-13972826331285825902009-01-11T17:50:00.001-05:002009-01-11T17:51:16.247-05:00I'm extremely disinterested in almost everything right now, except for the one thing that I apparently can't have. Figures...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-8578291989121090032009-01-11T10:37:00.002-05:002009-01-11T10:41:53.905-05:00ups and downsI'm tired. I've been working like crazy and it's been so stressful. Ready for a break now!!! Other things aren't going so well either, but I know they'll get better soon. Staying positive, I think that's the key.<br /><br />PS - Go Eagles!!!Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-5683191576235188202008-12-13T00:08:00.002-05:002008-12-13T00:17:08.515-05:00seriously?I do get it, karma. Even if you think I'm not paying attention, I really am, so you can back the fuck off. Dammit, we are so screwed right now...Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-10336749532706864442008-11-21T21:02:00.003-05:002008-11-21T21:06:51.193-05:00Thursday was awesome: started out great, made it to work on time. I looked cute, my outfit was very stylish according to Brian and my hair looked good too. Had a yummy potluck for my friend's birthday, she loved her gift from me - very cool. Got some fun texts, worked out (yay!) and came home to my sexy husband and the girls.<br /><br />Today...not quite as awesome, but still not bad. It was pretty boring at work, although we did entertain ourselves quite nicely with Hannah's bunny suicide books. I love those stupid things! Tomorrow I start my job at Target, that should be fun! And then I'm hanging out with my sister, doing some crafty shopping and then we're drinking beers and playing pool with our sexy husbands - should be more fun! I'm working again on Sunday, eight hours, and that will pretty much be my weekend. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, sometimes I even bore myself.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-9980690721373120512008-11-19T09:13:00.004-05:002008-11-19T09:19:46.271-05:00So yeah, he didn't talk to her. I know...I said I was going to let it go, but everyone knew I was lying, right? And now my eyes are all puffy from crying, which I forgot to mention on twitter. I'm super tired from staying up late talking. I'm disappointed and a little disillusioned, but I guess this is why we aren't supposed to put people on pedestals. No one is perfect, I should know that better than anyone.<br /><br />It's not going to be a good day. Oh well, there's always tomorrow ;)Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9418425.post-49380812188921748752008-11-14T10:42:00.002-05:002008-11-14T10:44:25.880-05:00Three weeks tomorrow...I don't know why I'm counting, but that's some bullsh!t. Not that I'm surprised really, but whatever.<br /><br />PS - I'm boring. Sorry about that.Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02574416504406882632noreply@blogger.com0