Quick Update

It’s almost the end of March.  I still have not spoken to my mother after that run-in with my brother.  She is, apparently, mad at ME.  I don’t know what I did wrong, but apparently it was bad enough for her to not call me on Christmas, see me in person at a cousins wedding and avoid me like the plague, not call me on my THIRTIETH birthday (that’s right, I’m no longer in my twenties, YIKES!!!) but sent me a measly text that said, “happy dirty thirty.  If it matters, Scott says happy birthday too.” 
No I love you or anything. 

She also informed my Grandma that she doesn't have time for me anymore because she's too busy focusing on her grandson. 

 

I think that’s when I decided that 30% of the reason I don’t want kids is because I don’t want to turn into a shitty parent like one of the ones that brought me into this world. 

That and because I just don’t want to ruin my life. 

Just My Luck

Lenny and I have had a great run. 
And we’re still running. 

And you know how much I love to run...

 

New Year’s Eve was fun- just the two of us getting shit-faced on the roof of a building in Little Italy. 

So things are going good.  Nay- things are going great.  I seriously could not ask for a better…boyfriend, if that’s what you want to call him.  (And sometimes I do- but mostly just because it’s a lot easier to say than “the dude I’m seeing” or “my boning buddy” or something like that.)

 

So what does luck have to do with it?

The kickballers are all attending a wedding together the first weekend in February.  No dates, just the kickballers.  GQ is even going to come down from lala land that weekend to hang out.

Oh, and GQ is staying with me. 

Go ahead and let that sink in for a second…

 

Seven months ago this would have been the greatest thing to ever happen to mankind. 

And now I have a boyfriend. 

YAAAASSSSSS

I did it. 

With this post, I have successfully reached my goal of writing at least one more blog post per month more than last year. 

I can’t believe I’ve survived another year.

 

I can’t believe I’m going to turn 30 next year.  THIRTY.

 

This past year has been amazing; I’ve made some amazing new friends, I’ve seen amazing things, went on vacation, started working out more (though, “more” isn’t a lot since I never did anything before).

 

I’ve watched a handful of my friends score their dream jobs and move away to do what they love.  I have a job that I love. I wouldn’t consider it my dream job yet, but I think it definitely has the potential to move in that direction. 

I met a boy (gasp!). And I haven’t even gotten sick of him yet (even bigger gasp!).

So what does that mean for 2015?

I’m not making any lofty goals this year.  This year I just want to enjoy it.  That may mean that the blog will be on hiatus.  (Which, is probably a good thing, because the better my life is, the less time I have to write.) Who knows.  Maybe I’ll write even more.

It’s been real.  And it’s been fun.  And I can’t wait to see what the next adventure brings.

KC

Barney Brief

I talked to Barney last night for the first time in months. 

 

Ok, slight lie- I talked to him briefly on the phone a couple weeks ago, but that was only because I answered the phone to tell him I was at a Christmas party and couldn’t talk; I’m not counting it. 

 

Lenny and I have been hanging out, dating, whatever you want to call it for five months now.  It’s the first time I’ve actually talked to Barney in over five months.  And somehow, nothing has changed between us. 

We still make jokes about my brother, talk about how things between us just worked (really well) except for the whole distance thing

 

 I made fun of how dumb he is… “so I hear you’re not coming home for Thanksgiving anymore?”…”Barney, it’s the end of December.” And just got off the phone feeling a little better about life. 

I miss him; but I couldn’t be happier with where I am.

Today, it’s the simple things in life.

A Public Service Announcement

I'm not good with serious.  I've never been good with serious.  But this is serious. 

 

I found out recently (yesterday) that my brother has been hitting his girlfriend.  His pregnant girlfriend.  In the face. 

 

And my parents know that this has happened and haven't done anything about it. 

 

To say I'm disgusted with the situation would be an understatement. 

 

My mom brought it up yesterday in the most infuriating nonchalant manner that I almost thought she was exaggerating.  And then explained that when my brother drinks he uses his girlfriend as a (and this is a direct quote) "punching bag" ...and then shamed his girlfriend for encouraging him to take shots with her friends on her 21st birthday. 

 

NO. 

 

This is absolutely not ok.  And the worst part about it- is my mom is just sitting back and letting this happen.  IN.  HER.  HOUSE. 

 

 

Growing up, the ONE THING my mother taught me was to never let a man treat me like that.  And here she is, letting HER SON treat the mother of HER GRANDCHILD like that in HER HOUSE.

 

I am so disgusted.

 

And taking the money I would have spent on them for Christmas and donating to their local women's refuge for abused and sexually assaulted women. 

 

Seriously though, if you're in an abusive relationship, GET THE FUCK OUT. It's not worth it and you're worth so much more.

 

The national domestic violence hotline number is: 1-800-799-7233

There are people out there willing to help you; you're not alone.

 

That Awkward Moment...

This post is about a month late... but I completely forgot about it until now.

After we decided we were done with Ale House, we decided we were going to go there for Halloween (told you it's a #latepost!).  The problem with that was that Lenny was coming with us and before this, I'd NEVER taken a boy there. I'd met up with Fitch and Matt there, left with Salty, and been undressed with Aladdin's eyes for the past year...but I had never shown up with a guy before.

And then I showed up with Lenny. Surprisingly, Salty still got all of us in, my favorite bartender still hooked up my drink and our spot up by the DJ was open. Everything was great until I felt Aladdin' s eyes bearing into me.

Then shit got awkward.

Of course when Lenny is drunk he's all over me...and he was trashed. Normally I don't mind, but I could SEE Aladdin killing him with eyes.

And then he started dancing with Charlii while staring straight at me.

And then he disappeared. I thought I was off the hook and  maybe he'd go work a different area... and then I felt his hands around my waist and his crotch all over my ass.

And then we left because I was done.

Why So Serious?

Four months. 

Lenny and I have been dating for four months now and until yesterday, I thought we were doing a (relatively) good job of keeping things simple. 

And then I had to call my grandma and tell her I was bringing a black boy home with me for Thanksgiving (because he somehow invited himself over). 

All in all, things went really well. Though, Grams did ask why he has his hair like he does (dreads) and my grandpa asked if he was a pimp. 

It definitely could have been worse.