With M doing basketball try-outs all week at 6:45am, I've got quite a bit of time on my hands. M has never played a day of basketball in her life. When she played soccer, putting a hand on the ball was a no no. She's so funny. I have to hand it to her though, I wouldn't have done this when I was a kid.
When I was in 8th grade at Monte Vista, I was on the basketball team. We sucked. We won one game and that was because the other team never showed up. You would've thought we won the Super Bowl with that "win." I played T-ball as a kid too. The only hit I got was a tap. The ball fell off the tee and nobody knew what to do with it so I just ran. Got a double. :) I was in gymnastics too but had to quit because I couldn't do a round off, flip flop. I couldn't balance more than 5 seconds on the balance beam and the idea of running really fast to get a good jump onto the uneven bars was laughable. Yah, not much of a sporty girl. No idea where these girls get it. I admire them though. I just wish it didn't cut into my sleep time as much as it did.
Tonight is K's performance. She tried out for the Australian part. She was so damn cute, she got the part of the First Mate on the pirate ship. For some reason, when she reads her lines, she sounds like an Australian pirate. The teacher keeps telling her that she's a pirate but K said, "But I wanted the Australian part." You gotta love her. The teachers love her too cause of course they think it's just adorable. She memorized all of her lines in less than a weekend and I can't wait to see it tonight.
Today is my last day before a day off. Again, I've inundated my day off with things to do so I'm not really looking forward to it. I work with the better than ever pharmacist so I'm just fine with today. Yesterday was Dennis day. He was less than annoying....a smidge. I swear though, it must be hard being perfect cause seriously, that guy thinks he shits gold and sweats diamonds. At times of his self-proclaimed perfection, he reminds me of my husband. My husband isn't always perfect though like Dennis so that's why I stay with him.
When I came home yesterday, I sat down on the couch (SHOCKER) and started reading a book. About an hour later, my husband comes home and proceeds to yell at the kids and bitch and moan about the house being a mess. It might've been the day I had but I kinda lost it. Is it too much to ask for the man in my life to just shut up? I mean, the guy is never happy. He always has something to bitch about. He wants a new house. (Nope, I ain't moving) He wants to go hunting but then he only wants to shoot a buck. (He better just freaking kill something) He barely sees us as it is and his first instinct is to come in the house and piss all over, marking his territory. Um, seriously.....I will castrate you if this continues. It's just the time of year I think. Either that or I'm just really tired.
On a lighter note, I'm running on Red Bull as usual. A couple Red Bulls brought home this morning by my husband. His words, "Have a great day and I'll make sure I save you a seat in the front for Katie's thing tonight." Awwwwww, he does love me. :) Have a great Tuesday everybody!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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11/16/10
10/7/10
I. Don't. Care.
Every morning, I wake my kids up.....four times. I'm nice at first, I'm a little mean the second time, I'm really mean the third time and by the fourth time, I'm a raving lunatic. I'm not complaining, it's just what I do.
When they finally come stumbling out into the living room, they grab the remote and turn on TeenNick. Full House. Oh the going's on's with the Tanners. I used to love that show, at least until little Michelle turned into that awkward brat that wasn't cute anymore. I love Jesse and Rebecca though. Oh man, Sparkman would be loving me right now. (Inside joke)
So anywho, every commercial break is about Degrassi coming back. They try to make it all dramatic about how Degrassi has changed. No cell phones, no public displays of affection....blah, blah, blah. I. Don't. Care. For like 2 months, it's the same damn commercial and for 2 months, I haven't once given a shit. What the hell is Degrassi anyway? It sounds like a new pot I'd wanna smoke in a bong. I have a sinking feeling it's not though.
This is what my mornings are like though. I'm on a loop every day. It's the same thing every morning. You're jealous of my life, aren't you? ;)
It's technically my Friday. I have to work with Dennis Hopper all day today. I've heard he was in a mood yesterday and to tell you the truth, this morning I'm hoping he is in another mood. Cause I'm not and I plan on saying something if he even thinks about being an asshole. I had too good of a day yesterday to let him ruin my today. So bring it Dennis! I dare ya!
Have a great day everybody. Stay tuned if I'm still apart of the working class....
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
When they finally come stumbling out into the living room, they grab the remote and turn on TeenNick. Full House. Oh the going's on's with the Tanners. I used to love that show, at least until little Michelle turned into that awkward brat that wasn't cute anymore. I love Jesse and Rebecca though. Oh man, Sparkman would be loving me right now. (Inside joke)
So anywho, every commercial break is about Degrassi coming back. They try to make it all dramatic about how Degrassi has changed. No cell phones, no public displays of affection....blah, blah, blah. I. Don't. Care. For like 2 months, it's the same damn commercial and for 2 months, I haven't once given a shit. What the hell is Degrassi anyway? It sounds like a new pot I'd wanna smoke in a bong. I have a sinking feeling it's not though.
This is what my mornings are like though. I'm on a loop every day. It's the same thing every morning. You're jealous of my life, aren't you? ;)
It's technically my Friday. I have to work with Dennis Hopper all day today. I've heard he was in a mood yesterday and to tell you the truth, this morning I'm hoping he is in another mood. Cause I'm not and I plan on saying something if he even thinks about being an asshole. I had too good of a day yesterday to let him ruin my today. So bring it Dennis! I dare ya!
Have a great day everybody. Stay tuned if I'm still apart of the working class....
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
9/7/10
I Make Things Too Easy.
I've got a plan for everything. I'm not an organized woman by any means. I have a disorganized system but it works. My husband has OCD though. He'll notice if his desk drawer has been opened. It's highly annoying but even more annoying is I know this about him. You'd think after 20 years together I would remember to put everything back the way it was to avoid the dreaded question. "Who was going through my stuff?"
My kids are pigs. They don't have a plan to save their life. Well, unless if their plan is to live like pigs so nobody is the wiser. They're probably conniving a plan to rule the world through their pigginess. I doubt it though.
So every morning, I wake the pigs up and lay out their to do's of the morning. It isn't a difficult to do or anything.
1) Get up.
2) Eat breakfast.
3) Make your lunch.
4) Make sure your clothes match.
See? It's easy. Now nowhere in this to do is brush your teeth or your hair. Make your bed. Or clean up your breakfast plates and spoons. Well, my pigs, it seems need to have these added onto the list. Jesus! I get the bed and plates because they're pigs but your teeth and hair??? Hello? They're girls. We're supposed to be programmed to look good when we walk out of the house. My girls? I'm convinced they need a tune up on the girl parts.
So as my husband left this morning, he had his coffee cup in hand and perfectly organized duty bag over his shoulder. The coffee was made the night before and his bag is ALWAYS organized. Every pocket has a purpose. Every zipper is zipped to the exact location. Closed but open just a little. I swear the man counts the teeth so he knows when someone has been in his bag.
I have work this morning. The day after a holiday in retail can go two ways. Bad or really bad. I'm expecting really bad but I am almost positive I will prevail to the point of passing out tonight. When it's busy, I tend to obsessively apply chapstick. Call it a nervous tic or just constantly chewing my lip because I wanna speak some swear words to the customers. I ran out of chapstick this morning. You'd think I had planned this better.
So as ya'll are going to work as well, remember this, it could be worse. You could be my children and live like pigs. You could be my husband and obsessively place things in order. Or worse, you could be me. You see, I went into his duty bag today to steal his chapstick. He's got like three in there. He ain't gonna miss one.
::ring ring::
Me: Yes? (I saw his name on the caller ID)
Husband: Did you go through my bag today?
Me: ::sigh:: You need medication.
Husband: So you did?
Me: Yes, I stole a chapstick.
Husband: Which one?
Me: They're all the same!
Husband: No they're not. There's one that I like better.
Me: Well, nine times outta ten....I took the "better" one.
I swear I zipped it back to the exact position. Happy Tuesday but it's really technically Monday. I'm gonna apply my chapstick all day and give it back to him with a smile and possibly a prescription for some medication.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
My kids are pigs. They don't have a plan to save their life. Well, unless if their plan is to live like pigs so nobody is the wiser. They're probably conniving a plan to rule the world through their pigginess. I doubt it though.
So every morning, I wake the pigs up and lay out their to do's of the morning. It isn't a difficult to do or anything.
1) Get up.
2) Eat breakfast.
3) Make your lunch.
4) Make sure your clothes match.
See? It's easy. Now nowhere in this to do is brush your teeth or your hair. Make your bed. Or clean up your breakfast plates and spoons. Well, my pigs, it seems need to have these added onto the list. Jesus! I get the bed and plates because they're pigs but your teeth and hair??? Hello? They're girls. We're supposed to be programmed to look good when we walk out of the house. My girls? I'm convinced they need a tune up on the girl parts.
So as my husband left this morning, he had his coffee cup in hand and perfectly organized duty bag over his shoulder. The coffee was made the night before and his bag is ALWAYS organized. Every pocket has a purpose. Every zipper is zipped to the exact location. Closed but open just a little. I swear the man counts the teeth so he knows when someone has been in his bag.
I have work this morning. The day after a holiday in retail can go two ways. Bad or really bad. I'm expecting really bad but I am almost positive I will prevail to the point of passing out tonight. When it's busy, I tend to obsessively apply chapstick. Call it a nervous tic or just constantly chewing my lip because I wanna speak some swear words to the customers. I ran out of chapstick this morning. You'd think I had planned this better.
So as ya'll are going to work as well, remember this, it could be worse. You could be my children and live like pigs. You could be my husband and obsessively place things in order. Or worse, you could be me. You see, I went into his duty bag today to steal his chapstick. He's got like three in there. He ain't gonna miss one.
::ring ring::
Me: Yes? (I saw his name on the caller ID)
Husband: Did you go through my bag today?
Me: ::sigh:: You need medication.
Husband: So you did?
Me: Yes, I stole a chapstick.
Husband: Which one?
Me: They're all the same!
Husband: No they're not. There's one that I like better.
Me: Well, nine times outta ten....I took the "better" one.
