So first off, the usual: I'm sorry for being a half ass blogger. (I really think that I say that so much that it may be getting old...) The second thing, Happy Memorial Day, everyone. Not that I want that to sound like I don't care. I do care. I mean I spent ten years as a military wife but to tell you the truth I don't feel that the servicemen and women who are fighting to protect people who don't want our help to further the plans of an asshole that beurocratic idiots put in office... sorry got off track. Didn't mean to attack anyone... I just really didn't like Bush...
So the kids got back yesterday night and we kinda kicked it in the house. They had to clean their rooms cause OMG they were trashed. Randy and I discussed taking the kids to see Shrek: Forever After and imagine my surprise when I was informed that not only do I get to take the kids to see a movie that I actually want to see, he was going to give money for the trip!!! Sometimes, just sometimes the man can be awesome. (If you tell him I said that, you have to die)
So I got up and I basically played the SIMS all morning since my body clock is completely against me sleeping past eight am now. I didn't tell the kids where we were going, I just told them to get dressed then for extra giggles I had them kill time for a couple more hours.
So finally I told them to get ready and go get in the car. First off had to go to the drug store cause I am so not the mom that buys movie theatre candy. Then we got to the mall and I got them lunch, chick-fil-a and while they ate I went to go retrieve the tickets from Fandango.
Finished eating and went into the theatre. The kids were near bouncing at this point because not only were we going to see Shrek, DUDE! we were going to see Shrek in three effing d. How cool is that??? Got good seats too. I picked a showing that I figured wouldn't be crowded and I was right. We were at the top of the theatre.
Side note: OMG!!! Shrek 4 in 3-D is effing awesome, I would pay to see that again!!
After the movie, we went walking the mall, mainly to payless where I found the shoes I need to get Olivia and Jovaughn. Kayla will have to get hers from Zappos.com cause she got the really wide foot in the family...
So then we walked back to the food court for dinner (So loving today right now because it at no time included me being in the same room as my stove) and it was pouring so we then went to Barnes and Noblle.
Stayed there for about an hour till the rain stopped then on the way home I decided that I still needed to run out the gas in the rental car so I envoked the ancient right of moms everywhere which was dazzling her kids by a long ass drive to basically nowhere.
We drove the coast. It's amazing... you can basically drive the coast until you get to mannesquan and then you are in town. Can't find the ocean. Made a few right turns came back to the shore and came hoome. Have to return the car tomorrow.
It's been fun.
Had a very good day. Got hooked on a game called Evony... Think I found a new obsession... great...
okay, goodnight! Single and blogging is tired but has a terrific day!
Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sooo sorry....
Yeah, I know, I suck at this keeping everyone informed thing. But in my defense I sat down yesterday to do this and all hell broke loose. The short of the matter is that my son stole $200 dollars from me
It started out a decent day. I got up and my wallet was open and my mastercard was on the floor and my PNC bank card was missing. I asked the kids to help me find it and then Jovaughn went straight to the kitchen and found it under the microwave.
I admit, it didn't cross my mind that Jovaughn would do what the first sign pointed to him doing. I honestly thought no more on it
Until two thirty when I went to check my bank account. Instead of the couple hundred I was supposed to have to pay my light bill and the credit check fee for the house I am trying to get. My first thought was to the fact that my wallet had clearly been rifled through and I started freaking out because of course, I thought someone had been in my house. After I called the bank however, my thoughts started to skew don the path that they should have gone down in the first place but at the same time the path that you hope and pray to every God you know that you never have to travel. The woman said they were ATM transaction with my pin number. There's only two people in my house that kow my pin number and that's Jovaughn and myself. Another step down the path.
I thought it over, I talk with my neighbor downstairs and then Jovaughn dropped a bombshell on me. He said he heard footprints downstairs in the living room when he got up to go to the bathroom at three am. Of course now I'm totally freaked out. a half hour later though, it dawned me me, kids gotta be lying...I have a brand new Sony Vaio and a 32 in flat screen LCD. (Please don't think I am bragging I am just trying to make a point) and all that was taken was my ATM card and even that was returned. Then there was the fact that he didn't wake me. He didn't wake me or call the cops, or anything.
An hour after that I went up to his room to see if i could find the money and he tells me that his room was a mess because the person that was in the house the night before robbing me (Wait is it robbing me really if they returned the card??) had ransacked his room.
So let's add up the tale now. There was a person in my house. He left the TV and the computer, and the TV that is sitting next to the good TV, and the DVD player. He took my card out of my wallet and returned it and at some point the person was in my sons room.
Never mind how he got in, because my door makes a really loud sound rubbing the frame right now because the house settled and the door didn't. Person didn't come through the door. they had to go through the kitchen women and down onto my neighbors porch outside her bedroom. 'Nuff said.
So skip forward a few minutes, I am on the phone with his father and he now has a description of the "person" that was in our apartment. He was , and I quote, "About so tall, and brown like us." (Wow that really narrows it down now, huh. APB out on the brown guy about so tall!)
Around this time I was more than convinced he was lying. I told him that if I got the police involved and told them I wanted the cameras from the ATM, and found out that it was him I was going to send him to JV. Two minutes later $20 was mysteriously found in Olivia's pocket. Five minutes after that, I found $20 in Kayla's pocket. While on the phone with Randy they found $60. (Keeping track?)
The next few hours are a bit of a blur. I admit I did what no mother should ever do, I blacked out and went crazy. After I finished I was afraid for what I had done but it couldn't be helped. Randy showed up about one am and bedded down.
He got up this morning to talk to Jovaughn and I don't know what was said but Jovaughn's story about why he took my money was he took my card to go to the ATM so that he could get money for a haircut and i would have money to get to work. But on his way out of Rite-Aid, he says five girls beat him up for the money so then he turned went back to the ATM and got another hundred. But here's the kicker, he still didn't give that to me.
So Randy took him to the police station and they've filled out a police report and they are going to pull the surveillance tapes from the store and if the boy is lying, Randy's name is on the police report. It will go down as filing a false police report randy will get in trouble, lose his security clearance and is job. I will lose my clearance with money and won't be any good to the retail community and be out of a job. He, I'm not sure he'll live.
I'm so hurt right now, readers, I don't know what to do. I think I am just going to do what everyone says and take it one day at a time.
Did I ever mention FML!!!!!!!
Single and blogging is done...
It started out a decent day. I got up and my wallet was open and my mastercard was on the floor and my PNC bank card was missing. I asked the kids to help me find it and then Jovaughn went straight to the kitchen and found it under the microwave.
I admit, it didn't cross my mind that Jovaughn would do what the first sign pointed to him doing. I honestly thought no more on it
Until two thirty when I went to check my bank account. Instead of the couple hundred I was supposed to have to pay my light bill and the credit check fee for the house I am trying to get. My first thought was to the fact that my wallet had clearly been rifled through and I started freaking out because of course, I thought someone had been in my house. After I called the bank however, my thoughts started to skew don the path that they should have gone down in the first place but at the same time the path that you hope and pray to every God you know that you never have to travel. The woman said they were ATM transaction with my pin number. There's only two people in my house that kow my pin number and that's Jovaughn and myself. Another step down the path.
I thought it over, I talk with my neighbor downstairs and then Jovaughn dropped a bombshell on me. He said he heard footprints downstairs in the living room when he got up to go to the bathroom at three am. Of course now I'm totally freaked out. a half hour later though, it dawned me me, kids gotta be lying...I have a brand new Sony Vaio and a 32 in flat screen LCD. (Please don't think I am bragging I am just trying to make a point) and all that was taken was my ATM card and even that was returned. Then there was the fact that he didn't wake me. He didn't wake me or call the cops, or anything.
An hour after that I went up to his room to see if i could find the money and he tells me that his room was a mess because the person that was in the house the night before robbing me (Wait is it robbing me really if they returned the card??) had ransacked his room.
So let's add up the tale now. There was a person in my house. He left the TV and the computer, and the TV that is sitting next to the good TV, and the DVD player. He took my card out of my wallet and returned it and at some point the person was in my sons room.
Never mind how he got in, because my door makes a really loud sound rubbing the frame right now because the house settled and the door didn't. Person didn't come through the door. they had to go through the kitchen women and down onto my neighbors porch outside her bedroom. 'Nuff said.
