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Hi there. Guess you've been wondering what I've been up to in the last...(cliche-ly checks invisible watch for time) 12 days or so? You haven't? Oh. My mistake...then why are you reading this? Stewpid.
Anyway, I've been pretty busy. Aside from the usual duties I am responsible for around here, I've been job hunting, crafting, and trying to better myself. (I.e. going to the gym as often as I can and working out at home when I can't). I was also fortunate enough to see my all time favorite band in concert last night. Mark and I went, and it was beyond amazing. Seriously, Coheed and Cambria never cease to amaze me. It's like Christmas morning every time I see them live (which, after 10 times, I completely lost track).
Chase has been doing very well. She's growing so much, I can hardly believe it. She's trying so hard to crawl. She almost has the correct position, but when she tries to bend her knees and prop up, she slides down then rolls over as if she's saying, "Eh, fuck it." She gets frustrated easily (hmm...wonder where she gets that?) and she grunts and growls. It's extremely amusing. She's also in this phase now where whenever anyone other than me or Mark tries to hold her, she cries and trills (the trills are part of her cry, it's hilarious) and she looks around for one of us to "save" her. I hope she grows out of that, because I don't want her to be shy. She's around my family and friends all the time, but she's with me more than anyone else, so she's developing a bit of separating anxiety. I'm hoping to break her out of this phase, though. Hence why a job would come in handy (other than for the obvious reasons like, uh, money).
What else can I tell you? Oh, I know! Well, as you know part of being a stay at home mom is running errands. I do the food shopping and whatnot, but the other day I decided it was time to go out for myself and not just for the errands. I haven't bought anything for myself in a long time, so I figured it was a good time to use the gift card a friend gave to me for Kohl's. I took my 11 year old sister and Chase with me to shop. So I'm in the pajama/under garment section, looking at some PJs for myself, when out of nowhere this elderly woman comes up to me. My guess, she had to be around 70 years of age. She had short, light hair, fucked up teeth, and she was wrinkled as all get out. She was also wall-eyed, kinda like a Boston terrier. She comes up to me and says, "Do you think you could help me with something?" I was like, "Uh...sure...what do you need?" She says, "Well, I'm a 36C" Blankly staring into her crazy face, I said, "O...k...." thinking she was going to ask me to read the tag on a bra to confirm it was a 36C or something, BUT NO. She said, "Does this look ok?!!" and pulls off her shirt, in the middle of the store...with my sister standing right there...to show me the nude colored bra she was trying on, NOT in a dressing room, mind you. My sister's jaw dropped. She literally stood there in shock, mouth gaping and all. I quickly glanced at the bra (vomiting in my mouth, and dying a little inside) and I stammered, "Uh, uh...it looks fine to me." Quickly thinking on my feet, I said, "Does it feel ok? Like, it fits?" She said "I don't know, I think the straps need to be more loose." I was like, "That could be." She's flapping her arms like a flightless bird, asking me if her boobs are falling out of the sides of the bra (*shudders*) and then proceeds to ask me if I could loosen the bra straps. Gag me with a spoon! Like I REALLY wanna touch old lady looseskin over here. Gross. But what was I to do? I was cornered, man. She had already turned around, expecting me to say, "sure, no problem" even though I was completely freaked the freak out. Sigh. So I loosened the straps, trying not to touch her skin, and I asked her if the bra felt better (*shudders again*). Luckily, she said it was much better, so I didn't have to endure that again. She asked me again how it looked, and I said, "Like it fits fine." in an even, monotone voice. She thanked me. "Yourwelcome" I blurted out, in a quick mumble, then turned to my sister and said, "run, Sam!" We made a mad dash for the baby clothes section before the woman could ask me for any more "help." Ugh, what is wrong with people, anyway? It was Kohl's, not Victoria's Secret, where it's slightly more acceptable to see women asking for help with bras. And hey, be-tee-dubs, I don't even work there! Perhaps she could have found some poor Kohl's employee to help her. But no, I was the target. After that fiasco, the kid at the cash register was shooting the shit with me about vacations and such. He was nice, but I just wanted to get the hell outta there, ya know? Then at Ruby Tuesday another old woman (this one was sane) was talking to me about Chase, and her little granddaughter was talking to/trying to play with Chase as well. It was like I had some sign on me that day that said, HEY, YOU! COME TALK TO ME! I must be very approachable or something. Maybe I should do something to alter my appearance, ya know, make me look more intimidating? Ooh, maybe I'll get a tear drop tattoo. Don't ex-cons do that? Get a tear drop tattoo? Or maybe a Swastika in the middle of my forehead. OR I could wear a white, hooded cloak every where I go. Although, these things could just open up an invitation to the "wrong" kind of crazies....
Well, I'm getting tired, and I want to go lie down and read. Till next time, friends.