“Ruskie Business”
“Nobody likes you. Everyone left you. They’re all out without you having fun”. Who knew my life was a Green Day song. Who knew Green Day could still kick ass? The first question is rhetorical, but the second one, seriously, who knew?
So, I got the hair cut, but I didn’t get any sleep, and I didn’t breathe til it was over. The good news is, my hairdresser said I look sexy. The bad news is, I think that is what I am paying her to say. Seriously though, I like it, but I will reserve final judgement until I wash it and fix it myself. Doesn’t it suck when you leave the salon all hot and then you go to get ready the next day and you’re all not? Ok, really that doesn’t happen to me, but it must happen to some people, right? Just kidding. I’m not that vain. Yes, I am, but anyway. I will try to get a picture up later for those of you who care. For the rest of you who don’t care, you should. I am awesome!!! LOL…
I am not all vanity and ego. Sometimes I am nice too, but I prefer being bitchy. It is what comes naturally, but people seem to love me anyway. Even though you couldn’t tell from my opening statement. I guess it is because I mean well. I never intentionally try to hurt anyone. I am just self absorbed most of the time. My mom says I need children to draw the attention off myself. Why would I want to do that?
Anyway, I like elderly people. I love listening to their stories and making them feel loved (except when I am driving behind or next to them). I visit one of the local nursing homes here on Tuesdays. I don’t make balloon animals or do anything kooky, just listen and learn.
Since I am not working, I try to go to daily Mass whenever I can. There was this one lady there who I have been talking to on and off for a while. When my friend Fr. Michael killed himself, I went straight to church to pray and she was there. I asked her to pray for him, for his family and for me. She said the most comforting words to me. Then I left for his funeral and was gone for a few weeks. I haven’t seen her since. Today, I finally ran into a lady who remembers the woman I am talking about (so at least I know she wasn’t a figment of my overactive imagination), but no one seems to know what happened to her. Weird, huh? I hope she is ok. Looks like I have my own little mystery to solve…