So skip forward a few minutes, I am on the phone with his father and he now has a description of the "person" that was in our apartment. He was , and I quote, "About so tall, and brown like us." (Wow that really narrows it down now, huh. APB out on the brown guy about so tall!)
Around this time I was more than convinced he was lying. I told him that if I got the police involved and told them I wanted the cameras from the ATM, and found out that it was him I was going to send him to JV. Two minutes later $20 was mysteriously found in Olivia's pocket. Five minutes after that, I found $20 in Kayla's pocket. While on the phone with Randy they found $60. (Keeping track?)
The next few hours are a bit of a blur. I admit I did what no mother should ever do, I blacked out and went crazy. After I finished I was afraid for what I had done but it couldn't be helped. Randy showed up about one am and bedded down.
He got up this morning to talk to Jovaughn and I don't know what was said but Jovaughn's story about why he took my money was he took my card to go to the ATM so that he could get money for a haircut and i would have money to get to work. But on his way out of Rite-Aid, he says five girls beat him up for the money so then he turned went back to the ATM and got another hundred. But here's the kicker, he still didn't give that to me.
So Randy took him to the police station and they've filled out a police report and they are going to pull the surveillance tapes from the store and if the boy is lying, Randy's name is on the police report. It will go down as filing a false police report randy will get in trouble, lose his security clearance and is job. I will lose my clearance with money and won't be any good to the retail community and be out of a job. He, I'm not sure he'll live.
I'm so hurt right now, readers, I don't know what to do. I think I am just going to do what everyone says and take it one day at a time.
Did I ever mention FML!!!!!!!
Single and blogging is done...
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
No longer feel like I can do this...
So this is a work blog. I walked in this morning to find about two weeks worth of daily envelopes on my desk with post it notes and stuff that was missing. Two of the bags were missing deposit verification forms that are no where to be found and I'll be damned if i got rooting through trash that is probably in the big dumpster out back by now if not in a landfill somewhere. The others had come in today and two of them hadn't been sent yet.
Then there was a paper I put in the desk that I had put in the wrong bag. The woman (I refuse to say her name because I just know that I have an anonymous reader that is going to report names back to someone else.) couldn't just slip it into the bag that she had already put on the desk??
So my boss calls or the manager calls her IDK which one and boss wants to talk to me and says that little she has been telling her (I know it's confusing but try to keep up) that there's stuff that I haven't been doing. Boss tells me that I have been doing this job for far too long to be making these mistakes. So I went and found all the dates that she says I'm fucking up and guess what. The days that it was me, it's not my fault because it was something I didn't do but couldn't do because she sent me home early. And the days that I didn't do what she's claiming I didn't do are not even my days. Hehe, I have it all proven that she's purposefully aiming for my back and not doing it subtlely.
So while I should be crowing at my pending probable victory, I am really stressing because if I have to spend my time covering my ass from someone like that at my workplace, is this really the right place for me? I don't even feel like my job is safe and someplace I should be right now.
My job used to be my refuge. The place I could go to talk to other grown up human beings. It's like that Old Madonna song from A league of their own... This Used to be My Playground... Have you ever heard that one? Work used to be my playground. Now it's my battleground and I need to take a minute and think about is what I make for the hours I am allowed to work is worth the stress and the medical problems I have because of it.
This is going to take some deep thought and as much as I hate to ask, I think I am going to have to turn to the one constant never ending source of love and support that I have always been able to turn to, my friends.
Should I stay and just suck it up, or should I finally let go and let my playground rust away like so many other escapes I have had in my life.
Single and blogging is confused... so confused...
Then there was a paper I put in the desk that I had put in the wrong bag. The woman (I refuse to say her name because I just know that I have an anonymous reader that is going to report names back to someone else.) couldn't just slip it into the bag that she had already put on the desk??
So my boss calls or the manager calls her IDK which one and boss wants to talk to me and says that little she has been telling her (I know it's confusing but try to keep up) that there's stuff that I haven't been doing. Boss tells me that I have been doing this job for far too long to be making these mistakes. So I went and found all the dates that she says I'm fucking up and guess what. The days that it was me, it's not my fault because it was something I didn't do but couldn't do because she sent me home early. And the days that I didn't do what she's claiming I didn't do are not even my days. Hehe, I have it all proven that she's purposefully aiming for my back and not doing it subtlely.
So while I should be crowing at my pending probable victory, I am really stressing because if I have to spend my time covering my ass from someone like that at my workplace, is this really the right place for me? I don't even feel like my job is safe and someplace I should be right now.
My job used to be my refuge. The place I could go to talk to other grown up human beings. It's like that Old Madonna song from A league of their own... This Used to be My Playground... Have you ever heard that one? Work used to be my playground. Now it's my battleground and I need to take a minute and think about is what I make for the hours I am allowed to work is worth the stress and the medical problems I have because of it.
This is going to take some deep thought and as much as I hate to ask, I think I am going to have to turn to the one constant never ending source of love and support that I have always been able to turn to, my friends.
Should I stay and just suck it up, or should I finally let go and let my playground rust away like so many other escapes I have had in my life.
Single and blogging is confused... so confused...
Sunday, May 16, 2010
What the hell
Why is it that when I get my spine all hard and full of concrete to do something, someone comes along with a jackhammer and turns my concrete spine to rubble?
So last Wednesday, I did two change orders. We never have enough change on Monday to make it through until Wednesday so occasionally I try to head off the riot act about not thinking ahead by doing two change orders, one to be delivered on Saturday and one to be delivered on Sunday. That way we have enough to get us through until the next time Garda comes which is on Wednesday. So, on Wednesday, I did two change orders. One to be delivered on Saturday and one to be delivered today.
Leave it to Garda to fuck it all up.
So I get in this morning and I immediately notice that they have two receipts meaning that they took both money bags and I'm thinking "Crap, I'm going to get blamed for this." I hadn't even realized the full fuckity of it all yet but I knew I was going to get blamed.
So I realized the full fuckity (Yes I know I'm making up words) of the situation and I decided "Fuck it, when (not if) I get blamed for this, even though it is soooooo not my fault, I'm just going to quit. I would rather have quit than hear about how this is my fault. (Seriously, you think I'm kidding, this would have all been my fault. Children starving on that undiscovered island just east of West bubblefuck is my fault...)
I had it all played out in my mind. I was going to stay awake tomorrow morning and have this conversation because I knew I was going to get the call and then I thought why do this over the phone I should just come in. Won't be a big deal.
And then the Garda guy came in and he fixed the situation. I am not actually allowed to say how he fixed it cause that would just be TMI and snooping eyes could threaten to fire me for insubordination again.
Sorry, in a really cynical mood at current. I'm a little disillusioned and I can't remember why I love my job so much. I have grey hair behind it, I have had a case of Shingles which is a stress induced condition available only to people that have had chicken pox before, I have nervous ticks, and sleepless nights. I have actually ome to dread going in some days. A job is not supposed to be like that.
I really can't blame the job for it. I'm tired of working in retail. In fourteen years, I have only seen customers get ruder and ruder while I'm forced to be nicer and nicer.
I have been cussed out, hit by kids, had my nose assaulted by the diapers of kids that have those obnoxious parents who would rather shop than change their child, and been nearly deafened by kids who think that if they scream at the top of their lungs their mothers will be forced to take them out of the store when instead said mom just says "sssh!"
I think I have reached my limit bloggers. I don't know what I want to do with my life but I'm pretty sure it's not retail..
Hmm... IDK. Anyways, back to painting my keyboard and watching Desperate housewives. Once again, I'm lost in the new episodes but what can you do but invade Hulu.
Single and blogging is bored... and that's never good.
So last Wednesday, I did two change orders. We never have enough change on Monday to make it through until Wednesday so occasionally I try to head off the riot act about not thinking ahead by doing two change orders, one to be delivered on Saturday and one to be delivered on Sunday. That way we have enough to get us through until the next time Garda comes which is on Wednesday. So, on Wednesday, I did two change orders. One to be delivered on Saturday and one to be delivered today.
Leave it to Garda to fuck it all up.
