Tag: personal blog

So they all come and dance beside me

Posted on by Shawshank

Good morning! I’m up, showered, dressed, and I have a cup of coffee sitting in front of me. My little experiment has worked the last couple of days – my phone stays out in the living room. The volume is loud enough to wake me up. That’s a good thing, I don’t need to go and get another charger.

My grammas birthday went well. I got there about 4:30, and I cleaned the stove for my dad, as he was out working yesterday. We had a really good meal of turkey, potatoes, and Brussels sprouts. I left sleepy, and very full. I also left with leftovers 🙂

Today, I have to do laundry. Yay laundry! I like doing laundry. It’s very easy. I should only have one load. Other than that, I don’t need to clean, because I’ve only been here 5 days, and it’s still clean in here. Toaster comes out on Saturday mornings. He cleaned a couple of days ago, when I was in BiggerTown.

But, it’s back to work tomorrow. I’m ready. I’ve enjoyed these 5 days off, but now it’s time to jump on the let’s do something, that I’ll get paid for. I’m ready to go back.

But right now, coffee, and some news. Happy Monday y’all!

I cut my long baby hair

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Good morning, happy Jesus day everyone! I’m up, dressed, and coffee is brewed. Today, I’ll be going over to Shady Acres for my grammas birthday. I believe she’ll be 89. I think my mom is making a turkey, and I’m pretty sure there will be some sort of cake. While I was in BiggerTown, I got a card, and a gift for my gramma.

But I have a few hours to go before going over there. I still have to run to the gas station to fill up the truck. My mom and I take turns filling the truck.

It’s a bright and sunny day. Just slightly below freezing, but it’ll warm up. Just about all the snow is finally melted.

So have a really good day. Prepare the cave if she tries to put marshmallows on your sweet potatoes. It’s gonna be a good day, to have a good day!

Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet

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Good morning! The birds are singing, and it’s a Good Friday in the making. Coffee is brewing. I had shit my alarm off, in hopes that I’d sleep in. Oh, I did sleep in. Until 7:17.

Yesterday was pretty boring, if I do say so. My internet appointment was an all day appointment. 8-5. Around 3, I get a call from dispatch, saying that it wouldn’t happen, but they could fit me in (doing me a favour) on Tuesday. I pushed back, asking if non of their techs wanted some overtime. I told them I didn’t want to have to take another day off. Within 45 minutes I had a tech out and, in 20 minutes after that, I had internet.

Today, I’m gonna text my mom to see if they want some company to SlightlyBiggerTown. I got nothing going on. It’ll be fun and I might find some random stuff at the grocery store.

But now, I have coffee, and some news playing from the GlobalTv app. It’s not as good as the CTV news I used to watch, but it’s some news. Happy Friyay everyone!

All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go

Posted on by Shawshank

Note: I’m writing this on Wednesday, for posting on Thursday.

So I’m going about my business, watching Orange is the New Black, and I go into the bathroom, and those lyrics pop into my head. And I stop dead in my tracks, and burst into tears. So I figure that if I’m going to continue to cry, I’d rather do it in the privacy of my bedroom, as opposed to crying in front of my mom.

As the title says, all my bags are packed, I’m ready to go. Actually all I have left is a hamper that’s packed, a dresser and a borrowed television. And a fan, for white noise. All my pictures are off the walls.

My mom asked me at dinner if I was going to be over for supper. I said no. Then she asked if I wanted to come over for lunch. I think I broke her heart when I said no to that as well. I feel terrible. I’ll be over Sunday for my grammas birthday dinner.

I’m excited to be on my own again. I’m terrified of being on my own again. I’m going to be ok. I know it. I know it in my bones. It’s been a helluva long time since I’ve been by myself. I mean I can’t wait! I really can’t, but I don’t know. I’m going to miss my mom and my dad. I going to really miss my gramma.

Jesus Christ, listen to me. I’m talking like I’m moving far away. I’m literally 5 minutes on foot away from Shady Acres. I’ve never lived in the same city as my parents. It’s gonna be ok.

It’s gonna be ok.

It’s gonna be ok.

Tomorrow night, I’m going to be making Rattlesnake Pasta for dinner. I’m very excited about that for sure.

Tomorrow, I sleep in a king sized bed.

And, I have a pair of genie pants with my name on it. I’ll be wearing those tomorrow night.

I got this. The next post will be from my new place – The Flat.

Thanks for listening. This started out sad, but I think that it ended on the happiest note! You guys are the best, for sure!

Hold up my balloons and cover up my face

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‘Scuse me, while I rant a while.

One day, one day soon I hope, I won’t get messaged on every one of my days off from people at work. Yep, Saturday, Sunday, and today, Monday, I got messages. Saturday, it was almost a stream of consciousness from NewGirl. Stop. Look. And find it yourself. Can’t find the keys? Use the freakin master keys. Jesus.

Yesterday, and today, I got messaged from BossLady. Today she’s actually at the store. Look. You’ll find it, I promise. Yesterday, I think she was fishing for me to go in and find something for her. That’s gonna be a no from me, dawg. I was wrestling a mattress in to The Flat. By myself.

On a less annoying note, my moms working in a new quilt. My gramma comes in and stops and stares. “Did you know I did all the embroidery on that?” Yes gramma I was here when you did it all. “I don’t remember how long it took me to do that. I must have been real patient.” It doesn’t matter how long it took you. You had fun making it. “What’s that in dads chair? It’s a weird animal with its head upside down.” Its a cat, gramma, it’s sleeping.

I know I’ll probably eat my words, but it is so peaceful at The Flat. Quiet. I talk to Toaster. He’s a good boy. I sat there this morning in silence. I was smiling. No random conversations. No aggressive clearing of throats. No people having loud conversations with the cats at 7am. Just silence.

There. Just had to get that off my chest. I feel better! Thanks for listening!