Monthly Archives: March 2012

I got distracted by the creepy basement & the bean dip.

I was supposed to come straight home after work today to start laundry. Its overflowing. Both lights & darks. J-Bird & I have this graphic design event to go to tomorrow evening & we both need to look semi-decent, so laundry needed to be done.

However, when I finally managed to make it through traffic & get through the front door, I was exhausted, but had my mind set on doing laundry. I also have a confession. I never do laundry alone because I’m terrified to go down to our basement alone. That’s where the washer & dryer are: the basement. It’s creepy, dark, smells musty & there’s always camel crickets (google them) down there. I…picked up the laundry, then…froze up.

I then heard a buzzing sound coming from the attic. Dammit. The bees are back. Did they ever really go away? I don’t know. I figured I’d better not hang out near the attic too much longer. Better head back downstairs.

Upon walking into the living room I spotted the bean dip. Yes. Just what I need. An afternoon snack. With the Tostitos chips with the hint of lime. I hope J-Bird doesn’t make me sleep on the couch since I polished off the bean dip.

And never even got the laundry started. Whatever. I get distracted easily.

BrennaG.

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I’ve been awake since 3 am…whatever happens isn’t my fault.

I’m currently having my first bout of writer’s block. Its not even that I’m having an uninteresting week, either. I just really don’t know what I want to write about and I’m too tired to figure much else out. So I figured why pick a topic? I’ll just write a few minutes to let those of you that read know I haven’t forgotten that I do run a blog.

I’ve been awake since 3 am…whatever happens, whatever I say past this point, not my fault. Our yard has been taken over by caterpillars hanging from the trees…has this happened to anyone else? I don’t know if it’s just the area we live in or what’s going on, but I suppose I’d rather have a caterpillar infestation than a killer bee infestation, right? I mean, you have to choose your battles. Its kind of annoying when they land on your head. Or shoulder. And then you scream like a little girl.

In further news, I’ve become addicted to The Walking Dead. Best. TV. Show. Ever. But, please do tell me why I am always late to getting hooked on these things? Its like, everyone else likes something, then 6 months later (or 10 years later in the case of Harry Potter, hehe) I start liking it. Eh, better late than never I suppose. I haven’t caught on to the Hunger Games yet. Give me another year or so, I’ll catch up.

I saw 4 deer on the side of the road on the way home from work tonight. On the main highway. Just chillen there, eating some dindins. They did look mildly freaked out by all the cars, but then, perhaps they should have moved away from the road? Yea.

Good Night.

BrennaG.

I had the sex talk with my dad yesterday. At age 25.

Yea, for the first time ever. My dad & I are not the type of people to talk about serious things. We have the same sense of humor (& nose) so we always end up in humourous conversations. We avoid serious talk at all costs. Always. Until yesterday.

I’m still on my dad’s health insurance until I turn the ripe old age of 26. He figured by then either J-Bird or I would have a (real) job that actually offered health benefits (fat chance), so he agreed to keep me on his insurance even after I got married. Yesterday my dad called me on my lunch break to let me know that he had received a letter from my doctor that he thought was supposed to go to me, but he didn’t know that until after he opened it.

I’m on several medications, so of course I hoped that it was regarding my iron pills. My dad’s uncomfortable tone told a different story, The, uh, letter says that your, you know…BC pills aren’t covered by the insurance. Yea. He actually said “BC”. Oh, I knew that. I’m sorry that they sent that to you. I told my doctor that they weren’t covered, so they shouldn’t have even tried. I tried to play it cool. Well, if they just say it’s for your you know and not for the other stuff that you’re using it for than they might cover it. I’m surprised I was keeping up with this conversation. Dad, I’ve been on birth control for 5 years for my heavy you know. It’s not a big deal. It originally had nothing to do with the other stuff. Great. Now he knows I have sex. Not that he couldn’t have assumed. But I’d have rather it stayed that. An assumption.

So, yea, Dad, uh…did you get that email I sent? I attached some of my photography.

This is why I steer clear of serious conversations with my dad. And I never got the sex talk as a kid.

BrennaG.

I feel so close to double vision in the saltwater room.

