- Button's classes are almost over for the semester (yay!)
- Work is going much better since that person who I wont name is now gone. Ding dong... you fill in the rest
- I'm getting my continuing education hours knocked out. Six hours down, 14 to go.
- I'm thinking about trying to home brew some beer, just to experiment. It could be a lot of fun... and tasty, I hope!
- The apt will finally see some improvement as we finally get it clean before Katie's parents arrive on Friday.
- We had fresh pineapple today with the SUNDAY PANCAKES. I cant begin to tell you how good fresh whole pineapple is.
- We grilled yesterday. I made quite possibly the besty tasting steak I've made to date. I seasoned it simply with pepper and seasoning salt, coated it with a bit of light evoo and let it sit in some beer for about 45 minutes. I cooked just above medium. Oh. So. Good. I love grilling. Button got a veggie Riblet, which wasnt too bad. A very close replica to the real thing. I was impressed.
- Today we rode our bikes from home to the library. It was fun! Made really good time, too.
- We watched Sin City, or started to. It didnt interest either of us enough to really even get halfway through. It was visually really good... but... enh.
- I think I kinda want Chinese for diner, but dont know what Button wants.
Easter with my parents was odd, interesting, good, then... more usual. I got home Friday night, and we chatted really nice, which was odd. Saturday was even weirder, with my parents getting along, and we were actually talking about things, then me and mom went for a walk and we talked. We then took a walk with my dad to schnucks to buy a yogurt. We got along really well, and it was.. well, astounding. Which as we all know, is when the other shoe drops, and the anvil, and any other idioms. Suffice to say, Sunday was more the usual for my parents, they bickered, Mom started a fight, and I got my feelings hurt.
In the end, I'm just thankful for Saturday, for something more like what I remember from so long ago. Back when we were a real family who ate at the dinner table and talked about stuff and was.. real. The more I'm around my parents now, the less I feel I know who I grew up with. I dont always know them. We grew apart so long ago, mostly because I needed to seperate myself from them, because I knew if I didnt, I'd end up like them. And I didnt want that. But I still find myself doing what I know I'd tell others not to do. I always find myself back at seventeen, helping out with the bills, but now instead of bills, I just get emotionally hijacked.
My mom says she misses me, and she does. But I think she misses more the idea of who I was in her mind more than the person I really was, or am now; niether of whom she is interested in knowing. And my dad... my dad hasnt really cared a lot about much of anyone but himself for a long time. We came to an understanding a long time ago when he was no longer able to terrify me into submission. I have so many good memories of my life with my parents, but they are always of moments where times were good, and we did things together. I only wish .... In someways I wish I could go home to those memories. Go back to the trailer, in a sense. Going back home to the happy place that before my apartments was the only home I'd known. A home that fell apart long before it was destroyed.
Well, that cheered things right up, didnt it? *sigh*
Oh!
Button made Applesauce bread last night! VERY GOOD.
