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How long it's been since I made an entry here!
Ok, here's a rundown of what's up in the land of Prairie:
After breaking up with Q in '06, I went on a relationship hiatus.
Summer of '07, Civa admits he likes me. I realize I like him back. Hiatus ended.
Winter of '07, after several visits (and agonizing Greyhound rides), Civa and I decide to put an end to the long-distance thing and live together. He moves in with me and my parents.
Autumn of '08, after more than a year together and nearly a year under the same roof, we come to the mutual agreement that we want to take the next step in our relationship. I start referring to him as my fiance.
Valentine's Day, '09--Civa gets me a ring, making it official. The Prairie is now engaged! Any man who can survive more than a year sharing a roof and a car with my mother is a keeper for sure.
In other news, I am working on getting my artwork up off the ground. It's not going exactly how I planned it when I was a kid. I used to think I'd make my living off of stunning fantasy art, but now I'm finding that it's the little things that bring in the money. My best seller--football postage. It's funny--I wasn't even happy with that design, but it's made me more money than anything else I've done. Go figure!
 PrairieGhost · Thu Feb 19, 2009 @ 03:28pm · 0 Comments |
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Have you ever been holding something in your hand, and it slipped out of your grasp? If you'd just let the thing fall it would have been fine, but in the process of trying to catch it you broke whatever it was and your hand? The same holds true for relationships sometimes. Trying to save them would only make things worse. Sometimes the best thing to do is to just let go and let things fall where they may.
Apparently, my bf came to this conclusion at the same time I did. Last night, after a calm and surprisingly easy discussion, he and I broke up on good terms with no regrets.
Although, I don't know if "broke up" is the right term. We're still living in the same house, although he does have his own room, and we're still very close friends with a lot of respect for each other. If nothing else, he's a part of the family now. My parents like him a lot, and my cousins love it when he comes with us to gatherings. I hope we don't drift apart--he's a really great guy.
PrairieGhost · Sat Sep 23, 2006 @ 02:59am · 3 Comments |
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I am free of Wal-Mart at long last! September 1st was my last day, and it was really quite touching--I got a great big card that lots of people signed and four--count 'em FOUR--cakes. I feel loved. crying It feels good to be able to sleep at night without dreaming about work. I'm gradually getting into the swing of things as my parents' housekeeper, but I am going to seek employment elsewhere as well.
If anyone is interested in artwork of their avatars, original characters, pets, shoes, whatever, let me know. I'm going to see about getting some stuff made up to sell through a local business, like t-shirts and coffee mugs and stuff. It would be awesome to make a living off of my artwork.
PrairieGhost · Wed Sep 06, 2006 @ 06:46pm · 0 Comments |
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I put in my two weeks notice at work--September 1st is my last day. I won't go into the multitude of reasons why I'm quitting. I just don't have the energy right now to type that much.
Well, they finally gave me two days off in a row--usually my days off are scattered, one here, one there, but I actually had two in a row to enjoy for once this time. A friend of mine came over and we were going to be all productive and do stuff and have fun, and what happens? I got sick... Not just "Achoo, oh, excuse me" sick... I felt woozy at first. I couldn't eat much if anything because I felt nauseous. Then, after I ate, it started to feel like someone was punching me from the inside. I started to feel tired, and by the end of day one I was so nauseous I couldn't sleep, even though I was exhausted.
Day two, I woke up and could barely move. I was so weak and exhausted that the slightest exertion left me short of breath and immobile. I was too woozy to eat breakfast, and even if I hadn't been, that punching-stabbing feeling in my gut was enough to dissuade me from trying. I had to take some meds for a sinus headache that had appeared, and added rolaids to my shopping list. I was determined to go to Wal-Mart, though, get my paycheck, and buy some necessities, so even though I felt like crap, my friend and I got in the van and drove the 30 mins to Chanute to do our shopping. By the time we got back, I really was too exhausted to move. I had enough energy left to make a pillow for another friend's daughter, but beyond that, I basically just curled up on the couch and couldn't do much of anything. I was tired, but couldn't sleep, ungry but I couldn't eat...my stomache was agony, my body kept switching between freezing to death and cooking alive. For a little while I was able to sit up and chat on the computer, then I would go back to laying down and trying--in vain--to sleep. When I finally did go to sleep, I felt like I was freezing. I was wrapped in several layers of blankets and clothes, curled up into a little ball on the couch. After a few hours, I started to feel too warm, so I woke up enough to shuck a layer before falling back to sleep. Every hour or so, I'd have to wake up and peel off another layer until I was down to just my pajamas. I was dying of thirst, so I got myself a glass of water to keep by the couch, and more meds for my new sinus headache. By three in the morning, I was sweating profusely, and the glass--a large glass, mind you--was almost empty. I finally sank into a deep, mostly undisturbed sleep until about 1 in the afternoon, at which point I woke up to my cat Athena trying--for the umpteenth time that night--to sleep on my face. I plucked Athena off of my face, picked up the phone, and called in sick to work.
I'm feeling alright now, but I don't want to push myself again. I don't think I would have gotten as bad as I did if I'd just rested in the first place instead of running all over town.