All too often I get asked what kind of music I listen to. I don’t know why. I don’t know if I’m just mysterious & people can’t figure me out or if I’m hard to talk to so people are just trying to make small talk. Either way, I like music. All kinds. ridiculous stuff. Stuff that I sing loud & proud in my car. Guilty pleasures that no one else knows I listen to.

Today I break free. I spill all. I’m compiling a list. I’m not breaking them up into groups or anything, they’re just all going in there, my all time favorites, my guilty pleasures, & my current favorites (that are bound to get old by next week). In no specific order:

  • Feel So Close-Calvin Harris
  • Double Vision-3OH!3
  • The Saltwater Room-Owl City
  • Turn Me On-Nicki Minaj
  • Ah Mary-Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
  • Sexy & I Know It-LMFAO
  • Enchanted-Taylor Swift
  • Here in Your Arms-HelloGoodBye
  • Old Pine-Ben Howard
  • Starships-Nicki Minaj
  • Here Comes the Sun-The Beatles
  • Take Care-Drake ft. Rhianna
  • Follow Me Down-3OH!3
  • Sparks Fly-Taylor Swift
  • God is a DJ-Pink
  • I Love You Always Forever-Donna Lewis
  • Here it Goes Again-OkGo
  • Short Skirt Long Jacket-Cake
  • Love Shack-The B-52’s
  • Stronger-Kelly Clarkson
  • Love You ‘Till The End-The Pogues
  • How I Became The Sea-Owl City
  • Party Rock Anthem-LMFAO
  • Keep Your Head Up-Ben Howard
  • Alligator Sky-Owl City
  • You’re So Vain-Carly Simon
  • Born This Way-Lady Gaga
  • Brick by Boring Brick-Paramore
  • Dirty Laundry-Bittersweet
  • Straight up-Paula Abdul
  • Show Me What I’m Looking For-Carolina Liar
  • In Da Club-50 Cent
  • Hold it Against Me-Britney Spears
  • Don’t Upset the Rhythm-The Noisettes
  • I’m Not Coming to Your Party-3OH!3
  • Kamikaze-Owl City
  • Whoa Is Me-Down With Webster
  • Light Outside-Wakey!Wakey!
  • We R Who We R-Ke$ha
  • Glad You Came-The Wanted
  • Today Was a Fairytale-Taylor Swift
  • Basic Space-The XX
  • Keep Your Head Up-Ben Howard
  • C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips-OkGo
  • Marry Me-Train
  • Blah Blah Blah-Ke$ha

Alright, I know I’ve forgotten some, but there’s a few. Yea, a few. Tell me: What on here do you also listen to? What do you hate? What should I be listening to that’s not even on my list?

BrennaG

You know its time to get a therapist when…

Here are the indications that my week is slowly going downhill:

  • I’ve worn the same pajama pants to take J-Bird to work every morning so far this week.
  • I managed to wash my car on Monday, only to have it covered in mud (from the “parking spot” in my yard) & pollen (because I don’t get a carport like my roommate) on Tuesday.
  • Monday night my left eye randomly started swelling up.
  • The last bullet point lead to me having to wear my 5-year-old glasses all day yesterday (they’re hot pink, as icing on the cake).
  • I haven’t slept in 3 nights. Partly, though, because of the nightly thunderstorms we’ve been having.
  • I literally can’t stop watching episodes of The Walking Dead.
  • I’ve officially tried to convince J-Bird to move to Mexico & Georgia. I don’t know, either.
  • I still haven’t left the bed today. Or showered.
  • Wait, its only Wednesday?

You may not get another post this week,

BrennaG.

I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee.

Renovations on the Amityville house have officially started. We also have a bee infestation (again), so its like we’re taking one step forward & two steps back.

I’ve spent the majority of my lovely Sunday off stripping pink & white striped wallpaper off the guest bedroom wall & fighting bees in the attic with J-bird & his dad. They’ve mostly used a steamer to get the paper off (we only have one) while I was given the task of ripping it right off with my hands. I have no nails or patience left, but the room is about halfway done. I’m “taking a break”. For “water”. Oh, strike that. No quotes on the water. I actually did get water. But I don’t think doing a blog post is hardly considered a break. The wallpaper is ugly, outdated & messy. I can’t imagine a world where anyone would use pink stripes of any kind on their walls. Then again, I didn’t live here in 1954.

