It's 7:15am on Thursday.
This is my day to sleep in. I don't have to be anywhere until 12:50. I am not a morning person. I turn the alarm off and wake up when I wake up.
INEVITABLY though, every single fucking day like this that I get to sleep in, my boss texts me with some absolutely inane shit.
Today it was, "What is the status of the recycle bins? We are the only house on the block that doesn't have new ones."
I can give you any number of reasons why you don't have any. I can also tell you that I don't give a flying fuck what any of them are at 7 in the morning on my day off.
I do not hate being a nanny in general. I DO hate my particular job and that is the problem with being a nanny. The jobs all start fine until 3 years into it, I am more her personal assistant that the nanny...only without the pay I deserve.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Things I never thought I'd be saying...
I went on a zombie vacation.
I never imagined I'd have had any interest in such an adventure...but then, it never occurred to me that I liked comic books, superheroes, action movies, or capers either.
Like a good chunk of the rest of the world, I started watching The Walking Dead. I love it. It's not the zombies or the gore, or any of that. It's the emotions, the character development, the what the fuck would we do if this actually happened? You can't help but be drawn in, you can't help but sit on the edge of your seat.
And so when Jamie had a long weekend off and we threw around ideas for a post-Valentine's who-fucking-cares-if-we-are-single vacation...it seemed totally natural that rather than lounging on a beach, we'd road trip to Backwoods Nowhere, Georgia and find all the significant locations where TWD was filmed.
She armed us with a list of locations and vague directions and we set off.
We went to Woodbury (actually Senoia, GA). We drove past Hershel's farm. We found the arena and peered into windows of long abandoned, dilapidated structures. There were times when we drove for more than hour with seeing little more than trees and the random farm.
I wondered what people do out there when they run out of milk or decide to order Chinese. There is no 7-11 on every other corner. I mean, there aren't even corners.
That life is not for me. It was fun and interesting...for two days. By the end of the trip, I was more than ready to be back home where there are gas stations and convenience stores and Olive Gardens. I like the Olive Garden.
Still, it was fun.
It also gave us plenty of time to develop our zombie apocalypse contingency plan, which we did, in detail. I won't share that though, just in case ;)
I never imagined I'd have had any interest in such an adventure...but then, it never occurred to me that I liked comic books, superheroes, action movies, or capers either.
Like a good chunk of the rest of the world, I started watching The Walking Dead. I love it. It's not the zombies or the gore, or any of that. It's the emotions, the character development, the what the fuck would we do if this actually happened? You can't help but be drawn in, you can't help but sit on the edge of your seat.
And so when Jamie had a long weekend off and we threw around ideas for a post-Valentine's who-fucking-cares-if-we-are-single vacation...it seemed totally natural that rather than lounging on a beach, we'd road trip to Backwoods Nowhere, Georgia and find all the significant locations where TWD was filmed.
She armed us with a list of locations and vague directions and we set off.
We went to Woodbury (actually Senoia, GA). We drove past Hershel's farm. We found the arena and peered into windows of long abandoned, dilapidated structures. There were times when we drove for more than hour with seeing little more than trees and the random farm.
I wondered what people do out there when they run out of milk or decide to order Chinese. There is no 7-11 on every other corner. I mean, there aren't even corners.
That life is not for me. It was fun and interesting...for two days. By the end of the trip, I was more than ready to be back home where there are gas stations and convenience stores and Olive Gardens. I like the Olive Garden.
Still, it was fun.
It also gave us plenty of time to develop our zombie apocalypse contingency plan, which we did, in detail. I won't share that though, just in case ;)
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Enlighten me...
Here's something I don't understand: celebrating the "anniversary" of something horrific.
As in, "The anniversary of my car accident is in 3 days!" or "The two year anniversary of my fall is coming up!"
An old friend of mine was in a pretty bad car accident several years ago. She got furious with me...and I mean furious...three or four years after it happened because I didn't remember the "anniversary" of it and acknowledge it with gifts and sympathy.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the ackowledgement I guess...like hey, I survived this. That's awesome. For you. For your life and healing process. But sometimes when I see things like that, it's almost as if that person is looking forward to it. Is it about attention?
My grandpa passed away when he was in his early 50's. My mom would sometimes say "My dad passed away 15 years ago (or whatever number) today." Of course she remembers that date, and we think of him...but I think we think of him all the time anyways. I know I do at least. I don't need to call it an anniversary because to me that's a celebratory occasion.
There are exceptions of course...like perhaps a divorce. Maybe because that might be the anniversary of getting your life back, being happy again, being in control again. That IS something to celebrate...but I bet if someone celebrating a divorce were to get married again, the date of the divorce wouldn't be so significant anymore. And if your divorce wasn't an occasion for relief, you aren't celebrating it anyways.
Maybe I'm being judgmental here...surprise, surprise, lol. But I've been in car accidents, had medical issues, had bad things happen. I remember feelings...I remember times of year maybe...but I can't remember much more than that. I guess that because in those instances, what I want most is to move on. I don't want to remember bad things. I'd rather celebrate happy things.
As in, "The anniversary of my car accident is in 3 days!" or "The two year anniversary of my fall is coming up!"
An old friend of mine was in a pretty bad car accident several years ago. She got furious with me...and I mean furious...three or four years after it happened because I didn't remember the "anniversary" of it and acknowledge it with gifts and sympathy.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the ackowledgement I guess...like hey, I survived this. That's awesome. For you. For your life and healing process. But sometimes when I see things like that, it's almost as if that person is looking forward to it. Is it about attention?
My grandpa passed away when he was in his early 50's. My mom would sometimes say "My dad passed away 15 years ago (or whatever number) today." Of course she remembers that date, and we think of him...but I think we think of him all the time anyways. I know I do at least. I don't need to call it an anniversary because to me that's a celebratory occasion.
There are exceptions of course...like perhaps a divorce. Maybe because that might be the anniversary of getting your life back, being happy again, being in control again. That IS something to celebrate...but I bet if someone celebrating a divorce were to get married again, the date of the divorce wouldn't be so significant anymore. And if your divorce wasn't an occasion for relief, you aren't celebrating it anyways.
Maybe I'm being judgmental here...surprise, surprise, lol. But I've been in car accidents, had medical issues, had bad things happen. I remember feelings...I remember times of year maybe...but I can't remember much more than that. I guess that because in those instances, what I want most is to move on. I don't want to remember bad things. I'd rather celebrate happy things.
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