December 16th, 2014 @ 2:50 pm

i tried to do a week in pictures thing once… it just proved to me that i was actually too lazy to post WHILE the week was going on.  so instead, i think “last week” might be a little easier.

in GREAT NEWS, holiday cocktail lounge is re-opening! the bad news is, i think it’s turning into an actual cocktail bar.  like, no booths.  no beer lights. i think it’s turned schwanky!  i’ll take what i can get, though.  i’ll give it a whirl.

otherwise, most of last week i spent being miserable because my roommates boyfriend’s alarm clock has been now going off at 4AM vs. the usual 5AM…  aaand i’m just really sick of sleeping with earplugs in my ears.  however, my roommate did in fact tell me she’ll be completely out of my apt by the 31st, which is nice.  i’ll have peace and quiet again!  WOO!

i started packing stuff last saturday… mainly my “fun stuff” aka toys, all fridge magnets, cold coffee cups, dolls, some containers, random shit hanging up around my room/house, all of my heavy duty plastic kitchen stuff (cutlery, cups, some plates), just ridiculous stuff that can come down that won’t give me horrible creative block if it’s out of sight.  it felt really good and like i’m taking a step forward in leaving that hell hole.

most of last weekend (after running errands) was spent decorating my (black!!!1) christmas tree.  i decided to go with black this year because of the eyeball ornaments.  i found them at michael’s in sept/oct and figured they’d look great against a black tree.  jes picked up the popsicle ornaments for me, and also the cool christmas candy/stained glass ornament we made together.  oscy loves sleeping under the tree every night.  i light up the fir scented candle and he lays on santa’s face and takes naps or watches the candle flicker.  it’s super cute.

i still need a dang tree skirt…

same shit, different day, otherwise…
commute > work > commute > facetime boyfriend > watch “revenge” > ear plug misery, lol.

OH! and p.s.: my natural deodorant… it’s still going fantastical!  i predominantly don’t smell (and i mean 99% of the time i don’t, but that 1% on a day you really break a sweat, you can just get a FAINT smell – but it’s never anything crazy/offensive) and only SOMETIMES do i have a reaction (mainly just turns red/itchy – but no rash – and it’s usually only if i apply it right after shaving).

in other words, i’m still not going back to regular deodorant anytime soon.

July 13th, 2014 @ 10:56 pm

one of the hardest deaths that i’ll ever have to face in my life happened last week.

i haven’t been giving into the sadness of it all, as with everything else emotionally handled by myself. there are things that have been randomly, suddenly striking me… but i haven’t been sitting around for hours on end weeping yet. i am so afraid of when that’s going to happen. i assume it will happen soon, seeing as that her birthday is july 20th. maybe not… maybe it’ll be this year, when i don’t receive a card with her beautiful handwriting. most likely on christmas, because i spent every christmas eve with her until a few years ago… i don’t know.

i just can’t even put into words how broken my heart is.

i can still feel an aunt necie hug.
i still remember the smell of her perfume.
there are just too many things.

all of these little things i never think of are now surfacing…  steve and i went to the shopping center in douglaston, to grab groceries and i realized it was where aunt necie always used to take us to toys r us.

steve drove by her house the other night and i totally lost my shit.

i hate to sound like a selfish, naive person, but i don’t know how i’ll live without her in my world.  🙁

i can still feel her grabbing my hand at the hospital.
i can still hear the moans, because she couldn’t speak anymore.
i can still see the way she was staring at everyone so strongly, letting us know she knew it was us.

i will never forget those things.</3
seeing and hearing my aunt like that was so hard.

January 8th, 2013 @ 2:14 pm

i have cherished everything about my aunt necie’s house for all of my life.  it was just a solid, constant rock for me, always one of my favorite comfort places.  in fact, i cried when she redecorated the living room, lol (it’s that bad).

my grandmother had 10 kids, and my mother was the second to last kid… she died when my mother was only 17 years old.  i honestly think more of my aunt necie as my grandmother, than i do my aunt.  she was so wonderful over the years, and i think that’s why her house is so special to me.

aunt necie and uncle joe have always lived 10/15 minutes away from us my entire life, so we spent enormous amounts of time there.  friday night pizza TGIF sessions, hanging out with aunt carol/aunt judy, playing my cousin michael’s NES for hours, every christmas eve was there, birthday parties, family parties, we practically lived there during the summers she had her pool, sick days from school, etc. – like, my entire life… lol.

anyways, we haven’t gone there for christmas eve in a few years because my aunt has become sick over the years 🙁  it’s harder for her to host it now.  this year we went, though (and i took the picture floating to the right over there, of her kitchen chairs)! 🙂

getting to the point here, all of my first everything’s probably happened in that house.  when i first started walking, i was flying around this house…  when i first started talking, i went on and on and on…  i used to go through all of the cabinets and organize pots and pans and tupperware…  i took baths in that kitchen’s sink.  all of my first memories are in that house, and i also mean my first memories were formed there.  shapes, colours, pieces of furniture, smells, textures, etc.  i can close my eyes and know how that basement smells, or how the cushions from the old couch feel, or how the living room cabinet where all of our toys/crayons were stored smells…  that’s kind of how those chairs make me feel.

i don’t know why, but i started googling last night to try to figure out who makes them, and apparently it’s this company called “the hitchcock chair co.” (founded in 1818, in CT) and this is the “inn side chair” model. the company had closed its doors, but then another guy bought all of the rights and has kept it going since two years ago. that’s nice to hear 🙂

it’s kind of cool knowing who created them.  my aunt has had those for decades, i just wonder how many exactly.  i don’t know when she even moved into that house, but i know they’ve been there at least through the 70’s.

i love that. i hope all that stuff never gets trashed, and i hope to god my uncle/cousins never sell that house to anyone but in the family.  i would take that house in a heartbeat<3

September 23rd, 2011 @ 5:37 pm

sooooooooooooo i totally made it through my 30th birthday without crying about it. i know i’ve been making a huge deal about it, sorry. what an annoying broken record i am!

i thought it’d be bad, and my mother told me on her 30th birthday, no one could calm her down and she had to take a valium to finally relax… but i was chill.

the only thing that i had in fact cried about on my birthday, was my aunt necie telling me about how she was the first thing i looked at when i was born. and that i kept looking for my mom while trying to open my eyes for the first time.

she was telling me this while she was crying, which made me cry.

my aunt necie is my mothers older sister, and was like my grandmother while i was growing up…  she’s really sick with emphysema and i think that time is running a little short.  a lot is catching up with her and my mom says that she’s been trying to give things away and is getting super sentimental lately and stuff…

that breaks my heart.  i absolutely love her and it killed me to hear her crying.

sorry for the sad story, just wanted to let ya’s know i was braver than i thought on this birthday… lol.