tuesdays loss

Dammit.

I usually never start out a post cursing but I will with this one.

It’s happened. One of my old friends I refer to as a Toad committed suicide last week. I believe she, Alex, tried to commit suicide back in 2011 when I wrote this post. I hadn’t heard from her since then.  I read back on that post and it makes me sad and frustrated. I know I’ve written about this in the past – the four of us friends who all got the same tattoo (I’m not including K in this because he’s not part of the original four) and were very close and then we all had a fall out and never hardly spoke to each other since. The last time I spoke to Alex back in 2011 I did make an attempt to contact Dina and Stephanie to try to repair the four of ours friendship but I got much resistance. I was very bitter after that – I pretty much wanted to tell Stephanie and Dina to go f*ck themselves. I’ve come around since then and let bygones be bygones and have moved on. The only one I have on my FB page is Stephanie who used to date Alex. She was the one who got in contact with me through FB and told me. All because we have deleted each other’s numbers – which, is pretty pathetic because I’ve given her mine twice over the years – I can even read back on my messages and see. Not that this matters but Stephanie told me how it happened and that Rachael knew more of the details. I emailed Rachael and said how sorry I was and that I just heard. She emailed me this really terse reply back that I ended up deleting.

Why do people have to hold on to the same old grudges when it comes to losing someone? Can’t we all just let it go and remember the good times. Because they were good times whether anyone will admit it or not. That’s what Alex would have wanted.

I’m taking this a lot harder than I thought. I still flash back to a time where we were getting ready to go ride motorcycles. I was at her apartment on Buford Highway. I had ridden my bike over there to pick her up to go ride. She was getting ready and I don’t know how we got on this conversation but she told me that if she was going to kill herself that she would just do it and not tell anyone. I know I couldn’t have stopped it. She’s been lost for a very long time. It’s just one of those things that will probably always drive me a bit crazy, frustrate me and make me sad. She had so much going for her and she did everything she put her mind to. She could do anything and yet they found her on the floor two days after she died with a needle in her arm, instructions on her desk on how to do it.

Yes, when Alex put her mind to something you couldn’t stop her from doing it. RIP, Alex & beloved toad. You will be missed!

 

 

 

 

 

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no dice no d*ck

I admit I haven’t written in a while – well, except for that last rant I left up for a day or so then felt guilty about it and made it private. Sometimes I should just shut up  and change the behavior instead of ranting about it on here. But, it is my blog and I feel entitled to rant a little because if people don’t like it they can go read about Trump on CNN or something.

I finished up Spring semester in school with a 95% in both classes and an IT fundamentals certification. Baby steps, I know. Summer semester starts up in three weeks and I hope to be ahead of the game before classes start so I can keep up. I think by the end of the Fall semester I should have enough classes and certifications under my belt that things professionally will look a lot more promising different. I won’t say that things are entirely that bad right now but things can always change quickly and like the Summer semester I want to stay ahead of the game.

We had great weather here last weekend which meant we went and did a lot. We ended up at our neighbors down the street for dinner last night and Yolanda was there as well. We hadn’t seen her since guitar classes were over. I asked if she had been playing but she said no. I said I’d been learning some songs on Fender play since then and was thinking of having a guitar practice dinner at the house sometime next week if she’d like to join but she said she’d be out of town. No, that sounds great, I cant make it this time but please include me in the next. So, I was like ok, then. I get it, you’re not interested – guitar was in the past but there’s no reason to hang out after that unless we happen to see her at our neighbors and I just skipped a whole bunch of ranting over A-gays and A-listers but instead of ranting I’m just never going to ask again. Maybe we’ll see you at the next dinner. I have too much to do to chase people down these days. Either you’re in or you’re not and if you’re not then moving on. Next.

My sister tried to call me this past weekend but I didn’t answer. If she doesn’t leave me a message then I wait and call her back the following week when she’s pushed for time and can’t talk very long. If a few times go by and it’s not urgent she will text me instead which is even better. Most of the time when I talk to her I try not to give away much information which is to my benefit. I started doing this after the whole sex change rumor my father started throughout the county I’m from. So now I don’t tell her DICK (no pun intended) so she doesn’t have anything to gossip about concerning me to our father, our relatives, anyone in the county who will listen including and not limited to the liars club that he hangs out with every morning for breakfast. I’m sure there’s people in my hometown now who are dying to know if I have a package now. Maybe out of shits and giggles the next time I go home I will pack more than a bag.

