I think if I wasn�t on this medicine, I might be having a depression/manic episode right now. I get really antsy during the holidays.
Plus, I guess, I miss my mom a lot around Christmas. Every year, I think that my daughter could be having Christmas morning with her real Grandma Joann. Instead of course we have multiple families that have Grandma stand-ins. Would I trade one for another? Would it make me selfish, or human?
I�m also waiting on the dreaded meeting with the investigators, and the DNA results. I hate waiting. Let�s just get it over with.
I�d hate for Rod*ney Linc*oln to somehow taint our holidays. It�s not like we want to think about him anymore than we have to.
Pig.
This weekend I did a lot of the same crap. I cleaned my Grandma�s house and did laundry. I also moved around a lot of my furniture to accommodate 15 people. That�s going to be an experience, all these people in a two-bedroom apartment.
Sunday my cousin Jackie and her husband Tommy came over. I like Jackie. We�re almost the same age, and she has put up with all my practical jokes over the years. She never says �no thank you� when I offer her a booger when she says she�s hungry.
She�s a really neat person, with great planning and party skills. I don�t have those. We�re just having Thanksgiving at my house, but big Jackie�s working the magic.
We ate White Castles while we chatted about the menu, the seating arrangements and other stuff. I found out she just bought $150.00 worth of Mary Kay stuff. She didn�t know I was a Mary Kay lady. I�ll forgive her this time. I thought I sent her a Mary Kay flyer, but I guess not.
We also talked about my dining room. I told her I wanted it to be several shades of color of exotic yellow flowers. She told me she�d help me put up a border (yet another area where I suck, putting up borders) and we could search together for a painting to put up. I told her I was thinking about this Van Gogh I saw on www.overstock.com.
Nice time to find out that I didn�t know it, but we have another person coming to Thanksgiving, so I must rush out tomorrow and buy another gift. I�m still planning on giving my family their Christmas gifts on Thanksgiving, so I won�t have 14 people to visit on Christmas.
These are the families I�m close to: the Eccles (the one�s that adopted me at 16), the Clenney�s (all 14) who are my mom�s family), the Love�s (Ms. Terry and Lewis), The Rambo�s (Carl and his wife), the Evans�s (Uncle Jerry and Aunt Shelley), Ms. Iris, Tammy and Ariel (Jackie�s little friends), and Renee and her kids. Not to mention Mr. Sweatpants. He�s a taken. Oh, and Lisa and Mr. Moody and Jake. I know there�s someone else I�m forgetting.
We are not talking about my family in Kansas, or my sister Melinda and hubby Rick (who will probably be down for Christmas).
I also secretly adopted little Paige. That�s the girl Jackie used to have problems with, but has now become her friend. Paige�s grandma lost her job, and Paige�s mom Bana doesn�t work. I thought I might buy the little one a new coat and a Barbie or two for Christmas. I don�t want her to think Santa forgot her. I know what that�s like.
When the media hype was big about my sister, and me well, the first Christmas after the attack we got up on Christmas morning to a living room full of presents (from places as far as Africa and England that people had heard about us). We thought Santa did it.
The next Christmas, my uncle lost his job, and I think we each got one thing each for Christmas. I guess that big Christmas spoiled us.
Anyway, at Marshall�s they have these London Fog coats marked down to $19.99. They look really warm so I�m going to get one for Paige. I�ll probably get one for Kayla and Leah too. My sister�s kids don�t have a lot.
Well, it�s about that time for the Holidays to make me crazy. Right now I�m planning for Thanksgiving at my house, a trip the weekend of the 29th to Kansas (Daddy�s family�s Thanksgiving), my Christmas shopping, and my job�s Holiday party. Not to mention that of all weeks, the contractors are putting new windows on my apartment today. Yes, today. I�m not kidding. Have they noticed there are snow flurries in the air? Ahem, it�s November, late November. This was supposed to happen in October.
Now I will have to steam clean my carpets Wednesday because these men with muddy boots will be walking all over my floor. Sigh.
I found out yesterday that my Dad, the biker, would spend the next 3 years in prison. For kidnapping. He took my brother from his mom at the age of 16 and took him with him to Montana for six months. The mother, a hoosier herself, probably wouldn�t have filed charges, but Dad didn�t pay her any child support. I can�t say I would blame her. The same with Shayne. He�s not really in my good graces either since he decided his new family was more important than his daughter. He�s always chosen other people and places over her..and that�s probably why I�m not sympathetic to his various plights.
I feel bad for my Dad, but he�s kind of made his bed, you know?
08:56 - Monday, Nov. 24, 2003
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