After what was relayed as a night of one too many ... my dad is now the proud owner of a "cute," young, expensive purse dog. Yes, a purse dog.

A PURSE DOG... A 10 week old Yorkie to be specific ...

I'd feel sorry for him and shake my head in sympathy for the poor bastard, except he did this to his own damn self. I don't think the wicked step-mother knew it was happening or was even there to directly influence him. There's just no poor bastard about it at that point.

And to top it off, not one person in my family likes yappy dogs.

I think we're all starting to lose just a little bit of respect for the man we believed him to be ... I mean, come on ... this is worse than getting a cat ...

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I've gotten what could hardly be called a good night's sleep over the past two days. I couldn't fall asleep and I woke the instant the sun rose. This morning, getting back to sleep was literally impossible.

I had important places to be ...

Seems some HR people (as unexpected as these particular ones were) finally wiped the sleep from their eyes and noticed the fine specimen of an employee I would make.

... AND ... more...

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1 We are not worthy! Congrats!

Posted by: Ogre at June 14, 2006 06:59 AM (/k+l4)

2 Hooray!! Glad it went well for you, and glad you woke with the Sun. Now, go do something to celebrate, and don't forget the hat.

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at June 14, 2006 08:59 AM (I97LW)

3 I'll keep my fingers crossed for you and hope you have every reason to celebrate soon.

Posted by: The Maximum Leader at June 15, 2006 07:50 AM (jiSuM)

4 So... employed... means I can quit my job and you can support me in the lifestyle to which I intend to grow accustomed? Sweeeeet.

Posted by: rsm at June 15, 2006 02:34 PM (Po8C+)

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As the blog so clearly shows, a lot of things I care about have fallen victim to neglect these past weeks. More realistically, over the last month or so. I have been so consumed in personal frustration that I have lost touch with everything and everyone that makes me happy and keeps me sane.

My house has never before been such a disorganized terrible mass of chaos - none of the times I have moved can even approach this level of discord.

I have left many blog friends hanging in the ether of webspace without contact for months. Unbeknownst to them, they are often in my thoughts ... but my fingers never quite manage to communicate those thoughts in their direction.

Phone call after e-mail from family and friends go unanswered. None of them needs to take the neglect personally, but several if not many of them have. It is a growing mess I can't bring myself to clean up.

Graduation and my trip to NYC were a believable excuse for a while, but their effects have been much longer lasting ... and somewhat more detrimental...

In true mid-20s fashion, the dysfunction between my family and me is rampant, if not unbearable at times. During the later part of May, I saw all their worst qualities...

My brother, the epitome of insecurity and weakness, lashing out in anger at the hint of a challenge ... walking around on a pedestal of his own making, yet relying on the fragile world he created to validate the existence of his pedestal.

My father, second only to my brother in weakness of character, just broke my heart. Our communications have grown superficial at best. The belief that follow through or support will come from his direction is gone.

Spending two weeks with my mother almost destroyed any relationship we managed to build over the last 5 years. I saw in her the worst kind of selfishness and self-interest ... a fundamental lack of respect for others and an inability to understand the impact of her actions.

And before people go pointing fingers about being ungrateful for the money spent on my education ... I am thankful that my parents paid for college and helped me in part with graduate school ... but we all know the cliché, "money can't buy you love." Instead, I'd like to ask, where was the attempt to understand what I study, or why I studied it? I am the single, sole departure from medicine. Where is the curiosity about how I developed such a different passion? No one asks how I walked away from my previous passion so easily? Money will never answer those questions for me and could never keep me from asking them.

I suppose I am as lost and frustrated as you're supposed to be in your 20s, but when it comes to "finding myself" I believe I'm well found. I know what I believe in and I know why. I know where I want to go and I have learned many of the painful and necessary lessons from where I've been. I know that there is a world out there larger than myself, one that will keep spinning even if I fall off, that can still be influenced if I put my heart into making it a better place.

