Trying to See the Awesome in the Notsome

The reason I do my “This Week Was Awesome” thing is because it helps me see the awesome even when my week has been utter crap. It helps me think of that instead of dwelling on the shit.

However, this past week or so hasn’t been good, health-wise, for my family.

My great-grandmother is turning one hundred and freaking one years old on the 19th¹. She is old. She went into the hospital last week during the day, but was home by that night. The doctor told my aunt and uncle that she’s in the very beginning stages of congestive heart failure.

People can live for a while with congestive heart failure, but she’s 101 so what could be 10+ years for many people, probably won’t be for her. I’m hoping for a few more years, at least, but I’m trying to take advantage of the time I have with her. She’s my last living grandparent and a snarky one at that. I love that lady. When she was 98 she told me she wanted to slit George W. Bush’s throat. I nearly died laughing. It was beautiful. On Inaguration Day this year I called her and she was giggling she was so happy. She’s so adorable!

Then last night my dad had to go into the hospital because he faceplanted on some cement after tripping over a boulder in his friend’s backyard. After several hours, his head wouldn’t stop bleeding. It looks like someone shoved a baseball underneath his skin. This is disgusting. Thankfully, he didn’t have a concussion. A few stitches and they sent him on home. As a sidenote, apparently the first thing he said when he walked into the house was, “Now, I don’t want you to be worried, but…” before coming up the stairs² to show my mom his face.

Want to know the most worrying words in the English language? Those are them.

Also, my brother went to the doctor and found out he’s been walking on a fractured foot for over a year ever since a wrestling accident last year. *facepalm* And our family friend who lives with us had another seizure a couple days ago.

In other news, I have been having a lot of migraines and bad headaches lately. They always start behind the same eye and that’s making me nervous. I should really make a doctor appointment, though I’m going to wait until after my finals are over and done with this week.

Oh, yes, finals. I make things way too difficult for myself. If I’d just done stuff when it was assigned, I wouldn’t have to spend so much time worrying about the fact I wasn’t doing work. :P But I find it incredibly difficult to do schoolwork or anything, even, when I’m stressed out and distracted. Meh.

1. Funny story: Last year around July she was trying to make a doctor’s appointment over the phone and the receptionist could not understand when she gave her birthday as “12-19-08.” She just kept saying, “But…this is 08,” even when my grandma clarified she meant 1908 as in, SHE IS OLD. I lol’d in real life. ↩
2. We live in a split-level house with an entryway and then stairs leading either to the basement or to the living area floor. This means no matter what, we have to walk up an asston of stairs to get into the house. Fun for my brother–see above! ↩

This Week Was Awesome Because… (Vol. 1.3)

1. On Monday, the power went out so my mom, our family friend who lives with us, and I all ended up playing gin for hours with Disney villains playing cards. Sometimes it’s just simple things like the power going out that is needed to bring your family a little bit closer together.

2. On Wednesday I had a slice of pesto pizza from Hot Mama’s (just off Broadway in Seattle’s Capitol Hill) that actually made me stop walking and say, “Holy shit.” Delicious.

3. On Thursday night at 11PM, I ordered the world’s most annoying alarm clock. Despite using free shipping, it was delivered to my house on Friday around 4PM. 1) What the hell and 2) awesome!

4. On Friday night I saw one of my best friends’ faces for the first time in the month. Epic times were had!

5. Today I watched How I Met Your Mother for the first time…and promptly finished the first season today as well. And am currently watching the beginning of season two. Yeah, I’m addicted. NPH is amazing. :D

Why was YOUR week awesome?

I’m Turning Into My Dad!

Yeah, you read that right. I’ve transformed into my dad. As my dad is a self-admitted crazy man, as Rachel (and countless others who have met him in real life) can vouch for, this distresses me greatly. :P

However, thankfully, the particular issue that has forced me to utter this haunting phrase, is just that I can hit my snooze button for hours.

My mom and I used to mock my dad because his alarm will start going off at 5AM and he would still be laying in bed at 9AM! Worst part: He doesn’t even hit the snooze. He will just let his alarm clock go off for four goddamn hours.

I UNDERSTAND NOW, DAD. I apologize.

At the beginning of this quarter, I was waking up around 7AM every day, no problems, and getting extra work done in the morning. I thought not having class until 11AM (although that means I have to catch my bus at 9:45AM because I live so far from school) meant I’d have more time to be productive in the morning!

Yeah, no. I apparently don’t know myself at all. Alarm starts going off at 7AM. I set three separate alarms¹ on my phone and it generally goes off every 3-5 minutes. By the time 9AM, I’ve probably hit snooze about 30-40 times. Perhaps choosing the Firefly theme song, “Piazza, New York Catcher” by Belle & Sebastian, and “Willkommen” from Cabaret as my alarm clock tones wasn’t the wisest idea I’ve ever had.

So I just purchased the world’s most annoying alarm clock, except I purchased it from Amazon despite my love for ThinkGeek. Saving $15USD, plus free shipping demolishes all brand loyalty.

Am I the only one who cannot force themselves to get up? Also, for those of you who can’t get your asses out of bed, are you also severe procrastinators like I am? I think there’s a correlation there. ;)

1. Mostly because I can do that weird iPhone swipey motion in my sleep and turn off my alarm entirely without actually opening my eyes. *facepalm* ↩

I Think It Says Something About Me That I Immediately Went to the Internets for Help Instead of Finding Out What Was Going On

Um. There is a crazy man I’ve never seen before in my life in my yard with a chainsaw.

And my pear tree is missing.

Update:

Um. So. Apparently my dad¹ hates pears.

So he found a hobo on the street.

Handed him a chainsaw.

And was like, “Hey, man, go to town. Also, have some bacon.”

And now the man with the chainsaw is screaming, “YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!” every time he revs that shit up.

It sounds like an episode of CSI: Miami up in this bitch.

I wish my life was boring.

1. I get my GENES from this man. How freaking scary is that? ↩

I Think I’ll Call Him ‘Lunch’

So I walk into my room, like I do sometimes, but something’s different. Something…squeakily different, actually.

A mouse in a plastic box chillaxing on my great-grandmother’s little red table, to be more specific.

Cue shouts of my brother’s name combined with, “WHY IS THERE A MOUSE IN MY ROOM?!”

Apparently two mice were bought to be my brother’s python’s dinner. But Monty happened to die unexpectedly from unknown causes that day. Very unfortunate for Monty, but uber-lucky for the mice.

My brother apparently doesn’t like this one, but I can’t understand why.

It’s absolutely adorable. You should see the nose thing. The nose thing kills me.

Update: I know why. This mouse is a fucking ninja. A g-ddamn skydiving escape artist.

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