Mary’s son’s birthday, Call to Dianna
My mother and I left sometime around 5:15 for Mary's son's 21st birthday party. My mother had arranged Cindy to meet her somewhere up in Falmouth (sp?) at a truck stop near a McDonalds. The traffic was horrible for us (well, maybe not that bad... we got there 20 minutes later than we would have normally) but not as bad as it was for Cindy, who was coming from much farther south than us. She spent 2 hours driving to meet us, and ended up pulling up to us around 6:30ish. At the time, while my mother and I were waiting, we had agreed that we were just going to leave if Cindy had not arrived by 6:30 (since my mother was somewhat worried that maybe the party had been called off... it wouldn't be the first time that they canceled something like this and not told her). But, sure enough, Cindy's purple van pulled in around 6:22, which I couldn't help but exclaim "shit!" to, since I had really gotten comfortable with the idea of skipping the party and going home.
We followed Cindy after that point (since that was the point of meeting - for her to show us the way) and to my surprise, I knew where I was. Stephen lived in the area, and I was actually quite tickled that I was able to point out to my mother the road that Stephen lives down. Heh, nice I know how to get to his house easily. But, anywho. Mary lives in a pretty nice area, which somewhat surprised me for some reason, though I don't know why; she makes good money as bakery manager. The house inside was also very neat and beautiful. It's going to houses like that that make me ashamed of the one I live in when I come home.
Our little group (Cindy, her kids, my mother, and I) were the firsts to arrive, with Debbie and Lissa and their friend to arrive shortly after. Mary encouraged us to take off our shoes and kick back, but I kept mine on, simply because I knew my mother wouldn't be comfortable doing that and I didn't want her to be the only one with shoes on. Shortly after, she gave us a little tour of the place (since it was the first time me and mom had been there), and I remember thinking what a nice little house it was. It looked somewhat small from the outside, but it ended up being a pretty decent size - 2 stories, 3 full bathrooms, + a good sized basement. Not too big, not too small, and very homey and spacious all at the same time. I'd love to live in a house like that someday.
The majority of the evening was actually really great, even though I had made a big fuss about going. When Kevin finally came down (the birthday boy) we went about eating the 6 pizzas that Mary had ordered, and then after, eating the cake (which she had put a 6 pack of bear built right into the middle of the cake, which I thought was cute.) The conversation was about stuff like my axolotls (my mother has everyone there at work interested in hell about them), talked about old TV shows we used to watch, and they also talked about stuff at work, and there was a little conversation about how much I look like my mother, and what a "beautiful young lady" I was. I like hearing that, since I've always thought my mother was her own version of gorgeous, though I think I only look more like her now because of the weight I've packed on (since I no longer have a skinny face like my father). Debbie (who wasn't at my mother's birthday party, but I remembered her from last summer when they had a get-together dinner) kept saying I should start "a business" with her daughter, Lissa. She said we have alot in common, which from what I heard we do, and it'd be nice to get to know her... I'd love to be able to hang out with someone new, though they've only seen the real awkward version of me, who drowns in crowds of people. Debbie asked me alot more questions, too, like about TV shows and what not... and I was really horrible at talking with her... kept stumbling all over my words and what not, and choking on responses, but I think I did rather well. She didn't seem to like me any less by the end of the evening.
I was just starting to get comfortable really, but my mother asked me if I was ready to leave around 8. That's understandable, since she has to be at work at 5 in the morning. We said bye to everyone, and I got Debbie's e-mail to send her a picture of the axies. I did do so right when I got home, and her response was, "the pictures are great, but I think I am glad they live at your house" heh 
The drive home from Mary's was a mess... we ended up going through Fredericksburg, since the line to get off on 95 was too long. It was raining, and when you combine that with bad windshield whippers and my mother's piss poor driving, we missed a couple of accidents only by a little. I bitched at her the whole way home about it in a playful way. We didn't make it through the door until 9PM.
So hrm, yeah. I'd actually love to do more things with the people my mother works with, but I don't know if she'd really like to see them anymore than she has to. My mother's sleeping schedule isn't really made for doing such things... she gets home between 1-3, fixes dinner and it's eaten by 5, and then is asleep no later than 6 or 7, simply so she can wake up at 1 or 2 AM, and then go to work at 5 or 6. She could easily move some time around to make it so we could do more things like this, but I don't think she'd really want to... and I certainly wouldn't want to go by myself. But, yeah. It almost makes me want to get a job at Giant... but my promise to myself of never working at a grocery store keeps me from considering that more than just a second.
OH! Speaking of job... I called Dianna around 4:30 today, with the thought at first that she wouldn't be there.. I was just going to leave a message and say I would be home around 8 or so, and ask if she could call me. But she ended up being there, and I talked to her. She apologized for not calling me back, saying again that she was so busy. I can believe that she was. She told me that it ends up that they're not hiring right now, but will be after May 15th. I told her I'm not going to be looking for a job in the meantime, so when that time comes, I would love to take the job. I also told her about Matt's visit shortly after that starting date, and she said it'd be totally fine to have those 2 weeks off totally while he's here... but I made sure to stress that if they needed me at all, I'd be fine with coming in. So, yeah... I just hope that I actually do get the job then, since I seriously need the money to pay Matt's parents back, and start paying off some money on the credit card. I would have put my DAoC account money toward those things if Dianna had not made me feel secure in the fact that I would be getting the job and thus have other money coming in soon. I just hope it turns out like she says this time... that there will be a job waiting for me on the 15th.
I am slightly bitter, though... they hired a woman a week after me and Dianna were talking back in March. I don't know why she got hired, while I did not... course, I don't know how long Dianna was in contact with the other woman. But it always hit me funny. Maybe it's because they are sort of inventing a job position for me? Who knows.