I quit my job officially. Turned my stuff in today, rather less painful than I thought it'd be, as I already talked to my manager. He said people normally just stop showing up and that I was the first person who actually called to talk to him personally, which he really appreciated. I feel like he should be running his own stuff; what a good guy. Anyway, that (week) chapter of my life is now closed and I am back to being somewhat blissfully broke. Writing competitions now. Prove my worth. I made deals with myself, pleading, in the car on Saturday that I would do anything, any competition, writing every day, etc. in order to not do it. What a wuss I can be, but it's ok. (I can be strong, too.) Lot of reading each day, am almost done with Shadowfever. Am almost ready to stand up for myself. Been scribbling odd notes in my journal in fits of craziness. Think I'm a bit odd because I find permanent markers powerful. Y'all with me? Anywho. I was talking to Michelle yesterday I realized how much she inspired me to cook while we were in England together. I was putting more recipes in my binder this afternoon and kind of thought back over what I've made and the pride I feel at just get better at timing, etc. while I cook. I made homemade broccoli soup, pesto, various chicken dishes. Feels good.
On Friday night I called my cousin because of a disturbing facebook status about another relative in the hospital and found out it was my uncle with MRSA, which has been in his system for two months and subsequently is affecting his heart valve. And every other little thing has gone wrong apparently on that family vacation, which makes me really feel for my aunt, who has had a lot to deal with the past few years. Problems with the RV, etc. clouding life up. I spoke to Kyle for a few minutes after Aunt Viv, the former saying how they put the sleeping bag on the roof of the RV to let the sun bake off any infection. He painted a humorous picture of them getting the bags down again with their axe, etc. and I told him that someday we'll have to write a book chronicling the mishaps and crazy things that happen in our family. Sigh. I wonder what this means for epic American bbq. Man, I just hope we're able to all be together as a family because over the past year especially I've realized how much family means to me and though we're all crazy and weird and annoying at times, you can't beat that time together. Fulfilling the prophecy that night for the "new tradition" Christmas dinner; making dirty jokes; playing Catch phrase, the writing game (Omi reading, "Damn, shawty!"), A to Z, UNICORNS; learning that no one I have ever met in my life can shop like Aunt Viv; Cameron's crazy quotes; etc. Sorry, drifted down memory lane there...
Met up with Patty again yesterday with Hank and Elena in tow. Hadn't seen Hank in probably a year and he's gotten so big. It's weird that I've known him since he was 3 and I think he's pushing 8 now. I wasn't really "Wissa" anymore. That was a nice, if muggy, catch up, and then I did major grocery shopping with Mum. Am really preparing myself for living on my own because am becoming coupon and sale goddess of the aisles. So much mac and cheese, dear god. Ha. Ripped up another rotisserie chicken for quesadillas. Disturbing to see a spine.
4/6 days til Obineche. ~2 weeks til Ann Arbor??? 6-7 til I move back...am content.
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