Josef Koudelka - Ireland. 1976
Josef Koudelka - Ireland. 1971
So I found out today that my dad’s side of the family is from County Fermanagh in Northern Ireland.
And Oscar Wilde was also from County Fermanagh.
And my mom’s dad’s side of the family is from County Tipperary and my mom’s mom’s side of the family is from County Waterford.
I think if I had the choice to live anywhere in the world, I would choose Ireland.
I mean, jesus christ, isn’t that beautiful?
YELLOW by martyn61 on Flickr.
Started volunteering in for Obama re-election campaign in GA. Knocking on doors and calling people is a given and has to get down, but on top of that I’d like to try something new.
Art is a medium that everyone can appreciate. I would like to incorporate some kind of artistic aspect when communicating with others as a neutral thing. thatblckgrl used the “Genuine” when wanting to hear something from politicians. I can understand that. The “hope” piece of Obama in 2008 campaign became the visual slogan. But I’d like to make multiple pieces vs 1 trademark piece.
What kind of art do you like? What communicates to you? Would it matter where the art is?
photography, painting, sketches, abstract, cartoon, graphic design, video games, or other?
Mike recording at Rising Tide Studios, Athens, GA.
Brian recording at Rising Tide Studios, Athens, GA.
There’s an online vote for Georgia’s new standard plate. This is generally a cool idea, but what’s not cool is the fact that several of the designs feature the words “In God We Trust”. That’s nice. Because as a non-believer, that’s exactly what I want on my license plate (unless I spring for a specialty one - which I shouldn’t have to). The text seems to be covering the spot where the county name goes, but quite frankly I’m not taking the chance.
Let’s vote for this one! Simple, bold, and resembling a horse’s bum.
NEWS FLASH: Federal judge blocks controversial Georgia law cracking down on illegal immigrants from taking effect http://t.co/acPhF42
Staying at this place with my crazy ass cousins and brother for a week. It’s gonna be insane, there’s a bar IN the pool. what. I’m probably gonna die next week, just letting you all know that I’ll at least be going out with a bang and in this fucking gorgeous place. Didn’t really get super excited for this vacation till Thursday night. It’s gonna be NUTS.
Preface: I take off running into the ocean.What if my mom does have Alzheimer’s?
I just had to take care of my grandmother when I was a kid. I was eight years old, and I had to pay for our dinners with any money I could find because she’d forget her wallet, I’d have to cry in the middle of strange places because she’d wander off and leave me, I had to watch her hit her cat or feel her smack me over the head because she didn’t know who I was, and I had to miss out on my childhood because I was busy taking care of her when my parents were at work. I had to watch over her because no one else could, and she was with me because I couldn’t have a babysitter.
It’s only been a little over a decade. Even though she was losing me, and memories of me, and was terrible and cruel, I still loved her. She was with me for my entire childhood, more than my own parents, so when she died, I almost died too. And then after I broke, my heart felt better. I no longer had to care for an adult, and I was about to start high school.
So here I am, wanting to go to school, wanting to get my own house, wanting to get married, and I might lose my early adulthood to having to take care of my own mother. She was much older when this happened to her own mother. She has a brother who could help her, her brother’s wife and children who could help her, a husband who could help her. She had a career which could pay for the proper healthcare that my grandmother deserved.
I won’t have any of that support.
I don’t have siblings to help me. I don’t have a husband to help me. The rest of the family? Their house was destroyed in a storm. They’re living in a temporary home right now. My one cousin is about to get married. My other cousin is in school, finally.
I can’t take their chances away.
But I can’t do this.
I don’t know what to do.
Every day, my breath leaves and I cry in the bathroom at work. I cry myself to sleep because I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this.
And I want to get mental help for myself. I want to go to therapy so I don’t want to die every day. But if it’s between myself and my mother, I’ll always choose my mother first. Everyone knows that. Anyone that knows me knows that.
I cry every damn day about this. I can see her slipping. I know what it looks like. I’ve seen it. For years I saw the look in my grandmother’s face and heard it in her face.
And my dad. He’s fine mentally and physically for now, but he’s much older… I’m glad that his brain is still intact. But what am I going to do when he passes? I’ll barely be 30.
I feel so damn rushed because of all of this. I feel like I have to have a career now. I have to be married now. I have to so that my parents can be there for those events.
Ugh even now I’m crying as I write this because I am just so scared and I am freaking out.
I’m going to be alone. I’m not going to have a family. They’re not going to be there for me and I don’t know how I’m going to live. I can’t take this. I feel all of this on my back and I can’t carry it alone but I don’t have any help and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to live anymore but I have to so everyone else can be healthy and happy for the time they have left, but I am just so broken and I can’t stop crying and it hurts to breathe.