Today she texted me she was leaving the country for work and knowing she was at the airport waiting to board the plane and pressed for time I called her back. This time she was going on about our father’s cell phone service and how he tried to have our step mother’s phone shut off because she died and they wouldn’t until he showed them a death certificate. Long story short she’s putting him on her cell phone service. What. Ever. I said, I wasn’t under the impression he was talking much on his cellphone and when he gets a new phone store my number in it because he never calls me. Not that I care if he calls me but HE NEVER DOES. I told her I was tired of always having to call him because he never called me. Let’s just see if she says anything to him about it. This was only a test really to see if she would tell him what I said. If he calls me then I know for a fact she tells him everything I tell her. Anyway, that’s a family rant that I allow myself.

 

 

 

 

 

chex mix friday

I love Fridays!

Although, today I’m going to the eye doctor. Not only was it time, but I lost my prescription glasses last week. Grrrrrrrr. I have looked EVERYWHERE for them. I have finally come to the conclusion that A. I left them at the gym and someone picked them up because they were expensive frames or B. I accidentally threw them away at home and now they’re in a landfill. I ended up ordering another pair– same frames but solid black instead of the faded translucent gray.

Has anyone updated their Apple watch lately and found it has no battery life? I’ve unpaired the thing and re-paired it and changed the face to plain old black background to see if that helps. Usually, I can make it through at least one day before having to charge it but the other day at work I looked at it and it was only on 35% and the stupid health app kept coming up. That’s why I unpaired it and it’s a real pain to re-pair these things. I may just sell it on Ebay and go back to old school Casio digital with a 10-year battery and a fitbit. I liked being able to see how many steps I took during the day. The apple watch – yeah, it tells you how many miles and such but you have to put an app on it to track your sleep – I doubt my battery would last the night to track my sleep. I recently dug out my old fitbit and charged it (only took 15 minutes) and have been wearing it the last few days.

What do you guys do? You like the Apple watch vs the Fitbit? Pros/Cons?

Tonight, Benji and her girl (still haven’t come up with a blog nickname for her) are coming over and we’re going to pick guitars and eat some pizza. The weekend is supposed to be nice until Sunday as it’s going to rain. At least it’s not blizzarding. I think this has been the longest winter ever. We complain now and next week it will be 90 degrees and we’ll be in a drought. I’m careful what I wish for.

I’m almost done with school – I’m so ready too. I’ve turned in the rest of my homework for the semester and taken all my quizzes. All I have to do now is just show up. One of my classes if I take the IT Fundamentals exam and pass I get a 100% on the final and don’t have to show up to take it. So, I signed up to take it next Friday. I’ve already been studying for it so it should be ok. This is just one baby step in all the IT certs I will need to acquire prior to graduation and getting a cyber security job.

Well, that’s all I have for now. Have a great weekend y’all! Cheers!

weekend chex mix

I finally got Samantha booked on a flight down here in July. It was similar to an act of congress to coordinate and book. My cousin, Michael originally sent me dates that he would have her (him and his ex-wife are divorced and from what I hear it’s ugly between them) and I took a look at the Atlanta Dream schedule so I could take her to a basketball game while she was here and replied back that the dates would work and to let me know so I could book the ticket. He replied back that it was good with him that he had to run it by the ex and soon as he did he’d let me know.

A few days went by and I asked him about it again. I mean, I’ve had to stay on this guy to get this thing rolling or else it would have never happened. It’s so typical with my family – if it doesn’t pertain to them personally then it’s simply not a priority. He send me copies of all these nasty texts between him and his ex wife. She’s inflamed over it because those dates were ones where Samantha had volleyball tryouts.

I was thinking, Well, shit if I’d of known she had tryouts this week I wouldn’t have suggested it. It was Michael  who suggested those dates to begin with. Apparently, he and his ex SB are in a huge argument over Samantha going to sports during the summer. Michael is like, It’s summer, I shouldn’t have to take her to school or sports.

Great. I didn’t need to be made privy to their argument I was like JUST SEND ME SOME FRIGGING DATES YOU BOTH AGREE ON!

SB suggested the week prior so Samantha wouldn’t miss tryouts. I was like, Let me look at the flights but I don’t think that would be a problem. 

