The next thing I remember was that I was having a really vivid dream and woke up to one of those scenes from a movie where silhouettes standing over me were starting to become clearer. I was lying on the floor. There was an ice pack on my neck and on my belly under my shirt, they had a fan on me and the guy was telling me to rock my knees back and forth. And way off in the distance, I heard someone say, "Get me my purse! I have to call her mother!"
I get to see my mom's smile during the day, and if things are quiet enough I can catch the sound of her laugh as I'm walking by. I cannot explain the boost I get inside when I hear it--as if there IS a chance that things may turn out okay after all.
Random comments about Encyclopedia Brown vs. Nancy Drew that started it all: 2
Miles of separation in March 2005: 2039
Initial text messages—determining how all future children will be named: 6
My CSI training tells me that either you're a hacker and you're spoofing Jon's IP address OR you're at Jon's computer.
After the fraudulent votes (I guess we had three) were thrown out, we placed 70th with a total of 764 votes. AND THAT IS DAMN IMPRESSIVE, FOLKS, considering there were what I believe to be thousands of other entries to choose from.
"You know, 'Women's Sizes.' That's where all the men go to buy their women. They have them in all sizes."
As the sun came up through the floor-to-ceiling windows we got the last of our stuff out of the condo. It was sad. That place was the last remainder of my old professional life, ten years of slogging crap hours for little pay doing what I enjoyed and hoping it would eventually pay off. All those weekends not going out with my friends, of living with my parents so I could save to buy a place of my own. And it's all vapor, now.
"C'mon, you know me. I bite off more than I can chew with EVERYTHING I do. But then I somehow manage to chew it all."
And now I can add balloon-animal artist to my resume.
It's just business. But when business is about one of the most important days of your life, it's hard not to take personally.
Thanks for reading!!
'grats, Cadiz! 6 years is certainly something to be proud of.
ReplyDeleteWow . . . 6 years of blogging, that's a long time.
ReplyDeletefun times... fun times ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks to you too :-)
ReplyDeleteHigh five!
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