A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

Way to Make the Nerd Feel Welcome!

Remember the from-out-of-fucking-nowhere Jr high school reunion which is a year early, which inspired that rather funny AIM convo with my Mom (as well as several kind comments from you)? 

Here's the latest development in the suddenly continuing saga of my middle-school-trauma, not that it has any right to develop at such a frantic pace, since this isn't an organ transplant or an international incident or anything...

I took less than 24 hours, less than a DAY to get in touch with the woman I now realize my Mom was rightfully annoyed with and...well, you'll see what's below.

To be totally fair, she did send another email yesterday, after I went through the ridiculous amount of trouble of adding myself to one shit-tay social networking program that I SWORE I would never join, which several of you invited me to and I declined, because that was the only link I found for her on Google. 

I added her, and only her, to my network, thinking that if she were active on the site, she'd get the alert and...presto.  I also called my old school to volunteer all new contact info for both me and my sister.  I jumped through a few hoops to do that, btw. Best of all, they didn't even have her info, for me; if they had, I would have happily called her.  Everything happens for a reason.

Behold the awesomeness:

Anna,

I responded to your email sent to me and have not heard back with your address. Mrs.___  forwarded your contact information saying that you had called to inquire about the reunion. I sent your original invitation to your parent's address and I have no other way of reaching you at this point to send an actual invitation. You said your mother informed you of the invitation. I have attached an invitation here as a word document. This will be my final email or attempt to contact you. I look forward to seeing you at the reunion if you are able to make it.

 

Take care,

Bernadette

      

 

Wow.

I have emails from four months ago which I still need to reply to and you, my family, friends and loyal commenters sigh and put up with it.  I take 15 hours to get back to someone who wasn't even nice to me in the first place, when we were at the bullshit, worthless junior high everyone  suddenly wants me to reune with (yeah, I totally made that up), and she gets snippy?

I am not clear on why, but as of a few minutes ago, I feel okay with missing this event, which is obviously going to be stellar, I'm sure.  Who on earth vaguely threatens people they are allegedly trying to befriend, except for Karl Rove?  Yowza.

Book me on Jenny Jones and get it over with

Mom: hello.  are you still busy  :)

me: little bit

  what's up, ma

Mom: nothing. can't I say have to you  without a cause

me: yes, mommy.  you can say have or hi to me  without a cause  :D

 

Mom: too far to hit…my hand doesn't strech that far  :)

me: it's okay ;)…look, $$$ private school was worth something- I can type.

Mom: speaking of school,  do you know a Bernadette?

me: I do

Mom: something like that?

me: from middle school

Mom: ok.  she send you a reunion flyer.   she wrote a little note with it

me: is she trying to reach me?

Mom: yes. you  plus $25. oct 8^th.  it went to the old house

me: hmmm

Mom: with daddy's name on it

me: :(

Mom: i guess she doesn't know much about you

me: reunion is THIS year?  we graduated in 1988? 

Mom: yesh. you  old lady

I heart Moms on IM.

Mom: you ready to go home or you did go already
Sent at 7:41 PM on Monday

Mom: ok i am going home. love you. bye

me: love you too! bye mommy, sorry I couldn't talk.

Mom: when are you going home

me: in about 5 mins

Mom: ok, don't stay so late. bye

Happy, happy, joy, joy!

TIME TO CELEBRATE, B!TCHES!, originally uploaded by suitablegirl.

I

DON'T

NEED

SURGERY

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G-d is great, y'all. :) My MRI came back with the best results possible: no soft tissue/ligament/tendon abnormality, no Tailor Dome drama. Physical therapy, here I come. And I'll never take going to the gym for granted again, nooooo. In fact, it will be easy to stay mindful-- I will need to wear an ankle brace when working out, for the rest of my life. My ankle will never be 100% again, BUT I DON'T NEED SURGERY, SO I DON'T CARE! Squeeeeee!!!