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| Stop moving my stuff |
| 04.08.04 (9:03 am) [edit] |
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I was about to throw away yesterday's page from my page a day calendar, and I realised something didn't look right. My garbage can and recycling box switched places. It's just habit - paper to the right; garbage to the left. Booo. (But I switched them back.) Yesterday was quite the day. I was going to take a nap after I got home from work before my pole dancing class, which by the way was really challenging for me. I was having difficulty wrapping my left leg (at the knee) around the pole (while hanging on with both hands) and swinging around it, using my right leg for a bit of momentum. Anyway, my nap didn't happen because I ended up playing with the dog. He's not going to be at the house much longer :( Like I said before, my mom told me my dad was moving out. I ran into him at the mall yesterday after work. He and my mom were going to do some shopping. And while he was waiting for my mom, he mentioned, "I'm moving out on the 15th. I want to see if I am happier living elsewhere since I am so unhappy living at home now. The lease has been signed." So, that's how he told me. I don't like his attitude about moving at all. If he thinks that by picking up and leaving that his problems will be solved...well...He also doesn't care about keeping any peace because he'll be "leaving anyway." I'm not sure what he's expecting. I am sure he will just waltz back any time he pleases. And moving out is one thing, but I have yet to see him take any responsibility for the pieces he leaves behind. After 33 years of marriage, I think he owes it to my mom to at least sit down to discuss the ramifications of him moving. Right now it just seems like he's doing a "see ya!" And I am soooo glad that the dog can't live with him. [What kind of dog owner wouldn't try to find a place to take his dog with him?!] Although I wish she hadn't told me, my mom informed me that my dad beats the dog [with I'm guessing a broom stick]!! :x That makes me sick. I guess that is par for the course on how he thinks animals and children should be "trained." When I was a young child, my dad would say to me, "if you keep crying, I will hit you until you stop." I don't remember if he ever actually did because I was so scared. And there was a time when he thought he was trying to teach me ride a two wheeler. He was watching me and barking orders, but I still couldn't get it [none of this giving a push and getting me to peddle]. He got so angry with me that he told me I was good for nothing and he gave up. I was so pissed off at him that I pretty much hopped on the bike and taught myself. The memory he has of that seems comical to him. I was crying and trying to use our fence to keep myself propped up. Whew. Um...back to yesterday... After the dance class, I dropped by J's. We watched the rest of the Vancouver-Calgary game and some Simpsons and some Jon Stewart. He was a little affectionate. :? He confuses me. After I got home, I did a bit more packing and did some chit chatting. Darren is looking forward to seeing me again :? And I need to find a souvenir from Vegas that isn't too tacky and that would be perfect for Wayne. I hope I can sleep on the plane!! Have a most lovely weekend, everyone!! |
posted by: trina (reply)
post date: 04.08.04 (10:36 am)
Wow, where have I been? Pole dance classes? That is hilarious. Where can I sign up? ;)
That really stinks about your dad. His attitude seems terrible.
posted by: mblog (reply)
post date: 04.09.04 (7:07 pm)
That's two posts in a row where you talk about your "cycle."
posted by: Magoo (reply)
post date: 04.10.04 (10:25 pm)
Pole dance classes...never heard of them....kewl I bet. I couldn't get my leg wrapped around a pole thats for sure...I am sorry bout your Dad n Mum, been there done that...it ain't easy at any age really, bottom line is happiness though.
posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 04.12.04 (5:04 am)
I'm with Trina on this...POLE DANCING CLASSES! (you've made my day)
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