MY LIFE - MARCH

Social Experiment #310 - Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Just when I was doing so well writing entries, I decided to go 11 days between this one and the last one. Oh well. I've been busy, the weather was actually nice for a change, and when I did have time to write, I lost all ambition.

Such was the case last night. I was all ready to write, reveal my thoughts, and generally get in depth on something that had been on my mind, but then I went to some site, was fooling around there, and then when I decided to write, I had lost the thoughts and the motivation as well.

A lot has happened in the last 11 days. I've worked more overtime at work as we prepare for the physical inventory that's coming up this Friday. The thought of me having to come into work at 5 in the morning after working until 11pm the previous night not only doesn't sit well with me, it scares me completely. I have a feeling I will not be going to bed that night.

I've had to fix up some minor things outside of our house since it was finally nice enough to do so. It also didn't hurt that my mom reminded me of the things I was going to do when it warmed up either. Thanks mom. I really appreciate the thought you put into reminding me of these tasks. My favorite was trying to fix the bottom step. Normally this would be easy, but Shade decided he wanted the screw driver I had in my hand and kept trying to take it from me.

I cut my hair the other night. I cut the top too short though. Normally I use a 3/4 inch attachment. Well, I decided that I'd use the 1/2 inch one this time thinking "what's the harm?" I found out the next morning when trying to gel my hair down. It didn't want to do it very well and it quickly became an exercise in how much gel will it take before the hair will stop sticking up anymore. Note to self: do not cut it that short again.

The biggest thing that happened involved my younger sister, Teresa. This goes back to last week though. She and my mom were in the store shopping (eventually spending $186!) for some things and I got to be the lucky one who rang them up. Well, imagine the look on my face when my mom placed a package for a pregnancy test on the counter. I looked at her, then looked at Teresa knowing damn well it wasn't for my mom.

When I got home later that night, Teresa was downstairs sitting in the chair, looking at a magazine. I looked at her and just got this feeling that she was going to tell me she was pregnant. I don't know why or how, but I just knew what she was going to say. She looked at me and I told her to just tell me and get it over with.

She gave me a smile and said that the kit came up positive, but she was going to the doctors the following week (this week) to make sure she really was. We then talked about a number of things for a few moments before she went back upstairs.

If I wasn't so damn tired, I'd get into some long-winded commentary about how I feel about all of this, the possible repercussions, the comparisons to this situation and the pregnancy that my older sister went through before misscarrying, but I'm too exhausted for that.

The fact is, everytime I think about it, if it's true, I'm going to be an uncle. It's just the kind of thing that makes me stop for a minute and try to really understand it. I don't think it's hit me yet. I don't think it will until I see that she's really pregnant and that this is going to happen. Then, it'll probably be while I'm driving home from work one night that I'll flip out.

Right now though, it's not bothering or affecting me at all.

My little sister's pregnant. She just couldn't leave well enough alone, could she?

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The pics from my web cam aren't going to be that great for now. I only seem to be using it at night, which means either the overhead light will be on and making me look really dark, or there's no light other than this really dim light behind me and the light from the monitor.

But I don't care. I'm just glad that the cam is working without a problem.