The Truth Is Often Stranger Than Fiction

So the creeper plumber (that's the name I have given to him) is supposed to be in my room today putting in the new thermostat which happens to be behind my lovely 7ft tall Ikea bookcase. This meant that last night I had to remove all of my 140 some odd books. They are all piled up on my desk, some being in a wash basket. The disorganization of them hurts me. I just have the need to put them back in their wonderful alphabetical order. It's like cruel and unusual punishment. And it doesn't help that creeper plumber blocked my car in so I can't even leave yet. Although he did ask if I would need to get out and I said yes (because I have a hair appt at 12) and he got annoyed. REALLY!?!? He has an hour to do whatever he needs to do and he has another guy with him. It also isn't my fault that he takes up our driveway like he owns the place. Oh and did I mention I am home because we had another Swine Flu day.

So let's get back to the fact that he will be in my room, Hi uncomfortable feeling. I'm not a fan of strangers in my room, especially ones I find creepy. For the past 2 weeks I wasn't comfortable with him in the house never mind my room.

Sooooooooooooooooo I don't have work tomorrow thanks to the wonderful teacher at SDMS who may be infected with the Swine Flu.... WHAT?!!? It's almost a week and a half since we got back from vacation and NOW we have someone who may be infected...craziness.

And now I am watching SVU and they are talking about vaccines and unimmunized children. Although I know that it is believed that vaccines MAY cause autism, they are still important for the safety of the child and every one else. And what I don't get is that people who themselves have their immunizations choose to not her their children immunized. CRAZY!

So I have recently realized something, and don't think I'm crazy. Cause I'm not. And please don't let Courtney be the only person to not think I'm crazy after this.

My realization is that since Kenny has been in my life I have had less to practically no 'experiences' of my dad. Now wait let me explain. Since my dad's passing whenever I would get upset, no matter what it was, I would get a tingling sensation on my cheek, sometimes right and sometimes left. Without fail when I would get sad or cry there he was. But since I have been with Kenny I can't recall any such happenings. And I would like to think that it's because now I have someone I can depend on and who can comfort me and loves me. And let me tell you, this realization is bittersweet. I'm happy that I have Kenny and that he can give me all that I need, but it's upsetting not having those moments, if you will, with my dad. I know you are thinking I'm crazy, but a) it takes one to know one and b) there is never anything wrong with faith.

So that is that for my crazy rant for this evening.

Basically my new summer wardrobe...I don't have all the pieces yet but I just ordered the tops, dress and flip flops and I already own the capris.

Summer Outfits by invinciblesmile featuring Old Navy clothing

You know, the title of my blog really couldn't be more true. The truth really is stranger than fiction. For example, my bestes friends skeezy, psycho ex who e-mails me that he wants me to help him win her heart back. WHAT?!?! Do I look crazy? Like really? I have quite a few select words for him which I will not send because frankly, he isn't worth my time. But I can't believe that he seriously thinks I would help him. Oh the wackos in this world.

We went on a fun adventure today to find the house that the Haunting in Connecticut is based on. It wasn't nearly as creepy looking as in the movie.

People always say how wonderful their boyfriend is because of what they bring them or buy them, well mine is wonderful for knowing things without me telling him. He acknowledged something that I wasn't sure if he knew or remembered Saturday night which sent me into being a blubbering idiot, which was ok because I had to get it out somehow. And for that, he is wonderful. And the fact that he's a smarty pants and apparently artistic. He also came over last night to cuddle with me because I wasn't feeling well. There is nothing like snuggling up to Garden State.

Sorry if I don't make much sense, I am conjested thanks to this lovely cold my parents gave me.

So I finished Driving With Dead People last week. I absolutely loved it. I really need to read more memoirs by every day people, they are much more entertaining than celebrity ones. So I ended up picking up Speak as my next book. I read it within 3 days and wasn't impressed with it at all. I don't know if it was because I had to read a 14 year olds point of view or what. It did have a good message in it, but I've read better. And so onto my most recent book, A Wrinkle in Time. I just started it this afternoon and have only gotten through a few pages so I can't really say much for it.

I had a lovely week and now it is vacation time. And by vacation time, I mean that I don't have to deal with middle schoolers but TR kids for 3 days instead. And this is a better deal. Today I ran around the world going to numerous stores and spending money. It was fun and now I am wiped out. Just made a few more beads at Kenny's, I can't wait to see how they come out.

Tomorrow Kenny and I are taking Alex and Ericca to see Monsters vs Aliens in 3-D. That is going to be soooo much fun, and the only event that got me through this week. It is also Ericca's birthday which just makes it super special. her birthday party is Saturday and at Chuck E Cheese's, which I absolutley hate. I have never liked the place where a kid can be a kid. It is also so loud and chaotic.

Well I'm going to sign off Kenny's computer and pick up my book which he makes some beads.

Have a wonderful Passover and a Happy Easter!

The impending date is among us. It isn't a day that I actively try to remember, but one that embedded into my every thought. Conscious or unconscious.

It's really amazing how fast time flies by and how only certain events can remind you of this passing. Soon I will have been without as long as I was with which is an odd idea to wrap ones mind around. I'm not trying to be a downer or have self pity. I think its more of a recognition of thoughts and feelings I don't usually make myself or others aware of. It is a part of me as much as I don't want it to be and I'm not sure people understand that. It has made me who I am and who I will be. It is what has decided the rest of my life and how I respond to situations and events.

A musical is no longer a musical but something that causes involuntary tears when the first note is played. An odd obsession with death and ghosts develops, but no need to actually encounters. Seeing a scary movie or watching Ghost Hunters is more than entertainment but a connection that I once had.