I remember repeating that every 2 minutes to my mother while we were walking around Disney World back in May. I love Disney World especially Epcot. It reminds me of when I was younger and everyone thought we'd be flying in the year 2000. Some of the things at Disney still seem outdated i.e. the Polynesian. Funky 70's/80's musk smell and 70's decor but I still love it! If I wasn't saving for a damn DD tour I'd be there already! I'm so corn-ay! So needless to say my mother wanted to slap the crap outta me everytime I'd open my mouth. She's so nice! Oh man..I shouldn't have written this..cuz now I'll be on the Disney website booking a vacation for myself.
I like doing things by myself. Everyone (ok not everyone but still) always says, "oh well you should go on vacation with people blah blah blah." It's not that I don't like people..I don't like people dragging me down. I'm a loner..a rebel. So don't take it personally if I want to be by myself..consider yourself lucky!
Umm..I try to avoid drama. Lately some "people" have been trying my patience. I'm not going to say I was completely innocent and didn't embellish a few things but seriously...FUCK OFF. If you're a jealous bitch then we don't need to be friends. I'm too old (and so are you). This ain't high school.
Anyway I'm trying to plan an AC weekend. Apparently Bally's Wild Wild West has a mechanical bull. Who wouldn't want to see me get thrown across the room? I know I would! I was looking at the room rates. Good Lord. The House of Blues deluxe room has a TV in the shower? Riiiight. Well I'm trying to try everything at least once just to say I did it.
Serious notes:
According to the pulmonary dude my dad is okay.
I'm trying to help my mom with her DM. Cake is not the answer!
I keep dreaming about my dog, Meggie. We had to put her down last December and that was seriously the hardest decision. I know this sounds stupid or whatnot and some would say "it's just a dog!" but she was a part of our family for 13 years. Towards the end she'd have seizures, wouldn't want to go outside, wouldn't want to play, and just slept a lot. Vet said she had a brain tumor and the best thing to do would be to put her down. A part of you feels selfish for wanting to keep her around but then you feel like crap because you know she's not well. Then you feel like crap for putting her to sleep. It's just hard. I remember not sleeping at all that night. It was raining and windy. Trees blowing into the side of the house. My mother was sobbing. Saying she felt bad for me having to be a part of that decision. I went to work the next day because I just COULD NOT be in the house any longer. Red faced and puffy eyed I went.
The reason I think I keep dreaming about her is because she's not really gone. I'm not trying to be all New Age and shit but that's how I feel. So there. That's what I dream about. Aside from me and John Taylor in a hot tub and his turtley wife coming over and seeing us and our hands under the water. HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh me oh my!
Ugh....ummmmmmm...uhhhhhhh...back to me laundry!
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