Long story short (I guess) I got the flight booked and coordinated with her. Honestly, it was waaay easier to coordinate with her than him. I know they have their differences but I have a feeling she’s way more progressive than him. Next –

I have two more weeks of school left and I tell you – I’m ready to be out. I did end up booking the two classes. My adviser even told me that I needed to take them in the summer because they simply aren’t offered in the fall. I’ll have about three weeks off in-between semesters so I’m going to use that time to try and get ahead a little. One is online and the other is a ground class so I’ll only need to drive up to school once a week.

We had Rooster and Shutter over for dinner last night and a good time was had by all. We hadn’t seen them in awhile so it was good to catch up.

Welp, that’s all I have for now. Have a great rest of the weekend y’all!

the advice line

The other night while I was in class my younger cousin, Michael was texting me about how he doesn’t know what to do about his son being gay and about how he’s cross dressing now. I told him that he’s probably just acting out to get attention. Mike went on to say he was trying to find organizations to talk to about this and reaching out to myself, Jace and our other gay cousin Stephan. I mean like dude you have PLENTY of us to get advice from.

He asked: Do you know of any chat rooms or party lines regarding this situation?

I’m thinking, My God you really are living in Hicksville, Indiana aren’t you – I haven’t seen a chat room since the AOL days and what the hell is a party line? Was that during the Vietnam war?

Meanwhile I had to pay attention to my computer class on networking. I suggested a PFLAG group – surely to God he would have heard of that and went back to trying to pay attention to LAN’s, Hubs and Switches.

I messaged Jace this morning and related my conversation with his younger brother. I said, He should be worrying more about WTF the kids are going to do when they graduate high school not Emilio wearing his grandmother’s old shoes. I directed him to a PFLAG group in another-hick-town, Indiana on FB.

I mean, at least they have these things now – not when we were in school – maybe there was a party line back then.

Jace: We’ve all been telling him this. We all nod our heads when he says his son is gay and we’re like, Okaaaaay – and……I mean this isn’t a big deal like when we were in school. I directed him to an Indy PFLAG group on FB.

Well, maybe that’s ones more progressive but I don’t really think Mikie can handle anything too progressive.

We had a laugh over that and then we both had to go to work. There was nothing mentioned of Samantha coming out from him. I’m wondering if this has just pushed him over the cliff of what’s going on with Emilio or is it that since he’s recently divorced seeking attention as well as Emilio. I didn’t push for dates of when Samantha could visit as I didn’t feel it was a good time.

I’m getting ready to register for summer quarter and after much thought I’m going to suck it up and take two classes instead of just one. I know it’s going to be a lot to take on in just 8 weeks but I spoke to my professor from the networking class the other night and he looked at my curriculum and said it would be best if I could knock out these two pre-requisite classes this summer so I would be ready for the CISCO and Linux classes next fall and spring quarters. He’s also teaching one the of the classes online but told me I should take the ground class but that I could email him any questions I had if I had difficulties. There’s also this guy in my lab group who is taking the exact same classes this summer and we’ve agreed to study together. So, I think I’m going to be ok. It’s just going to be a lot of work but if I can get through I’ll be where I need to be in my curriculum next fall.

And, then there’s the unsolicited advice…….there’s this guy I work with who got me into the program – and, he kind of drives me crazy ALL THE TIME sometimes. He’s graduating in May from the program – that’s how far ahead of me he is. When I told him that I was going to take two classes this semester he went on and on about how hard it was going to be and how this guy who went through the class with him flunked out and yada, yada, yada. I wanted to punch him. I mean, just tell me I can’t do something and I’ll mutha-fucking do it, shut up.

Like I said, it will be a lot of work but I’ll get through.

 

gay chex mix

Most of you know that I grew up in a very small town in Indiana – on a farm, in fact. Yeah, stow away all the romantic thoughts you have of growing up on a farm because there’s nothing great about it. It’s hard work –all the time. There’s nothing great about having to roll out of bed at 4:30 a.m. to feed the cows or better yet go find them because they got out. Nothing great about having to come home from school and work until dinner time. Fortunately, I had a mother who put her foot down later in my teenage years and let me join all kinds of sports and band. I joined every band activity I could – orchestra band, marching band, drum and bugle corp and let’s not forget jazz band where we performed at every game imaginable. That got me out of the farm work indefinitely. During this time my bestie was my first cousin – Jace. We hung out together all the time. So much, in fact that our parents accused us of dating each other – which, couldn’t be farther from the truth because we were both secretly in the closet.