So I get in this morning and I immediately notice that they have two receipts meaning that they took both money bags and I'm thinking "Crap, I'm going to get blamed for this." I hadn't even realized the full fuckity of it all yet but I knew I was going to get blamed.
So I realized the full fuckity (Yes I know I'm making up words) of the situation and I decided "Fuck it, when (not if) I get blamed for this, even though it is soooooo not my fault, I'm just going to quit. I would rather have quit than hear about how this is my fault. (Seriously, you think I'm kidding, this would have all been my fault. Children starving on that undiscovered island just east of West bubblefuck is my fault...)
I had it all played out in my mind. I was going to stay awake tomorrow morning and have this conversation because I knew I was going to get the call and then I thought why do this over the phone I should just come in. Won't be a big deal.
And then the Garda guy came in and he fixed the situation. I am not actually allowed to say how he fixed it cause that would just be TMI and snooping eyes could threaten to fire me for insubordination again.
Sorry, in a really cynical mood at current. I'm a little disillusioned and I can't remember why I love my job so much. I have grey hair behind it, I have had a case of Shingles which is a stress induced condition available only to people that have had chicken pox before, I have nervous ticks, and sleepless nights. I have actually ome to dread going in some days. A job is not supposed to be like that.
I really can't blame the job for it. I'm tired of working in retail. In fourteen years, I have only seen customers get ruder and ruder while I'm forced to be nicer and nicer.
I have been cussed out, hit by kids, had my nose assaulted by the diapers of kids that have those obnoxious parents who would rather shop than change their child, and been nearly deafened by kids who think that if they scream at the top of their lungs their mothers will be forced to take them out of the store when instead said mom just says "sssh!"
I think I have reached my limit bloggers. I don't know what I want to do with my life but I'm pretty sure it's not retail..
Hmm... IDK. Anyways, back to painting my keyboard and watching Desperate housewives. Once again, I'm lost in the new episodes but what can you do but invade Hulu.
Single and blogging is bored... and that's never good.
Bit of a rant...
See this is why I love having a blog... I can have a ranting moment and no one really has to care... or comment
You know what really grinds my gears, chafes my buttocks, and makes me wanna scream? When people who I think are my friends feel that they can badmouth people who are my friends to me. Seriously. You have half a brain, you know that she's one of the closest friends I have, why the hell would you think it's okay to say half the shit you just said to me??? Gah!!! This is why I have Facebook statuses where I just haul off and scream... People like her.
And you know what bothers me more? The fact that I can't protect my best from people like her or that people like her are apart of her family.
Need I repeat? GAH!!!!!
You know what really grinds my gears, chafes my buttocks, and makes me wanna scream? When people who I think are my friends feel that they can badmouth people who are my friends to me. Seriously. You have half a brain, you know that she's one of the closest friends I have, why the hell would you think it's okay to say half the shit you just said to me??? Gah!!! This is why I have Facebook statuses where I just haul off and scream... People like her.
And you know what bothers me more? The fact that I can't protect my best from people like her or that people like her are apart of her family.
Need I repeat? GAH!!!!!
I promise I'm not dead.
I would say that those of you that read this also see me on Facebook so you know I'm not dead but honestly... are we for certain that death would stop me from facebooking?
So this is going to be short, I have to get ready fro work. I'm loosing me interest in work. Now that they have the other woman to replace the great fuck up, I am the tortoise to a hare and she is liked more by the boss and she is getting the lions share of the hours. I, on the other hand am constantly being sent home early because they need to save hours. And then the markdowns build up and I get the riot act. Lemme tell you, I can practice Osmosis all I freaking want to, but I will never get good enough to finishing the mountain o' markdowns from in front of my TV. I don't care how frustrated boss lady gets that they aren't done, keep sending me home and don't expect me to get anything done.
So I am off to work again today. This was my weekend to work. I normally would conetrate on the work aspect but bloggers, I had a Mommy Playdate.
Yes you read it! I had a playdate. My kids went, and they played with other children and they didn't kill them!! I have the rough bunch and I'm always at two ends of concern. Are they going to like the other kids and are they going to be too rough for the other kids. I didn't have to worry about that. They had fun. And I had fun, we all had fun!! Playdates are the bees knees.
Do bees have knees? Where did that expression come from?
Oh well, off to get dressed then go get my coffee and trudge to the salt mines where I will undoubtedly be sent home early just for shits and giggles. So there you go... the "I'm not dead" blog.
Single and blogging should have waited till after work to do this cause now she has to skedaddle!
So this is going to be short, I have to get ready fro work. I'm loosing me interest in work. Now that they have the other woman to replace the great fuck up, I am the tortoise to a hare and she is liked more by the boss and she is getting the lions share of the hours. I, on the other hand am constantly being sent home early because they need to save hours. And then the markdowns build up and I get the riot act. Lemme tell you, I can practice Osmosis all I freaking want to, but I will never get good enough to finishing the mountain o' markdowns from in front of my TV. I don't care how frustrated boss lady gets that they aren't done, keep sending me home and don't expect me to get anything done.
So I am off to work again today. This was my weekend to work. I normally would conetrate on the work aspect but bloggers, I had a Mommy Playdate.
Yes you read it! I had a playdate. My kids went, and they played with other children and they didn't kill them!! I have the rough bunch and I'm always at two ends of concern. Are they going to like the other kids and are they going to be too rough for the other kids. I didn't have to worry about that. They had fun. And I had fun, we all had fun!! Playdates are the bees knees.
Do bees have knees? Where did that expression come from?
Oh well, off to get dressed then go get my coffee and trudge to the salt mines where I will undoubtedly be sent home early just for shits and giggles. So there you go... the "I'm not dead" blog.
Single and blogging should have waited till after work to do this cause now she has to skedaddle!
Friday, May 14, 2010
I swear...
I was in a good mood between 6:15 and 6:33 this morning. At 6:34, however, all of those happy sleep endorphins were promptly banished to the valley just of the hill.
We fucking have bedbugs... AGAIN!!!!
Seriously?? I mean seriously?? As if that's not a reason to really hightail it out of here. This is the second effing time in three years. And the landlord does nothing only send his flunkies to come spray. The last time this happened I had to get new beds and new mattresses because they were wood. Now I have to get more protective coverings for the girls bed and the spray. I will be damned if i go out and get new beds again. These beds are metal and they are less than three years old (True because they have been in the possession of my kids they look much much older, but that's not the point)
Oh come on, SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
I feel like a character on Grey's Anatomy right now. You know how they answer every questionable situation with Seriously? I feel that way.
Oh by the way, the voice that narrates my thoughts, yeah she's no longer some random British woman, she's Meredith Grey. Not sure but I may have experienced Grey overload last night.
So back to why I have lost my good mood. Remember I said I'm that paranoid person that thinks everything bad is happening to her? So I'm pretty sure that for the next few weeks, I will be inspecting my bed, my clothes, everything and that every little itch is a bug crawling on me. I HATE MY LIFE!
I want to move right now. Screw my job, screw my life here. (Hell it's not like I'm actually going to get the guy, right? Have you looked at me. I am so most likely not his type.) I will miss my friends, my friends are awesome but as much as I love them, my friends cannot compete with keeping me in a bedbug ridden house.
FUCK!!!
Single and blogging wants so badly to go back to bed and start this day sooooo oover...
We fucking have bedbugs... AGAIN!!!!
Seriously?? I mean seriously?? As if that's not a reason to really hightail it out of here. This is the second effing time in three years. And the landlord does nothing only send his flunkies to come spray. The last time this happened I had to get new beds and new mattresses because they were wood. Now I have to get more protective coverings for the girls bed and the spray. I will be damned if i go out and get new beds again. These beds are metal and they are less than three years old (True because they have been in the possession of my kids they look much much older, but that's not the point)
Oh come on, SERIOUSLY?!?!?!?
I feel like a character on Grey's Anatomy right now. You know how they answer every questionable situation with Seriously? I feel that way.
Oh by the way, the voice that narrates my thoughts, yeah she's no longer some random British woman, she's Meredith Grey. Not sure but I may have experienced Grey overload last night.
So back to why I have lost my good mood. Remember I said I'm that paranoid person that thinks everything bad is happening to her? So I'm pretty sure that for the next few weeks, I will be inspecting my bed, my clothes, everything and that every little itch is a bug crawling on me. I HATE MY LIFE!
