I was pleasantly surprised with the way our family Thanksgiving turned out. After so many dysfunctional holidays in the past I’ve come to expect some sort of drama to unfold every time. However, this year was perfectly normal (by societal standards anyway):

No one got beat up, hell no one even argued; No one made huge scenes in front of all the neighbors; No one ran their arm through a car window trying to pull their significant other out of the car. No one was chasing after anyone with a 2 X 4. My mom didn’t go ape-shit, (she must be taking her meds and finally off the tweek. That’s something to be thankful for, let me tell ya.) Even the kids behaved perfectly. It was almost as if I stepped into a parallel universe.

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Today would have been Tara’s 29th birthday. I still can’t believe she’s been gone for ten years. I was searching for some pictures of us but I only found one. I framed it with a frame I had came across earlier and displayed it in the living room. We look very happy. She’s holding me.

Even though we had different mothers we look a lot alike. When I viewed her body at the funeral home I couldn’t believe the resemblance. It was like looking at a blonde version of myself.

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I had the LEEP done this morning. It hurt, but wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. I’m glad I had expected the worst. The doctor only shaved a couple layers out to perform a biopsy on instead of getting all the cancer cells out. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. I know it means that if the pathology comes back bad then I’m going to have to go through another procedure which would most likely be inpatient surgery. That really sucks, but I’m trying not to think about it. Especially since I won’t have the results back for about two weeks because of the holiday.

It bled a lot more than I expected and the cramps are painful, but it could have been worse. Tori went along with me again. I love her so much. She’s more like a sister than my cousin. We’re pretty tight.

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After watching OU beat Baylor, I was laying on my bed relaxing. The phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize but I answered it anyway because when I lost my cell I lost all my phone numbers as well. I hadn’t gotten everyone’s number to put into my new phone yet.

It was Jesse Faz. I hadn’t talked to him for about eight months. He was one of my best friends when we were growing up. We’ve been friends for almost 15 years. I can’t believe it’s been that damned long. We tried a relationship a few times, but his feelings ran deeper than mine. I couldn’t really think of him as more than a really close friend. He was like a brother to me.

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After I calmed down a bit last night I texted Nick and told him that my surgery is Monday. Once I told him the no sex for four weeks after surgery part he told me I should come over to hang out. Uh oh… cue the complications.

Since Nick and I started ‘talking’ again almost three months ago we haven’t had sex. I’d been trying to keep things in the just friends stage. We’ve flirted a lot and he tried to get me to stay the night a few times, but I made sure nothing came of it. The last time he invited me over, I dragged Tori along so she could cockblock. He was pissed off and didn’t talk to me for a almost a week. I’m stubborn as hell and also somewhat prideful, so I refused to call him first.

After five or so days without a word he sent me a generic ‘what’s up?’ text message. A few messages later he told me that he was getting married to a girl he had met a few days before. The wedding was supposedly going to be two weeks later. Yeah right. I didn’t buy that shit for a second. I know Nick well enough to know he was testing me and it pissed me off. I controlled my anger and congratulated him, however a few text messages later I told him how stupid he was being. Nick plays a lot of games. I hate it.

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