The honey bee infestation started yesterday as I was getting ready for work. Well, it started long before that, but that’s when it got really ugly. Like, I had to army crawl across the floor in my pretty dress to avoid a killer bee ugly. Whatever. I get all panicky around things that can sting me & J-Bird wasn’t home. As of today, we figured out that the bees are entering through our attic & we’ve found about 20 in our house (some dead around the attic door, most half alive, some fully alive). Apparently once they find their way in, they can’t get out. I’m still not sure what we’re going to do about them, I just hope they don’t attack me in my sleep.

If you don’t hear from me in a few days, assume the bees got me.

BrennaG.

I get spazy taking pictures of random people, so I give you…flowers.

As you guys know, one of my many interests is photography. I like photographing people a lot (mostly because it has the potential to make me money) but I usually end up shooting flowers or plant life or things like that. Thing is, I haven’t really been living here long enough to make friends that I feel comfortable enough photographing yet & I get all spazy taking pictures of random people. I know that flowers & plant life can get old & cliché pretty quickly, but I try to make it as interesting as possible. Let me know what you guys think.

So, this morning I went on a walk (gasp!) & actually got some pretty good photos. I’m withholding the best of the best in case I want to use them for my “professional portfolio” because I don’t like to use them 2 different places. So, I give you, the 3 & 4 bests.

On the walk back, I almost got attacked by a bee & I saw a guy dancing on his porch. It was quite the eventful morning.

 

BrennaG.

I’m about to resort to doing shameful things on street corners for money…

like starting a lemonade stand. Duh. What did you think I meant? Oh, ew. No! So you guys have already heard about how I hit rock bottom (slowly trying to work my way back up, thank you very much) & about how I have been looking for a new job (only one offer, part-time, making LESS than I am now…uh, no thanks).

We’re pretty broke, but I went on a rant yesterday about how I want to change my thinking & make the most of what we have now. That means, I’m going to try to stop stressing so freaking much about finding the perfect job & just go with the flow & maybe pursue other dreams (I majored in graphic design in school & have been waiting to land that grandiose job). Maybe I will save some money on hair dye as my hair will stop getting more & more gray.

In honor of this new change, I decided to do a post (& a list, yay!) of past jobs I’ve had to prove how crazy things have gotten in the past. I am not revealing the actual names of any of the places I’ve worked…because, well, that’s just unprofessional.

1. The fast food place. Reeked of raw chicken. ALL THE TIME. I did pretty much everything from working drive thru to the front line to some cooking. Was there for a year, left to go to college.

2. The steakhouse. I was a fill in hostess in between jobs. Stayed for 4 months before they went bankrupt & closed down.

3. The department store that had everything. I worked here on & off all throughout college. Originally I started as a sales associate on the floor in the children’s department, ended up being a receptionist. Was there a total of 3 years, left because I hated it & they pissed me off.

4. The magazine. Run by the college I went to, actually got to do graphic design work. SHOCK! Stayed for 2 years, then I graduated.

5. The internship. I got this straight out of college & actually moved halfway across the state to accept it. Did graphic design work (sort of)…then got fired 4 weeks in.

6. The photography studio. I actually liked this job at first, & it got me really interested in photography, but sucky management & a poor work environment caused me to leave 6 months in.

7. The dress shop. My current job. I’ve been there for almost a year and a half. I like it alright most days. I’m a receptionist & the people are really cool at the store I’m currently at, I just wish it were full-time.

There you have it. My sporadic work history. Now that that’s off my chest its time to go with the flow. We’ll see how long that lasts.

Peace.

BrennaG.

My mom got me out of jury duty like a boss.

As J-Bird & I were sitting in the floor in front of the couch the other day, he commented that he’d never been called for jury duty. Oh, I have, a few years ago. But, I got out of it. I commented nonchalantly. He laughed. You can’t just get out of jury duty. You’re such a liar.

