migraines....

I sometimes sit and wonder who came up with the name of so and so... and I wonder myself into a headache or i go to Google and solve the question but this time I don't even want to know or why they call a migraine a migraine.  I just want to know the ultimate cure for it short of cutting your own head off or drowning your brain in alcohol.

I mean Why would God give man a pain like this???  It's excruciating!  I think this is one of those long reaching punishments for what that dapple headed dolt, Eve, did...  Man if I had a time machine...

Anyway, So I went to a BBQ today.  I sat in the car in the ehat and read and read and read and thenwalked to the store and came back to the car and read.  I'm a shade darker and my migraine isn't any better but you know what?  The pain reminds me that I am alive and I have days and days and days more of this rythmic pounding and stiffling pressure to look forward to!



So I'm going to go play with my sims until my excedrin kicks in... So if you don't hear from me for a few days just know that more than likely I am fine and my inner bitch hasn't broken free and killed someone.  I promise to come back and blog about playtime with the natives soon...

Single and blogging is in pain people!!

uhmmm...

Okay, so as was evident, yesterday I was just alittle bit pissed off...

Here's the thing... There are a few states in this blessed union that have a law that not many people know about.  IN those wonderful states, a woman cannot be held responsible for acts committed when she is in a womanly way... all I can say is, that asshole better be lucky that I had no viable weapon near me yesterday.

SO I have calmed down a bit, I went to the store last night and after careful consideration of the abundant chocolate aisle they have, I chose a tasteful bag of almonds...

I so want chocolate but it's not going to help and I know that...

See and you didn't think I was going t let the rational thinking part of my brain go free ever did you?

I kinda think of it like this.  If I give in and eat chocolate, then I wont stop and I'll get fat again and then the only man I'll be able to get is some fat country hick that's spent his life being called Bubba and his only ambition is to work in some factory.  Call me a snob, I don't care I want a man that I want to look at. 

And call me a racist snob because honestly, I think I'm done with black men altogether.  I don't see what the big deal is.  I lived with one for almost ten years.  They are absurdly attached to their mothers, they make up horrible nicknames for their women and nine out of ten of them wouldn't know how to treat a good woman if he had Respect for Dummies sitting in front of him.

I am not going to make this long.  I do however want to issue an apology to the people that ignored the foul language warning and read the blog anyway. 

Single and blogging is busy today.

Fuck him!

I am warning all who tread this dangerous path right now.  This is a rant.  There will be cussing, there will be man bashing, there will be threats.  Read it if you want to and if you have a weak stomach or a fragile constitution GET THE FUCK OFF NOW!

So yesterday the water company turned off the water to the house (four apartments)  We didn't know why.  So we (my downstairs neighbor and I) started calling the landlord to find out what was going on.  Like usual, he wouldn't pick up his phone.  So I texted him to please call Nikki or me and let us know whats going on.  A half hour later I got a text that said BE ON SOON.  I said OK.  Two and a half hours later, we still had no water.  So we called him, separately, to find out if shortly had a time.  As per his usual, he didn't pick up his phone.  So I called the water company to find out if they had a time.  That is all I wanted to know.  They told me that because he made the payment after 3, it would be on by 7:30 the next morning.  Apparently he has a friend at the water company that turned the water on.  Problem was he didn't see the need to maybe call or text anyone sitting here with kids to tell them that he had someone on it.  He simply left it at the shortly from hours before. 

We couldn't even flush the fucking toilet!!  Who in the hell wants to go to the bathroom and go on top of someone else's shit?!?  No one.  I called the company to simply ask when, that's all.  The woman offered up all his information to me telling me it was a payment problem and whatnot.  She then told me that if I had him call they could turn it on immediately.  There was a 100 dollar reconnection charge that he was going to have to pay anyway but they would just apply it to the next bill.  I tried to get him to tell him this but again, he wouldn't pick up his phone.  Instead I called the former handyman who is/was a friend of his and asked him if he could get in touch with Sko and he said just go around back to his mother.  So I did and I told her what the water company said to me.  She said to call them for her.  I did.  They told her it was going to be 100 dollars.  He hadn't bothered to call her so she told them charge it and turn the water on.

No sooner had I hit END on the call did the water come on. 

So Sko is mad because his mom told them to charge the hundred dollars (which I might point out the water company told me he was going to have to pay anyway) and he got charged even though he had a hookup fix the problem.

The problem in the whole equation is that he is horrible at communication.  He stood there and yelled at me telling me that I had no right to go over his head.  If that pansy ass wanna be a baller motherfucker would take his swelled head out from between his his own fucking legs and stop puffing his ego by giving his own blow fucking jobs, he would see that I didn't go over his head.  I only called to get information.

Then that pissant shithead is going to stand there and tell me that he is the best landlord I am ever going to have?!?!?  Fuck him!!! Daffy fucking duck would make a better landlord.  So then we covered the communication issue.

I told him about when I was trapped up here with no heat in the middle of a fucking blizzard.  HE said he came and fixed it that day, I said yes but I had to call him for six hours first.  is response was I should leave a message and just wait.   HE will get on it when he can.  WTF?  No sorry that is more than the abbreviation WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?  If he listened to the mesage I was asking him to please call me or text me and talk to me.

Then he says I shouldn't call over and over because problems like that aren't even that major...  I reiterate, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?  In what universe is being in a blizzard with three children NOT  THAT MAJOR?!?!? 

His thing is unlike everyone else I know he isn't sitting by the phone waiting for me to call.  First off, motherfucker don't go assuming anything about anyone I know.  Second off, I don't expect him to be sitting by the phone but having someone else to call when we have an emergency (and again am I wrong in thinking that no heat in the middle of a blizzard/ or no water on the hottest day of the year with kids is an emergency?!?!?) who can get to him to let him know something is wrong here would be nice.  Thirdly, fuck it, no heat/no water is a fucking emergency!!

I am so fucking tempted to do a midnight move and a drive by throwing my keys at his house attached to a brick.  He is such a fucking prick!

Did you know that this asshole can't even be bothered to update my lease every year???  My fucking lease still says 11/01/2007.  There has been no amendment to say I'm still lilting here.  There's even an end date of 11/01/2008 still on the lease.  Yes that right, I have been here for almost two years with no actual legal lease.  Knowing his foul slumlord ass, he's going to use that to bilk me out of my security deposit. 

I hate him, I fucking hate him.  If I had a car that I could customize, I would attach spikes to the front of the car and run him down.  Then I would back up and run him over.  Then I'd castrate him and put piece of him up for auction as a Cannibal version of Ebay. (In my mind this site would probably be named something like IEat.  Bear with me, I'm running on flames of fuel)

I am so fucking mad right now, bloggers.  You just don't know.  And the worse part is rage is clouding the better judgment part of my brain.  IF the better judgment part was active and free, there wouldn't be so many cusses or any threats because I know this is the world wide web and what you say always come back to you but damn it, I've locked up the rational part of my brain and it's being guarded by the same guards that were responsible for the beating of the Iraqi war criminals.

So fuck it.

You know fuck is a very underestimated word.  The more I say it, the more rage is released.

Single and blogging is pissed off.

A day in the sunshine and rain...

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!

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...

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...

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.

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!!!!!

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!

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...