After our senior year Jace moved to Florida where he came out. I quietly came out years later – after college, in fact, because I was afraid that if my parents found out they would yank me out. I could totally see them saying that college making me gay. This is how backwards the general mentality is where I came from. I didn’t completely come out until I moved to Atlanta and was paying my own bills.

Jace is married to his husband, Diego– who he’s been with for almost 30 years. They built a McMansion in our hometown and he started an IT business he runs out of their basement with 4 employees. We have another cousin who is gay as well. Eventually, the family has come around to our sexuality – I think old age mellows some people. They don’t have the energy to fight anymore. Plus, us gays are starting to outnumber the straights in my family because Jace’s younger brother Michael – who is the only kid in the family to produce offspring just found out that two of his kids Emilio and Samantha are gay.

Now there’s five (six if you count Diego) of us cousins who are gay. Michael is not thrilled that two of his kids are gay. In fact, shit hit the fan this week when it was Samantha’s turn to come out.  All I can say is at least they’re healthy and aren’t doing drugs. My uncle – Jace’s father and my father’s brother keeps asking Emilio (who at 10 is very effeminate) if he wants to grow up and drive bulldozers.

Of course Emilio doesn’t want to drive bulldozers – he probably wants to go to New York and be on Broadway since the last time I was home I asked him what he had been up to and he told me he was in The Sound of Music at school. Samantha is in to women’s basketball and sports. I’m trying to get Michael to let me fly her down here for a visit so I can take her to a game. But, I’m going to wait for the dust to settle before I push anymore.

The holidays are about to get more interesting in that family is all I’ve got to say.

 

Cruisin’

What does Melissa Etheridge think when she’s performing on an all-exclusive lesbian cruise? As women dance around in their bikini tops and cutoff jean shorts with their Bud Lights in cozies does she think, I’ve really made it, man!  If I die right now then my destiny will be fulfilled.

Do you think she thinks that?

There was a point where I thought it would be fun to go on one of those cruises. Melissa Etheridge, Sarah McLachlan and a few other notable mostly female artists play. I bet Sarah M is like, Yeah, pick me up in this port, I’ll play and be on to the next thing. I really doubt any of these artists stay around for the entire cruise.  I guess there would be some pros and cons to an all lesbian cruise. Let’s list them starting out with the pros first:

You wouldn’t have to worry about the opposite sex trying to pick up your wife

Lots of good music if you’re in to a mostly all women lineup

You have the biggest lesbian bar right there

You don’t have to take an Uber across town when you’re drunk

I’m sure there’s activities outside of Bud Light and music?

Maybe there’s food, too and shore activities.

 

Ok, the cons:

Even though you wouldn’t have to worry about the opposite sex trying to pick up your wife the same sex could be trying. I’m sure there’s quite a few single women on that cruise. It makes me wonder what the percentages are. I mean, does a single woman who lives in a po-dunky town that’s dated all of the fish in the small pond think, I’m gonna go on a Melissa Etheridge cruise and meet the woman of my life and get married.

Do you think they think that?

Then – they could possibly run out of Bud Light. I’m sure the company stock goes up during cruise times. Do they stop in different ports and load up on xtra Bud? Does Sarah M come on board with the Bud Light load in San Juan?

These are important questions, I know.

The cruise is for 8 days – that seems a bit long to be locked up on a boat with all lesbians. Plus, 8 days of Bud Light doesn’t seem appealing but – there’s always the shore excursions you can go on to get away – but I’m sure they cost $$.

Plus, your ex could be on board. (Mine is, actually – another reason I would never go on one of these – she’s always there – she’s the fish in the small pond scenario – really there to stalk Sonia Leigh – poor Sonia L – everywhere she goes there’s my ex stalking her. Oh well.)

Do you think there’s women who get on board and realize their ex is on the cruise, too, and they spend all their time trying to avoid or hide out from that person? Like this:

OMG there she is over by the stage left – when Halcyon comes on we are so outta here. Let’s go down and hide out in the casino.

I can’t believe you ever dated her – why is she here anyway. Hey did she ever pay you back the $20,000 she owes you?

No, and that’s probably how she could afford to go on this cruise and be with that ho-bag that’s all over her.

What, are you jealous?

Hell, no – we were never going to work.

Shit, I think she just looked right at me.

Nut-huh, she’s too busy licking that girl’s neck. Ew!

Don’t look now but here she comes!