I want to move right now. Screw my job, screw my life here. (Hell it's not like I'm actually going to get the guy, right? Have you looked at me. I am so most likely not his type.) I will miss my friends, my friends are awesome but as much as I love them, my friends cannot compete with keeping me in a bedbug ridden house.
FUCK!!!
Single and blogging wants so badly to go back to bed and start this day sooooo oover...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
UHm...
So I'm sitting here watching Grey's anatomy thinking WTF?
When i last left my lovable cast, Izzy had a brain tumor and was married to karev, Derek was angling for chief and with but not with Meredith, Christina was with Own but not with Owen, Baily was having trouble in her marriage but married, Lexie was new and annoying and trying to bond with Meredith.
Now I tune in to the new episodes and Karev is dating Lexie who is not the Lexie that used to be Lexie. Derek is chief, I think, the chief is no where to be found, Karev is not married to Izzy, Izzy isn't even there. Baily is not married and sleeping with a guy that's probably ten plus years her junior, Derek and Meredith have not been in the same place this whole episode, have not met in the hall, haven't talked, Did I mention that Lexie is not Lexie? And she's sleeping with Karev. WTF is IZZY??
I think George is dead. He was in the elevator with Izzy (WHERE THE FUCK IS IZZY???) as she was going down for her tumor.
Oh fuck it! I don't care, I'm confused and I don't like it, I'm going to have a russian. I fucking deserve one after this week.
Oh did I mention that the group is supposedly going paintballing and again no one mentioned one damn thing to me?
Single and Blogging is in need of...
When i last left my lovable cast, Izzy had a brain tumor and was married to karev, Derek was angling for chief and with but not with Meredith, Christina was with Own but not with Owen, Baily was having trouble in her marriage but married, Lexie was new and annoying and trying to bond with Meredith.
Now I tune in to the new episodes and Karev is dating Lexie who is not the Lexie that used to be Lexie. Derek is chief, I think, the chief is no where to be found, Karev is not married to Izzy, Izzy isn't even there. Baily is not married and sleeping with a guy that's probably ten plus years her junior, Derek and Meredith have not been in the same place this whole episode, have not met in the hall, haven't talked, Did I mention that Lexie is not Lexie? And she's sleeping with Karev. WTF is IZZY??
I think George is dead. He was in the elevator with Izzy (WHERE THE FUCK IS IZZY???) as she was going down for her tumor.
Oh fuck it! I don't care, I'm confused and I don't like it, I'm going to have a russian. I fucking deserve one after this week.
Oh did I mention that the group is supposedly going paintballing and again no one mentioned one damn thing to me?
Single and Blogging is in need of...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Upheaval...
I think I am ready for an upheaval in my life and I know exactly how to do it.
Today when I was trying hard to disappear inside myself, I did what I normally do. I went to my happy place where I am not only loved by my friends, but by that special someone. Currently that special someone is the unnamed one. Well he has a name but I'll be damned if I put it here.
In my happy place he and I are dating. I haven't yet dreamed up anything more. And to be honest I don't want to really. The guy in my mind before him was an Italian prince named Marco, and pure fantasy. I might blog about my years wit him filling the man shoes in Happy land and I may not. He fades in and out of happy land depending on my faith in whether mystery man likes me.
But back to my upheaval.
The next time I get to be in the same room as my mystery man, I plan to tell him that I like him a lot, and I plan to see what can maybe be done about that.
Whether or not a glass of liquid fortitude will be needed we don't know yet. I hope not as I want to be fully sober when he tells me that he's not interested in me that way. With liquor I will probably be apt to fall into a heap of tears and wail that life is so unfair.
FML.
Well, as usual, Coldstone creamery has saved my night. I am unsure as to whether or not a second bowl will be needed but I think my pillow may sue for visitation before my freezer can command my presence.
Single and blogging is tired and knows not of the drivel she types...
Today when I was trying hard to disappear inside myself, I did what I normally do. I went to my happy place where I am not only loved by my friends, but by that special someone. Currently that special someone is the unnamed one. Well he has a name but I'll be damned if I put it here.
In my happy place he and I are dating. I haven't yet dreamed up anything more. And to be honest I don't want to really. The guy in my mind before him was an Italian prince named Marco, and pure fantasy. I might blog about my years wit him filling the man shoes in Happy land and I may not. He fades in and out of happy land depending on my faith in whether mystery man likes me.
But back to my upheaval.
The next time I get to be in the same room as my mystery man, I plan to tell him that I like him a lot, and I plan to see what can maybe be done about that.
Whether or not a glass of liquid fortitude will be needed we don't know yet. I hope not as I want to be fully sober when he tells me that he's not interested in me that way. With liquor I will probably be apt to fall into a heap of tears and wail that life is so unfair.
FML.
Well, as usual, Coldstone creamery has saved my night. I am unsure as to whether or not a second bowl will be needed but I think my pillow may sue for visitation before my freezer can command my presence.
Single and blogging is tired and knows not of the drivel she types...
Power shift.
At about three- three forty five this morning, I realized why last night hurt so bad.
There had been a power shift in my household and I wasn't even aware that I had lost. Without ever feeling the change in the wind, I had lost the power as parent... to a ten year old. (okay I might as well start saying eleven. He will be 11 on the 29th)
And I thought back... When I work on the weekends, I trust him to watch the girls. The one time I went out at night and had a little bit of adult time, I trusted him to watch the girls. When he displayed the desire to cook so long as I did the prep work like defrosting it and seasoning it, he was overly happy to put it in the stove. If I had to run to the store really quickly, he was in charge. He walks the girls to and from school (or did until the girls started walking themselves)
I mean, OMG WTF was I thinking??? While I was busy trying to lighten my stress load, I was making his heavier and heavier until he somehow became an almost equal partner in this whole parenting thing.
WTF did I just do to my little boy?
And last night when he very insolently looked me in the eye and told me he did the best he could with the dishes all the while knowing that I knew he didn't even try, I snapped. I didn't do what I should have done and tried to reason out WTF was going on in my son's head, I didn't try to vocalized my thoughts and feelings (although at that precise moment I'm pretty sure what I would have said if I had vocalized would have made merchant marines, pirates, seasoned sailors,and Frenchmen gasp in horror... What I said later would only have offended 90% of parenting organizations.)
And like I said a a quarter past effing-dark thirty this morning, it downed on me that I behaved like a teenager with a squalling newborn would act. And I was ashamed of myself. And hurt that I did that. And I cried.
It's been a long time since I cried over parenting. I suppose in a way, I was due for the cry.
I think it's time for an upheaval in my life.
Single and blogging is thinking...
There had been a power shift in my household and I wasn't even aware that I had lost. Without ever feeling the change in the wind, I had lost the power as parent... to a ten year old. (okay I might as well start saying eleven. He will be 11 on the 29th)
And I thought back... When I work on the weekends, I trust him to watch the girls. The one time I went out at night and had a little bit of adult time, I trusted him to watch the girls. When he displayed the desire to cook so long as I did the prep work like defrosting it and seasoning it, he was overly happy to put it in the stove. If I had to run to the store really quickly, he was in charge. He walks the girls to and from school (or did until the girls started walking themselves)
I mean, OMG WTF was I thinking??? While I was busy trying to lighten my stress load, I was making his heavier and heavier until he somehow became an almost equal partner in this whole parenting thing.
WTF did I just do to my little boy?
And last night when he very insolently looked me in the eye and told me he did the best he could with the dishes all the while knowing that I knew he didn't even try, I snapped. I didn't do what I should have done and tried to reason out WTF was going on in my son's head, I didn't try to vocalized my thoughts and feelings (although at that precise moment I'm pretty sure what I would have said if I had vocalized would have made merchant marines, pirates, seasoned sailors,and Frenchmen gasp in horror... What I said later would only have offended 90% of parenting organizations.)
And like I said a a quarter past effing-dark thirty this morning, it downed on me that I behaved like a teenager with a squalling newborn would act. And I was ashamed of myself. And hurt that I did that. And I cried.
It's been a long time since I cried over parenting. I suppose in a way, I was due for the cry.
I think it's time for an upheaval in my life.
Single and blogging is thinking...
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Bad moment...