But when I am as secure as I about myself as I am, yet still find such little emotional support from my family - the people that are supposed to be your cheerleaders because they love you that much - how am I supposed to have faith that I will find it anywhere else in the world? How am I to believe that our society as a whole isn't made up of hopeless, weak, self-interested characters? Who else will do the right thing even when they must do it alone?

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1 Yay, Chaos! Hope that made you smile and not completely hate me for all time. And you will find that most of society IS made up of hopeless, weak, self-interested characters. Guess you learned somethin' in that fancy school there, huh? The trick is to surround yourself with those who are not and simply ignore the others. The idea that it's your family, well, I think you've already seen the answer yourself, as unfortunate as that may be.

Posted by: Ogre at June 12, 2006 12:10 PM (/k+l4)

2 Cat, I need to call you, and will do so when I recover from my own trip "with family". Here is something to put in your pipe. Relationships with family, and the complications related to those relationships, well in my opinion. They do not change much. I have learned to handle them differently. Sure the relationships wax and wane, but there is simply "something" about family.

Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at June 13, 2006 09:13 AM (U5ZI2)

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I'm sure other people would love to have this problem but ...

I'm so sick of getting money and gifts cards as presents.

Between graduation and my birthday I've gotten far fewer gifts than monetary donations. Don't get me wrong, I'm not turning down anyone's money ... but from some people, I just expect more.

Dad? Amex Gift Cheques. I thought better of him than that ...

Ex's parents? A personal check. Makes sense ... we don't interact much anymore.

Lil Bro? Amazon Gift Code. Seriously? The store that markets itself as having everything? Really?

Cousin I've never met? B&N Gift card. Thanks for thinking of me ... books are always nifty.

So I'm frustrated on two levels:
1. The people that should know me well enough to at least pick a particular store to get a gift card from are the people that go just one step past sending me cash. How much forethought and planning did that require? Just exactly how impersonal were you trying to be?

2. I hate Amazon. They may have a website with everything under the sun but I can't ever find what I want actually IN STOCK! Plus, I have issues with not being able to touch certain things. For example, if I go buy myself a stand mixer like I've been wanting, I want to know what the finish on it feels like. It matters. I want to know before hand how hard getting caked on flour is going to be. AND, if I go out and find in a brick and mortar store what I want, I have to go home and pay shipping on it instead of being able to buy it right there and taking it home.

Grrr ...

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1 Well, personally I prefer cash as a graduation/wedding gift. For birthdays, yeah, something different would be nice, but I'm the kind of person who buys stuff if they want it so it's rare that I'm given something I want/don't already have. If you get married, I'll be giving you cash. Fuck the stuff on your registry. I know you can just trade that stuff back in for store credit. With cash, you can tip the bellhops when you are on your honeymoon.

Posted by: Dorothy at June 08, 2006 02:13 AM (c1bX0)

2 .. goodness... I'm glad I haven't picked out a gift yet then....

Posted by: Eric at June 08, 2006 09:37 PM (r5XsL)

3 Not just that, but it would be nice to get something you could keep to remind you of your graduation and in celebration!

Posted by: Sissy at June 10, 2006 12:14 AM (gCk3+)

4 Hey hot stuff. We are having a BBQ at noon here at Walter Reed at the Mologne House... Please feel free to drop in with yo bad self... I got a personal gift for ya....well not really, but Ill think of one

Posted by: Sgt Allen at June 10, 2006 10:23 AM (ewZg6)

5 OR- You could just be happy that people felt enough of you to give you a gift, regardless of what it is, and realize that you ended the day with more than you began with. I once felt sorry for someone who didn't like the gift her Dad got her, until I met someone who's Dad was dead and gone.

Posted by: Barry at June 11, 2006 03:39 PM (kKjaJ)

6 Ex's parents? The same guy we went to play pool with? Does that mean you are single...wink nod...nudge

Posted by: Sgt Allen at June 14, 2006 03:28 AM (ewZg6)

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Tomorrow is my birthday ...

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