I finally finished the semester with two A’s. Yes, the hellish paper is finished and was deemed worthy. I got an A- on it, presumably because I didn’t do 100% documentation. I documented my sources, but not correctly in all cases. I think MLA format was invented by the devil.
Today is Mother’s Day, so I give a big shout out to the woman who birthed me and put up with me for all these years. I’m sitting on her couch listening her talk to my aunt (her sister), like she does every Sunday from 12:00 PM – 1:00 PM. It’s a hard day for my aunt. It’s the anniversary of her daughter’s death from ovarian cancer, and it’s a cruel trick of fate that it would fall on Mother’s Day this year. It will again in 2014. One month later is the anniversary of my aunt’s GRANDDAUGHTER’s death in 2005 – a freak accident that happened several years after her mother (my aunt’s daughter) died. Sad…this time of year is very sad. I guess the bright side could be that it makes you more appreciative that you have your family and you have the friends you do (if you do), but I wonder what possible consolation there could be for someone like my aunt who has lost so much. It’s a lot to think about.
I think I’m going to start writing short stories about some of my family and tie them all together in a dark, depressing, Faulkner-esque kind of way. I might even through some regional slang in there. So stay tuned for that, because it should be pretty fun to read.
My husband is helping my father build a shed in the backyard of my parent’s house. He’s generally easy to get along with, but today he was pretty darn grumpy. I can hear him talking to my Dad and he’s laughing and stuff, so I guess he’s either in a better mood, or he’s planning to go home, beat up the cat, take a crap in my favorite shoes, and start drinking by 1:00. I’ll accept either, but I’d rather he takes it easy on the cat. She’s getting older and can’t defend herself like she used to (**disclaimer to anyone who might read this: although the possiblility that anyone at all reads this blog is laughable, on the off chance someone stumbles across this, please don’t report me to PETA. I don’t allow my husband to beat my cat, nor do I beat my cat, and I don’t advocate cat-beating in any circumstance. Unless the cat is your size or larger, and it took your shoes).
I’m taking Mom to get a pedicure once she gets off the phone. Happy Mother’s Day!