I swear I zipped it back to the exact position. Happy Tuesday but it's really technically Monday. I'm gonna apply my chapstick all day and give it back to him with a smile and possibly a prescription for some medication.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
9/6/10
Non-laboring Labor Day.
I had a conversation with my father the other day. He was rolling his eyes while I whined about how tired I had been lately with my new shift at work. For a reminder, I'm working 24 hours now in the pharmacy. Compared to my 13 hours I worked previously and the 0 hours I worked before that. I'm also working until 5:30pm on those work days so I am no longer free to leave when the going gets tough. I have to stay and wade through the muck of late drop-offs and add flu shots. I. Am. In. Hell.
So anyway, my father loves me. He really does but he finds my exhaustion a joke. And even funnier, he's right. My father has worked for over 50 years at a 40+ hour a week job his entire life. He's managed people, he's yelled at people, he's fired people. He's done it all. In fact, he's done what "most" working people have done. I have never worked a 40 hour week in my entire lifetime. I've worked "maybe" 32 hours but never more. Yes, I know, you can roll your eyes too. I rolled my eyes as well with that epiphany.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a lot of things. I wanted to be a Special Ed. teacher. I wanted to be pediatrician. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a lot of things actually but the journey to be those people required.....an education past high school. I'm not a stupid woman. I'm pretty smart actually, but I hated school. I lasted three weeks in college....junior college that is but it was 3 weeks. My parents were smart. They said they wouldn't pay for the first semester but they would pay for the second semester. I never made it to semester two. Money well saved.
All I wanted to be was a mother. I wanted to be married. I wanted kids. But most of all, I just wanted "life" to start. You remember that feeling? When you're young and you can't wait to be an "adult" so you can do whatever you want? But now you're an "adult" and you can't quite figure out what the hell you were waiting for. I don't necessarily feel that way, I know what I was waiting for. I just wish I would've savored the freedom of being young. It wasn't really all that bad. Why did I rush to the responsibilities of being an adult? Why couldn't I dig my toes in the sand a little longer and embrace the simplicity of being a kid without a care in the world?
So on this day of non-labor, I plan on spending it with my kids and observing the simplicity of being a kid. I plan on sitting with my parents and embracing the act of being an adult with the people I rebelled against so long ago. And then maybe later? I'm gonna crack open a beer and toast to the fact that I majorly screwed up rushing toward a life as an adult. And then after the toast, I'm gonna go to bed because I have to go to work tomorrow. :) Happy Labor Day everybody. I'll see ya tomorrow. The "Other" Monday of the week.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
So anyway, my father loves me. He really does but he finds my exhaustion a joke. And even funnier, he's right. My father has worked for over 50 years at a 40+ hour a week job his entire life. He's managed people, he's yelled at people, he's fired people. He's done it all. In fact, he's done what "most" working people have done. I have never worked a 40 hour week in my entire lifetime. I've worked "maybe" 32 hours but never more. Yes, I know, you can roll your eyes too. I rolled my eyes as well with that epiphany.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a lot of things. I wanted to be a Special Ed. teacher. I wanted to be pediatrician. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a lot of things actually but the journey to be those people required.....an education past high school. I'm not a stupid woman. I'm pretty smart actually, but I hated school. I lasted three weeks in college....junior college that is but it was 3 weeks. My parents were smart. They said they wouldn't pay for the first semester but they would pay for the second semester. I never made it to semester two. Money well saved.
All I wanted to be was a mother. I wanted to be married. I wanted kids. But most of all, I just wanted "life" to start. You remember that feeling? When you're young and you can't wait to be an "adult" so you can do whatever you want? But now you're an "adult" and you can't quite figure out what the hell you were waiting for. I don't necessarily feel that way, I know what I was waiting for. I just wish I would've savored the freedom of being young. It wasn't really all that bad. Why did I rush to the responsibilities of being an adult? Why couldn't I dig my toes in the sand a little longer and embrace the simplicity of being a kid without a care in the world?
So on this day of non-labor, I plan on spending it with my kids and observing the simplicity of being a kid. I plan on sitting with my parents and embracing the act of being an adult with the people I rebelled against so long ago. And then maybe later? I'm gonna crack open a beer and toast to the fact that I majorly screwed up rushing toward a life as an adult. And then after the toast, I'm gonna go to bed because I have to go to work tomorrow. :) Happy Labor Day everybody. I'll see ya tomorrow. The "Other" Monday of the week.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
8/25/10
It's my day off....
...not to be confused with me avoiding my duties as a mother though.
1) Wake em up.
2) Wake em up again.
3) Wake em up AGAIN by using the f-word.
4) Listening to one of em cry because she can't find her new pants.
5) Relaying that crying of pants that are in the drawer and NOT missing is ridiculous.
6) Telling the other one to hurry up and do her shot.
7) Telling the other one again to hurry up and do her shot.
8) Tightening the pant's waist that were missing before.
9) Finding one of em crying because the previous MIA pants are "itchy" in the back where the tag is.
Good lord, when does this end? Yes, I know, I know. Never. Ask my mother, she still gets to see me cry over the stupidest things. And yes, I know, I made the decision to procreate. My fault.
On a lighter note, about 5 minutes ago, I noticed a bulge the size of big assdom.
Me: What is wrong with your butt?
K: I put a wet towel back there because it hurt.
Me: A wet towel. You put a wet towel back there?
K: ::tear:: Now my pants are wet AND itchy.
Husband: Lemme see.
K: Fix it daddy.
Me: Yes, fix your daughter's ass.
Husband: Jeez K, pull your underwear up. Why do you wear em so low?
K: Mommy wears em low.
Husband: No she doesn't.
K: Do you think they make thongs for kids?
Me: Why? So you can cry that your panties are up your butt?
Husband: To many, this would be a nightmare, surrounded by women my entire life that do nothing but whine and bitch. But to me, it's payback. Handle this Jean.
Me: Thanks, 'preciate it.
K: So do they make thongs?
Husband and Me: NO!!!
I think we're both getting paid back here. Have a great Hump Day!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
1) Wake em up.
2) Wake em up again.
3) Wake em up AGAIN by using the f-word.
4) Listening to one of em cry because she can't find her new pants.
5) Relaying that crying of pants that are in the drawer and NOT missing is ridiculous.
6) Telling the other one to hurry up and do her shot.
7) Telling the other one again to hurry up and do her shot.
8) Tightening the pant's waist that were missing before.
9) Finding one of em crying because the previous MIA pants are "itchy" in the back where the tag is.
Good lord, when does this end? Yes, I know, I know. Never. Ask my mother, she still gets to see me cry over the stupidest things. And yes, I know, I made the decision to procreate. My fault.
On a lighter note, about 5 minutes ago, I noticed a bulge the size of big assdom.
Me: What is wrong with your butt?
K: I put a wet towel back there because it hurt.
Me: A wet towel. You put a wet towel back there?
K: ::tear:: Now my pants are wet AND itchy.
Husband: Lemme see.
K: Fix it daddy.
Me: Yes, fix your daughter's ass.
Husband: Jeez K, pull your underwear up. Why do you wear em so low?
K: Mommy wears em low.
Husband: No she doesn't.
K: Do you think they make thongs for kids?
Me: Why? So you can cry that your panties are up your butt?
Husband: To many, this would be a nightmare, surrounded by women my entire life that do nothing but whine and bitch. But to me, it's payback. Handle this Jean.
Me: Thanks, 'preciate it.
K: So do they make thongs?
Husband and Me: NO!!!
I think we're both getting paid back here. Have a great Hump Day!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
8/23/10
This is my life.
I've begun to despise my kids. Don't get me wrong, I love em but good god do they know how to push my buttons.
With school starting, I've set some rules. With these rules, I stated that under no circumstances do they argue with me about them or try to get out of them.
Day 2 of set rules. 8pm, it's time to come inside and relax for the remaining hour and a half of wakefulness. Did they come in with a smile? Did they wave goodbye to their friends and run inside with a skip to their walk?
No.
They did what they always do and argued with me. I have had it with this attitude kids these days have where they don't take no for an answer. What part of me being an adult constitutes me explaining myself when I give an answer to a child? Absolutely nothing.
Child: Can I have another Coke?
Me: No.
Child: Why?
Me: Because you've already had a Coke today. Drink some water or some juice.
Child: But if I just drink water tomorrow, can I have a Coke tonight?
Now here's me. I'm not stupid. I know that tomorrow will come and somehow the child will ask for another Coke. It seems stupid and trivial but seriously? Why do I even bother to explain myself? No!!! Get your ass outta my face and drink some water!
And that's their downfall. Their momma ain't stupid. She isn't a pushover either. She'll apologize if she's wrong but she ain't gonna go back on a rule she set. And no amount of convincing is gonna....convince me. So shut up, get outta my face and please keep the muttering to a minimum.
Muttering. Now I may be losing some sight and some hearing but I can freaking hear you when you are talking shit. And I have never backed down from a muttering of smack talk that I knew it was directed at me. I went to Tracy High School dammit...the freaking palace of muttering, trash talking jack-asses. Oh yah....don't play me cause you will lose.
So we're on to day 2 of school. Yesterday was a cluster-fuck of idiots that don't get the concept of dropping their kids off at school. Drive, stop, drive again. Easy! But no, they have to try to get in the "better" lane or get their kid to the front of the door. I was 5 minutes late yesterday to work because I spent 30 minutes in the drop-off line at the middle school. Trust me, if I had 10 extra minutes....my ass was tempted to knock on a few bumpers and flip a couple dozen idiots off. But I didn't. Dammit, I didn't.
Today is a short day at work. I think it's my last short day in a long time. I plan on enjoying this day as best I can. When I walk out those Target doors at 2pm today....I will have a little wiggle to my hips and twinkle in my eye. I have no idea who I'm working with though. Yesterday I worked with Dennis Hopper and it wasn't too bad. We commiserated about the traffic in the morning....which is why I didn't get in trouble for being 5 minutes late. :) I'm actually starting to really, really like Dennis Hopper. Don't tell though. Have a great Tuesday everybody.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
With school starting, I've set some rules. With these rules, I stated that under no circumstances do they argue with me about them or try to get out of them.
