Sorry there will be some technical difficulties...I tried to change my template and everything got completely messed up!!!
***UPDATE***
Well...the good news - I've figured out the template and how to set up my links again. The bad news - I've lost all my comments - again!!!
This past weekend, while I did my various errands I scanned the crowds for my aunt's face. I do this a lot. I try new places in the area to increase my chances of bumping into her if she happens to still be in the area.
And that's the funny thing. I have no idea if she's still even in this country. Her last known address was in Queens - but she could be anywhere. And I haven't seen her in 13 years. She could look completely different. Then there's what to do if I DO see her. Do I walk up to her and say "Hey - it's your niece that you haven't seen in thirteen years - how are you? And by the way, your sister is dead."
One or two weekends ago, I was hanging out with some friends in Brooklyn. Williamsburg to be exact. There was a girl there, a friend of a friend, who I started talking to. We chatted about where we hung out, what music we enjoyed and what we did for work. She argued that "We Built This City" did not deserve to be on any Worst Songs Ever List. She tried to make me laugh by telling me stories of awful bathrooms in nondescript sports bars. She eventually got around to asking me where I lived. When I told her, I got a response that was similar to this:
"Oh my god. I hate __________ (insert any suburb name here). I live on the Lower East Side. Blah Blah Blah awful. Blah Blah Blah I could never live there. Blah Blah Blah I love the city."
This, in turn, sparked a whole debate about suburb life and how terrible can be.
Well, no shit Sherlock. Last time I checked, almost every place in the universe has cons to living there. I'm not in love with the area that I currently reside but it's not like I'm driving around my 2.5 children and their soccer team in my minivan all week either. This girl had no idea what my circumstances were and why I live here. And she slammed where I live numerous times that evening. I really didn't feel like getting into the whole "Well, my mom died, you see. So now I care for my 83 year old grandmother and I didn't want to uproot her from the area she's lived in for the past fifteen years while she was grieving for my mother" conversation. I really didn't feel like I had to justify where I live.
And the twit was wearing a trucker hat. It's okay for you to give me shit about where I live but you can look like a hiptard wannabe and that's cool?
I haven't been updating a lot. I've been losing my mind.
Before Easter, I ran over something in the road (no it wasn't alive). It looked like rebar or some kind of metal used in construction. When I ran it over - it set off my passenger side airbags. I took it into the dealership service department and they told me the damage and that it would take about ten days.
Well, that was over a month ago. You see, I bought the sporty limited edition version of my car. Apparently the seat covers that got blown off when the airbags went off are no where to be found.
So, I've been driving a rental car this whole time. I have no idea how I'm going to pay for all this.
