My ex-girlfriend Jen always used to say:
"That which does not kill you makes you stronger."
What bitter irony it was, then, that a cancerous brain tumour ended her life at 25.
I finally have my Internet back. The bastards at BT, who suck so bad that no metaphor is appropriate, have set a new standard for suckiness. Replacing Royal Plastics, they are the suckiest.
My sister Rachael shows up today, if all has gone well! I'll find out in an hour or so when she either shows up or I stand around in the airport waiting like a chump for soemone who will never arrive.
I'm pretty excited about my sister visiting; Rachael's never been out of the country before, so it's doubly cool! All of the rest of the siblings have lived abroad for a while (and Mara and I still are!) Rachael and I never did those sisterly things when we were kids, like play with Barbies and braid each other's hair. I blame this on three things:
1. I was in college by the time Rachael was 10.
2. I had hair too short to braid and Rachael had hair too tangled to braid. And trying to get her to brush it was a major trauma for my mother, who is a fearsome and capable woman, so I was too daunted to even try.
3. I did play with Barbies, just differently from everyone else! Heh heh!
This time around, we'll make butter (as per Rachael's request, provided the fridge gets fixed!) and see shows and go to the castle, and watch street theater and go to the movies and talk about stuff and probably she'll sleep alot as well.
Anyway, her flight arrives in an hour, so that should be way cool!
Also, Ange is coming for a visit! I haven't seen Ange in a long time; the last real visit of any length was two years ago, almost to the day. It'll be great to see Ange, too.
Angela (picture somewhere earlier in the blog) has been my friend for a long time, long enough to know all the weird quirks I've got and is still my friend anyway, which is proof that she really means it!
Comments
I'm so excited for you two and so, so, so jealous! I have wanted to go to the Edinburgh Festival for ages ... so jealous! Rae, have oodles and oodles of fun! You will totally have loads of fun. I'd defy you to not enjoy yourself, but well, we can still get you on that whole reverse psychology thing, so I won't. [by the way, you're not the only one, Mark sometimes uses it on me, too]
Posted by: Mara | August 18, 2004 10:16 AM
Hey, Nae, glad to have you back on board. Daddy was asking last night if I had heard from you recently. At least angie had let us know that your ISP was down, so I wasn't taking your silence personally. Have fun with Rae. I asked her to rent the headphones at the castle for me.
Posted by: Maman | August 18, 2004 3:06 PM
hummmm, so I am a 'fearsome and capable woman'. I'll have to think about that for a while. I wonder just what it means? I inspire fear in some? Probably, to some extent. Capable -- capable of what? Anything? as in 'unpredictable'?
hummmmmm . . .
Posted by: Maman | August 18, 2004 5:05 PM
Mother, quite doubting yourself and take it in the best possible sense of the words.
Remember, you're a feminist - being called fearsome and capable is a good thing!
Posted by: Mara | August 19, 2004 6:42 AM
err, quit doubting yourself
Posted by: Mara | August 19, 2004 12:55 PM
Gee-oh-key-eee!
Don't take me so darn seriously, folks! ;-) I don't.
Posted by: Maman | August 19, 2004 1:36 PM
Maman is checking in from the "see what I mean" dept.
Posted by: Nathan Dornbrook | August 19, 2004 7:07 PM
Huh? What does that mean?
Posted by: Maman | August 22, 2004 2:05 PM
Nietzsche like all great authors, have a great knack for taking complicated subjects, and philosophical ideas and reducing them to very pithy statements. I sometimes get a little taken back by reading of your complaints of your time in the Corps, but I do understand why and how you could feel that way. As I used to say back then, “where you are sucks, where you just came from was pretty good, and where you are going, is the greatest place in the world.” Those words by Nietzsche are so true; what you have experienced in life and the Marine Corps has molded you into who and what you are today. While every day was not really a holiday, and every meal was not really a feast, we all “sucked it up” and made the best of it. Thanks for you service and I am privileged to have served with you. Gunny
Posted by: Da Gunny | September 2, 2004 4:30 AM
Nathan, Darling, Where are you!?! I miss you. Write soon.
Posted by: Maman | September 7, 2004 3:30 AM
Nae, time to post again. I know,you don't feel like it. And actually comments around town is a good way to be here without posting. But I miss you.
Love, Mama, Maman, Nannie, Mommy
Posted by: Nannie | September 21, 2004 3:26 AM
Sigh. . .One of these days I will visit this site and find something from my beloved Nae. I miss him.
Posted by: Nannie | October 3, 2004 11:31 PM