Day 2 of set rules. 8pm, it's time to come inside and relax for the remaining hour and a half of wakefulness. Did they come in with a smile? Did they wave goodbye to their friends and run inside with a skip to their walk?
No.
They did what they always do and argued with me. I have had it with this attitude kids these days have where they don't take no for an answer. What part of me being an adult constitutes me explaining myself when I give an answer to a child? Absolutely nothing.
Child: Can I have another Coke?
Me: No.
Child: Why?
Me: Because you've already had a Coke today. Drink some water or some juice.
Child: But if I just drink water tomorrow, can I have a Coke tonight?
Now here's me. I'm not stupid. I know that tomorrow will come and somehow the child will ask for another Coke. It seems stupid and trivial but seriously? Why do I even bother to explain myself? No!!! Get your ass outta my face and drink some water!
And that's their downfall. Their momma ain't stupid. She isn't a pushover either. She'll apologize if she's wrong but she ain't gonna go back on a rule she set. And no amount of convincing is gonna....convince me. So shut up, get outta my face and please keep the muttering to a minimum.
Muttering. Now I may be losing some sight and some hearing but I can freaking hear you when you are talking shit. And I have never backed down from a muttering of smack talk that I knew it was directed at me. I went to Tracy High School dammit...the freaking palace of muttering, trash talking jack-asses. Oh yah....don't play me cause you will lose.
So we're on to day 2 of school. Yesterday was a cluster-fuck of idiots that don't get the concept of dropping their kids off at school. Drive, stop, drive again. Easy! But no, they have to try to get in the "better" lane or get their kid to the front of the door. I was 5 minutes late yesterday to work because I spent 30 minutes in the drop-off line at the middle school. Trust me, if I had 10 extra minutes....my ass was tempted to knock on a few bumpers and flip a couple dozen idiots off. But I didn't. Dammit, I didn't.
Today is a short day at work. I think it's my last short day in a long time. I plan on enjoying this day as best I can. When I walk out those Target doors at 2pm today....I will have a little wiggle to my hips and twinkle in my eye. I have no idea who I'm working with though. Yesterday I worked with Dennis Hopper and it wasn't too bad. We commiserated about the traffic in the morning....which is why I didn't get in trouble for being 5 minutes late. :) I'm actually starting to really, really like Dennis Hopper. Don't tell though. Have a great Tuesday everybody.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
First Day of School....and now it begins.
So today is the first day of school. Freaking fabulous! I've been trying to get rid of these kids for over a month now and it is finally here. No more, "Mom, I'm bored," or "Can we go to the pool," or "Can so and so spend the night?" Oh good golly, these kids are driving me freaking crazy!
So in honor of this glorious day, share my joy.
Me: Pop quiz midget! Who said this?
K: Huh? Wha.....?
Me: "First day of school! First day of school!"
K: Ugh, Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Me: Who said it? Come on, there's a prize.
K: Some stupid fish that didn't know what he was talking about.
Me: Ding, ding, ding! You won a ride to school and a half-walk into class. Congratulations....now get up.
It took her like 10 minutes to abandon the doom and actually get excited though. She must've brushed her hair until it was shiny and soft. She brushed her teeth BEFORE breakfast. Yah, I remember those days. The first day of school was always exciting for me too. Of course by day 2, I was completely over it and realized that summer was far away again. As a parent, that's music to my ears.
My oldest M, the new diabetic, is venturing into the unknown here. Schedules upon schedules. Snacks and insulin. And ((GASP)) the 7th grade. She is no longer the little grubby 6th grader. She's in the middle of the pack. She's almost top dog. She's also go this new disease she would rather hide from everybody but can't. Poor baby. I've met with the nurse at school though and I feel comfortable that M will come out of her shell and not be so ashamed to speak up. At least I hope so. She looks fabulous this morning though in her new clothes. All last year she looked like a skeleton until we finally got her diagnosed with diabetes so this new year, she looks like our M. It's really nice to send her back the way she should look.
So, as I dropped K off first this morning and wait to drop M off in a bit, I will be going to work. When I started this job in March, I just thought the extra money would be nice. I've come to realize that I needed this job to save my sanity as a mother. For 8 hours in a day where I might normally be a jittery ball of nerves for my kids....I will be dealing with dumbass customers trying to get their last minute prescriptions filled. Trust me, I'm being serious. 1) They're really dumbasses. 2) This job is a godsend for me.
Happy Monday everybody. Kids are back to school. It is indeed a Happy Monday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
So in honor of this glorious day, share my joy.
Me: Pop quiz midget! Who said this?
K: Huh? Wha.....?
Me: "First day of school! First day of school!"
K: Ugh, Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Me: Who said it? Come on, there's a prize.
K: Some stupid fish that didn't know what he was talking about.
Me: Ding, ding, ding! You won a ride to school and a half-walk into class. Congratulations....now get up.
It took her like 10 minutes to abandon the doom and actually get excited though. She must've brushed her hair until it was shiny and soft. She brushed her teeth BEFORE breakfast. Yah, I remember those days. The first day of school was always exciting for me too. Of course by day 2, I was completely over it and realized that summer was far away again. As a parent, that's music to my ears.
My oldest M, the new diabetic, is venturing into the unknown here. Schedules upon schedules. Snacks and insulin. And ((GASP)) the 7th grade. She is no longer the little grubby 6th grader. She's in the middle of the pack. She's almost top dog. She's also go this new disease she would rather hide from everybody but can't. Poor baby. I've met with the nurse at school though and I feel comfortable that M will come out of her shell and not be so ashamed to speak up. At least I hope so. She looks fabulous this morning though in her new clothes. All last year she looked like a skeleton until we finally got her diagnosed with diabetes so this new year, she looks like our M. It's really nice to send her back the way she should look.
So, as I dropped K off first this morning and wait to drop M off in a bit, I will be going to work. When I started this job in March, I just thought the extra money would be nice. I've come to realize that I needed this job to save my sanity as a mother. For 8 hours in a day where I might normally be a jittery ball of nerves for my kids....I will be dealing with dumbass customers trying to get their last minute prescriptions filled. Trust me, I'm being serious. 1) They're really dumbasses. 2) This job is a godsend for me.
Happy Monday everybody. Kids are back to school. It is indeed a Happy Monday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
7/12/10
Yah, I was lazy.
I missed Thursday and Friday blog. Sorry about that. Hey, I told you about my eye. Well it ended up turning into eye(s) on Thursday. So I finally went to the doctor and found out it was Pink Eye. WTF?! I'm thirty....five. Not five. But god dang, that shit hurts like a hot poker in the eye. I know the feeling as I'm a smoker and I've had a cherry blow into my eye before. And today? 5 days later....still have eye(s) that need to either get better or spontaneously combust. They're really starting to piss me off, yanno?
Anywhooooo!
I'm gonna call this confession day. I figure I should confess something to make up for my lack of enthusiasm last week. Tit for tat.
I'm dyslexic. No, not the one that can't read words. The one that keeps me from organizing and sequencing. I didn't have to go to special classes or get extra time on tests. I was just constantly and still am constantly made fun of.
You see, I don't know my lefts and rights. I can't alphabetize to save my life. Numbers are okay but letters and directions aren't my strong suit. Don't ever ask me for directions. I will get you to Tupelo instead of Tuscon. When telling me to turn left, could you just point in the direction you want me to go in? Oh and when pointing, don't do it in a manner that sound exasperated. It's truly not my fault. I learned my ABC's in Kindergarten. But I have to actually "sing" the alphabet song to figure out if "L" comes before or after "K."
It's actually quite funny because I don't actually "sing" the alphabet but if you watch me, you can see it in my eyes. Oh yah, I'm singing it alright. And when I get to the letter, an excited gleam comes over my face when I've found the correct letter.
I went my entire life thinking I had been dropped on my head as a baby. I knew it wasn't the pot. I was like this way before I partaked in that. It wasn't the drinking either. This was and has always been a problem of mine. You know when you put your index finger and thumb out to make and "L" shape? Yah, well with me, they BOTH look like "L's" and shit.
I've been told that it's an adorable attribute of mine. The mental deformity I have is adorable? I've gone through life with many idiosyncrasies that people have found adorable. This particular one will never be adorable to me. It's humiliating. There is one silver lining here though. My kids don't have it. They actually tell me which way is left. They've trained themselves to point AND say the direction. Taking care of their "special-needs" mother. That's love baby. Love.
So as I start this humid and hot as Hades Monday, remember the "special" people. They don't all drool. They don't all clap for no reason. Some of them appear normal. Some of them are adorable. Some of them need you to point and allow them some time to sing the alphabet. Happy Monday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Anywhooooo!
I'm gonna call this confession day. I figure I should confess something to make up for my lack of enthusiasm last week. Tit for tat.
I'm dyslexic. No, not the one that can't read words. The one that keeps me from organizing and sequencing. I didn't have to go to special classes or get extra time on tests. I was just constantly and still am constantly made fun of.
You see, I don't know my lefts and rights. I can't alphabetize to save my life. Numbers are okay but letters and directions aren't my strong suit. Don't ever ask me for directions. I will get you to Tupelo instead of Tuscon. When telling me to turn left, could you just point in the direction you want me to go in? Oh and when pointing, don't do it in a manner that sound exasperated. It's truly not my fault. I learned my ABC's in Kindergarten. But I have to actually "sing" the alphabet song to figure out if "L" comes before or after "K."
It's actually quite funny because I don't actually "sing" the alphabet but if you watch me, you can see it in my eyes. Oh yah, I'm singing it alright. And when I get to the letter, an excited gleam comes over my face when I've found the correct letter.