I’m sure this happens on every cruise. I’m sure the people who work on that cruise need a year off in between cruises to recuperate from all the drama.

Do you think Sarah M and Melissa E meet up for drinks after and say, Did you see that one woman throw her Bud Light at the woman who threatened to jump off the ship if they didn’t get back together? I didn’t think we were going to make it this time, Melissa, I really didn’t.

I honestly don’t know why I keep doing this, Sarah. I keep hoping that I’ll meet the love of my life on one of these things but I’ve got a Chrome Plated Heart.

 

 

weekend chex mix

I think I mentioned in the last post that the magnolias have been blooming this time of year so last Friday Charlie and I went out and got a saucer magnolia and she planted it in the back yard for me in memory of my mother. It also so happened that we bought it on the same day as my step mother’s bday. We’ve been planting trees in memory of people lost. In addition to the magnolia, we planted two cherries in the front for both my mothers and a true red crape myrtle in the back for Emil’s sister.

Last week we had our guitar recital. All the classes with the school performed, but our class had to go first because we were guitar I. We played our asses off to Jet Plane and sat down and watched the rest of the groups perform.  Apparently, we had the most recently released song because the banjo group got up and played some song from the 1800’s. Charlie and Kim came to watch (Kim made it to one class/jam session and decided to not come back and talked the instructor hippy lady into retaking it in May). Kim was clapping along and having a good time and Charlie was looking on wide-eyed like, You weren’t kidding when you said they play old hillbilly songs. WTH!? I was glad to be done with it to be honest. Emil had been coming over on Fridays and playing a bit and I learn a lot more doing that than anything. Thursday, it was pouring it’s ass off outside and we stayed in. Friday we had Emil over to play and then Link showed up with a couple bottles of tequila and it was on. Despite throwing down I made 100% on my midterm the next day. The weekend was so beautiful and we were outside most of it.

This weekend Bernice and Ralph are supposed to be in town so we’re hoping to do an oyster happy hour somewhere. Saturday we’re wide open and I’m hoping the weather is going to be decent while they’re here. I know it’s going to be much cooler than it was last weekend. That’s March for you! Next week we’re getting out of town for a few days to take the dogs to a cabin next to a river. I’m hoping to do a little fishing while we’re there and we got the dogs a couple of swim toys to play with in the river. This is part I of our take-the-dogs-on-vacation in a III part series so stay tuned for cute dog photos.

If I don’t talk to you before then have a great weekend! Cheers!

Skipping stones (school), we know the price now

I’m back! That’s saying something because I didn’t know when I’d be back again.

I skipped school today to hang out and play guitars with Emil. Well, it didn’t originally start out that way – I was all ready to go to school when Emil asked us if we wanted to go to breakfast and Charlie took a picture of the BLT w/egg sandwich she just made us and asked if Emil wanted one and she said she’d be right over. Emil never going anywhere without her guitar, walked in with it saying she needed to change some strings before playing this song she wrote about her sister.

I think this is a sad time for both of us. Her sister passed around this time of year in early 2000. My mom’s birthday was Valentine’s Day and this time of year I always think of her because of the magnolia’s blooming. So, every time I’ve passed a blooming magnolia this week my heart gives a little twang like my uneven chords of Leaving on a Jet Plane.

So, yeah – I’ve been a bit blue lately even though the weather has been fantastic here.

Emil played her song and it was very beautiful – I can’t post it because it’s still a work in progress and she wants to surprise her family with it. Also, I don’t think I have a video of it. But, when I get permission I will post it here. I thought I would lose it crying when I listened to it – the words are very sad but the chords give it lively twist so it was a good balance.

We then tuned our guitars to work on this song – it was pretty great. Despite going back to guitar school our teacher hadn’t really covered strumming rhythms (we glanced off it briefly the other night but we had to move on to some other old cowboy song in the key of A.

“I will hold up the fingers 1, 4 & 5 while we play Bury me under the Weeping Willow, 1, 2, 3 hit it!”

We went on to Am and Em chords after that and I think she was trying to make us play something like Jambalaya or was it the Crawdad song? It was one of those songs from my great grandmother’s time when I said, One of the Indigo Girls songs is in the chords of Em and Am – Kid Fears.

“Oh, I don’t know them.”

That’s when I knew this lady was certifiably crazy. What artist in their right mind wouldn’t know The Indigo Girls -especially living in Atlanta? I mean, they are everywhere here not to mention almost all the acoustic guitar players I know play at least one of their songs.

