OH, the pain!

On Friday evening I volunteered myself (and my good friend Rachie) to help our friend Rob paint his new room. I thought it would be nice and a nice way to distract myself. And I was right, a good time was had by all, though we aren't sure if it was legitimate fun or just the paint fumes. In any case in my fume-y stupor I threw out my back and didn't realize it until I got up on Saturday morning and could barely move. I think more than the painting it was sitting in a court room for the better part of a week that did it to me. Man, are courtrooms uncomfortable. Without divulging too much into the details (I've noticed it makes people uncomfortable to learn anything personal about their "friends" but another topic for another post) I spent the week in court trying to argue that my father should be supporting me. And sitting in very uncomfortable chairs. I have also spent the better part of this week arguing with my mom that no she can't have my computer because yes I do need it for school. I finally convinced Shaun to fix her computer, which is what I'm doing now. Yes me. Shaun left to go ref a hockey game and left me in charge. Anyone who knows me knows about my extraordinary ability to break a computer by looking at it. I don't think this is going to end well, but he seems to have confidence so who knows.

The randomness of this post reflects the randomness of my week and my life for that fact. Shaun marvels at the fact that I can get through it all, but I guess deep down I harbour this naive belief that it will all work out in the end. So far it's worked for me despite a number of incredible catastrophes. I'm ambivalent at this point about winning my court case. Rather I should call it my father's court case. That's right folks, he took me to court. And the judge is waiting until TUESDAY to give his verdict. See the need for the distraction? But its out of my hands so I have to move on. I've already wasted enough of my life on this and I'm not ready to waste anymore. New year, new beginning and all that jazz. And I'm lucky to have such good friends. People ask how I get through and I think its the same for anyone. Good friends, strong family.

My mom is an amazingly resilient person who survived a bitter and slanderous divorce (my father tried to convince the judge she was a jungle guerilla) losing custody of me, getting me back so severely malnourished the doctors thought for sure I'd have a learning disability, raising me on her own and encouraging me through dance lesson, swim lessons, karate lessons, surviving the death of her second husband, Bill, who we all love intensely, having enough love to deal with me through my teenage years and to still encourage me today. All of this and she never made much more than minimum wage working in a daycare, doesn't speak or understand English well and is now disabled.

Shaun is my pillar of strength and knows when to stop me from thinking myself into a tailspin. He loves me unconditionally and as I've said before, I hope everyone finds their "Shaun". I really have no words to describe him, and really its just a feeling. Rachel is probably my best friend, though I hesitate to use that word. It seems so 7th grade to me. Closest is probably a better measure. She's everything a good friend should be. Cheerful when I need cheering up and sympathetic when I need a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent to. I have many other friends, many of whom I feel bad for leaving them off this post, but if I wrote about all the good friends I've had over the years I don't think I'd ever leave this computer. And alas, mom's computer is crying for attention.

I encourage all 3 of you who read this blog to think about the people who make your life possible and who stop you from going insane in all of those ARGHHHHH moments. When you look at it, no problem is really THAT important. Except happiness.