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Yesterday, Sis and I decided to stop off at Prescriptives to get a color match and buy new foundation. Ok, really, this was something she wanted to do and it looked like fun so I played along. It's kinda cool, because they do all these stripes on your face to see what turns orange on you. I left that counter over $75.00 poorer (Honey, if you're reading this, I paid out of my allowance, I swear!), but sure that I'll be a raving beauty at work tomorrow.

Note: Co-workers that read this, please allow me to have my fantasies. Thank you.

On to the real purpose of this post. While there, I found out among other things that my sales lady had just divorced her husband and gave me the whole story about why that divorce came about. This was a 15 minute encounter. Never met the woman in my life.

Today, we had to have a plumber come out to *try* to fix whatever is causing our sinks to back up (this in and of itself is a post all of its own). In this visit, I learned about his family members with gambling problems, family members who have terrible diseases, how long he's been married, what he got for Valentines day, what he loves about his wife, why he quit his last job, and the list goes on. He was here for an hour and most of the time was in different parts of the house. The time we spent together in the same room was probably less than 10 minutes.

I've mentioned before on my blog that hubby chuckled after he overheard the deli lady telling me some very personal stuff, even though I'd never met her before. I reminded him about things he told me on our first date that kind of shocked me. He was shocked that he shared those things with me. Chuckle all you want hubby, but you were also one of 'them'.

Sometimes people tell me things that I wouldn't even discuss with my own sister and it's hard for me to remain poised and not have this look on my face:


Please don't get me wrong, I think it's an honor that people feel comfortable in telling me things, but I wonder just what it is about me that makes them so comfortable in telling me such private things? It's just a rhetorical question, because I know that most people reading this have no idea what I look like.

Maybe I should market this skill and be a police interrogator or something...... hmmm.... yeah.....

Pipe in harp dream-like music:

RisibleGirl: Is there something you'd like to tell me?
Bad Guy: I wasn't going to confess, but yes, I did it! I did all of those horrible things and more! Thank you RisibleGirl, I feel SO.MUCH.BETTER now.
RisibleGirl collects her forty gazillion dollar check because she's saved so much money in court costs.

Yeah... Ok, back to reality.

As I could have guessed, I was firmly set in my place last night. It always happens when I try to spend too much time feeling sorry for myself. The Universe (or God, whatever your belief system is), reminded me last night how miniscule my issues are compared to what is and what has been going on around me.

Last night we participated in our usual Sunday night ritual; watching a music DVD before going to bed. We have some wonderful concerts and it really does help us to wind up the weekend properly. We chose Sting last night. It was a new concert I picked up while out with Sis yesterday.

The venue couldn't have been more beautiful. He has a villa in Italy and decided to have the concert on his property with a small crowd of people. His stage was set up against a terra cotta wall decorated with vines. To the right and left were beautiful trees and foliage.

It started on a somber note. The date of this concert was September 11, 2001. Sting started out by saying that this was supposed to be a celebration, but because of events that had happened that day it became something else. He further said that he decided to not cancel the concert because that would give credence to what the terrorists had done. Instead, he wanted to be together with his friends so they could have a sense of community that evening.

He then dedicated the next song to those that had died. "Fragile". And then the next, "A Thousand Years". Read the lyrics if you have a chance. It was haunting, and it was apparent that Sting had a difficult time getting through the songs.

As I listened to those songs and what the lyrics represented that night, my problems and sadness seemed to dissapear and I went to bed with a completely different mindset. I needed to be smacked around a bit and reminded that giving energy and being stuck in negativity is not the right path. Instead, I should find positive ways to move past my feelings. Move past my issues.

And that is what I shall do.

Sister Day was really nice and a wonderful diversion for me, but we didn't get into ANY trouble. It was all very subdued. Many apologies for those that were waiting for the stories of sisters that are old enough to know better, but still do it (whatever *it* is) anyway.

I am in a serious funk. S.E.R.I.O.U.S. FUNK. I'm irritable, feel weepy, and am having trouble sleeping even though I feel exhausted. I'm sure it'll all pass soon, and it only has to do with the fact that I have things going on both in my personal life and at work. I just need things to be good/settled in one area, then I can handle everything just fine in the other area. I think it's making matters worse that I'm holding it all inside because I don't want to dump it on my husband right now. OK, I never do, but that's beside the point. He has enough to deal with and doesn't need a weepy, irritable wife on top of everything he's dealing with. So, I pretend as best as I can. That's tiring, but I wouldn't feel right about doing it any other way.

