Hi kids.
So, remember that job I hate? Suncoast? Yeah...I got employee of the month for March. I don't know where my mad skills are coming from, but I'm on fire! Every shift I've worked I've gotten one or more things that we're supposed to sell. One day I got 3 replay cards, 3 reservations, and 1 Entertainment Weekly. EW's are hard mothers to sell, too. I've gotten 3 for March. Wowza! My love for Suncoast is a battlefield. I feel ya, Pat Benatar. I feel you.
Tomorrow is April, which means that tomorrow is Grant's birthday! Heebie jeebie, that's exciting! That also means that my birthday is 12 days from today and Zach's is 30. April is an eventful month. Let's take a looksie:
Apr 1: Grant is 21. Yay!
Apr 2-4: visiting school in Chicago
Apr 6: Chicago again for an art trip
Apr 9: 2 year anniversary of my dad's death
Apr 12: I'M 21. WOOOOOOOT!!
Apr 15: Death Cab for Cutie show, also in Chicago.
Apr 30: Zach is 20. Wha cha!
The zoo also opens in a few days, which makes me glad.
You may have noticed April 9th. That's a big day, and you know what- this year I think it's going to be easier. Last year I could feel myself dreading it day by day, but this year it's not so tough. I know that I'm not going to go into the dark depression that I had last year. That was terrible. I guess that this means that I've "healed" or whatever they say and have slowly been able to move on. I still miss him so so much and always will. I still cry when something really significant reminds me of him. I still love him more than anyone in the world, but I've transitioned into life without him. I always wonder "What if Dad were still here? Would I hate my mother so much? Would I still have been going for the environmental bio thing?" I don't know. I just know that I love him and miss him.
This past weekend I went to Iowa to help my mother with a dog show. I was by myself and bored out of my mind. I didn't realize it until I got there, but that show was the last one that my mom and dad did together. I drove him up and dropped him off. It was the last time that we spent together for more than twenty minutes. A four-hour drive together was the last time I spent one-on-one with Dad. I thought about that a whole lot over the weekend. It made me sad and angry because four hours is not enough time. Especially when he was only going to be alive for a few more weeks. I regret not hanging out with him enough. Too much thinking gets me into trouble.
In other happier and funnier news, yesterday Zach, Jared, and I went to Radio Shack for them to get boring boy stuff. There was this creepy old clerk man who was lingering around us and stuff. I looked him in the eye once and he took that chance to be like, "I've always wanted to ask a woman after I read that article- does it turn you off to shop in electronic stores?" How was I supposed to answer that? "Yes, these two boys had me all hot and ready to go, but then they were like 'let's go to Radio Shack' and I was like, 'Well- no sex for you." What?!? I just told him that yes they did, they made me cranky. Then I scampered away as best as I could, but Radio Shack is small so his eyes followed me around the room. Freaky deaky. Then he ran Zach up, but took forever and said that their bags suck, "to put it in vernacular." What a weirdo.
That's my update for the week. Sorry it took so long.
...on the next Ironic Chewiness...
Sandra and family take a visit to her college for the weekend. Will they survive in the windy city? Will Sandra kill her mother? Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!