the UGC: You Take the Good, You Take the Bad

You Take the Good, You Take the Bad
March 17, 2008

I am simultaneously feeling the hate and just the tiniest bit of love for Monday. The hate? Well, duh. It's Monday. I had to wake up to an alarm clock, pull myself together, and go to work. The love? It means the weekend is over. The weekend that was full of good, but couldn't pass without throwing a little bit of bad in there too. I'm glad the bad is sort of behind me now.

Saturday afternoon, I headed to K2's house for her annual St. Patrick's day party. She's one of my oldest friends, and I hadn't seen her in almost 6 months. I didn't want to miss the party. I had fun. Lots of fun. There was cheese, wine, tons of Irish beer, homemade limoncello, corned beef, cabbage, an amazing artichoke quiche, and tons of cupcakes. I was enjoying myself so much, that I ended up totally flaking on the Flickr Turns 4 birthday party, which I had every intention of going to. This was part of the bad.

I received the rest of the bad (in the form of news I was sort of expecting but still not mentally prepared for) when I arrived at my final destination: Mum's house. Sunday was spent doing my taxes, having a fabulously late lunch, and a bit of shopping. When we finally got back to her house, we ordered some Chinese food and watched an episode of What Not to Wear. At least the bad was sort of sandwiched between the good, right?

As I drove home, my belly full of vegetable chow mien, and my head pounding (probably due to dehydration or possibly the chow mien), I started crying. My Mum is moving away. And it's all happening way sooner than I thought, and there's nothing I can do about it. So I cried.

Eventually, I'll be fine. I know it's not the end of the world. At least she's moving somewhere cool, and it'll give me an excuse to do something with all that vacation time I accrue and never use. Lot's of people live more than an hour away from their parents, and they're fine. Given time, everything will be okay.

I'll probably elaborate more once my brain adjusts to the idea, but for now, I'm just going to cry a little, because that's pretty much all I can do.

$\"Blossomy$ \n\n\nI am simultaneously feeling the hate and just the tiniest bit of love for Monday. The hate? Well, duh. It's Monday. I had to wake up to an alarm clock, pull myself together, and go to work. The love? It means the weekend is over. The weekend that was full of good, but couldn't pass without throwing a little bit of bad in there too. I'm glad the bad is sort of behind me now.\n\nSaturday afternoon, I headed to K2's house for her annual St. Patrick's day party. She's one of my oldest friends, and I hadn't seen her in almost 6 months. I didn't want to miss the party. I had fun. Lots of fun. There was cheese, wine, tons of Irish beer, homemade limoncello, corned beef, cabbage, an amazing artichoke quiche, and tons of cupcakes. I was enjoying myself so much, that I ended up totally flaking on the Flickr Turns 4 birthday party, which I had every intention of going to. This was part of the bad. \n\nI received the rest of the bad (in the form of news I was sort of expecting but still not mentally prepared for) when I arrived at my final destination: Mum's house. Sunday was spent doing my taxes, having a fabulously late lunch, and a bit of shopping. When we finally got back to her house, we ordered some Chinese food and watched an episode of What Not to Wear. At least the bad was sort of sandwiched between the good, right?\n\nAs I drove home, my belly full of vegetable chow mien, and my head pounding (probably due to dehydration or possibly the chow mien), I started crying. My Mum is moving away. And it's all happening way sooner than I thought, and there's nothing I can do about it. So I cried. \n\nEventually, I'll be fine. I know it's not the end of the world. At least she's moving somewhere cool, and it'll give me an excuse to do something with all that vacation time I accrue and never use. Lot's of people live more than an hour away from their parents, and they're fine. Given time, everything will be okay. \n\nI'll probably elaborate more once my brain adjusts to the idea, but for now, I'm just going to cry a little, because that's pretty much all I can do.\n\n

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