Gee, I'm great at this whole be consistent thing, aren't I? A month (or so) without a post. Oh well. It's been a very busy month (or so).
Also, I just noticed that FOUR people commented on my last post. FOUR! None of whom I know! I didn't even realize....I mean, I didn't know...I'm absolutely flabbergasted (good word, right?)...I'm grounded...or floored...however the stupid phrase goes. I really didn't think anyone would read this. Especially not after just one post. What a strange feeling.
I've so much to write about what has happened since my last post, I just don't know how to narrow it down! Which leaves me with very little to write. At the moment, the pressure to write all is too much for me to handle so I'm going to re-post a note I once wrote on myspace, then later transferred to facebook. It is from about three years ago now, when I was fresh out of high school, had just moved in with my then single sister (she is now married with baby number two on the way), and just started my first year of college. It is titled 'Pancakes.' Enjoy!
Thursday, March 13th, 2008
Mood: Cantankerous
So I woke up this morning at 8 a.m. on my own, without an alarm clock! This phenomenon has become an ever-increasing event on days when I’m able to sleep in, which by the way, today, I didn’t need to roll out of bed until 11 o’clock, 11:30 if I felt like pushing it (which I always do). And today my inner clock (which seems to be a little cuckoo lately) decides 8 am is the time I need to get up. I think this is a side effect (affect? I’ve never been able to figure it out. . .English teachers the world over have permission to be very ashamed.) of my everyday waking time of roughly 5:30-6:30 am, depending on the day.
What happened to being able to sleep well past noon???? What happened to being able to get as little sleep or as much sleep as I want and being just fine???? I’ve heard that this transition is called growing up, becoming a responsible adult and I’d just like to say that it is without a doubt the stupidest idea I ever had!!! I never should have left the glorious year behind when I was ten years old. I should have just stayed put and been happy. I’m telling you now, the "freedom" you long for in high school is definitely NOT all it’s cracked up to be. Ugh! Would you listen to me??? I’m even talking like an adult. You know, one of those adults who’s always telling you to enjoy those years because they’re the best years of your life? The disease is taking over!!!! AAAaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!! Run for your life!!! Your sweet, semi-carefree life!!!!!
Anywho, *deep breath in. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .starting to turn blue. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .world fading away. . . . . . . . . . . . . .I think something might be wrong . . . . . . . . Oh Yeah!!. . . .Deep breath OUT!* I got up at eight this morning and instead of trying to go back to sleep (which I could have, because I still had at least one snooze left on my internal clock before it would decide to fight back) I rolled out of bed and decided to make breakfast for my sister who didn’t have to be at work until nine. So I get up, I do some dishes, I make the pancake batter, feed and water the dog, and when I hear her get up I ask her "How many pancakes do you want sis?" And that is the precise moment when my hopes and dreams of being a good sister, making breakfast, and just generally being a superhero status roommate got blasted into oblivion.
"I don’t really want any pancakes, sis. Thanks though."
*Gasp* " You don’t . . *gulp*. . .want my pancakes???"
"Well, it’s just that lately eating breakfast has kinda made me a little nauseous. Sorry."
*Begin hyperventilating* "You Have to eat pancakes!!! I made them just for stinkin’ YOU!!!!!"
"Well, I guess I’ll eat a little bitty one."
So I made her a pancake. Granted, though on the medium-small side, it wasn’t exactly itty-bitty, but it WAS beautiful. You see, I don’t just make pancakes. . . I make really awesome pancakes. Like pancakes in the shape of a heart or a teddy bear or a smiley-face. (One time I made Drew a teddy bear pancake for breakfast. Drew is my eight year old next door neighbor and I’m his favorite girl. Well, me and his mom, he says. He calls me sissi and I love him so. He has me wrapped right around his little finger. Anyways, Drew can sometimes be a picky eater and almost never finishes a whole meal, at least not that I’ve seen, but then that’s typical for an eight year old. Anyway, he originally didn’t even want breakfast until, of course, he found out I made them in shapes. So I made him a teddy bear and he totally ate the whole thing! I think this may have been due to the fact that it wasn’t just eating breakfast, it was "HEY look!!! I just tore off it’s head!!!!" but it totally had me feeling like momentary pretend supermom!) Anyway, this time, I poured my heart and soul into that stupid pancake, I made it artistic. It had beautiful swirls that would have made Da Vinci cry, the beauty of that pancake I made for her.
Well, that pancake sits there for a full ten minutes before, as she runs past on her way out the door she pinches off a little bitty piece and says "Mphanks Shissh." as she exits stage left. Needless to say I am heartbroken. And that is why I’m sitting here on the couch, sipping from a wine glass (filled with cranberry juice), drowning my sorrows in very gooey chocolate-chip pancakes, and typing the tragedy of the morning out to you all.
Thank you and good day.
