Thread: Am I really this special?

Well, I figured it was time for another update. Although having a whole thread dedicated to just me? Im not that cool.

...some day...lol

So...where to begin.

Well, here are the main events...

I WAS seeing a boy. Very cute, well mannered, and a great sense of humor. Actually, I met him through my older sister. They were friends. So when he came out to visit her, and saw me...he asked for my number. That night we went out for a drive together...just the two of us, and back to his house to watch a movie. Obviously this made my sister jealous, because after that she wouldn't talk to me. And then a few days later she kicked the living out of me(I got my shots in, but I had to go to the hospital).She took an axe to my leg. She assumed I slept with him that night. Hello!? ONLY a hooker would do that.

I gave into him after a week. The sex was UHHHMAZING.My sister said he was small, and didn't know what he was doing...oh holy hannah was she wrong!!!!! But I was beginning to miss my sister, and finally came to the conclusion that he, and the sex were nothing to me compared to the companionship of my sister (even if he could give me FIVE orgasms in a row...im not kidding...but back to the point). We did have a pregnancy scare, and he told me that he didn't want it to happen that way. he wanted a '"real" family. And then after a month of him and I, he said that he found someone who was "girlfriend material". It was not me. Jerkface...So I said goodbye to him. I am glad to report that my sister and I are once again attached at the hip, and he's back to being nothing in my world. I dont want that to change, ever again. I love my sister. I COULD ask for a better one, but she wouldn't be the sis I know.

Another big change was my grandmother. She was diagnosed with lung cancer January 2nd, and passed away on March 14th. The day after my birthday. Watching her suffer was horrid. I would often stay the night at my grandparents house to watch after my grandma. The sound of her oxygen machiene is seared into my memory forever. Getting the call that she had passed almost killed me. I was lucky enough though to get her to myself for five minutes while in the hospital with her on the day of my birthday. It was especially hard to watch a woman who was once so full of life and vigor try to push herself up to try and hug me. She couldn't even talk. Her once booming voice became a mere whisper of mumbles.
About a week before she passed, my grandpa told my mom that I "upset" my grandma too much, and that I was not allowed back. I told that spry leopard of a grandpa to step aside. I then went to my grandma, very well knowing that my grandpa was listening and told her that I wasn't going anywhere, and that she wasn't dead yet, that I wouldn't treat her like a child. Not now, not ever.

We both cried, and she said thank you. Just remembering that makes me get all teary. Golly I miss her. My grandpa also gave me trouble for giving her water...which was very...rude of him. It was the way he said it. It upset my whole family (as they were at the hospital), and my uncle told him to get off my back. My uncle has been cut from the will....

Subject change....

My father had an angina attack ( a mini heart attack), and gave me my early christmas gift. I now own my own Deejay company, and he bought me a ticket to Paris (EEEEEEEE!). He knows I need a vacation, and this way, I can take these courses I am interested in on shoe making (I LOVE my heels...so why not make them?).

In the fall (which is still far away), I am taking lessons on how to make my own jewelery. Im talking about earrings, rings, necklaces, bracelets...I want to make it all.

Oh. My tumors have gotten bigger, and my left eye constantly twiches, and I lose my sight. I now shake, and have the memory of a 6 year old. So much for wanting to be a writer. My neurologist was a complete tool, and did nothing, so I was told to switch neurologists.

Ive also landed myself a high salary job. I am painting for a company. I even have a pink construction hat. So thats 2 jobs there. whew....

My neices and their mother still live with us. THAT is sometimes hard to deal with, but my patience grows everyday. The oldest (12) has hit puberty, which is killing me. I had to give her the female talk, as my sister was too embarassed. The youngest (7) has learned to talk back...'nuff said there.


....well. I think thats it. My apologies if I dragged on.