Useless Blogging

I’ve touched on this before, but I feel like it’s worth bringing up again. Change the channel if you’re not interested in further self-reflection.

I’m still working out where it is that I fit in my new life. Every now and again I try to tell myself that I’m the same person, just with new circumstances around me, but even I’m not buying that too much anymore. The changes that the new year has brought have wrought their havoc, for better or worse.

I’m out of touch with all the people and (literal and metaphorical) places I was before, and in touch with all sorts of other people and (literal and metaphorical) places that are either new or were far less frequently visited than they were prior to the Big Life Shift. Tonight is the longest I’ve been in front of my home PC for weeks, and it’s only been about 2.5 hours thus far.

I’m reading books. I’m not playing games; at least, not with the religious fervor of the past. I’m working 12+ hour days (sometimes) in an office, and driving home with a smile on my face. I’m spending more time with my family (despite the long work days), which sounds like a good thing, but home life is at times strained by the fact that I HADN’T been spending time and life was getting along well without me. This creates this odd sort of feedback loop that I don’t quite get.

And so it seems that I’m not the only one trying to figure out what’s become of me.

Via The Consumerist.

Me, yesterday (though it could apply anytime in the past three months or so):

If boogers were dollars, I could put my kids through college.

Enjoy. Nothing too naughty, but “Safe for Work” is relative to your boss.

For sale (or free to a good home): Estee Lauder Youth Dew Dusting Powder.

For those who like to powder their noses, and abs, and rear, and everything body-part-like. (Julie is not one of those people.)

On 2/28/2008, Grandmom passed away. Aside from the love and the longing, two memories have been racing through my head:

- Playing with my He-Man characters with her when I was… 8, maybe. I got the good guys, and she got the bad guys, and I let the bad guys win, just for her.
- The look on her face, about three or four weeks ago, when I gave her the most recent picture of the girls.

Almost 62 years of marriage, almost 60 years of motherhood, almost 30 years of grandmotherhood, almost 9 years of great-grandmotherhood. She’s survived by my grandfather, my dad and uncle, and then eventually, me.