Greetings.
Today was not good. The only thing that was good about it was cake. (Wheeee, cake!!! <3) But I'll get to cake later.
As I wrote yesterday, Joseph ditched me at his band concert. Today (I am so proud of Robo-Boy!) he actually confronted me and apologized. Then again, I did glare at him on my way out of the cafeteria, but it's progress nonetheless. I was very impressed.
Dad borrowed my Kermit today. Fine. I took Fozzie, our gold-colored Honda Odyssey, to school. Fine. The bad part? Dad came by later in the school day to drop off Kermit WITH ALMOST NO GAS IN IT. I drove to Costco to fill up, right? Except the machine wouldn't take my payment card. I waited half an hour in line to fill up my tank and IT WON'T ACCEPT MY FREAKING PAYMENT CARD! I was pissed. I seem to be pissed a lot lately... Hmmm...
The cake... Oh, my gosh, so amazing. There's this place in the city I live in, Jackson's Tex-Mex Café, that makes the. Best. Chocolate. Cake. The frosting, the texture, the taste... mmm, I get tingles just thinking about it. It's pure bliss. I had two pieces. (Don't tell Bev. I told her I'd only eat one.)
I'm just so tired... I haven't talked to Ally in days. Claire either. Bennie, Joss, and I have a choir concert on Monday with Mary June Laramie and Louisa Tyler singing my solos. I still feel sick-ish.
I need more sleep than I am going to get tonight.
Hugz
HM
Showing posts with label Kermit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kermit. Show all posts
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I Hate Automobiles
Greetings.
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
As you may be able to tell from the title of this post, this will be a griping post. A few months ago, as I was backing up (not my idea) in Kermit (a truck handed down from my dad) through the gate (not my idea) into a TINY "truck house" (translation: a freaking tent that my dictator dad makes me park Kermit in because he's too lazy to clear out the other side of the garage... WE HAVE A THREE CAR GARAGE AND A WHOLE CAR SPACE IS COVERED IN USELESS CRAP!!!!!!!!! WHY CAN'T THAT GO IN THE TRUCK HOUSE?????? THEN WE COULD CALL IT A CRAP HOUSE AND BE DONE WITH IT!!!!) and park it there. Well, as I was backing up in a truck that has NO visibility WHATsoever, I ran into and completely decimated the gate.
Now Dad, when I told him about this, said that it would be about $500 to fix. An amazing amount for a 16-year-old who had her 80% of her life savings ($2000 from five summers working at a summer camp and odds and ends here and there and my dad took $1632 of it!) taken away for insurance that HE used to pay all by himself while he was driving the FRICKING CAR and now I have to pay $500? "Okay," I thought to myself, "I can do this. I am getting $200 for stage managing GODSPELL. I can do this." Then I crash into this girl Sharon from my school. I hit her right rear quarter panel. Which should have cost only $500 to repair. Turns out, IT'S THREE TIMES THAT AMOUNT!!!!!!!!!! And now, Dad says that my gate is NOT going to cost $500 but $1100!!!!!!!!! My insurance is skyrocketing, people are lying about estimates left and right, and I cannot find a job anywhere! AND DAD DOESN'T SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM! HE THINKS A JOB IS JUST GOING TO COME TO ME IN THIS ECONOMY EVEN IF I DO GO OUT EVERY SINGLE DAY AND POUND ON EVERY DOOR! I AM FRICKING SIXTEEN!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE HIRES US ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HE USED TO PAY FOR THIS FRICKING INSURANCE ALL BY HIMSELF WHY DO I HAVE TO I'M A MINOR!!!!!!!!!! HE'S RESPONSIBLE FOR ME UNTIL I'M EIGHTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!! AND THAT MEANS INSURANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am SO going to cry now... All my excitement from kissing Joseph yesterday is GONE. (Okay, not totally gone. I still wanna kiss him again.)
Hugz
HM
Monday, April 5, 2010
Serious Business
Greetings.
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
Now, I know my blog has mainly been used for my griping and my Joseph-related fantasies with a dash of philosophy (a very small dash) and humor thrown in for flavor. But today I would like to be a little bit more serious. And, yes, there is a reason for this seriousness.
Joseph's grandmother passed away in the last twenty-four hours. I am unsure of the details, but Joseph said she was in poor condition when he visited her yesterday. He wasn't at school today. It was weird because he's almost always at school. Bennie, Joss, our friends Emma Weiss, Lucky Stevenson, and Pete Sanders, and I were wondering where he was. I thought it was jet lag catching up to him so he slept a whole bunch. Everyone else thought he was sick. We didn't worry too much because we all know that Joseph is the resilient type. So I called him after school in my car as I was on my way out of the parking lot. (Don't worry, I had it on speakerphone.) I asked him where he was and why he wasn't at school. He told me he was at home because his grandma had died. I immediately texted my parents, told them I was going over to his house, and drove as fast as I could there.
When I got there, he came out and we hugged. The strange thing was he wasn't crying at all and I was bawling like a little baby. And then I went inside to say sorry to his dad and I cried on HIM for a while. Mr. Morton Hugged me back and thanked me for my consideration.
Joseph escorted me out to his garage (the door to which he opened so I could get to my car easier) and I gave him one final hug. And then, in a moment of sheer... what's the word... desperation... no that's not it... oh, I can't think of the word but basically I kissed him on his cheek and then turned to go to my truck.
"Hey! What was that for?" he called after me.
"It just seemed like you needed it," I called back as I got to my truck. (His name is Kermit cause he's little, green, and once got hit in the side by a huge pink Hummer, a.k.a. Miss Piggy.)
I KISSED HIM!!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!!!! Granted, it was on the cheek, but it's still something.
But with all due respect, I would appreciate it if you kept Joseph and his whole family in your prayers. Thank you.
Hugz
HM
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