I am so awkward. And not in the “oh, how cute” way, but more of the socially inept kind of awkward. I recognize that. 

But at the same time, I was raised to be kind, friendly, and welcoming to those around me. When someone needs something, I do my best to help and offer any guidance I can. So when I reach out to someone for some information, I really don’t know what to do when the person responds without a single greeting or a single kind word, just a sentence or two with no information and a lame excuse for it. And I really wanted to put her in her place, but my mom always told me to “kill them with kindness.” I had to say that to myself many, many times before I said anything. So I sent her a reply, thanking her and wishing her safe travels on her trip — not that she deserved that kindness, but I try to be a good person regardless of the kind of shit others throw at me. 

So I will harp on this interaction in my mind over and over, beating myself up about, and wishing I could erase all memory of it. I just shouldn’t talk to people…ever. 

31 August 2014    Reblog    

sweettoothforsong:

Genealogy gets really interesting (read: frustrating as all hell) when you *supposedly* have a direct ancestor who was the son of a Prussian count and who was adopted by an American general after his parents died at sea while on the way to the newly-minted United States after fleeing Prussia.

Oh, and maybe his wife came from New York and is of Dutch descent, or maybe she was of Native American descent from one of the eastern Ohio Valley tribes. Yeah, BECAUSE THOSE TWO THINGS ARE SO SIMILAR.

In the words of Chandler from Friends, “What is the boiling point of BRAIN?” We are reaching that point. 

Ahhh, adopted siblings marrying. Delightful.

Genealogy gets really interesting (read: frustrating as all hell) when you *supposedly* have a direct ancestor who was the son of a Prussian count and who was adopted by an American general after his parents died at sea while on the way to the newly-minted United States after fleeing Prussia.

Oh, and maybe his wife came from New York and is of Dutch descent, or maybe she was of Native American descent from one of the eastern Ohio Valley tribes. Yeah, BECAUSE THOSE TWO THINGS ARE SO SIMILAR.

In the words of Chandler from Friends, “What is the boiling point of BRAIN?” We are reaching that point. 

Genealogy research!

I have failed to make much progress this summer and I’m annoyed with myself because of it. Maybe I’ll have some luck before summer ends. 

30 August 2014    Reblog    

I haven’t gone back to work yet. I’ve only received a few text messages about work from the other interventionist, and I’m nearly having a panic attack. 

This job is going to kill me and we haven’t even started the school year. 

My scarf addiction continues…

My scarf addiction continues…

Workout for the day!

Everything huuurrrts! Tomorrow I’ll just be shuffling from place to place since I probably won’t be able to move, haha.

26 August 2014    Reblog    

When you’re 5’2”, it’s really difficult to lift a door back onto it’s hinges by yourself. Even harder to do it three times in 15 minutes.

After nine hours of preparation and anxiety, the window is scraped, sanded, washed, and ready for primer. 

I’m really glad this is the last area of lead paint I have to worry about in my apartment.

After nine hours of preparation and anxiety, the window is scraped, sanded, washed, and ready for primer.

I’m really glad this is the last area of lead paint I have to worry about in my apartment.

Starting to reread (one of) my favorites series!