Whatever Katie

Aaliyah has been licking her lips a lot lately and they have become extremely chapped and look like they hurt. The following is a conversation I had with her when she got done eating breakfast.

Me: "How about we put some chapstick on your lips so they don't hurt. They look like they hurt."

Aaliyah: "Uncle Andy's burned and I cried. I don't want any."

Me: "I promise mine won't hurt it will make you feel better. " As I pull out my Dr Pepper Lipsmackers chapstick. (Yes I still use the chapstick brand I had in elementary school.)

Me: after putting on the chapstick that has a slight pink tint to it, "Woo woo it looks like you are wearing lipstick!"

Aaliyah in a valley girl tone of voice: "Whatever Katie!" As she rolled her eyes and proceeded to turn her back on me.

Let's just say I busted a gut laughing and she couldn't figure out why I thought it was so funny.

Violation of the Wattle

I've been violated and really what could I do but sit there and take it like a good sport. For those of you who ever watched Ally McBeal you know exactly what the wattle is.

I would just like to preface that I hate people touching my wattle and I put this violation of my personal space right up there with being groped.

I had to take my grams to the bank to get some paperwork notarized and as I was leaving her place I stood waiting for the elevator with an elderly gentleman. He stared at me for awhile and then said, "You look just like my cousin." and then proceeded to touch my wattle. Talk about freaking a girl out. I just sat there with a really awkward expression on my face and in my head I was trying to decide what I should do. My grandma was with me and she just made small talk like nothing had happened.

Once we entered the elevator he again told me how I looked exactly like his cousin and then he stroked my cheek. AWKWARD. I was so glad I only had to ride one floor with him and since I can walk faster than he can run I booked it out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened.

My grandma made the comment that he talked more to me in the few minutes we were together than he has ever talked to her in the year that she has known him. I guess he was a POW of WWII and doesn't talk much to anyone.

Since I am fascinated with people's stories and histories and I have this weird obsession with WWII I would really like to talk to him but at the same time I don't think I will just because he kind of creeps me out. Nice guy just no sense of personal space.

What You've Missed

I’ve been meaning to write for quite some time but I just haven’t had the time, energy or a computer the past month or so.

The last part of August and first part of September have been really hard and stressful for me. I haven’t really wanted to talk about some things but I guess it’s time to start processing. I’m just going to highlight a few things and then if I decide I want to go into details down the road I will.

Several Saturday’s ago I found out that one of the guy’s I used to date committed suicide. To make matters worse he had tried calling me twice right around the time they predicted his death. I didn’t answer the phone because it was a number that was not programmed into my new phone. (I don’t answer unknown phone calls because of drama.) Needless to say I was pretty upset and my family doesn’t really seem to understand, in fact, most people just don’t understand. I’ve just kind of pushed it on the back burner and haven’t wanted to deal with it. It’s been hard this week though because I had to listen to my mom and my sister go on about how stupid suicide is and how selfish he was. I really just don’t want people bringing it up right now. Plus, this weekend is the annual walk to raise funds for suicide prevention and people are asking if I am going because I’ve been directly affected by it recently. Truth be told I don’t want to go, I know I should go, but I’m not sure I am ready to deal with everything.

That same night I found out about Matt’s suicide some guy tried to attack me when I came home from Jordan’s house. Well he might not have been trying to attack me, but I really don’t know since I wouldn’t get out of my car at 2 in the morning. The end result was a high speed chase through my neighborhood and my car needing to get the alignment done. I’m alive and safe so that’s all I’m going to say about that.

My grandma’s case finally made it to trial; it has only been 3 years. My aunt was found not guilty of exploitation of an elderly person even though she flat out told the jury she took my grandma’s money. She was found guilty of opening a credit card under my grandma’s name so maybe she will get sentenced with a felony on that one. The judge won’t even decide until November.

In good news, Jordan got married on September 4th.