You see, he does know me pretty well. He knows that I say crazy things all the time. This time, however, I was telling the truth. Back in college, I got the dreaded jury duty letter in the mail. I called my mom (of course, duh) to complain that I was wayyy too busy to do this whole jury duty thing, I had college to do.

Growing up, my mom was always the type of mom to write a note to get my brother & I out of everything. I know what you’re thinking: we should have taken on our own problems, my mom babied us (she did), whatever whatever, go ahead & cast your judgemental stares. Anyway, my mom asked me if I wanted her to write me a note to get out of jury duty. We laughed. We both knew she was joking, but only halfway. Then, we wondered if it would actually work.

I sent her the paper work & she wrote the note to the judge explaining that I was a very busy college student & would like to be excused from jury duty. A few days later, I received a letter in the mail telling me that I was excused. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.

As for J-Bird, I think I’ve convinced him that they think he’s dead. Whoever they are.

BrennaG.

I’m smuggling doughnuts in for grandma. I AM second favorite, after all.

Last night at 9:15, I got a panicked phone call from my younger brother, who lives in California, saying my grandma had been put in the hospital. I immediately asked the obvious questions, Why didn’t someone in North Carolina call me? Why is the kid that lives clear across the country calling to tell me this? What’s going on? My brother was getting his info from a text message sent by a cousin. Damn. My family has communication issues.

At 9:45 I had contacted my mom at her work to make sure she was in the know. She wasn’t. She flipped. My mom has 2 sisters, neither of which had called her at work. When she finally got ahold of one of them we found out that my grandma’s health had rapidly declined over the past few hours & they had taken her to the hospital because she could not breathe. Later that evening she was diagnosed with emphysema.

It had been a long time coming, I suppose. Grandma had smoked for…well, forever. Over the past few years she’d been having a lot of trouble getting around & breathing, but she wouldn’t stop smoking. What is emphysema exactly? I wasn’t 100% sure, so Wikipedia & I got together for coffee around midnight, long after I’d told my managers I wouldn’t be at work today, I had to go see my grandma 3 hours away. Emphysema is a long-term, progressive disease of the lungs that primarily causes shortness of breath. In people with emphysema, the tissues necessary to support the physical shape and function of the lungs are destroyed.”-straight from Wiki. Can’t be cured. Can’t be reversed. We can only make her time here more comfortable.

I left my house at 7:00 this morning to go see my grandma. I didn’t know what to expect when I got to the hospital, but I knew I had to do one thing: cheer her up. After all, out of 8 grandchildren & 2 great-grandchildren, I am the second favorite. 3 hours later, I had picked my mom up at her house & was getting some yellow roses at Lowe’s. Yellow roses are Grandma’s favorite. That’s when I saw the doughnuts. She loves the chocolate covered ones with the creme in the middle. I grabbed a doughnut to smuggle in to the hospital.

I’m always one to be slightly intimidated by hospitals, but never one to let it show. I walked into the room & was heartbroken at the sight of my grandma, pale, covered with tubes & bags & needles…but I didn’t let that slow me down. I sat the roses down, told her the room needed to be brightened. She was thrilled to see me, apparently no one had told her I was in town. I asked her if she’d eaten. She mumbled No. I smiled, I brought something to make you feel better. What kind of diet do they have you on? She shook her head. None really. They told me to eat whatever I wanted, they just can’t get me to eat that’s the problem. I pulled out the doughnut. I thought she was going to leap out of bed & take my arm off.

2 bites into the doughnut, a nurse comes in to check her blood sugar. Fat chance! Grandma glared at her. Well, you can prick my finger on that hand, but I ain’t putting down this doughnut, I don’t care what you say!

The rest of the day I spent mostly wondering when they were going to kick our family out of the hospital for…well, being us. To sum it up, my mom flirted with a doctor, my mom tried to get me a date with one of the cafeteria workers (& he may have asked me out), we ate ice cream out of a vending machine in the hallway (wtf?), my crazy great-aunt called me old then wandered around looking for jobs & I stalked a hot male nurse.

BrennaG.