The house that Mark built...

Well... the library anyway.

Early on in our marriage it was clear that we each need our own space. Some place where we can go to relax and have our personal stuff and practice our different hobbies.

Mark is a video gamer. His room needs doors. (NOISY) My hobbies are quieter. I sew and scrapbook and other stuff like that.

I also read. I have a lot of books. A LOT. So... we turned our "formal living room" space in my library/study. Mark handmade me built in book shelves. I made curtains. We both picked out the paint, I picked out the table... now we need a love seat and some art. It's awesome.

Here's proof:

Confidential to My Mom:

(Today marks the 8th anniversary of my mom's passing. So, in her honor, I'm going to tell her 8 things I wish she knew.)

In no particular order:

1) I think about You and miss you every single day, without exception.

2) Mark. I wish you knew him. You'd love him almost as much I do, I have no doubts.

3) I'm almost done with college. I'm not making A's, but I also don't care about that. I'm almost done. YAY!

4) If I ever manage to have a child, a daughter, I am going to name her after you, Elizabeth and Mark's mom, Jewel.

5) Dad's ok. He's not perfect, but he's ok. He misses you.

6) Suzanne's doing better too. She's got a stable job, she misses you too.

7) I work hard. Two jobs. I'm still lazy, but you'd be proud.

8) I got a tattoo. I know. Dad couldn't believe it either.

If I could only time travel!

I would travel forth to a time where 1) the election was OVER. 2) My two upcoming tests were over. 3) Actually, all of school was over altogether, including the big test I have to take after all the "learning" is said and done.

Mostly though, I just want this fucking election over with. I am tired of hearing about it. I'm tired of talking about it. I'm tired of being at odds with the people around me over it. I'm tired of my opinions not being respected. Last night, my father kept putting words in my mouth. He'd say stuff like, "I know [this or that] doesn't matter to you, but...." Only I never said it didn't matter, I never said anything about it. So I kept having to say, I didn't say that dad.

oh, at one point he said, "I know you're pro-abortion..." What the fuck, Dad? When have you (or ANYONE) ever heard me say anything at all about being "Pro-Abortion"? NEVER is the right answer.

Anyway... so yeah... I can't wait until Tuesday is OVER with. O.V.E.R. And, I'm glad I have to work tuesday evening. That makes me very happy. I don't have to listen to anyone about it all day long. YAY.