I went my entire life thinking I had been dropped on my head as a baby. I knew it wasn't the pot. I was like this way before I partaked in that. It wasn't the drinking either. This was and has always been a problem of mine. You know when you put your index finger and thumb out to make and "L" shape? Yah, well with me, they BOTH look like "L's" and shit.
I've been told that it's an adorable attribute of mine. The mental deformity I have is adorable? I've gone through life with many idiosyncrasies that people have found adorable. This particular one will never be adorable to me. It's humiliating. There is one silver lining here though. My kids don't have it. They actually tell me which way is left. They've trained themselves to point AND say the direction. Taking care of their "special-needs" mother. That's love baby. Love.
So as I start this humid and hot as Hades Monday, remember the "special" people. They don't all drool. They don't all clap for no reason. Some of them appear normal. Some of them are adorable. Some of them need you to point and allow them some time to sing the alphabet. Happy Monday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/30/10
Oh there would be hell to pay I tell ya!
I'm not going to talk about Twilight's Eclipse....but it was a great movie! :)
I'm gonna take it back to the days when I would talk about my husband. You remember him? The guy who's kind of an asshole? There are certain rules I have to abide by with him. They aren't hard. They are quite understandable. Number one rule? Don't make him look like an asshole in front of ANYBODY!
What does that mean?
Well, I can't skool him in front of strangers that'll never see him again in his lifetime. Here's an example.
Upon leaving a Best Buy when we were in California, my husband and I were leaving the store. My husband proceeded to go out the IN door. I yelled out, "The door says IN dumbass!" Now this was in front of the door greeter. Whoopsie! Oh there was hell to pay for that one. Trust me, I didn't pay much attention to the scolding that ensued but I could tell from the look on his face that he was pissed.
Another example is making him look like an idiot in front of friends or family. It's not always easy to make him look like an idiot mind you, so when there's a chance, I can't help it. Here's an example.
In San Francisco, my husband asks me and M (the diabetic) if we wanted ice cream. Now M has been a diabetic for a month now. Where in the schedule does an impromptu ice cream cone appear? So what did I do? I "kindly" said, "No, we won't have any ice cream because um....god you're a dumbass." Now I said this in front of his brother and girlfriend/wife. Big mistake. But seriously, DUMBASS!!! Oh he scolded me for that one too. I think he "ignored" me for like an hour....or a minute....who knows, I wasn't paying attention anyway.
See? Rules. Sometimes I respect them but sometimes my bitch side comes out and it can't be helped.
Now one might ask, does he abide by the same rules? I think he does. I'm not really one of those people that really give a crap about what people think of me. I can actually recognize the futility of being embarrassed in front of perfect strangers and being mad about it. But yesterday! Oh here we go.
My friend G comes over to "play." That just means we sit out back drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and talking shit. I hadn't seen her since I left for California. So we're just having a pleasant conversation and my husband proceeds to come out with an iPod USB plug that appears to be broken. The casing is missing and it's just a shell of a USB plug.
Husband: Did you do this?
Me: Um....no.
Husband: Well the kids say they didn't do it so who did it?
Me: Maybe the gerbil that got out did it?
Husband: The gerbil??? No seriously, did you do this?
(Now at this point, I can tell he isn't kidding.)
Me: Why the fuck would I do that?
Husband: I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
(At this point, I've started to ignore him and tell G about the gerbil that got out. Husband huffs and goes back inside. When G leaves....oh, it continued.)
Me: What the hell was that outside??
Husband: I just asked why the USB plug was stripped and if you did it.
Me: I didn't jackass. And check yourself, I'm 35...not 2. Take it back a notch Officer.
Husband: I'm just sick of working my ass off and finding shit broken. This is ridiculous.
Me: Well, seeing as that USB plug is almost 6 years old, I think it's run it's course. Now kindly step back, think about it and I'll be waiting for your apology when you realize what a jerk you were. You'd be pissed if I did that in front of one of your friends.
This went back and forth. So my question is, seriously, what the hell was that about? I just don't get it sometimes. And I'm not gonna be all pathetic and think, "Poor me," but dammit! Was he flexing his husband muscles....in front of my girlfriend? Was he feeling left out? I mean, I've been trying to make this transition to night shift as simple as possible. I've made sure dinner was somewhat early. I've done the soccer game, the doctor visit. I didn't do those things solo to bring it up. I did it because that's my job. I don't resent it. He offered to do both of those things with me but I told him to get some sleep. Trust me, I don't want to burn the guy out with lack of sleep. I can do this. But seriously, what the hell was that about?
Phew, vent over. It's Hump Day....I'm off work and we got paid. Time to bring that massive balance down to $0 again.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
I'm gonna take it back to the days when I would talk about my husband. You remember him? The guy who's kind of an asshole? There are certain rules I have to abide by with him. They aren't hard. They are quite understandable. Number one rule? Don't make him look like an asshole in front of ANYBODY!
What does that mean?
Well, I can't skool him in front of strangers that'll never see him again in his lifetime. Here's an example.
Upon leaving a Best Buy when we were in California, my husband and I were leaving the store. My husband proceeded to go out the IN door. I yelled out, "The door says IN dumbass!" Now this was in front of the door greeter. Whoopsie! Oh there was hell to pay for that one. Trust me, I didn't pay much attention to the scolding that ensued but I could tell from the look on his face that he was pissed.
Another example is making him look like an idiot in front of friends or family. It's not always easy to make him look like an idiot mind you, so when there's a chance, I can't help it. Here's an example.
In San Francisco, my husband asks me and M (the diabetic) if we wanted ice cream. Now M has been a diabetic for a month now. Where in the schedule does an impromptu ice cream cone appear? So what did I do? I "kindly" said, "No, we won't have any ice cream because um....god you're a dumbass." Now I said this in front of his brother and girlfriend/wife. Big mistake. But seriously, DUMBASS!!! Oh he scolded me for that one too. I think he "ignored" me for like an hour....or a minute....who knows, I wasn't paying attention anyway.
See? Rules. Sometimes I respect them but sometimes my bitch side comes out and it can't be helped.
Now one might ask, does he abide by the same rules? I think he does. I'm not really one of those people that really give a crap about what people think of me. I can actually recognize the futility of being embarrassed in front of perfect strangers and being mad about it. But yesterday! Oh here we go.
My friend G comes over to "play." That just means we sit out back drinking beer, smoking cigarettes and talking shit. I hadn't seen her since I left for California. So we're just having a pleasant conversation and my husband proceeds to come out with an iPod USB plug that appears to be broken. The casing is missing and it's just a shell of a USB plug.
Husband: Did you do this?
Me: Um....no.
Husband: Well the kids say they didn't do it so who did it?
Me: Maybe the gerbil that got out did it?
Husband: The gerbil??? No seriously, did you do this?
(Now at this point, I can tell he isn't kidding.)
Me: Why the fuck would I do that?
Husband: I don't know, that's why I'm asking.
(At this point, I've started to ignore him and tell G about the gerbil that got out. Husband huffs and goes back inside. When G leaves....oh, it continued.)
Me: What the hell was that outside??
Husband: I just asked why the USB plug was stripped and if you did it.
Me: I didn't jackass. And check yourself, I'm 35...not 2. Take it back a notch Officer.
Husband: I'm just sick of working my ass off and finding shit broken. This is ridiculous.
Me: Well, seeing as that USB plug is almost 6 years old, I think it's run it's course. Now kindly step back, think about it and I'll be waiting for your apology when you realize what a jerk you were. You'd be pissed if I did that in front of one of your friends.
This went back and forth. So my question is, seriously, what the hell was that about? I just don't get it sometimes. And I'm not gonna be all pathetic and think, "Poor me," but dammit! Was he flexing his husband muscles....in front of my girlfriend? Was he feeling left out? I mean, I've been trying to make this transition to night shift as simple as possible. I've made sure dinner was somewhat early. I've done the soccer game, the doctor visit. I didn't do those things solo to bring it up. I did it because that's my job. I don't resent it. He offered to do both of those things with me but I told him to get some sleep. Trust me, I don't want to burn the guy out with lack of sleep. I can do this. But seriously, what the hell was that about?
Phew, vent over. It's Hump Day....I'm off work and we got paid. Time to bring that massive balance down to $0 again.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/26/10
Did ya miss me?
I missed you all! Okay, I missed y'all a little, okay? It was a great vacation. We spent our entire time visiting with family...and not once did I want to drive an ice pick in my eye. I absolutely love my second family. Love. Them.
NOTE! I refer to them as my mom, dad, sister and brother. I'm not going to waste my time with adding the in-law. They've been in my life for over 20 years...I think I deserve this right.
Dad was unfortunately still recouping from his surgery from a few weeks back. When we arrived, he was in the hospital. There was word that he'd be in all week but it seems my dad did a little guilt trip on the doctor and got released the day after we arrived. Thankfully, me or the kids didn't have to visit a hospital on our vacation. I think we've had enough of hospitals, thank you very much. My girls hadn't see their grandparents since 2003! Mark it people! Imagine it. Meeting your grandma and grandpap for what might seem the first time ever. K was too young to even know these people. M had a memory of our last visit that really wasn't a good one. These girls needed a do over and I hoped and prayed it would be a good one.
The happiness and joy that filled the house when we arrived was touchable. I'd like to think they were equally glad to see me but they'd actually seen me in December. I was old news. The grandchildren were the cherries on this sundae. My mom had ALL of her grandchildren within hugging reach. When dad got home, K migrated to his side and never left his side...unless her cousin PM was over....then she was in cousin heaven. M was shy of course but you could tell she was happy to be with everybody. Me on the other hand, they told me I'd lost weight since December....I grabbed everybody for hugs and never wanted to let go. :)
I got to see some friends. Some I hadn't seen in years. Some I'd seen in December. Lemme tell ya, I've never felt more loved than I did over this trip. God I love the people that share my life with me. I am a very lucky girl. I've known that. I know that. I will never take it for granted.