Now I know in the last post I said I would never go see them again – it’s not that I don’t like them – I love them and it will be my ultimate goal in my guitar playing career to master Closer to Fine.

I’ll always love them but I’ve seen them more than I’ve seen any other artist and life is just too short to keep listening to the same people over and over again when there are millions more artists to discover.

So Emil and I played songs that we KNOW (that were recorded post 1975 not including Jet Plane – 1969). It makes it so much easier to learn if you can anticipate the lyrics from songs you’ve heard previously. We’re going to work on about three songs to play together and guess what?

They’re Indo Girls songs. HA! Well, two of them are.

Our guitar recital is next Wednesday night and Emil and I went over Jet Plane. I’m totally going to play it every damn day until then. I couldn’t just bail on the last two weeks of class because mostly I didn’t want to leave my friend Yolanda with the only other two students in the class who seem like they can barely eck out an A chord. So, I decided to go back. The other night, after the teacher said she didn’t know The Indigo Girls she ended class abruptly after a final run-thru of Worried Man Blues to dash downstairs for the old-folks-jam session. I think Yolanda and I realized that we’re way too young for this banjo picking set and we knew none of the songs. Honestly, they reminded me of being in Indiana again watching the flies buzz over cow manure in the field. It just never gave me a great mental image.

We were packing up and I started talking to this other lady in our class – she’s the song writer. (which, I admire someone who wants to learn guitar so they can write songs but it amazes me that someone can write a song without actually playing an instrument). She said this was her second time taking the beginner class and she said she ran into another woman in Guitar II who said she took I four times before making it to II.

Again, I thought, Not me sister…..

I went downstairs and Yolanda was waiting for me next to her Porsche SUV – I had to say that – it’s an amazing vehicle but even if I were rich I still wouldn’t spend that much money on a car – a boat, maybe, but not a car. I digress.

She asked me if I was all ready for the recital next week and I said, I was. I told her about talking to the song writing woman and her telling me about it being her second time in I and the other lady. We both agreed that we have the “concept” of playing in the keys of A, D, G, E, Em and holding up fingers that if we practiced on our own we’d have it. So, I’ll be on my way. Dream about the days to come and playing a more modern pallet.

away and this year

I felt like I got a lot accomplished this past weekend. I got ahead on a lot of homework and filed our taxes. Despite liking doing the taxes every year it still gives me quite a bit of anxiety before I finish them. I never know what they’re going to look like, if we’ll get anything back or have to owe. Especially, this year with all the new tax laws – although, I don’t think any of those affect us because we’re not millionaires.

Charlie and I are planning a couple of out of town trips this Spring. One is firmed up and the other I’m looking in to. Both trips include taking the dogs. That will probably be the extent of our trips this year as I can’t miss too much school. I will probably look into taking several stay-ca’s this year which will still be relaxing. I hope to get out and do a little trout fishing this year. This is something I think I’m going to do every year and then it never happens. A friend of mine’s husband is a fellow angler and every year when we see each other at Super Bowl we always say we need to get out and go fishing. I’ve already looked at the stocking times and rivers and plan on trying to get out there as early as March. March – mid-April is really the best times because it’s still cool. When it gets hot outside those fish dive to the bottom and are hard to coax out.

I just love when you have friends who read your blog and every time they tell you something they have to preface it with “Don’t put this on your blog”. It’s a double-edged sword having people you know read your blog.

But, I am not a professor and will not lecture people about their lives and choices. I have only myself and my family (which, I will preface with the family I have chosen not my blood family) to worry about.

It’s a large temptation of mine – getting involved. I’ve had to tell myself several times – don’t get involved. Worry about your own shit and stay out of others. That’s one of the NY resolutions. Others are:

I will not see The Indigo Girls for the 45th time. I will pursue hearing new music.

I will not let my sister or father hurt me and I will remain non-emotional when I speak to them. I will not give them details about my life so they can criticize.

I think the whole sex-change thing was the last straw for me. The last two conversations I’ve had with my sister she’s said she’s taken food down to our father and I never commented on it. She’s asked me what I’ve been up to and I’ve said just work.

Take more breaks from social media – honestly, I have been a little tempted to uninstall FB from my phone – especially, in light of everything that’s happened in the news. I get staying in touch with people and events but there’s a time when it’s just too much negativity and the need to take care of yourself.

I guess that’s enough resolutions for now. How are your resolutions going?