I can't believe I am actually typing this but I need to make this thought get out of my head and go away. Leave the gate open and risk the other thoughts leaving the yard but I need to make this thought go away. Right now.
God help me, I don't want to be Mommy right now. Right this moment, I want to be a thirty year old on a warm beach somewhere with an endless supply of alcohol flowing in my direction. Right now, I really hate the fact that I have kids. Right now, I want to be free.
I blogged this morning about my son not doing his chores. Tonight it spiraled out of control. Tonight the situation grew legs and ran away from me, into a brick wall, pulled out a pic axe and kept right on going.
I told him. I told him calmly, with more control than I could muster on an ordinary day, that if he didn't do what he needed to do, I would not give him anything he wants. He would not eat the food that I had to get plastic plates and utensils in order to serve because he couldn't be bothered to wash a dish. He would eat a skinny sandwich and go to bed. And I had to stick to my guns.
He came home and he went in the kitchen. He half swept the floor meaning there was stuff all over in the corners. He washed the five dishes I put in the sink before I realized they all needed re washing and gave up. The rest he just wiped down. He didn't wash the counters. He didn't do anything he was supposed to do.
...And I hit him. God help me I hit him. And I called his grandmother a bitch to his face. And I told him... no I yelled at him that he was never going to live with either his father or his grandmother and if that's what he was angling for, for me to get so pissed off that I would send him to live with either of them.
...And I had to order the Chinese food I was planning to give the kids for dinner and I had to leave out his order.
God help me, but I have to make my son watch while his sister eat Chinese food and he eats a thin turkey sandwich and a bag of potato chips and a cup of water.
I am feeling very bad right now, bloggers. I am feeling like I am not worth the gift God bestowed upon me when he gave me kids.
I can't help it. But I resent him right now. True I wasn't really college material but I would have stayed if I hadn't gotten pregnant in college I would have stayed and plodded through. IF I hadn't been pregnant, I wouldn't have married Randy, and if I hadn't been a mommy, I wouldn't have stayed in that marriage as long as I did.
I am trying hard not to blame my son but right now it's hard.
So hard.
Sing and blogging is really not feeling very good.
God help me, I don't want to be Mommy right now. Right this moment, I want to be a thirty year old on a warm beach somewhere with an endless supply of alcohol flowing in my direction. Right now, I really hate the fact that I have kids. Right now, I want to be free.
I blogged this morning about my son not doing his chores. Tonight it spiraled out of control. Tonight the situation grew legs and ran away from me, into a brick wall, pulled out a pic axe and kept right on going.
I told him. I told him calmly, with more control than I could muster on an ordinary day, that if he didn't do what he needed to do, I would not give him anything he wants. He would not eat the food that I had to get plastic plates and utensils in order to serve because he couldn't be bothered to wash a dish. He would eat a skinny sandwich and go to bed. And I had to stick to my guns.
He came home and he went in the kitchen. He half swept the floor meaning there was stuff all over in the corners. He washed the five dishes I put in the sink before I realized they all needed re washing and gave up. The rest he just wiped down. He didn't wash the counters. He didn't do anything he was supposed to do.
...And I hit him. God help me I hit him. And I called his grandmother a bitch to his face. And I told him... no I yelled at him that he was never going to live with either his father or his grandmother and if that's what he was angling for, for me to get so pissed off that I would send him to live with either of them.
...And I had to order the Chinese food I was planning to give the kids for dinner and I had to leave out his order.
God help me, but I have to make my son watch while his sister eat Chinese food and he eats a thin turkey sandwich and a bag of potato chips and a cup of water.
I am feeling very bad right now, bloggers. I am feeling like I am not worth the gift God bestowed upon me when he gave me kids.
I can't help it. But I resent him right now. True I wasn't really college material but I would have stayed if I hadn't gotten pregnant in college I would have stayed and plodded through. IF I hadn't been pregnant, I wouldn't have married Randy, and if I hadn't been a mommy, I wouldn't have stayed in that marriage as long as I did.
I am trying hard not to blame my son but right now it's hard.
So hard.
Sing and blogging is really not feeling very good.
Been a minute
Okay so I think I promised to do this every day but as you can see, I'm not very good at that. Don't know if I promised every day, don't think I would do something that stupid.
Anyway... haven't had too many thoughts demanding elbow room lately. I have had the normal problems but nothing big.
The boy is misbehaving again. I honestly think I am going to have to do something very drastic with him. I think drill school or a drill sergeant is in order. He's slacking off in the few chores I give him... again. I ask him to wash the dishes and when he's done (five minutes later) the dishes either have bits of food stuck on them or they are so greasy the slip right out of my hands.
People think that my priorities are skewed becasue I have only three real requirements for the house I move into down south... I want my own bathroom because frankly I am tired of sharing with my kids. It's annoying now that my kids just walk into the bathroom when they need to go regardless of if I am in the shower... I want a dishwasher... See the above blurb. I am tired of risking Ebola or dysentery just because my son refuses to wash a dish so it's usable again. And I want a laundry area cause lemme tell you, hauling bags upon bags of cothes to the laundrymat every other week is no fun at all and lately I have been screwed to all hell because I have to make the choise to have electricity or clean clothes and there's only so long the electric company will by my hours got cut as a way of paying them half so that we can have clean clothes.
And I know that I have friends out there that would more than gladly say, "Bring your clothes over to my house, just bring your own soap." but again this falls on the mooch thing and if you know me, can you really see me hauling my clothes to someone else's house?? Okay yeah if I had absolutely no money at all then I might swallow my pride but I am also the same woman who bought a thing of laundry soap and washed her kids school shirts in a pot on the stove just like my grandma probably did in the old days. (Which lemme tell ya, not that easy but not that hard. Boil the hell out of it, then boil in some fabric softer, squeeze out and hang dry. Really not that hard.)
The girls are behaving pretty good but then I am not/ was never really concerned about them. They have me by example to know how a female acts. JOvaughn has no men on a constant basis. I have had offers from my male friends but... there's really no way to end that sentence.
I think that's why I want a man in my life so badly, I want a role model for Jovaughn. And I think I would like him to be an outdoorsy type. Hiking, playing ball but also smart. They boy has a brilliant mind and that's not just me saying that because I'm his mom and I love him. He picks up math like water to a duck, he likes science, and he can build. The boy took tape and paper and markers and built a train. He can write out the train stops for the #6 train in New York City from start to end. I mean, wow, he's good at most of the stuff I sucked at at his age but at the same time he has a few bad habits that are just clogging it all.
HE eats like a racehorse and if I don't give him the food, he takes the food. I know it's not fair, but I blame my former mother in law. Jovaughn lived with her for a year and she fed him like he was a starving orphan. They got up in the morning and she gave him breakfast, a snack on the way to school, a snack at school before lunch, lunch, a snack after lunch, a snack on the way home from school, a snack before dinner, dinner, and then maybe a snack before bed. Count that up, it's eight maybe nine times eating a day. I should have broken this when I got him back but I didn't and I regret it sorely now because now, if I cut his eating by a little bit he makes it up in thievery.
I don't know what to do and I admit I am at my wits end. I'm one of those moms with a terrible secret. I have a son (And a daughter sortof) that eat so damn much they are busting out of their clothes.
Ugh... I have spent most of my free time blogging and I should be cleaning and getting ready. So maybe I will blog tonight, maybe not. IDK. Blog ya later!
Single and blogging is loggin' off!
Anyway... haven't had too many thoughts demanding elbow room lately. I have had the normal problems but nothing big.
The boy is misbehaving again. I honestly think I am going to have to do something very drastic with him. I think drill school or a drill sergeant is in order. He's slacking off in the few chores I give him... again. I ask him to wash the dishes and when he's done (five minutes later) the dishes either have bits of food stuck on them or they are so greasy the slip right out of my hands.
People think that my priorities are skewed becasue I have only three real requirements for the house I move into down south... I want my own bathroom because frankly I am tired of sharing with my kids. It's annoying now that my kids just walk into the bathroom when they need to go regardless of if I am in the shower... I want a dishwasher... See the above blurb. I am tired of risking Ebola or dysentery just because my son refuses to wash a dish so it's usable again. And I want a laundry area cause lemme tell you, hauling bags upon bags of cothes to the laundrymat every other week is no fun at all and lately I have been screwed to all hell because I have to make the choise to have electricity or clean clothes and there's only so long the electric company will by my hours got cut as a way of paying them half so that we can have clean clothes.
