Belated Happy Fourth!

Well, first off, direct your eyes to this post's title. I mean that, LOL. Secondly, I have to add that I was rather surprised. I actually had a lot of fun up at my family's for the fourth. Only two problems with two separate people, but otherwise, I was always talking with someone. Which is strange, considering that I was the one they used to tease at Christmas for just sitting in a corner, not saying a word.

On writing news--yes, I know, but it doesn't mean that it won't get mentioned--I just added a post to my writing blog, on my website... and I'm not sure it posted. It wasn't anything special. But I really hope it posted. I'm trying to get back in the habit--on both of them--of blogging regularly.

So, here's to getting back into the swing of things.

Facebook Etiquette

Just a quick rant here. So, I'm sure that all of you now have several family members in your Facebook friend's list. Okay, that's awesome. But I'm having a really sucky night, and I feel like I can't properly use my Facebook anymore to vent that like I used to. I'd really like to post a status that truly expresses how I feel, but not only to I have family on there, I have former employers on there as well. And what I wanted to post could be taken the wrong way. Not to mention that I posted a quote from Michael C. Hall that talks about how he feels playing Dexter, and one of my relatives kinda got a little freaked out, I think. I hate this!


Well, since I can't post it on Facebook, here was the status that I WAS going to post just a few seconds ago:

Patricia Louise Puckett is having one of those days when, to quote Foamy, "The world sucks, and everybody sucks, and you just want to kill everybody, but you can't because of the legal ramifications."

I Think Negaduck Owns Me...

Yeah, so, for those who have not checked my facebook in the last few months--and I can't imagine who that would be who reads this--I've been obsessed with the fact that there is a brand-spanking new Darkwing Duck comic that is an ongoing series! (Issue #3 released tomorrow--8/11... it has Negaduck in it *squees*).

So, yeah, I'm gonna skip all the bad news, because, to be honest, it's not bad enough to relive and it'll all work out eventually. Probably not before I get an ulcer, but c'est la vie. But, needless to say, we didn't get the PC house--was sold out from under us. But we got approved for a loan from the bank to get a house--any house, under a certain price. How bass-ackwards is that? (btw, I'm in the library as I type this and I am actually shivering I'm so cold...) We've got a couple of houses that we've lined up to go look at, starting tomorrow.

Oh, I did have a rather fun--feel the sarcasm--week a little while back. I had known that my Aunt Keri had been sick and needed her gallbladder removed. Okay, that was the extent of my knowledge. So, one Sunday morning, we get a text from Laura saying that she was taking Mom into the emergency room at Helen Keller. I freak out, Preston and I head out there, and it turns out that she has another kidney stone. A big one too. But she's lucid, so she's not too bad off... not like last time. But they have to admit her, so Laura chooses to stay w/ us, which is not a problem. So, the next day, comes to find out, they are giving Mom a minor surgery/procedure to break up this apparently humongous kidney stone. After surgery, the doctor also informs us that she had had to have a stint put in to clear a blockage. Scary, but apparently not too serious.

Meanwhile, I come to find out that Aunt Keri had almost died from that gallstone. She did end up with an infection in her pancreas. She was in ICU in Helen Keller, and had been in the hospital for a month. She had gone to R'ville hospital at first to get treated, and they turned her away saying, "She just wanted the drugs." I hope that hosital gets it stuck to them bad.

So, later that evening, Preston, Laura, and I are returning from running a few errands and entery through the emergency entrance of the hospital to see my stepmother standing there on the phone. She motions vaguely and says, "You're father is in there." Well, I just think that she means that he's here visiting Aunt Keri. Nope, he'd been in a car wreck. Thankfully, I don't think it was anything worse than bumps, bruises, and an arm in a sling.

But, yeah, fun week. Then poor Asma got sick the other day. I'm glad she's all right.

And in between all this reality, I keep dreaming about possible outcomes for the Darkwing Duck comics... sheesh. This all led to a plotbunny for a fanfic that 3 separate people have told me they would love to read (the surprising two are my mother and sister).

Well, that's it for me. I'll be back when more excite rears its head.

Feeling a Little Upset...

Okay, so my cousin Gina sends me a message on Myspace. No biggie, we randomly contact one another since we have some of the same interests. However, this message deeply upsets me. It's an invite...to a surprise get-together on Sept. 25th for my sister's birthday (who doesn't read this blog, so no worries) that's being held by Gina, Sonya, Christy, and Amanda. Okay, so I'm happy Laura is turning 17, but...I just feel like I'll be odd person out if I go. I was invited...which means, obviously, that I had NOTHING to do with the organizing. I'm a party guest at my own sisters party...that sounds like there's nothing wrong with that, but there is. I always feel like this at family functions...Like I'm only being invited because I have to be.

That all sounds a little selfish, but I'm sorry. I do want to celebrate my sister's birth, but I don't want to be treated like I'm a horrible person for not being the one to think of it first. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Oh, they're you're family and they're just trying to do what's nice for Laura." That would be utterly fantastic if that were true. But I know my bloodline. They like to play big. They can't help it, it's genetic. But...well, right now I'm just flailing for words. Just reading that email gave me an awful feeling and made me want to cry.

Am I a horrible person? Should I go or not? I just don't know.

Follow-Up and Accidents

Following up on my last post, Edamerica has again bumped the disbursment date to Sept. 4. This is getting so ridiculous that even the director of our fianacial aid department emailed us, telling us this date. Even he sounded skeptical! Now, generally, I'm a kind person. Sept. 4 is the last straw. If I don't have money by Sept. 4, I'm changing lenders. Up yours, Edamerica!

Do you know that this is making local news? I didn't. Not until last night, anway.

Anyhow, on a much more positive note: my friends and family are so helpful right now. My mother deposited $50 into my account (money she's owes me, but I know she could really use) just because she thought it could help. I mentioned my fiance helping me with groceries, well, he's also getting me the ink I need now. And then, last night, I got a telephone call from my Dad telling me that I didn't have to worry about paying him back and that, if he could help, he would. I also mentioned my timesharing two books with two of my friends. Well, one of them had previously offered to loan me the cash for my books. I don't want to accept not knowing when I could pay her back. But, guys, all of you, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! All of you, even a few I haven't mentioned, because I know they would help if they could.

Now on a less positive note, but slightly funny one: My dad had an accident at work. My mom called and tell me about it. He lost two of his fingertips and they've got him at home for 4-6 weeks and drugged up. Now, nothing about that is funny, don't misunderstand me. I cried when I first heard about it. What the funny part is is that right before my mom told me exactly what his accident entailed (i.e. the lost fingertips), she said, and I quote, "He's all right. He's fine." Fine? Fine in my book does not constitute the lost of two fingertips, Mom! But I guess it could have been worse, so I'm just glad he's alive.

Well, that's it for now. I'm off to write. Channel my fury and relief into much needed prose and poetry! Tootles!