misspriss.org

I’m getting really close to coming out. I am, truly. It’s so hard to not talk about something that’s on your mind constantly and it’ll be so nice when I can finally share.

I haven’t officially revealed things at work, and until I do, I can’t be sure who’s reading here. Better to be safe. But when it’s time, I will talk freely. And post pics!

I almost lost my domain, beckyscorner, due to a divorce between two registrars. But everything’s good now; I’ll explain more later. Whew, am I relieved that I didn’t lose things completely. That would have been a mess (and a nightmare to clean up).

I guess you could say that I have one of those faces. You know, the ones that have pretty generic, WASPy features. Dark hair, light skin, blue eyes. I could pass for any number of Scottish, Irish, English or even German people. I’m always being told I look like somebody’s wife, daughter, sister, girlfriend. My best friend and I even look enough alike for people to ask if we’re sisters.

In fact, I work with a woman who has the same hair color, skin tone, and eye color as I do. And occasionally we wind up with about the same hair length. Hilarity ensues.

I’ve never been mistaken for this woman. Ever. No one has come up to me, or yelled at me from a distance, and called me by her name. However, she has recounted more than one instance of this to me. Last night was the funniest one yet.

She went into the ice cream store in my neighborhood. Ordered the same thing I always order. The owner knows our family. Has for years. When my coworker asked about birthday cakes, the owner asked whose birthday it was. Coworker said that the baby was about to turn one… Owner responds with “Baby? What baby? Nobody told me you’d had a baby!” Coworker decided that was the strangest conversation ever, but didn’t really know what to say.

This morning, as she came into work and passed my office, she realized what had probably happened. She told me the story, which I thought was quite funny. I’m not sure she was quite as amused as I was, but she got a kick out of it. And tonight I’ll stop by the ice cream shop and tease the owner about that. My kiddo hangs out at her shop all the time, which is why she would have been confused at no one telling her I’d had a baby. Because I haven’t, obviously (for those of you that know me). And the kiddo would have most definitely mentioned a new sibling.

Ah, the joys of having “one of those” faces.

I am officially two weeks away from graduation and I am so ready I can hardly stand it. Of course, I’m so tired I can hardly stand, too. And I still have a lot of work to do in order to finish my projects for my independent study courses. Why did I take 5 classes again? Oh yes, so I didn’t have to wait until the Fall to graduate. Now I remember!

Have you ever lowered your standards? At the beginning of the semester, I planned to shoot for graduation with a cum laude distinction. Now I just want to pass all of my classes and get my diploma. How quickly our standards erode when we’re bone tired, overworked, and stressed. Does anyone ever ask for your grades anyway, unless you’re applying to grad school? Guess what. I’m not applying! I have other things on my plate that will take precidence. But I’m still tired.

Seriously, I am exhausted all the time. I sleep on my lunch break. I nap after work. I nap between classes. And then I still try to get in bed by 11 or 12 so I can get 5 or 6 hours of sleep. And it’s still not enough!

Immediately after graduation, we’re taking off to go see my family in the midwest. I just hope I can stay awake on the 30 hour drive. Because after that, it’s time to catch up on sleep! I might even see my family once or twice in between naps. Maybe.

Yesterday was a study in opposites. In the morning, I got a call from my aunt. She asked when we’re coming out, so she can plan a music party around our visit. Over the last year or two, my family has revived their old habit of having jam sessions. And each time, I’ve managed to just miss it. But this time, they are planning it for us. I’m excited, because it’s a chance to see a bunch of neighbors and cousins who I wouldn’t get to see (all in one place). And we can announce our Big News then, too.

And in the afternoon, before I left for work, I found out that a woman I know and admire is leaving her job at some company, somewhere. Not a huge deal, right? It’s the circumstances that have thrown me for a loop. Her boss has been micromanaging a LOT over the last few months. No one knows why there was a sudden change. Not only was it sudden, but the changes are huge, appear strange to everyone not in that boss’ head, and affect a bunch of people around them, too. No surprise that she got fed up and gave notice, right? Until they said oh, nevermind, we don’t really need your notice… you can go ahead and leave. today. [ed note: that’s just my paraphrase of the situation, observing from way outside the goings on. but that is how it’s appearing to those on the outside. i’m just sayin’.]

WTF, right? That’s what those of us who know her are thinking anyway. Something strange is brewing in that situation and they wonder how much worse it will get before it gets better. It will get better, won’t it? We all sure hope so.

Good news/ bad news. We all get it. But I’m still grouchy and feeling on edge about I-don’t-know-what-right-now and I’d like to savor the good news a little longer before the bad news kicks me in the shin, okay?

My best friend just had her 40th birthday last week. As I was thinking about that, I realized that she was born the year before my brother. That puts him at 39 this year. Holy cow, my brother’s pushing 40! How’d that happen?

Funny how these things sneak up on you, isn’t it? I plan on having my first kid before I turn 35. Will I have a 2nd before 40? I really don’t know. But damn, time sure is flying. At least I’ll be able to say I got my degree in my early 30s. *grin*

Even more crazy is the fact that my Dad just turned 65 last Friday. When did my Dad get that old? He just doesn’t seem old enough for AARP and social security. And I worry about both his & mom’s health. I want them to have a chance to enjoy their grandchildren. That means more to me than I can even express. Damn, now I’m getting all teary-eyed. I don’t talk about my parents a lot, because they are fiercely private. But I do have to say they are some of the most amazing people I know. And I am so grateful that I have them as my parents. They are so kind. And mellow. And caring. They are so special to me and I really miss them. I hate living so far away from them. But we hope to change that in the next few years.

I guess I totally lost track of where I was going to go. That happens sometimes when I write off-the-cuff. But ya know what? It did have it’s purpose. It reminds me that I need to write them and TELL them all of this. Make sure they know it.