And I know that I have friends out there that would more than gladly say, "Bring your clothes over to my house, just bring your own soap." but again this falls on the mooch thing and if you know me, can you really see me hauling my clothes to someone else's house?? Okay yeah if I had absolutely no money at all then I might swallow my pride but I am also the same woman who bought a thing of laundry soap and washed her kids school shirts in a pot on the stove just like my grandma probably did in the old days. (Which lemme tell ya, not that easy but not that hard. Boil the hell out of it, then boil in some fabric softer, squeeze out and hang dry. Really not that hard.)
The girls are behaving pretty good but then I am not/ was never really concerned about them. They have me by example to know how a female acts. JOvaughn has no men on a constant basis. I have had offers from my male friends but... there's really no way to end that sentence.
I think that's why I want a man in my life so badly, I want a role model for Jovaughn. And I think I would like him to be an outdoorsy type. Hiking, playing ball but also smart. They boy has a brilliant mind and that's not just me saying that because I'm his mom and I love him. He picks up math like water to a duck, he likes science, and he can build. The boy took tape and paper and markers and built a train. He can write out the train stops for the #6 train in New York City from start to end. I mean, wow, he's good at most of the stuff I sucked at at his age but at the same time he has a few bad habits that are just clogging it all.
HE eats like a racehorse and if I don't give him the food, he takes the food. I know it's not fair, but I blame my former mother in law. Jovaughn lived with her for a year and she fed him like he was a starving orphan. They got up in the morning and she gave him breakfast, a snack on the way to school, a snack at school before lunch, lunch, a snack after lunch, a snack on the way home from school, a snack before dinner, dinner, and then maybe a snack before bed. Count that up, it's eight maybe nine times eating a day. I should have broken this when I got him back but I didn't and I regret it sorely now because now, if I cut his eating by a little bit he makes it up in thievery.
I don't know what to do and I admit I am at my wits end. I'm one of those moms with a terrible secret. I have a son (And a daughter sortof) that eat so damn much they are busting out of their clothes.
Ugh... I have spent most of my free time blogging and I should be cleaning and getting ready. So maybe I will blog tonight, maybe not. IDK. Blog ya later!
Single and blogging is loggin' off!
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Mother's Day
So, I'm the person that waits until the last possible moment before I get my moms mother's day present because I concentrate on what the kids make for her versus what I get for her. And let's face it, my mom only wants a card from me anyway. So card done, I started wracking my brain for what the kids should get her. For Christmas the year my kids were 5,4, and 2 or maybe one or two years older we took a portrait at my job which was then Wal-Mart portraits and then took it to a shop call Hometown threads and had a blanket made with the kids picture on it. I think that was the pinnacle of gifts from kids right there. I mean it was sooo much better than the "Best Mommy in the World!" mugs and the cheap strung beads necklace that I got her when I was a kid (Did you ever notice how your kids gifts to your mom are sooo much better than the gifts you gave your mom?)
So this afternoon, I was at work when my eye fell on the hand print mosaic kits that you're supposed to use when your child is a newborn and I thought "hey! I'm only eight plus years late but my mom will LOVE that!!" So I got three. Unfortunately I have to go back tomorrow and get more of the mold stuff because Kayla put her hand all the way to the bottom of the mold gel and it says not to because then you won't get the lines in their hands. I did Olivia's this afternoon and not only id we get the lines on her hands we got her nails because the way she put her hands in and the way the plaster set, it look like her hand is coming out of the plaster It's fricken awesome. I am going to paint them and make them glossy with the can of sealer I bought last year by mistake. and then the kids are ging to write their name, their age, and the year on then and Sunday we are going to have my mom cry... again.
In a way, I love mothers day. I have a never ending stream of handmade cards, and songs, and things made from Popsicle stick and paper from my kids courtesy (sp?) of their school but even though I don't keep the stuff all year round, I love it. Gaudy and tacky as it may be I love it.
This year I plan to celebrate Mothers day in bed. Oh get that look off your face! This is my first weekend off in three weeks and I am going to sleep until my eyes refuse to stay closed. I might drink too.
I need to go eat. Oy! The things we do for a single day!
Single and Blogging is hungry!
So this afternoon, I was at work when my eye fell on the hand print mosaic kits that you're supposed to use when your child is a newborn and I thought "hey! I'm only eight plus years late but my mom will LOVE that!!" So I got three. Unfortunately I have to go back tomorrow and get more of the mold stuff because Kayla put her hand all the way to the bottom of the mold gel and it says not to because then you won't get the lines in their hands. I did Olivia's this afternoon and not only id we get the lines on her hands we got her nails because the way she put her hands in and the way the plaster set, it look like her hand is coming out of the plaster It's fricken awesome. I am going to paint them and make them glossy with the can of sealer I bought last year by mistake. and then the kids are ging to write their name, their age, and the year on then and Sunday we are going to have my mom cry... again.
In a way, I love mothers day. I have a never ending stream of handmade cards, and songs, and things made from Popsicle stick and paper from my kids courtesy (sp?) of their school but even though I don't keep the stuff all year round, I love it. Gaudy and tacky as it may be I love it.
This year I plan to celebrate Mothers day in bed. Oh get that look off your face! This is my first weekend off in three weeks and I am going to sleep until my eyes refuse to stay closed. I might drink too.
I need to go eat. Oy! The things we do for a single day!
Single and Blogging is hungry!
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Short
Okay, this is going to be short because I have a kick ass migraine... an energy sucking, mind punishing migraine, but I promised that I would blog everyday about something I encountered in my day, so here goes.
Why is it that when people stink, I mean really really stink, they pretend their nose is broken and then get offended if you make it known (Putting your hand over your nose, groaning a bit, telling someone on the phone, pass out from the rank smell)??? I don't get it. Do they think that aroma wafting behind them is some exotic perfume?
I give up. My head hurts.
Single and blogging is in pain.
Why is it that when people stink, I mean really really stink, they pretend their nose is broken and then get offended if you make it known (Putting your hand over your nose, groaning a bit, telling someone on the phone, pass out from the rank smell)??? I don't get it. Do they think that aroma wafting behind them is some exotic perfume?
I give up. My head hurts.
Single and blogging is in pain.
Another Pre-Morning blog...
Here's a brain squisher for everyone out there... What do you get when you mix people afflicted with Ghetto ism and mass amounts of Bacardi Rum? Give up yet? Well I have no patience this morning so I will tell you... You get a fat chick who wants to have a fight so loud the neighbors across the driveway call the cops on at two in the morning. I seriously don't foresee the woman downstairs living here much longer. My landlord just moved his mother in the back apartment and she doesn't like mass amounts of noise. Like normal people she doesn't like the noise at the ass crack of dawn. No wait... at two am dawn wasn't even showing her ass crack...
I honestly don't know who called the cops. I wasn't coherent enough to find my phone let alone call them. I just wanted to know what was this woman's problem. But I already know what it is... she has no respect for others around her and has to show her tail every opportunity she gets. You think I like attention? Holy Hell Batman! This woman must run on it. I think it's a good thing for me to just take advantage of my day off and crawl back into bed.
Guess what bloggers!! I got a weekend off! I get to sleep in this weekend!! Isn't it awesome??? Okay sleep now glee later...
Single and blogging is going back to bed!
I honestly don't know who called the cops. I wasn't coherent enough to find my phone let alone call them. I just wanted to know what was this woman's problem. But I already know what it is... she has no respect for others around her and has to show her tail every opportunity she gets. You think I like attention? Holy Hell Batman! This woman must run on it. I think it's a good thing for me to just take advantage of my day off and crawl back into bed.
Guess what bloggers!! I got a weekend off! I get to sleep in this weekend!! Isn't it awesome??? Okay sleep now glee later...
Single and blogging is going back to bed!
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
So today...
Today I went shopping. I ran to two different stores and got everything I needed and put food in my house and I will have you all know, that I got real food not quickfood. Well I did corner the market on SPAM but hell it's probably more for me than them. It's something I can cook when I get home from work and slap on a bagel but so what.
