Two weekends ago, I saw Gram. Last week was a bit of a wash. Sorry for no updates. Unfortunately, Gram was not her usual feisty self, so not much to blog about with that anyway. However, we did participate in my favorite game. When I arrived at rehab, with green carnations in hand in honor of St. Patrick's Day, Gram had just started a game of BINGO. The employee leading the game asked if I wanted to take Gram to her room for a visit. "Pfff. We are staying here." I said. Gram smiled and organized her chips by color.
I never knew how cutthroat Bingo can be. Each time a resident would yell "BINGO!" A particularly small woman would say, "You better take her name down. We deserve to know the names of the winners." Have you ever read contest guidelines and at the end it will say, "For a list of winners, contact.." I always wondered, "Who the hell cares?" Now, I know. Gram had awful luck, no quarter for her this time. I did however, bring her four Cadbury creme eggs, only to find out later that I brought the wrong kind. I will be bringing a truckload of the caramel eggs home for Easter.
Since Gram wasn't up to providing material, I'll make a confession. I caved. I am sure you know what I am talking about. I won't be wearing that "I Survived Lent" t-shirt on Easter Sunday. This is how it went down.
I never knew how cutthroat Bingo can be. Each time a resident would yell "BINGO!" A particularly small woman would say, "You better take her name down. We deserve to know the names of the winners." Have you ever read contest guidelines and at the end it will say, "For a list of winners, contact.." I always wondered, "Who the hell cares?" Now, I know. Gram had awful luck, no quarter for her this time. I did however, bring her four Cadbury creme eggs, only to find out later that I brought the wrong kind. I will be bringing a truckload of the caramel eggs home for Easter.
Since Gram wasn't up to providing material, I'll make a confession. I caved. I am sure you know what I am talking about. I won't be wearing that "I Survived Lent" t-shirt on Easter Sunday. This is how it went down.
Sunday afternoon, I was watching "The Big Lebowski" (for the first time) and was hungry. I started to go through what I had for food. My Kashi cereal and apple slices did not appeal to me. I knew what I wanted and started to reason with myself why I should just have what I wanted. I started with Thursday's events. That day (the day after St. Pat's) was the worst day of my life. For a few reasons. I won't divulge too much information, but to sum it up, I typically don't go out on St. Patrick's Day because I don't care to celebrate Irish people getting wasted. I am of Irish descent, but not the kind that takes pride in wearing green and drinking green beer. If Gram was that kind of person, that would be one thing, but she's not. This year, again, I didn't wear green or drink green beer, but I definitely drank beer. Late that night, I took a bit of a fall. And it shows. I woke the following morning embarrassed and mad at myself. To feel better, I went to check celebrity news. This was the headline: "Sandra Bullock Has Left the Family Home" http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20352494,00.html I was devastated. After she won the Oscar, I kept thinking, "They are the greatest couple. Jesse is so sweet, the tears in his eyes..I love him, I love her. Yay." After reading that this douche-bag cheated on my favorite actress, it felt a little personal. Now I hope that Ryan Reynolds breaks up with Scarlett and sweeps Sandra off her feet. She deserves that.
It's so upsetting to talk about that I almost forgot where I was going with this. I needed more reason than that to break my fast (not much), so I thought, "I'm not even a practicing Catholic. They don't like gay people and make nuns live together, why would I give something up for them?" Lastly, I looked at my face in the mirror. I mumbled something to my roommates about having to get milk and was out the door. I didn't gorge myself, though. I had one serving, and I haven't had any since. But, I didn't survive the 40 days. Next year I will give up one night stands.
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