So the moral of the story is... Don't work at Wal-Mart.
Be well, and take care,
Prairieghost
PrairieGhost · Fri Aug 25, 2006 @ 07:25pm · 1 Comments |
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As of August 5, it has been three years since my little brother passed away. I don't have much to say about it. I spent the day at home, cleaning, doing laundry, and creating a crappy music video, and I suppose that helped me not think about things for a while. My friend Roger e-mailed me to tell me he had a dream about me dying, and that was a little odd, but then again, Roger is odd in general, so I wasn't too concerned.
Right now I'm just trying to figure out Cafe Press, since the way gas prices are going, I'm going to be out of a job soon--it's getting too expensive just to go to and from work. If I can make any money at all on my art, it's better than nothing, so I'm trying a variety of methods.
My crappy music video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HjWDkEeoPQM
PrairieGhost · Tue Aug 08, 2006 @ 03:20am · 1 Comments |
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Tut was my dearest friend for over eight years, full of life, energy, and spirit, a regal example of feline dignity if ever there was one.
Recently diagnosed with cystic kidneys, Tutenkahmen's decline was swift. His loss of appetite grew worse with each passing day, and by the end, he was too weak to even stand. I made the difficult decision to end his suffering, and at noon today, 19 April 2006, Tut-Tut was released from his pain.
He will never be forgotten, he will always be loved, and there will never be another like him so long as their are stars in the sky.
To my beloved Tut-Tut
September 1, 1997-April 19, 2006
PrairieGhost · Wed Apr 19, 2006 @ 07:13pm · 1 Comments |
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Oh...uh...guess I should update or...something... |
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Ok, ok...so it's been a while. I'm terrible at writing in journals. I still haven't filled the real one I got when I was in the fifth grade, and it's not a very big journal...
Anywho... Here's what's going on in my life since last I wrote. I got a job at the Russell Stover Candy Factory in the Pack and Wrap department. Good job. I liked that job... I say liked, as in past tense, because I just quit the other day. Why you ask? Long story short, my (former) supervisor apparently has a habit of singling out someone he thinks isn't cut out for factory work, then putting them through as much hell as he can until such time as they snap and quit. I just happened to be his most recent target. I don't want to sound accusatory or juvenile, but that is the situation as best I can understand it. From what I've heard from some of my (former) coworkers, he is known to send more newbies to the door in tears than any other supervisor in the factory, and has a long-standing habit of targeting employees he doesn't like and finding something wrong with them that he can reprimand them for, even if he has to create the situation in the first place. (As he did with me.) So, I was finally driven over the edge by his behavior and stormed out of that factory so mad that I couldn't cuss.
I'll probably apply again after the mandatory waiting period is over and just make sure they don't stick me in Pack and Wrap again (or at the very least, don't give me Joey for a supervisor.) In the meantime, I need to find other work, even if it's just keeping house. And yes, I will still buy myself a big, fat, Russell Stover chocolate bunny for easter, because they are teh yum.
PrairieGhost · Fri Mar 03, 2006 @ 11:08am · 0 Comments |
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It's home from Nebraska I go. I've come to Lincoln seeking employment and found none. I did however find a sweet piece of manflesh named Quinton whom I am absolutely head-over-heels in love with and will be whisking away to Kansas with me here within a week. He seems almost as excited about the move--if not more so--as I am, which is wonderful. He loves my family, he loves where we'll be living in Kansas, and he loves me. How much sweeter can it get? I'm looking forward to not having to worry about where my next meal is coming from, and I'm sure Q is looking forward to getting out of Lincoln at long last, seeing as how he's lived here all his life.
On a sidenote, check out my webpage. I have artses. http://www.geocities.com/makolwanagi/Prairieghosts.html
PrairieGhost · Fri Dec 09, 2005 @ 06:22am · 0 Comments |
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My mother is clearly insane. |
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Alright, so I've moved away from home. I moved to another state and set about my quest for independence as a fully-functioning adult. Naturally, since my brother's death, mom hasn't been too keen on the thought of letting me out of her sight, and as such any time I don't inform her of my every move, she gets very nervous.
Well, apparently I haven't called in a while, and she and dad are starting to get worried. Worried enough, she confessed to me last night, that they are about ready to file a police report for a missing person.
Now, bear in mind that in all this time, my mom has not once attempted to call ME, to write a letter, or even IM me--if she had, she would have thusly seen and responded to the happy birthday wish I'd left in her Yahoo in the middle of OCTOBER.
But you know how she lets me know she and dad are worried about me? Not by phone. Not by post. Not by IM or even E-mail... She sends me a message through NEOPETS! She sends me a neomail to find out if I'm still ok.
"lyk oh em gee... i dont no if my dotter is alive r ded. i wil neomail her!"
I wouldn't have even checked Neopets if it weren't for a friend of mine mentioning she'd just neomailed HIM. I haven't played Neopets regularly in ages, and she's using it as a means of emergency communication!
Is it any wonder why I moved out?
PrairieGhost · Tue Nov 08, 2005 @ 06:19pm · 0 Comments |
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