I saw a car catch fire today. It was oddly cool but oddly disturbing. Just six or seven years ago, that was me. I was on the Highway 35 circle and I smelled this horrible burning rubber smell and I first thought it was me mainly because I'm a paranoid person who always thinks that the bad stuff in life is only happening to her. (Seriously?? You haven't figured that out yet? Shame on you! Stop reading now and go sit in the corner.) But then I realized it was coming from around me. The car in front of me passed a dark spot and I say the smoke and I started honking. Knowing what it was because like I said, I lived though it, I tried to get the drivers attention. Apparently a warning bell must have gone off in the car or he realized why I was honking or whatever. He started to pull over and I went slow thinking I will pull up behind him put him in my car with all my food and get him away from the car. But did he stop?? NO!!! He kept driving. Thankfully he pulled into a Napa auto parts and I figured okay he's around car people they'll get him to safety. I started to drive by. As I passed I saw a flame. I am so glad it wasn't me this time.
Nothing of real consequence happened today. Or rather nothing else. I went shopping, I came home. I put food away. I have food in my house. I have salad in my house. I am going to eat salad.
So NCIS is on... I am a diehard Gibbs person. My mother hates Tony. Too egotistical.
I have dreams about being on NCIS. In my imagination I am a British royal spy agent transferred to NCIS to help them catch some guy and Gibbs is so impressed by me that they keep me at NCIS. Then I am kidnapped by a sheik in the middle east who wants to impregnate me because I have some special blood that been rumored to be immune to all diseases. but Gibbs rescues me and then I find out that I am pregnant and the brother oft he sheik (That is now the sheik because of course Gibbs killed the one that kidnapped me) knows that I am pregnant and wants to take over where his brother failed and force me to marry him but Gibbs steps in and marries me himself. We have a fake marriage and then the baby is born and I decide to go my own way but he's decided he likes me and wants me to stay and we have a real marriage but marriage to Gibbs is like marriage to a brick wall with a cute face and I leave and he hates it.
I usually wake up then. I never know if he comes to England to get me. I never know how it ends.
I have an unusually active immagination. I also have way too much down time on my hands. I need to fix this but until a solution comes along, I will continue to dream.
NCIS is getting good. I am going to go watch! BYE!!
Single and blogging is dreaming of her Gibbs!
I saw a car catch fire today. It was oddly cool but oddly disturbing. Just six or seven years ago, that was me. I was on the Highway 35 circle and I smelled this horrible burning rubber smell and I first thought it was me mainly because I'm a paranoid person who always thinks that the bad stuff in life is only happening to her. (Seriously?? You haven't figured that out yet? Shame on you! Stop reading now and go sit in the corner.) But then I realized it was coming from around me. The car in front of me passed a dark spot and I say the smoke and I started honking. Knowing what it was because like I said, I lived though it, I tried to get the drivers attention. Apparently a warning bell must have gone off in the car or he realized why I was honking or whatever. He started to pull over and I went slow thinking I will pull up behind him put him in my car with all my food and get him away from the car. But did he stop?? NO!!! He kept driving. Thankfully he pulled into a Napa auto parts and I figured okay he's around car people they'll get him to safety. I started to drive by. As I passed I saw a flame. I am so glad it wasn't me this time.
Nothing of real consequence happened today. Or rather nothing else. I went shopping, I came home. I put food away. I have food in my house. I have salad in my house. I am going to eat salad.
So NCIS is on... I am a diehard Gibbs person. My mother hates Tony. Too egotistical.
I have dreams about being on NCIS. In my imagination I am a British royal spy agent transferred to NCIS to help them catch some guy and Gibbs is so impressed by me that they keep me at NCIS. Then I am kidnapped by a sheik in the middle east who wants to impregnate me because I have some special blood that been rumored to be immune to all diseases. but Gibbs rescues me and then I find out that I am pregnant and the brother oft he sheik (That is now the sheik because of course Gibbs killed the one that kidnapped me) knows that I am pregnant and wants to take over where his brother failed and force me to marry him but Gibbs steps in and marries me himself. We have a fake marriage and then the baby is born and I decide to go my own way but he's decided he likes me and wants me to stay and we have a real marriage but marriage to Gibbs is like marriage to a brick wall with a cute face and I leave and he hates it.
I usually wake up then. I never know if he comes to England to get me. I never know how it ends.
I have an unusually active immagination. I also have way too much down time on my hands. I need to fix this but until a solution comes along, I will continue to dream.
NCIS is getting good. I am going to go watch! BYE!!
Single and blogging is dreaming of her Gibbs!
Monday, May 03, 2010
Gotta love
Facebook. I just posted a status about certain people. They aren't going to care Hell I don't think they are even going to notice but it will be interested to see if they do. ROFL!!! I love mini mental breakdowns! I've been having them so long that they come easier and easier...
Single and blogging is giggling uncontrollably in that brain disconnected laugh only she can do!
Single and blogging is giggling uncontrollably in that brain disconnected laugh only she can do!
So blog
Blog, Blog, Blog...
Good lord I am bored. I miss my best buds and I'm annoyed that after two years among them, I'm still not even considered for a group get together, but oh well, life is life and at this point it's like high school They are the A squad and I'm the band geek again. Whatever. I have given up on them and as of this moment, I have given up on the guy. Yep.
So I had a blog that I was going to post this morning but I think I gave up halfway through because it was sorta aimed at people who would know it was aimed at them. Sometimes the victims of my rash sarcasm aren't as dumb and oblivious as I make them out to be.
It was about one of my most hated "isms" Ghettoism.
I admit it, I sat and watched about three hours of MTV cribs this afternoon and I was disgusted beyond belief. One guy didn't even know his way around his home and I suspect that he had either rented it for the MTV cribs or just bought it. One guy was just a hick, and then there was Fantasia... OH LORD! Her reading may have improved but her taste obviously had gone lacking. She had ebony African animals all through her house INCLUDING the pair of cheetahs on the dining table. Yes I said on. They face the head of the table like they're going to eat the food. She said she hasn't gotten to Africa to go see the animals so until she could she was going to put statues of them all over her house. Hello America's next top Illiterate has been!! You made a whole bunch of money off that stupid lifetime movie, Get on a plane and go see the damn animals...
Honestly... And then there was this guy that walked around saying, "Follow your boy" when he wanted the cameras to follow him. Negro, you are not my boy! I don't even know your name. Or the guy that had to say "LNow what I'm saying?" or sorry, "Gnomesayin?" at the end of every sentence or the Puerto Rican who thought that somehow, the florida sun had turned him into a black man. A worse wigger I've never seen.
Why, Lord, why do we allow these people to live?? Why can't the be born with a blinking indicator that they are going to annoy the educated world with their ghettoness. We can just suffocate them and no one would have to swallow masses of Excedrin to forget them.
I am truly my mother's daughter. She was an English teacher and she taught me well. The slightest bit or ill-educated speaking sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Ghettoism annoys me almost as much as Valleyism. Damnit! IF you want to say like every three words then go live in the damn valley where no one will have to suffer their ears bleeding!
Sorry, in a bit of a mood today. Went to get my food stamps fixed today so was up early and crashed between one and four so of course, I'm not tired and I'm going to have to take one of my PM meds to get to sleep.
Ugh... I'm tired but not tired.
Oh god! Southpark is on! I have to turn the channel BRB. Okay I found Phineas and Ferb. Don't look at me that way! I know it's a cartoon but I happen to enjoy it!
So I'm going to go and watch my cartoon, eat my pringles and drink my iced tea.
Single and blogging is going to make herself tired.
Good lord I am bored. I miss my best buds and I'm annoyed that after two years among them, I'm still not even considered for a group get together, but oh well, life is life and at this point it's like high school They are the A squad and I'm the band geek again. Whatever. I have given up on them and as of this moment, I have given up on the guy. Yep.
So I had a blog that I was going to post this morning but I think I gave up halfway through because it was sorta aimed at people who would know it was aimed at them. Sometimes the victims of my rash sarcasm aren't as dumb and oblivious as I make them out to be.
It was about one of my most hated "isms" Ghettoism.
