I don’t know how many days it’s been since I last blogged. Bout a week, I would say. I think the last thing I complained about was that boy. Which reminds me…

Heard from the Boy finally… last thursday at 7:45 am. I don’t know if he thinks I’m up that early, or I haven’t gone to bed yet… or if he even expected me to respond. We talked for about an hour and then he must’ve fallen asleep because he was quiet long enough for me to fall back asleep. 

Then he maintained radio silence until I asked him what a person would use a bachelor’s degree in Russian literature for. He said espionage. I wonder if that’s what Jaime from Mythbusters had in mind when he got his.

Apparently I’m stuck in the friend zone with the Boy. But I shouldn’t be surprised. He told me when we began talking that he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship because work is his life.

Silly me, I thought I was enough to make him change his mind. 

Listening to Brandy’s “Have You Ever.” Seems fitting.

Feeling a little bummed tonight. Little lonely…. craving a cuddle.

I don’t have a boyfriend. I know, shocker.

Sometimes I don’t want a boyfriend and am okay being single. Other times like tonight, I can’t help but feel melancholy about being single. Of course, I don’t go out of my way to make myself available to men. I’ve joined a handful of dating sites but I don’t go out to bars or anything like that.

My main problem is that I’m waiting for a boy to fall out of the sky and love me. I’m more comfortable with falling in love with a friend but since I don’t have any friends right now… it’s a little difficult when I keep myself in my bubble. 

There’s a boy I’ve been texting with since a little before Thanksgiving 2011. We were texting a lot just about every day for the first three months but since New Year’s it’s been pretty flat. At first, after the new year, he would go a day or two between texts, usually on the weekends, when he said he was busiest with work. 

Over the last month or so, it’s been a text every 3 to 5 days. It doesn’t make me feel good to feel like I’ve lost my sparkle and he finds me dull now. I want to call him out on it, but I don’t want him to flat out tell me that I’m not worth his time anymore. That he has better things to do. 

I haven’t heard a single peep from him since last Wed at around 11:30 in the morning. It makes me want to cry. 

My mom says I got too attached too soon. The only other times I’ve done that, it didn’t end well. I fell for my bestie and he’s got a boyfriend now. Then I fell for another friend and he’s now married to another of my friends. 

I feel like I’m not good enough to make an effort for when I DO put myself out there.

I heard on the Wendy Williams show, I think, that men’s rejection is God’s protection. That doesn’t make me feel better. 

It’d be nice if the people who came into your life, had a label on them somewhere with an expiration date. Although, that would probably be a bad thing, because the people who aren’t in your life for very long, you wouldn’t worry about developing a relationship with. You’d constantly have one foot already out the door. 

Mom suggested I sign up for Christianmingle.com… I guess I’m a christian but no more than I need to be at the moment. If I joined that site, I might as well join JDate or find out when the next Jehovah’s Witness meet and greet is and crash that. She’s a crazy woman but she just wants me to be happy and I love her for it. 

Sigh. Still feeling blue so it’s off to try to kick start a better mood with some Youtube videos.

I’m going to cheat and repost this as my Mother’s Day post. :D

forthedisneylove:

“Well a mother, a real mother, is the most wonderful person in the world;
She’s the angel voice that bids you goodnight
Kisses your cheek, whispers, ‘Sleep tight.’” -Wendy, in Peter Pan

Happy mother’s day!

My youngest sister got married in April of this year. It still burns my butt that she didn’t even think of me for half a second when choosing bridesmaids. She chose 3 of her friends. I would’ve been totally fine with not being a bridesmaid, had she taken the time to let me know why I wasn’t an option.

I didn’t end up going, but not because I wasn’t made a bridesmaid. I didn’t go because I was insulted that children weren’t allowed at the wedding… but her significant other’s baby sister was allowed to be there. My nephew is almost 6, he knows how to behave, especially at special events. According to witnesses, Her SO’s baby sister cried and carried on the whole time. Ridiculous.

And my nephew isn’t just any kid, he’s grown up under my mother’s care, so he’s like our little brother… at least that’s how I thought we all viewed him, but apparently not.

The really crazy part: She didn’t even want her OWN child to be there but she didn’t have a choice since all her babysitters were either at the wedding or in the wedding. How do you not want your OWN child, the whole reason you’re still with your SO, to BE INCLUDED IN YOUR WEDDING???

I don’t think I’ll ever understand that. 

I also don’t agree with how the whole wedding itself was done. It was rushed, which I was led to believe was because of her SO’s father being home on leave from his deployment in April, but he wasn’t there. How do you plan a wedding around something as fickle as the military?

She should’ve just saved the money and used it to throw a big party after going to the courthouse. There were so many things she could’ve handled better.

Oh, and you’re probably thinking, how could you not go to your sister’s wedding and show your support??? I didn’t say I didn’t support her decision to get married. If she didn’t feel the need to have her WHOLE family at her wedding, then I wasn’t going. Simple as that. 

gregabbott:

Tastes Better

Tonight at dinner my nephew said he wished he could be like Spiderman. To which I responded, “No, you wouldn’t.”

He asked why and I told him that he wouldn’t like being Spiderman because he would have to keep his true self a secret.

He asked why and I told him that there are people in the world who would want to hurt him for being different. They would think he was a bad person and want to figure out what’s wrong with him and change him. I told him to think about Wolverine and the other mutants who were hunted because they were different and to think about how they keep trying to capture Hulk to figure out what makes him the way he is. 

He looked at me and said, “That’s not right.”

If an almost 6 year old can figure that out, why can’t the rest of America???

Homosexuality is just one thing that makes someone different from someone else.

It doesn’t change the fact that that person is in fact a human being.

Why, just because I’m heterosexual, does that grant me the right to marry any man I want, be he a killer or abusive? But if I should choose to want to be with a woman, that right is taken away?

I understand, a little, why the Bible-thumpers don’t want it to happen but why does the government have any right to say anything about something as personal as marriage? I say the government should butt out.

If it’s okay to accept tax money from a homosexual, then they should be allowed the same rights as a heterosexual.

pingszoo:

It’s been quite a week: losing MCA, Maurice Sendak and Vidal Sassoon! Madness.

On that note, it was quite a bittersweet surprise when the NYTimes called to have me illustrate a little letters piece in honor of Maurice Sendak, which I gladly did. There was one letter especially moving from a woman who was abused as a young teen, and while waiting to see how her future will play out after reporting the abuse she found strength in Where the Wild Things Are.

Take a look at the other letters here.

RIP, you legends!

I loved when Max did this. Made me laugh so hard :D

Saw the woman who did these, design a chair cover on that design show with Genevieve on HGTV last weekend. It was ugly but so cool.

fer1972:

Extreme Crochet by Agata Olek

Aw yeah ;)