3 post pity party

Readddddddyyyyyy GO!

1. I don't wanna write this paper!!! I'm only on page four....of FIFTEEN-TWENTY!

2. I hate being a woman...well, not really. Just the monthly part of it.

3. Why did the weather have to go from frost advisory to 1,000 degrees in just a short week. Why, Kentucky? Why can't you have seasons like normal states?

K. Thanks for listening to my pity party. Back to work...maybe...

Just let me vent

I just need to vent. At my aunt's surprise 60th birthday party, my cousins and I were talking about New Years Eve. We spent last years together and it was the best one I ever have had. Aside from that whole being in Tokyo thing the year before. Anyway. So, one cousin was basically out right away. Her husband plays in a band and they have to play that night. One was pretty vague about plans, but asked that they be kept in the loop about things. Then there were the ones who were all about it, making plans for babysitters right there on the spot, texting friends to invite them. I dropped the ball on planning for a couple of weeks. Things had become busy in my life. I think we've established that here. So, I decide if we are going, we need to get on it and either try to get a hotel or that maybe we could come to BG and have a budget NYE and they could all stay with me. I sent a message to 8 people. Keep in mind, 1 person already said no (I didn't want her to feel left out, though), 2 people and I have been texting back and forth for quite some time about plans and they were always a maybe. 1 person has always been a maybe and is notoriously bad at fb messages (shout out, BTF!). The others, though. The ones who were all about it. Nothing. So, I've had it. I'm passive and decided to do the confronting fb style. One cousin OF COURSE turned it around to be about herself and my not replying to a message (that in my mind didn't warrant one) about sex...on Christmas Eve. The other told me to take off my diva shoes and that he didn't know he had to respond no. Out of respect for me, he should have told me that he changed his mind. It's not the no that upset me or hurt my feelings. Own up to the fact that you bailed and that you were in the wrong. Don't tell me about my diva shoes, because in a situation like this, they are pretty permanent. I don't forget too quickly without an appology. It's not one of my best traits. Once the tables were turned and I was told about my not responding on Christmas Eve, I wrote and apologized. I owned up to my mistake and explained myself. I'll never get that from them.