Sept. 29, 2001
3:55am
Sassy woke me up about 10 minutes ago. Decided to go ahead and get up now rather than in an hour when I would be dragging around. God, I love my bed! I did not want to leave my bed.
Fixed Mom’s butterfly pin. Can smell the glue even from here. Should have used E6000. Just now remembered where it is.
Made the cutest butterfly earrings last night with the gel pens. Put them on the hoops with no jump rings so they wouldn’t spin (they’re on opaque white shrink plastic — don’t want the white backs to show). Think I’ll go ahead and color a couple more.
10:05PM
Last class day for digital design. Found some good web resources. The class makes me want to start the website back up. Restart the business. I know good design now. I know I can do it.(Not exactly this site of course, but this is personal and I’m fond of these buttons and that border.) Speaking of bad design, I’m going to stick one button all on its own in that never-moving left bar to link back to my “Calico” page. The page is “calicodarling”. Don’t know what to call the site yet. Speaking of good design, I’ve decided to update the A&M English site and submit it to them. They may not use it, but as long as it’s got my name on it, it will be worth the effort. And give me a chance to do some good design again.
Found some of my wire so I was able to put together a new bead necklace to go with my butterfly pendant. My instructor told me my earrings looked like actual enamel. What a compliment!
Mom and Dad got into another big fight today. When Mom bought groceries she bought me pickles and water which she told Daddy to leave in the car and bring to me later. He also left some of her things in the car, including all of their meat! When he gave me my stuff he handed me the meat and said put it in the freezer. I told him of course it’s not mine (he should know that — he knows I don’t keep meat in this apartment) and where in the world did it come from? He said, “It was in the car.” I asked him “With my stuff? Has that meat been in the car since this morning? Throw that away right now!” Which he didn’t. He took it back to the house and was going to put it in
their freezer. Of course Mom saw him bring it in and right away she gets upset. She threw it away herself (thank goodness), but she was so upset about him leaving it in the car all day that she refused to eat supper. Which she had cooked just for me since the whole time I was sick I was craving gravy. Mom makes the best gravy. So I’m sitting there eating my breakfast/dinner while Mom and Dad yelled at each other. (their voices may not get extremely loud, but I call it yelling because it has extremely mean sounding undertones) Finally I grabbed my tea and Mom’s tea and said, “C’mon. We’re going in the other room now.” In her exasperated voice Mom said, “I have to clean up this kitchen.” Which in our house means “I’m ready to clear off the table right now but I have to sit here and wait for him to finish eating.” I told her no, he was going to do the dishes tonight and we’re going in here. Got her calmed down and got out of there as fast as I could.
Mom wants me to go to church tomorrow. Turns out she’s invited both the sisters. They may not show up but I’m not taking that chance. There’s no way I’m going! I’m actually still on the fence about this one. I haven’t made my “big announcement” that I’m just not doing the family thing anymore. You’d think they would have noticed something when I didn’t show up for Karen’s birthday. I’m trying to steer clear of the actual announcement and just not do the family thing. My birthday is Thanksgiving week. For Thanksgiving and Christmas I’ll show up for my expected hours and get out as soon as I can. Don’t know what to do about my birthday. I’m so used to
planning it myself. Think I’ll just tell Mom, “You set it up and tell me when to be there and I’ll be there. Oh, and I have a dr.’s appointment at 6:40.” (I do, and it’s impossible to reschedule.) So I figure there will be no birthday
party and no gifts will show up at Thanksgiving and that’s it. My birthday will be over. Welcome to 34.
Christmas is going to be harder because I will have no choice but to wait for them to show up. Don’t have a clue what to do about gifts. I worked my fingers off on all their gifts last year and not one word was said by anyone but Justin. He thanked me and was proud that I painted them myself. No one even feigned liking them. Made me want them all back to tell the truth. I figure I’ll just forge ahead and paint more Santas anyway. I really happen to enjoy painting them. And I’m getting $40-$45 worth on ceramic Santas for $7 and the price of paint. Just can’t beat that and there’s their gifts. Now to wait and see if they put them out when they bring out the Christmas
decorations.