Hello Everyone:
I've been in a very irritable mood today. I was rudely awakened this morning by a mariachi band outside my window at 5a.m. Really. The full band: singers, guy with the giant guitar, guy with the tiny guitar, violin, and horns. Who the $&@? does this sort of thing? I mean what kind of nonsense is that? If you want to surprise someone on their birthday or propose, then fine, do it at a normal hour not before the cows and chickens wake up. I got on the phone with PLB patrol and eventually the band moved on. If I ever find the person who hired the mariachis, I'll give give a serious beat down. That left me tire and irritable the whole day. The upside is I applied for another writing job, got some chore done, and got my hair cut. Oh yes, I actually accepted a lunch invitation for Saturday. It's not something I want to do but I'll once in a while I have to drag myself out of the house. At least it's not one of those boring meals at sis's house. Mom was really getting on my nerves today. I know, nothing new except for the subject-fixing me up with someone. That someone being white and Jewish. She even went as far as to give me this whole melodramatic argument about how marrying the Brit BF would be so awful. I haven't made up my mind about that one. I think this thought line comes out the engagement party she went to the other evening. One of her friends is remarrying and moving to Washington state. Mom thought about asking the groom-to-be about any prospects. I don't really want to be fixed up with anyone. I really love the Brit BF enough that I want to give this relationship a real chance. Do I see myself marrying him one day? Not there yet but I just want to spend time and really get to know him. I doubt I'll ever convince mom of his merits. Truth is, I don't need her approval. I just want to live my life.
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