Upon returning home, I realized that reality is what I make it. Here's my reality. No matter how hard or how easy things seem, I will always have an avenue or person to turn to. That is my reality. People come and go sadly. Some people choose to leave. Some people don't know any better than to disappear. It's the people that stay and want to stay that are worth the fight. So at home, I have MY family and MY friends. My family is always worth the fight. My friends are my fight. I have my work and I thank God every Monday and Friday that I have it to take away the constant "to do" of my life. For 8 hours, I can worry about something else. That is a great feeling.
My girls have returned back to normal where they think the world revolves around them. I continue to run circles around them while they think their turtle speed is standard. I have to remind myself that a thank you from an adolescent is like asking for a free car from the government. My husband is happy being back on patrol and you can tell he is just giddy with the idea of it.
Me? Well, I'm just trying to embrace the reality of things. To those of you that know me and love me....I love you too. To those of you that don't and just kinda like me...I kinda like you too.
I have nothing funny to say today. I have nothing humorous to get you through your day. All I can say is this marks 100 posts and I'm a lucky girl. I hope I never run out of things to say or things to laugh about. But knowing me....I'd have to be dead for that to happen. Happy Monday! This is going to be a busy week of doctor's appointments, movies, soccer games and practices. God help you....I'm riding this life somewhat solo for awhile while my other half acclimates to being a vampire. Wish me luck!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
NOTE! I refer to them as my mom, dad, sister and brother. I'm not going to waste my time with adding the in-law. They've been in my life for over 20 years...I think I deserve this right.
Dad was unfortunately still recouping from his surgery from a few weeks back. When we arrived, he was in the hospital. There was word that he'd be in all week but it seems my dad did a little guilt trip on the doctor and got released the day after we arrived. Thankfully, me or the kids didn't have to visit a hospital on our vacation. I think we've had enough of hospitals, thank you very much. My girls hadn't see their grandparents since 2003! Mark it people! Imagine it. Meeting your grandma and grandpap for what might seem the first time ever. K was too young to even know these people. M had a memory of our last visit that really wasn't a good one. These girls needed a do over and I hoped and prayed it would be a good one.
The happiness and joy that filled the house when we arrived was touchable. I'd like to think they were equally glad to see me but they'd actually seen me in December. I was old news. The grandchildren were the cherries on this sundae. My mom had ALL of her grandchildren within hugging reach. When dad got home, K migrated to his side and never left his side...unless her cousin PM was over....then she was in cousin heaven. M was shy of course but you could tell she was happy to be with everybody. Me on the other hand, they told me I'd lost weight since December....I grabbed everybody for hugs and never wanted to let go. :)
I got to see some friends. Some I hadn't seen in years. Some I'd seen in December. Lemme tell ya, I've never felt more loved than I did over this trip. God I love the people that share my life with me. I am a very lucky girl. I've known that. I know that. I will never take it for granted.
Upon returning home, I realized that reality is what I make it. Here's my reality. No matter how hard or how easy things seem, I will always have an avenue or person to turn to. That is my reality. People come and go sadly. Some people choose to leave. Some people don't know any better than to disappear. It's the people that stay and want to stay that are worth the fight. So at home, I have MY family and MY friends. My family is always worth the fight. My friends are my fight. I have my work and I thank God every Monday and Friday that I have it to take away the constant "to do" of my life. For 8 hours, I can worry about something else. That is a great feeling.
My girls have returned back to normal where they think the world revolves around them. I continue to run circles around them while they think their turtle speed is standard. I have to remind myself that a thank you from an adolescent is like asking for a free car from the government. My husband is happy being back on patrol and you can tell he is just giddy with the idea of it.
Me? Well, I'm just trying to embrace the reality of things. To those of you that know me and love me....I love you too. To those of you that don't and just kinda like me...I kinda like you too.
I have nothing funny to say today. I have nothing humorous to get you through your day. All I can say is this marks 100 posts and I'm a lucky girl. I hope I never run out of things to say or things to laugh about. But knowing me....I'd have to be dead for that to happen. Happy Monday! This is going to be a busy week of doctor's appointments, movies, soccer games and practices. God help you....I'm riding this life somewhat solo for awhile while my other half acclimates to being a vampire. Wish me luck!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/10/10
Shake your.....tailbone?
Did y'all know that we have a tail bone? Which means somewhere along the line, we had a freaking tail? That is amazing to me but only in the sense that we still have a tailbone of useless bones. Well, I broke mine after giving birth to M. She was a tiny little thing so the fact that I still broke it is peculiar. Well, I broke it again after K. Again, she was another tiny little baby so jeez god, gimme a freaking break here!
You can't fix a broken tailbone. Well, they say they can but that involves...um...er....repositioning it? Cue the scary music because repositioning it involves someone, hopefully a medical professional sticking his finger where the sun should NEVER shine and doing it from there. I have not had that procedure done. Trust me, this is a pain in the ass, no pun intended, but I'm not doing THAT!
So yesterday, me and the girls went to Six Flags. It was their first time and it was perfect. The lines were practically nothing. The weather was bearable with the constant cloud cover and occasional rain. We went on every ride that K was tall enough for. Only 3 in the park where she wasn't. So we'd been there for over 8 hours. I was so ready to get the hell out of there. I'd never done an amusement park without the help of my husband. I think I did a pretty damn good job! So the deal was, one more ride and they better pick a good one. Luckily they did pick one of my favorites. No wait, it was a quick decision on who was going to be where. Originally I had sat in the front, M in the middle and K in the back. This time it was M in the front, K in the middle and me in the back. Here it is!
Me: Hold on K!
K: You hold on mom, the back bounces around A LOT!
Me: Huh? {{ZOOOOOOOM}}
First turn and bounce? Yeah, it lifted me off the seat and slammed me back down on the corner of the chair....right, directly on my tailbone.
Me: Son of a Bitch!!!
How many more times did we do that? Freaking 10 more turns and slams. I had done it again. I knew it. It took my breath away. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. My mouth desperately trying to find more swear words. I'm proud to say, I found a whole lot more and when we reached the end and stopped to get out, I found my last one.
Me: Mvther Fvcker!
Oh my kids loved that one. The smiles and laughs coming from them did NOTHING for the pain in my ass though. I had managed to spend the entire day at Six Flags with no injury and the last ride....freaking INJURY! The limp back to the car was pathetic. The mini whines and whimpers incited more giggles from the girls.
Cell phone conversation.
M: Hey dad, guess what? Mom broke her butt again.
Add cell phone laughter and the day was complete. Happy Thursday people! It's almost Friday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
You can't fix a broken tailbone. Well, they say they can but that involves...um...er....repositioning it? Cue the scary music because repositioning it involves someone, hopefully a medical professional sticking his finger where the sun should NEVER shine and doing it from there. I have not had that procedure done. Trust me, this is a pain in the ass, no pun intended, but I'm not doing THAT!
So yesterday, me and the girls went to Six Flags. It was their first time and it was perfect. The lines were practically nothing. The weather was bearable with the constant cloud cover and occasional rain. We went on every ride that K was tall enough for. Only 3 in the park where she wasn't. So we'd been there for over 8 hours. I was so ready to get the hell out of there. I'd never done an amusement park without the help of my husband. I think I did a pretty damn good job! So the deal was, one more ride and they better pick a good one. Luckily they did pick one of my favorites. No wait, it was a quick decision on who was going to be where. Originally I had sat in the front, M in the middle and K in the back. This time it was M in the front, K in the middle and me in the back. Here it is!
Me: Hold on K!
K: You hold on mom, the back bounces around A LOT!
Me: Huh? {{ZOOOOOOOM}}
First turn and bounce? Yeah, it lifted me off the seat and slammed me back down on the corner of the chair....right, directly on my tailbone.
Me: Son of a Bitch!!!
How many more times did we do that? Freaking 10 more turns and slams. I had done it again. I knew it. It took my breath away. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes. My mouth desperately trying to find more swear words. I'm proud to say, I found a whole lot more and when we reached the end and stopped to get out, I found my last one.
Me: Mvther Fvcker!
Oh my kids loved that one. The smiles and laughs coming from them did NOTHING for the pain in my ass though. I had managed to spend the entire day at Six Flags with no injury and the last ride....freaking INJURY! The limp back to the car was pathetic. The mini whines and whimpers incited more giggles from the girls.
Cell phone conversation.
M: Hey dad, guess what? Mom broke her butt again.
Add cell phone laughter and the day was complete. Happy Thursday people! It's almost Friday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/3/10
Sorry I was Absent Yesterday. :(
My husband and I had a busy day yesterday. We had our first class. It was called English Diabetes 101. It was basically a refresher course of sorts from last week but I got a lot more out of it. My husband? Yah, he would've rather been home sleeping. I think it's the idea that we have to be "taught" how to take care of OUR child that he's resenting. He doesn't quite get that we actually need help now understanding. He's just looking at it like a man being told he's WRONG!
However, in sitting with a man that really didn't want to be there, I did laugh a bit more than I have in the last week. Laughing to me is almost surprising. It's like when someone dies and the first time you laugh, it surprises you and you think, "Am I allowed to laugh yet?" The answer is yes, you are allowed to laugh. You are allowed to cry and most important, whatever emotion you're having, embrace it.
So we had four sets of people in the class. We had the over protective mom that is really pissed off that diabetes has changed her life. (I totally relate to this woman but I'm not as bitchy about it.) SHOCKER! We had the quiet mom and grandmother that doesn't quite understand this disease and feel sad for their son because he was diagnosed on his 6th birthday. (Yah, that one broke my heart.) We had the couple with a 5 year old. The mom was more understanding of the disease but the dad was desperately trying to appear like he got it MORE! (He had a Northeastern accent that boomed throughout the conference room. Highly annoyed my husband.) And finally there was me and my husband. The couple that complimented each other. My husband with the look of, "When's lunch?" Me with the eye rolls of, "God please don't let him embarrass me."
Turns out, we were the misfits of the class. Go us! The question being asked by the other sets were a little scary. We were the most recently diagnosed family and their questions made us feel like we ruled! Of course, I learned a lot and left feeling like life isn't really that difficult if you follow the plan. I had to get that out because when you see the conversations my husband and I had...it may not seem like we were listening.
