A Glimpse into my mind

eternalmusings and I managed not to kill our mother today. I think she is convinced we are trying.

Today was the National Zoo. I love Zoos. I'm not sure of my current Zoo bitch status but it didn't matter today. Free admision to National Zoo.

I got to see the Pandas. That's all that is important. Got pictures of the baby. Wheeee.

The maned wolf was hiding. So where the ring tailed lemurs. I got pictures of the brown faced lemurs though. Also of the free range golden lion tamernins, the golden haired lion haired tamerins.

I really had fun. Though I would have liked to have been able to walk faster. Mom moves slow. Walking at her pace hurt as I had to take tiny steps and move slow. I'm now too used to walking faster with long strides.

After the zoo (which was all day, as in 11 am to 4:30) we came back to sis's apartment and refreshed before going to dinner with Mom's cousin to celebrate sis's birthday.

We are back now, gonna do a few things around here then bed.

Tommorow is going to Arlington Cemetery before heading to the airport and comng home.

Talk to you tomorrow.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to. ~Dodie Smith

For the last many months I’ve been trying to figure out the concept of family. ( Read more... )

The weekend went by way too fast and too slow.

Boss and Ro came out Friday night for the event this weekend. With them they brought the puppy... Ping the Pug. He's an adorable bundle of 4 month old energy. The cats however were not nearly as amused by the little boy as the humans were. Alex and Talia hid from this demon creature. Tzar was braver and watched to make sure that this THING didn't destroy his home. A couple times there were some communication issues that lead to Tzar swatting at Ping and the puppy barking. It in all honesty sounded like Tzar had a new squeek toy for a while.

The event would have been more fun if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sick. I"m not entirely sure if it's allergies, a cold or a combination of the two or something else completely. Whatever it is has lead to a very bad breathing weekend. My head is all muddly, my chest feels like a 40 pound iron band is strapped across it and I am sluggish. I spent most of the event curled up in the shade next to the list field trying to not be cranky at people.

This however was hard as dicea, bakestondone and I ended up with the care of said Ping monster. This meant every rude and illmanered child came over to play with the puppy. At least grown-up first asked if they could pet the dog before doing so. I lost count on the number of children who just walked over and picked up the puppy without asking. Or worse SAT, on me or dicea so they could be near the puppy.

If it were not for the fact that I really wanted to go to court I would have left at about 11am that morning and not bothered to come back. I like most children. And usually SCAdian children more so. Most SCAdian children have manners, not to mention scads of aunts and uncles to watch and discipline them when mom and dad can't. But frankly it's getting to the point wher even the SCAdian children need a good old fashioned spanking, a stern talking to and their toys taken away until they can learn to behave.

Anyway, court for the event was nice. Several people I like very much got awards they very much deserved. And court didn't take as long as I had feared. This being the last event before coronation it could have been a LOT longer with the "we missed you at other events so we are going to give you your award now" awards.

After court I changed and went home. I would have liked to have gone out with the household for dinner but my lungs and head just wouldn't let me even think about doing anything more than going home and going to bed.

Yesterday was seeing Boss and Ro out early and then having Dicea make me take more cold meds and go back to bed. The sleep was good but I woke up feeling actually worse than when I went back to bed.

This morning I'm still feeling horrible. But I have to go to work. And what makes it worse is that my hours this week suck giant rabid monkey turds. See we have been informed we are getting a new night girl. I guess it's to make up for us getting rid of the wonder twit a couple months ago. But see... the amount of work has been such lately that we really don't need another night girl. Now granted the one that we do have, the one that's been working for the other originations girl, hasn't exactly been doing stellar work. It may be that they want to get this new girl, Stephanie/Samantha/something like that, trained up before they do anything about the other one.

Now nights, while icky, allow me to sleep in and things. But this week I don't get four straight days of nights. I get Monday, Wednesday and Thursday 1pm to 9pm and Tuesday and Friday 8:30am-4:30pm. Yes I had stated I can't work Tuesday night because it's scribal night. So the schedule is partly my fault. That doesnt' mean I can't still whine about it.

Not to mention complain about the fact that if it weren't for the fact that I have to train this girl tonight I"d be calling in because I can barely see and think striaght and can't take a deep breath.

So, to the world I say "MEH!"

I'm going to go find some food and complain to the cats some more before getting ready for work.

So I've been sick this week. Really sick. And I blame my co-worker completely for it. She's the one that came in on Friday coughing and sneezing and saying she was running a fever of 103.

I didn't start feeling it until Sunday. But man did I get hit. Chills, sweats, sneezing, coughing, high fever, shakes, the works. I was out of work Monday. Went in Tuesday but shouldn't have and ended up staying home today. But I slept a good chunk of today and am feelng better for it.

But that's not the reason for this post. During the few times of consciousness today I watched daytime television. Today's theme seemed to be "I don't want to be alone" and other forms of people whining about being single.

As I rolled my eyes on it, I got to thinking. Why does today's society assume that if you are single you are alone? Or lonely?

I'm 31, never been married, no kids and perfectly content. But yet I face everyday people who can't seem to fathom that I can be happy in my singularity. I have a mother who has handed me paper pieces with URLs of match-making websites or tried to introduce me to a friend of hers who has a single son.

But just because I am single doesn't mean I'm lonely or alone. Lonely is a state of mind. You can be lonely in a crowd of people.

I have a small but close circle of friends. I have a social life. In fact I can pretty much guarentee that I have a more active social life than some of my "married or in a committed relationship" acquaintences have.

I have a standing friday night dinner date with people I love. We go out for dinner and enjoy each others company and there is none of the pressures that I associate with "dates". It's just us having fun.

But I wonder... am I supposed to feel guilty because I am not interested in having a "committed relationship"? Upset that I don't have that "one person" in my life? Am I not a complete person because I'm opting to be single?

I don't care. I'm content. I don't need another person to make me feel complete. I don't need to have someone else's clutter in the house. I have enough of my own thank you very much.

Of course... when you're sick... the cats just don't give the same kind of sympathy a human does when you whine and are needy.

But you know... all in all... I think I can deal.

So the conclusion to all my thinking... single doesn't mean alone. And I like my singularity.