The Week Ahead…

My brother, Jimmy, is in town this week.  Not only do I have confirmation from my mom, but also from my dad.  They’ve both had dinner with him, and I’m supposed to have lunch with him sometime this week.  I haven’t seen him in over two years–we’ll have a lot to catch up on.  Since I last saw him: Justin and I broke up; I dated Natalie, then Michael, now Eric; Bennie and I lived together for a year; I got a new car.  And I’m sure he’s talked to celebrities (and old school teachers) more times than he can recall.

An e-mail was sent out at my office last week stating that mid-year raises will be in place this year, effective September 1.  They laid out the criteria for receiving such a raise, and as it turns out, I am eligible.  I’m coming in early tomorrow to speak with my boss about how much I’ll be getting.  Anything will be great (especially since raises are usually only given out in March), but I’m hoping for something fantastic.  Fingers crossed, so we’ll see.

And the thing that will affect me the most this week … Eric left for the Ozarks this afternoon (he’ll be returning to St. Louis on Friday to pick me up and take me down there for the weekend).  Since we started dating in March, this will be the longest we’ve gone without seeing each other.  A great source of comfort for me during the week is knowing that I’ll be curled up next to him at night (or that he’ll be curled up around me).  This is going to be odd, sleeping alone again.  Friday night, that boy better watch out.  The forecast calls for cuddlebugs, and they will be en force.


Home Sweet South City

I moved this past weekend, with the tremendous help of Eric, Lee, and my mom.  It was hotter than a booger, and the guys did a great job hauling my heavy couch up two flights of narrow, twisting stairs.

I am, for the most part, unpacked.  I still have some small stuff over on Delmar to sort through (most of it will probably be tossed, unless it can be donated to charity). 

It is SO GOOD to be back in my old neighborhood.  I truly feel like this is where I belong.  It is HOME.  I sat with my cat for a good long while this afternoon just looking out the window.  It was nice and gave me a remarkable sense of peace. Pictures and more to come soon.

A parent’s mid-life crisis, or: my dad’s dating a stripper.

So, I talked to my dad a few weeks ago and he told me he was dating someone new whose name is Jessica. I said great and asked where he met her. He stalled, stuttered, and said “on the East side” which in St. Louis basically means “at a strip club”. Slightly shocked (understatement), I paused for a moment before asking how old she is. “21.” …fuck. My dad is 54! I, myself, am 27 and feel slightly weird about dating someone who’s 3 years younger than me. They’d only been dating a week at that point and already he had bought her a diamond necklace.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, because I thought the same thing. Sure. He’s “dating” her, buying her expensive things. But from the way it sounds, he actually IS dating her. He met her mother (who approves of this relationship…how fucked is that?) He stays the night at her place, and I just talked to him last night and HE IS MOVING IN WITH HER.

This is insane. My dad is not rich, by any means. He rather looks like the Unabomber, circa living in the shack time.

Gah. I don’t know how to process this. On one hand, I’m happy that he’s happy. But on the other hand … this is just WEIRD. What if they get married? I will have a step-mother (stage name: Phoenix) who is 6 years younger than me. One of my brothers severely disapproves of this relationship (but he’s a right-wing Christian), and my other two brothers don’t know about it. I kind of want to tell my mom (they’ve been divorced 15 years) just because I think she would find it hilarious/sad that my dad is doing this, but I’m not sure that I even wanted to know, so why would she?

Oh, and my dad is also dating a 28-year old at the same time. She has a 6-year old. Not sure if the two girls know about each other, though.

AWESOME.  Le sigh.

How long will I live?

Well, according to this website, here are my results:

Life Expectancy Results

Life Expectancy: 85.95
Lower Quartile : 79.37
Median Lifetime: 88.93
Upper Quartile : 95.91

Not bad! I think I’ll be one kick-arse ol’ lady.

Blogthings – My Soul

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life. You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they’re going to get it. You believe that people see you as larger than life and important. While this is true, they also think you’re a bit full of yourself.

Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You’ll get through wild times – and you’ll textually enjoy it.

For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn’t fall in love with someone you didn’t trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Mushroom Musings

  • What’s the question?
  • Who’s the answer?
  • How did we get here?
  • We’re losing time.
  • What’s the question?!
  • You’re the answer.
  • We’re stuck in time.
  • We’re not lost in time?
  • What’s the question?
  • We’re going to die.
  • They’re going to shoot us.
  • Turtles?
  • No, a mongoose.
  • Jesus was a mongoose!
  • What’s the question?
  • How did we get here?
  • What’s here?
  • Who are we?
  • Get out of my head!
  • You’re freaking me out!
  • I don’t know where I am.
  • We should be outside.
  • What’s outside?
  • The answer.
  • What was the question?
  • You’re freaking me out!
  • We should be recording this.
  • Will I remember this tomorrow?
  • What was the question?
  • The question was the answer.
  • Where are you?
  • You’re in my head.  Get out.
  • Stop doing that.
  • You’re turning into anime.  Oh, no!  You’re turning into a lion!
  • The white truck is coming back.
  • We’re going to die.
  • They’re going to shoot us.
  • Hide!

Oh, what a night.  My reality was a movie, complete with film grain and distorted speech patterns.  Yummy dinner. 

Thursday Thirteen – Happiness

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things That Make lisabean Happy

  1. Moving next weekend!
  2. A wonderful boyfriend (who looks stellar in black eyeliner, which is just bonus).
  3. A job that pays well.
  4. All of my friends, near or far.
  5. Cooler weather just a few short months away.
  6. Threadless shirts.
  7. My independence.
  8. Geek Boys and Suicide Girls.
  9. Going to concerts (which, sadly, I haven’t done in a while.)
  10. Bitch magazine
  11. The color green.
  12. Cuddling and/or kissing.
  13. Hearing “I love you” and knowing the person who says it means it.

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