Husband: This is ridiculous!
Me: Oh pipe down, it's lunch time.
Husband: I hope they ask us to critique this class because I've got some things to say.
Me: Oh good lord, what?
Husband: Um....like if you say lunch is at 11:30am...maybe you should send us to lunch at 11:30!!!
Me: It's. 11:40am.
Husband: Again, if we're in a class about abiding by a diabetes schedule, they should prolly abide by a schedule too.
Me: I didn't realize you were diabetic too.
Husband: Oh shut up....I'm freaking starving.
Me: If I give you my moon pie, will YOU shut up?
Husband: I love how they're allowing us to go to lunch. Are they paying us to come to this class?
Me: I wish I brought my earphones so I wouldn't have to listen to your bitching at lunch.
Husband: Are you really giving me your moon pie?
Me: ::sigh:: If you quite whinebaggin, you may have my moon pie. :)
After going back after lunch, he conveniently forgot about the "No Whinebaggin" rule.
Husband: These freaking chairs are uncomfortable.
Me: Would you rather have diabetes for the rest of your life or sit in these chairs for 6 hours?
Husband: Hmmmmmmmm, tough call. I mean, really, it's a hard decision seeing as I've already been sitting in them for 3 hours.
Me: You're an idiot.
Husband: No, I'm just freaking uncomfortable in these chairs! How come the teacher gets a cushioned chair?
Me: I don't freaking know. Seriously, shut up.
Husband: I'm so gonna steal it.
Me: Why do you insist of making us the most hated parents in the room?
Husband: How's me needing a cushion for my ass make me hated?
::He totally switched the chairs. Then when he sat down, he moved his shirt so they would see his gun and badge::
Me: You're kidding, right?
Husband: Nope! I dare her to take it back.
She didn't but she noticed her chair was missing.
And finally, class was almost over. We could see the traffic on the highway! So ready to say goodbye to the hospital. Mr. Northeastern Accent decides it was time to start asking questions. I wish I could've got a picture but the look on my husband's face made me pigsnort. He looked like he was going to kill someone...and we knew who he wanted to kill.
Me: What are you thinking right now? ::snort::
Husband: Me? Oh that I wanna kick this guy's ass.
Me: I know, I could feel it. The air around me smelled like smoke and heavier.
Husband: I don't think it was a good idea to bring my gun.
Me: Oh shut up!
Husband: No seriously, this guy needs an ass whooping. I'm hungry again. You got any snacks in that bag of tricks of yours?
Me: I have some low carb fruit snacks.
Husband: SCORE!
::crackle crackle shake shake chomp chomp::
Husband: Oh ugh, these taste like the inside of a monkey's ass.
Me: I swear, I'm gonna move.
Husband: ::whispering:: But they really do!
Me: Your over exageration of the yuck meter on those is ridiculous. A monkey's ass?
Husband: I wouldn't even share em with Mister McI talk too much....they're that bad.
Me: I have a shortbread cookie but it's carb free and I'm afraid of the next analogy.
And then it was over. We came home and life returned to normal. Or as normal as it can be. Have a great Thursday people. I missed you yesterday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
However, in sitting with a man that really didn't want to be there, I did laugh a bit more than I have in the last week. Laughing to me is almost surprising. It's like when someone dies and the first time you laugh, it surprises you and you think, "Am I allowed to laugh yet?" The answer is yes, you are allowed to laugh. You are allowed to cry and most important, whatever emotion you're having, embrace it.
So we had four sets of people in the class. We had the over protective mom that is really pissed off that diabetes has changed her life. (I totally relate to this woman but I'm not as bitchy about it.) SHOCKER! We had the quiet mom and grandmother that doesn't quite understand this disease and feel sad for their son because he was diagnosed on his 6th birthday. (Yah, that one broke my heart.) We had the couple with a 5 year old. The mom was more understanding of the disease but the dad was desperately trying to appear like he got it MORE! (He had a Northeastern accent that boomed throughout the conference room. Highly annoyed my husband.) And finally there was me and my husband. The couple that complimented each other. My husband with the look of, "When's lunch?" Me with the eye rolls of, "God please don't let him embarrass me."
Turns out, we were the misfits of the class. Go us! The question being asked by the other sets were a little scary. We were the most recently diagnosed family and their questions made us feel like we ruled! Of course, I learned a lot and left feeling like life isn't really that difficult if you follow the plan. I had to get that out because when you see the conversations my husband and I had...it may not seem like we were listening.
Husband: This is ridiculous!
Me: Oh pipe down, it's lunch time.
Husband: I hope they ask us to critique this class because I've got some things to say.
Me: Oh good lord, what?
Husband: Um....like if you say lunch is at 11:30am...maybe you should send us to lunch at 11:30!!!
Me: It's. 11:40am.
Husband: Again, if we're in a class about abiding by a diabetes schedule, they should prolly abide by a schedule too.
Me: I didn't realize you were diabetic too.
Husband: Oh shut up....I'm freaking starving.
Me: If I give you my moon pie, will YOU shut up?
Husband: I love how they're allowing us to go to lunch. Are they paying us to come to this class?
Me: I wish I brought my earphones so I wouldn't have to listen to your bitching at lunch.
Husband: Are you really giving me your moon pie?
Me: ::sigh:: If you quite whinebaggin, you may have my moon pie. :)
After going back after lunch, he conveniently forgot about the "No Whinebaggin" rule.
Husband: These freaking chairs are uncomfortable.
Me: Would you rather have diabetes for the rest of your life or sit in these chairs for 6 hours?
Husband: Hmmmmmmmm, tough call. I mean, really, it's a hard decision seeing as I've already been sitting in them for 3 hours.
Me: You're an idiot.
Husband: No, I'm just freaking uncomfortable in these chairs! How come the teacher gets a cushioned chair?
Me: I don't freaking know. Seriously, shut up.
Husband: I'm so gonna steal it.
Me: Why do you insist of making us the most hated parents in the room?
Husband: How's me needing a cushion for my ass make me hated?
::He totally switched the chairs. Then when he sat down, he moved his shirt so they would see his gun and badge::
Me: You're kidding, right?
Husband: Nope! I dare her to take it back.
She didn't but she noticed her chair was missing.
And finally, class was almost over. We could see the traffic on the highway! So ready to say goodbye to the hospital. Mr. Northeastern Accent decides it was time to start asking questions. I wish I could've got a picture but the look on my husband's face made me pigsnort. He looked like he was going to kill someone...and we knew who he wanted to kill.
Me: What are you thinking right now? ::snort::
Husband: Me? Oh that I wanna kick this guy's ass.
Me: I know, I could feel it. The air around me smelled like smoke and heavier.
Husband: I don't think it was a good idea to bring my gun.
Me: Oh shut up!
Husband: No seriously, this guy needs an ass whooping. I'm hungry again. You got any snacks in that bag of tricks of yours?
Me: I have some low carb fruit snacks.
Husband: SCORE!
::crackle crackle shake shake chomp chomp::
Husband: Oh ugh, these taste like the inside of a monkey's ass.
Me: I swear, I'm gonna move.
Husband: ::whispering:: But they really do!
Me: Your over exageration of the yuck meter on those is ridiculous. A monkey's ass?
Husband: I wouldn't even share em with Mister McI talk too much....they're that bad.
Me: I have a shortbread cookie but it's carb free and I'm afraid of the next analogy.
And then it was over. We came home and life returned to normal. Or as normal as it can be. Have a great Thursday people. I missed you yesterday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
6/1/10
I Pity the Fool.
I'm talking about my husband (the asshole). He's been so strong through this whole ordeal and even though I put on a front, this has been a little difficult to keep the strength. Don't get me wrong, his strength is kind of annoying but most of the time, it's welcomed with relief. Trust me, I can't reassure everybody in this house. Sometimes I need a little reassurance and my husband is doing a pretty good job doing it.
However! He has his moments too. He's almost clueless to the expense of this adventure we're on. When I seem stressed or overwhelmed, he thinks it's an overreaction of sorts. And before everybody jumps on him, I need to relay that this is probably as stressful or overwhelming to him....he's just not going to admit it. He's a dude. He's Mr. Fix-it. Men have to fix everything even when everything isn't fixable. An admission from me that I'm scared prompts an ensemble of him trying to tell me to stop being scared. When all I really wanna do is admit that I'm scared. I don't want to fix it. I just want to say it out loud.
Like last night. M and I are getting her school snacks and bags ready. It requires a lot of thought because we have to document what each carb count is for each food. And M has to think about if the snack is gonna satisfy her hunger.
Husband: You're not gonna be stressing out tomorrow, are you?
Me: ::rolling my eyes:: Uh.....yah!
Husband: Why? It's just school. She doesn't have to do anything strenuous or anything.
Me: I don't give a shit! I'm dropping your newly diagnosed diabetic daughter off at school....into the hands of practically strangers, hoping they don't kill her. Excuse the hell outta me for being a little stressed.
Husband: You just need to calm down. You keep acting like something is stressful, you're gonna stress your daughter out.
Now all of this is being discussed in front of M. If he hadn't had opened his big fat dude mouth, M wouldn't have known I was stressed. I was perfectly fine before Mr. Calm started talking. So for reals, if you just let me do what I do and be quiet, we won't have a problem. Dudes. Clueless idiots that think their dicks fix-all.
But I pity him at the end of the day. It must be difficult to ALWAYS be strong. He knows me and knows that if I'm not working properly.....NOTHING works properly. If I break or shut down, this whole system goes to shit. So on top of being the constant strength and organizer, he has to make sure his wife has all her batteries. So I might be on edge and bite his head off a little more than usual, at the end of the day, I appreciate him more than he'll ever realize.