I admit it, I sat and watched about three hours of MTV cribs this afternoon and I was disgusted beyond belief. One guy didn't even know his way around his home and I suspect that he had either rented it for the MTV cribs or just bought it. One guy was just a hick, and then there was Fantasia... OH LORD! Her reading may have improved but her taste obviously had gone lacking. She had ebony African animals all through her house INCLUDING the pair of cheetahs on the dining table. Yes I said on. They face the head of the table like they're going to eat the food. She said she hasn't gotten to Africa to go see the animals so until she could she was going to put statues of them all over her house. Hello America's next top Illiterate has been!! You made a whole bunch of money off that stupid lifetime movie, Get on a plane and go see the damn animals...
Honestly... And then there was this guy that walked around saying, "Follow your boy" when he wanted the cameras to follow him. Negro, you are not my boy! I don't even know your name. Or the guy that had to say "LNow what I'm saying?" or sorry, "Gnomesayin?" at the end of every sentence or the Puerto Rican who thought that somehow, the florida sun had turned him into a black man. A worse wigger I've never seen.
Why, Lord, why do we allow these people to live?? Why can't the be born with a blinking indicator that they are going to annoy the educated world with their ghettoness. We can just suffocate them and no one would have to swallow masses of Excedrin to forget them.
I am truly my mother's daughter. She was an English teacher and she taught me well. The slightest bit or ill-educated speaking sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Ghettoism annoys me almost as much as Valleyism. Damnit! IF you want to say like every three words then go live in the damn valley where no one will have to suffer their ears bleeding!
Sorry, in a bit of a mood today. Went to get my food stamps fixed today so was up early and crashed between one and four so of course, I'm not tired and I'm going to have to take one of my PM meds to get to sleep.
Ugh... I'm tired but not tired.
Oh god! Southpark is on! I have to turn the channel BRB. Okay I found Phineas and Ferb. Don't look at me that way! I know it's a cartoon but I happen to enjoy it!
So I'm going to go and watch my cartoon, eat my pringles and drink my iced tea.
Single and blogging is going to make herself tired.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Not a good day.
Sp I woke up this morning and it being the second of the month, I checked to make sure that my food stamps had been refilled seeing as how we are down to three packages of pork chops and one pack of hamburger meat and much to my surprise, they haven't refiled them.
In a way, I am not surprised. This court thing with the ex is really starting to annoy me. Out of four child support payments made by him, the state has delivered on two. I am $1098 behind in my child support and for the past two months, he and my mom have been covering my rent. And were were on a family health plan but the state made the ex get health insurance through his job. This is a good thing because now they can see more doctors but it's also a bad thing because the co-pay's for the medicine are 10 bucks per script, the doctors are clear on the other side of town, the copay for the doctors is 10 bucks, and I am not covered under the new health care as I am not his wife and I was kicked off medicare because we were on a family plan and they canceled the whole shebang.
But they have health care and in the end that's really all that matters.
Now food is another issue. As I understand it, they are required to give you 30-60 days notice before they cancel your benefits and I have received no such notice. I could have dealt with them *thinking* that my child support was actually getting to me and them reducing my food stamps but they flat out have stopped them.
So understandably I am just a little tweaked right now and not relishing the thought of having to get up on my day off and go find out whats going on with them. I really wish I didn't need these programs...
Single and blogging is a bit pissed off right now.
In a way, I am not surprised. This court thing with the ex is really starting to annoy me. Out of four child support payments made by him, the state has delivered on two. I am $1098 behind in my child support and for the past two months, he and my mom have been covering my rent. And were were on a family health plan but the state made the ex get health insurance through his job. This is a good thing because now they can see more doctors but it's also a bad thing because the co-pay's for the medicine are 10 bucks per script, the doctors are clear on the other side of town, the copay for the doctors is 10 bucks, and I am not covered under the new health care as I am not his wife and I was kicked off medicare because we were on a family plan and they canceled the whole shebang.
But they have health care and in the end that's really all that matters.
Now food is another issue. As I understand it, they are required to give you 30-60 days notice before they cancel your benefits and I have received no such notice. I could have dealt with them *thinking* that my child support was actually getting to me and them reducing my food stamps but they flat out have stopped them.
So understandably I am just a little tweaked right now and not relishing the thought of having to get up on my day off and go find out whats going on with them. I really wish I didn't need these programs...
Single and blogging is a bit pissed off right now.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Almost made it...
...through the day without thinking of that certain someone. I was having a really good day (You know aside from the part of it where I was the human air freshener trapped on the hot as hell bus.) but then, then I went on my facebook new feed and say that my "friends" got together last night. I don't blame them for not thinking about me. I'm not on their radar unless my bff is around and really to tell you the truth not even then. but that's besides the point.
I can't wait to move to North Carolina this summer. I will get to be around Patty, and closer to Lisa, and Carrie might even come out to visit me. Why do I mention them by name when thus far I haven't mention anyone's names? I mention them by name because these are the people who care about me so much that when they don't hear from me for more than an hour after I get off work (Carrie) they text me (Carrie) relentlessly (Carrie). When they don't hear from me for more than a day (Lisa) they call me to make sure that I'm still alive (Lisa) and they don't feel the need (Lisa) to say "Hello? How have you been?" (Lisa), they start the conversation with "Well hot damn!, She lives!"(Lisa) They don't care that fun happy Dette come out when the drinks are flowing (patty) they only care that she occasionally comes out (Patty). They call me a dork (Patty) and already know that I'm not going to be hurt by it because I know it's code for "Dude, You are awesome"
But I am not complaining about my group of "friends" here. I love my group of "friends" here. They really are nice and I do believe that some of them do actually care for me. I genuinely care from some of them.
So what is the problem? I already told you. I am jealous of them. They have lives. They have no kids, they can go hang out because the day ends in a y. I hate the term fuck my life but, fuck my life!
It's whatever... I don't care...
I can't wait to move to North Carolina this summer. I will get to be around Patty, and closer to Lisa, and Carrie might even come out to visit me. Why do I mention them by name when thus far I haven't mention anyone's names? I mention them by name because these are the people who care about me so much that when they don't hear from me for more than an hour after I get off work (Carrie) they text me (Carrie) relentlessly (Carrie). When they don't hear from me for more than a day (Lisa) they call me to make sure that I'm still alive (Lisa) and they don't feel the need (Lisa) to say "Hello? How have you been?" (Lisa), they start the conversation with "Well hot damn!, She lives!"(Lisa) They don't care that fun happy Dette come out when the drinks are flowing (patty) they only care that she occasionally comes out (Patty). They call me a dork (Patty) and already know that I'm not going to be hurt by it because I know it's code for "Dude, You are awesome"
But I am not complaining about my group of "friends" here. I love my group of "friends" here. They really are nice and I do believe that some of them do actually care for me. I genuinely care from some of them.
So what is the problem? I already told you. I am jealous of them. They have lives. They have no kids, they can go hang out because the day ends in a y. I hate the term fuck my life but, fuck my life!
It's whatever... I don't care...
Welcome May!
Welcome May!! Glad to see you! Now turn off the sun...
LOL. Today was a fun day at work. Laughing, silly Dette went instead of tired Dette. Might have had something to do with the fact that I took a sleeping pill last night to make sleepy Dette happy. Anywho, Fun happy Dette got to work with two of her favorite guys at work. Well one of her favorite and a newcomer that's running fast on being a favorite. I call them McDreamy and El Steamy.
So what do you think one of my favorite television shows is? LOL. If you can't tell El Steamy is Latino and OMG is he well... Steamy... He says he's Picante, I can't wait to get a chance to find out.
So just before the close of work today I made the monumental mistake of listing a diffuser the wrong way and boom, it hit the floor. Now it would have been okay if it was a decent fragrance like Orange or something but no.... Am I ever that lucky?
It was Apple cinnamon. And it went all over my pant leg, after I had put on Vanilla hand lotion. And to make it just a little bit more French Whorish, I spilled some tropical Island Febreeze down my front.
Lemme tell ya, riding the buss home in 85 degree heat when the bus driver doesn't believe in opening windows and you smell like a island vanilla apple cinnamon tart.... not so much fun.
So aside from being a walking air freshener I had a pretty good day. Bus fares went up today by 15 since and transfers by a nickel but oh well Que sera sera.
Like I said: WELCOME MAY!!
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