I think I need a really good cry right now. I haven't given myself permission to REALLY cry during this whole thing with my father-in-law because I have taught myself some great skills for holding it all in. Good or bad, it's something I do well and it's a skill that has come in handy over the years. Right now, I'm in robot mode. BJ had a get together with his friends on Friday night to toast his dad. There wasn't a dry eye in the house.

Except mine.

But I see things seeping out in inappropriate ways. If someone cuts me off or is too slow in traffic I over react. I get really annoyed if someone has their shopping cart in the middle of the aisle so I have to move it to get past them. Normally, I'm an easy going person and let things roll right off. Not lately. I feel like a bomb ready to go off.

Don't worry co-workers that are reading this... there are no bell towers anywhere nearby. I'm really not going to blow. It's just an expression.

Maybe once I get the work thing straightened out, I'll be much better. Even though I'm not necessarily worried about losing my job, it's stressful to be left hanging in the wind like I have been the last two weeks. I am fairly certain that everything will be settled this week. I hope that will get me out of this funk.

In additon to this, I'm feeling a whole lot of guilt. My oldest son is thinking about joining the military. He needs structure and believes that this will provide it. While I agree that the military would provide the structure he needs, I worry. This is not a good time to join the military. I also feel extremely guilty about the fact that my providing TOO MUCH structure, and too much of a safety net over the years has probably lead to this inability to be a successful independent young adult.

So, there's that too. It all piles up. One.On.Top.Of.The.Other.

Like I said a few days ago... I just want to pull the blankets over my head and make this month dissapear. Really. Will someone make that happen please?

March will be better, right?

Sis and I are going out today to celebrate my birthday. Yeah, I know, my birthday was like two or three weeks ago. Sis and I have made a tradition of giving each other the gift of a movie and lunch for our birthdays. 'Life' has kind of been happening around me, so we've had to postpone. BJ wants some time to himself before he goes back to work tomorrow, so today is the perfect day for Sister Day.

We do that stuff all the time anyway, but since it's my BIRTHDAY sister day, she has to pay. Ha! I'm going to order the most expensive thing on the menu. I'll let you know how that goes.


I'll be sure to take the camera with me, because you never know what kind of trouble the two of us will get in to.

Stay tuned...

Understandably, I'm not feeling particularly creative these days, so rather than leave you with nothing I've decided to go through saved letters I've written and post them here.

This one is from January 6, 2003:

I decided to join a chorale group that performs to benefit a local food bank and the first rehearsal was tonight. It was being held at "Our Saviour's" Lutheran Church. I got the directions off the site, so knew that I wasn't relying on my own resources and probably wouldn't get lost. Probably. OK, if you know my reputation for getting lost, I think you'll know where this is headed....

Well, the directions weren't so great. In fact, they were horrible. So, I drove around and found a Lutheran church that was close to the address that was on the site. There were cars parked around the church, so I figured that I had found it. Never mind that the name of this particular Lutheran church was different. I believe this one was called "Hope" Lutheran Church. I assumed it was just under new ownership (I have no idea how the Lutheran church works....)

I didn't see anyone going into the building, but I was early so didn't think much of it. At least I was smart enough to leave myself a LOT of time. I went to the door and opened it. I heard voices, so I just followed until I found a group of people (I visualized the hairs on the back my mother's neck standing up. She doesn't much care for this sort of bold behavior....)

They were sitting in a big circle, which I found to be rather suspicious. They also looked a little ummmm, serious. I stood at the doorway and tried to listen in to see if I was indeed in the right place before barging in. I still had hope that maybe they were just discussing the piece or something. I did get some "don't be shy, come on in..." type of looks, but I held my ground (thankfully.) I couldn't hear what they were talking about because they were awfully quiet. Quiet and serious (get a clue, Lori..)

I felt that turning around and walking out might have been insulting at this point, so continued to stand there and look stupid. Shortly, someone got up and walked over to me. I said, "this isn't a choir rehearsal, is it..." Nope. Come to find out, it was an AA meeting. I scurried out of there.

I did find the right church eventually. Maybe I'm just sick in the head- but I love it that this stuff happens to me. It sure makes for a funny story...