My only problem? I ain't gonna tell him too much because if I say anything, he'll see it as a weakness he has to fix. Annnnnnnd, I don't need to be fixed. So don't tell him I said this. I'll tell him in my own way. :)
Have a great Tuesday people! M got to school just fine this morning. It was a little embarrassing walking in with mom but I didn't wear a tube top.
Carpool Convo
Me: Everybody excited about school being out in 3 days?
Everybody: YES!!!!
Me: Y'all ready for your tests?
M2: I have all my tests on Wednesday. Today and Thursday is gonna be GREAT!
E: How do you know what days your tests are on?
M (daughter): Don't you have your schedule?
E: There was a schedule?
Me: Oh good god! E! How do you know what to study for the night before?
E: I don't study.
Me: Good luck with that. I've gotta park today and walk Megan in. You guys okay with walking with a mom into school?
M2: I don't care.
We park and get out of the car. M2 bolts! I look at Ethan and smile.
Me: I guess M2 decided she cared.
E: I don't. I'll walk in with ya.
M (daughter): Mom? Can you hold this bag?
E: I'll hold it. What it is?
M (daughter): It's my bag with insulin in it.
E: Awesome....I'm like a doctor.
Me: Nah, you're more like an IV pole. :)
We walk by the principal and he recognizes me from last week.
Principal: Hi Mrs. Bonifacio. How's Megan doing today?
E: She's standing right here. Why don't you ask her yourself?
Me: ::snort:: She doing great. Thanks for asking.
M (daughter): Great, now the principal knows me.
E: No he doesn't. He was too busy looking at your mom.
Me: E!
E: What? Good thinking on NOT wearing a tube top this morning. Although the tank top obviously has the same effect.
Me: Shut it E.
We get to the door and E opens it for us. I put my hand on his head and smile.
Me: You're really the sweetest, you know that?
E: Well, I'd do anything for you guys. Well, maybe not anything for K (younger daughter) cause she's kinda crazy. But you and M, anything.
M (daughter): I'll see ya at lunch E.
E: I'll save you a seat.
Me: ((tear))
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
However! He has his moments too. He's almost clueless to the expense of this adventure we're on. When I seem stressed or overwhelmed, he thinks it's an overreaction of sorts. And before everybody jumps on him, I need to relay that this is probably as stressful or overwhelming to him....he's just not going to admit it. He's a dude. He's Mr. Fix-it. Men have to fix everything even when everything isn't fixable. An admission from me that I'm scared prompts an ensemble of him trying to tell me to stop being scared. When all I really wanna do is admit that I'm scared. I don't want to fix it. I just want to say it out loud.
Like last night. M and I are getting her school snacks and bags ready. It requires a lot of thought because we have to document what each carb count is for each food. And M has to think about if the snack is gonna satisfy her hunger.
Husband: You're not gonna be stressing out tomorrow, are you?
Me: ::rolling my eyes:: Uh.....yah!
Husband: Why? It's just school. She doesn't have to do anything strenuous or anything.
Me: I don't give a shit! I'm dropping your newly diagnosed diabetic daughter off at school....into the hands of practically strangers, hoping they don't kill her. Excuse the hell outta me for being a little stressed.
Husband: You just need to calm down. You keep acting like something is stressful, you're gonna stress your daughter out.
Now all of this is being discussed in front of M. If he hadn't had opened his big fat dude mouth, M wouldn't have known I was stressed. I was perfectly fine before Mr. Calm started talking. So for reals, if you just let me do what I do and be quiet, we won't have a problem. Dudes. Clueless idiots that think their dicks fix-all.
But I pity him at the end of the day. It must be difficult to ALWAYS be strong. He knows me and knows that if I'm not working properly.....NOTHING works properly. If I break or shut down, this whole system goes to shit. So on top of being the constant strength and organizer, he has to make sure his wife has all her batteries. So I might be on edge and bite his head off a little more than usual, at the end of the day, I appreciate him more than he'll ever realize.
My only problem? I ain't gonna tell him too much because if I say anything, he'll see it as a weakness he has to fix. Annnnnnnd, I don't need to be fixed. So don't tell him I said this. I'll tell him in my own way. :)
Have a great Tuesday people! M got to school just fine this morning. It was a little embarrassing walking in with mom but I didn't wear a tube top.
Carpool Convo
Me: Everybody excited about school being out in 3 days?
Everybody: YES!!!!
Me: Y'all ready for your tests?
M2: I have all my tests on Wednesday. Today and Thursday is gonna be GREAT!
E: How do you know what days your tests are on?
M (daughter): Don't you have your schedule?
E: There was a schedule?
Me: Oh good god! E! How do you know what to study for the night before?
E: I don't study.
Me: Good luck with that. I've gotta park today and walk Megan in. You guys okay with walking with a mom into school?
M2: I don't care.
We park and get out of the car. M2 bolts! I look at Ethan and smile.
Me: I guess M2 decided she cared.
E: I don't. I'll walk in with ya.
M (daughter): Mom? Can you hold this bag?
E: I'll hold it. What it is?
M (daughter): It's my bag with insulin in it.
E: Awesome....I'm like a doctor.
Me: Nah, you're more like an IV pole. :)
We walk by the principal and he recognizes me from last week.
Principal: Hi Mrs. Bonifacio. How's Megan doing today?
E: She's standing right here. Why don't you ask her yourself?
Me: ::snort:: She doing great. Thanks for asking.
M (daughter): Great, now the principal knows me.
E: No he doesn't. He was too busy looking at your mom.
Me: E!
E: What? Good thinking on NOT wearing a tube top this morning. Although the tank top obviously has the same effect.
Me: Shut it E.
We get to the door and E opens it for us. I put my hand on his head and smile.
Me: You're really the sweetest, you know that?
E: Well, I'd do anything for you guys. Well, maybe not anything for K (younger daughter) cause she's kinda crazy. But you and M, anything.
M (daughter): I'll see ya at lunch E.
E: I'll save you a seat.
Me: ((tear))
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/26/10
Double the worry....cue the boogyman.
So today is Wednesday...Hump Day. My favorite day of the week. Today? Yah, it ain't treating me so well today.
Here's a pretty picture of what today is starting out with. My father-in-law is preparing for surgery today and tomorrow. We are kind of worried but we're not really talking about it. Avoidance has always been our forte in the Bonifacio household.
Avoidance. It should be my middle name.
For about two months now, my oldest daughter M has grown 3 inches and shrank to an annoying 75lbs. Yah, I'd give anything for her metabolism but I'm not 12. I've attributed it to puberty and hormones but something else has been going on that I've.....um....avoided. My procrastination was to wait until school was out but she was dizzy and weak this morning so today is the day. So now we've got two crisis to deal with until all the answers are given.
And whether my knack for avoidance or procrastination denies me for the 12th year in a row the award of Mother of the Year....then so be it. I can handle any crisis you throw at me after about 5 minutes of hysterics. That's all I need is 5 minutes and then it's done and over. I'm ready to handle the crisis. You give me that 5 minutes and when it's done, I'll hold you up, hand you tissues and take charge. I haven't been given my 5 minutes today yet. I've never had 2 things to worry about. Does that mean I need 10 minutes or am I just screwed?
Bottom line? I may need a shoulder later. I may need someone to slap me. I may need to just curl up in a ball and cry until there are no more tears.
My true bottom line? I'm not going to ask for any of those things. I am the strong one here. I am the one that never loses it. I am the one person that can't do any of those things.
At least not this week. Maybe next week. Have a great Hump Day people. Mine is barely getting started and I can't wait until Thursday already.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Here's a pretty picture of what today is starting out with. My father-in-law is preparing for surgery today and tomorrow. We are kind of worried but we're not really talking about it. Avoidance has always been our forte in the Bonifacio household.
Avoidance. It should be my middle name.
For about two months now, my oldest daughter M has grown 3 inches and shrank to an annoying 75lbs. Yah, I'd give anything for her metabolism but I'm not 12. I've attributed it to puberty and hormones but something else has been going on that I've.....um....avoided. My procrastination was to wait until school was out but she was dizzy and weak this morning so today is the day. So now we've got two crisis to deal with until all the answers are given.
And whether my knack for avoidance or procrastination denies me for the 12th year in a row the award of Mother of the Year....then so be it. I can handle any crisis you throw at me after about 5 minutes of hysterics. That's all I need is 5 minutes and then it's done and over. I'm ready to handle the crisis. You give me that 5 minutes and when it's done, I'll hold you up, hand you tissues and take charge. I haven't been given my 5 minutes today yet. I've never had 2 things to worry about. Does that mean I need 10 minutes or am I just screwed?
Bottom line? I may need a shoulder later. I may need someone to slap me. I may need to just curl up in a ball and cry until there are no more tears.
My true bottom line? I'm not going to ask for any of those things. I am the strong one here. I am the one that never loses it. I am the one person that can't do any of those things.
At least not this week. Maybe next week. Have a great Hump Day people. Mine is barely getting started and I can't wait until Thursday already.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/25/10
Silence is Never Golden.
Yah, I know I switched it up a bit but it's true. In my Thir-thir-thirty five years of living, I've learned that a silent companion is a bad companion. Now don't get me wrong, there have been moments when I wanted to shut up the non-silent companions with a tube sock in the mouth but I'd rather they talk than be silent. Oh and if I'm being silent? Yah....ya better check the rat poison cause I'm prolly pissed off. A silent Jeanie is a very dangerous Jeanie.
Silence to me is too much time to think. Too much time to think isn't always a good thing. Over-thinking is very bad. Especially if your a dude. Dudes are rarely given the benefit for thinking at all but I think dudes are the worst in the thinking category. Women think but then it's done and over with. We've laid out our plans and gone on with life. Dudes can never let anything rest.
Tell me this? How are these humans I've aptly named dudes, the superior species? Annoying, isn't it?
I've discovered a catch phrase that I use quite often. "Get over it!" I say it to my daughter, M, all the time. She got into a fight last night with my husband, her daddy. Oh it was a doozy. M mouthed off to her dad and her dad went off! I have to admit, M deserved it. No 12 year old should talk like that to an adult. And trust me, you don't talk like that to my husband, the asshole. I've mentioned before that it's always a battle of wits and pride with that man. Add the fact that a 12 year old had backed him in the corner? Freaking mayhem. The sad thing is, my daughter has the same kind of attitude problem as my husband. She's stubborn and by god, she isn't going to admit it. Welcome to my life people....I gave birth to a female asshole. At the end of the day though, all I want to say and all I can say is, "Get over it!"
Because truly, get over it! Like last night, something highly annoying was...well, annoying me. Oh it was pathetic and ridiculous but it was really annoying me. This morning....okay, I'll admit, it's still annoying me but I'm gonna take my own advice and get over it. Trust me, I'm so much smarter than to let something pathetic and ridiculous annoy me more than a couple days. It's not worth my time. See? We truly are the superior species here. :)
Tuesday Carpool was a little somber today. It's almost over guys and we're all getting a little sad.
E was especially quiet this morning and I finally broached the subject.
Me: What's up E? You're so quiet.
E: I'm a little worried about something.
Me: Worried about what? You're 12.
E: I'm worried about my surgery.
Everybody: SURGERY???
Me: Surgery for what sweetie?
E: Um....er....::blushing::
Me: Oh jeez, you're gonna make me drag it out of you, aren't you?
E: I don't know how to explain it.
Me: Are you getting your tonsils taken out?
E: Nope.
Me: Adenoids?
E: Nope.
Me: Hair transplant?
E: Aim lower.
Me: Appendix?
E: ::blushing:: Lower.
Me: Um....er....your "no-no" box? ::snort::
E: Yes! I told M about it.
M (daughter): No you didn't! I would've remembered a conversation we had about you and your "no-no" square.
Me: Oh shit, that description keeps getting funnier and funnier. "No-no" square?
E: I did too tell you. Nice to know, my impending death by surgery wasn't anything for you to pay attention to.
M (daughter): E, I swear, I don't think you told me.
E: I did, now can we just drop it?
Me: Consider it dropped....wait....is that why you're having surgery? Something didn't "drop?"
E: ::groan:: This is going down as my worst day EVER!
Me: Oh sweetie, you're going to be fine. How many times have I opened the door practically half dressed? How many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you? You'd need like 15 hands to count that. We're all friends here. You're going to be fine. When's your surgery?
E: July 16th.
Me: That's the day after my birthday!
M2: My birthday is July 12th!
Me: July birthdays ROCK!
E: Girls suck.
And see?! The girls in the car moved one. "Got over it," so to speak. Ethan didn't. Dudes....they're all the same.
Have a great Tuesday! I'm off for three days and it's a wonderful thing!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Silence to me is too much time to think. Too much time to think isn't always a good thing. Over-thinking is very bad. Especially if your a dude. Dudes are rarely given the benefit for thinking at all but I think dudes are the worst in the thinking category. Women think but then it's done and over with. We've laid out our plans and gone on with life. Dudes can never let anything rest.
Tell me this? How are these humans I've aptly named dudes, the superior species? Annoying, isn't it?
I've discovered a catch phrase that I use quite often. "Get over it!" I say it to my daughter, M, all the time. She got into a fight last night with my husband, her daddy. Oh it was a doozy. M mouthed off to her dad and her dad went off! I have to admit, M deserved it. No 12 year old should talk like that to an adult. And trust me, you don't talk like that to my husband, the asshole. I've mentioned before that it's always a battle of wits and pride with that man. Add the fact that a 12 year old had backed him in the corner? Freaking mayhem. The sad thing is, my daughter has the same kind of attitude problem as my husband. She's stubborn and by god, she isn't going to admit it. Welcome to my life people....I gave birth to a female asshole. At the end of the day though, all I want to say and all I can say is, "Get over it!"
Because truly, get over it! Like last night, something highly annoying was...well, annoying me. Oh it was pathetic and ridiculous but it was really annoying me. This morning....okay, I'll admit, it's still annoying me but I'm gonna take my own advice and get over it. Trust me, I'm so much smarter than to let something pathetic and ridiculous annoy me more than a couple days. It's not worth my time. See? We truly are the superior species here. :)
Tuesday Carpool was a little somber today. It's almost over guys and we're all getting a little sad.
E was especially quiet this morning and I finally broached the subject.
Me: What's up E? You're so quiet.
E: I'm a little worried about something.
Me: Worried about what? You're 12.
E: I'm worried about my surgery.
Everybody: SURGERY???
Me: Surgery for what sweetie?
E: Um....er....::blushing::
Me: Oh jeez, you're gonna make me drag it out of you, aren't you?
E: I don't know how to explain it.
Me: Are you getting your tonsils taken out?
E: Nope.
Me: Adenoids?
E: Nope.
Me: Hair transplant?
E: Aim lower.
Me: Appendix?
E: ::blushing:: Lower.
Me: Um....er....your "no-no" box? ::snort::
E: Yes! I told M about it.
M (daughter): No you didn't! I would've remembered a conversation we had about you and your "no-no" square.
Me: Oh shit, that description keeps getting funnier and funnier. "No-no" square?
E: I did too tell you. Nice to know, my impending death by surgery wasn't anything for you to pay attention to.
M (daughter): E, I swear, I don't think you told me.
E: I did, now can we just drop it?
Me: Consider it dropped....wait....is that why you're having surgery? Something didn't "drop?"
E: ::groan:: This is going down as my worst day EVER!
Me: Oh sweetie, you're going to be fine. How many times have I opened the door practically half dressed? How many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you? You'd need like 15 hands to count that. We're all friends here. You're going to be fine. When's your surgery?
E: July 16th.
Me: That's the day after my birthday!
M2: My birthday is July 12th!
Me: July birthdays ROCK!
E: Girls suck.
And see?! The girls in the car moved one. "Got over it," so to speak. Ethan didn't. Dudes....they're all the same.
Have a great Tuesday! I'm off for three days and it's a wonderful thing!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/24/10
Um.....WHAT????
Okay, before y'all think that I'm going to dedicate this blog today to LOST, I'm not. I will say that when it ended, I still had questions but when I woke up this morning, I got it. They were all dead from season one and it took all these seasons for them to get out of purgatory. Oh yah people, it was like finding Bobby Ewing in the shower but it was nice to see everybody again.
Anywho!
Today, I woke up wishing today was over already. I have to work but then I've got three days off. Can't. Freaking. Wait. M has a choir performance tomorrow. It's gonna be great having her show her dad and my parents what I've seen already. It also marks 2 more weeks until school is over. I can't wait. Letting the girls sleep in and not worrying about getting them off to school is my favorite thing about summer. My girls are so self-maintainence that summer is so easy. My husband is also changing shift back to patrol in July so he'll be home all day and gone all night. Life is either going to be easy or hard....I'll let you know in July how I like this. I have a feeling my husband is going to be a happier police officer so that's really all that matters but I reserve the right to change my mind.
Weekend recap. Just another lazy weekend. M had a physical for 7th grade sports. She passed. Conrad signed his lease for hunting season. K proved her skills as an independent swimmer by jumping in the deep end to my hysterical fear and swam across the pool with no help. How'd that happen? She's never had a swimming lesson in her life. M is doing a math project for school. She had to interview a professional and prove that math really is used throughout your life. Remember when we were kids taking algebra saying, "I'm never gonna use this!" Well crap, I just got proved wrong because as a pharmacy technician....I kinda do sometimes.
Anyway, I snooped on her report and came across what she wrote. "My mom as a CPhT can make up to $15 an hour. That's awesome because that means my mom makes $30 a week because she works 2 days a week. You don't have to go to college to be a CPhT so that's a pretty good chunk of change."
Oh jeez, I make more than $30 a week. I work 2 days but way more hours than 2.
I told her and her response? "I already typed and printed it. Just let it be."
Oh crap, I don't want people thinking I only make $30 a week. Is that vain? Yah, I made her change it. :)
K was her usual funny self. There have been a lot of questions as to if I've always been funny. I think I have but as I've mentioned before....nobody in my family ever thought I was. I've also mentioned that K is my mini-me. Here's a virtual rewind button of how I used to be. I'm not quite sure if I should be a proud parent or scared shitless.
So what do you think? Yah....I know....I'm screwed. :) Have a great Monday! It'll be over before you know it and let's hope we don't wake up on an island which is really purgatory. Cause THAT would really suck!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Anywho!
Today, I woke up wishing today was over already. I have to work but then I've got three days off. Can't. Freaking. Wait. M has a choir performance tomorrow. It's gonna be great having her show her dad and my parents what I've seen already. It also marks 2 more weeks until school is over. I can't wait. Letting the girls sleep in and not worrying about getting them off to school is my favorite thing about summer. My girls are so self-maintainence that summer is so easy. My husband is also changing shift back to patrol in July so he'll be home all day and gone all night. Life is either going to be easy or hard....I'll let you know in July how I like this. I have a feeling my husband is going to be a happier police officer so that's really all that matters but I reserve the right to change my mind.
Weekend recap. Just another lazy weekend. M had a physical for 7th grade sports. She passed. Conrad signed his lease for hunting season. K proved her skills as an independent swimmer by jumping in the deep end to my hysterical fear and swam across the pool with no help. How'd that happen? She's never had a swimming lesson in her life. M is doing a math project for school. She had to interview a professional and prove that math really is used throughout your life. Remember when we were kids taking algebra saying, "I'm never gonna use this!" Well crap, I just got proved wrong because as a pharmacy technician....I kinda do sometimes.
Anyway, I snooped on her report and came across what she wrote. "My mom as a CPhT can make up to $15 an hour. That's awesome because that means my mom makes $30 a week because she works 2 days a week. You don't have to go to college to be a CPhT so that's a pretty good chunk of change."
Oh jeez, I make more than $30 a week. I work 2 days but way more hours than 2.
I told her and her response? "I already typed and printed it. Just let it be."
Oh crap, I don't want people thinking I only make $30 a week. Is that vain? Yah, I made her change it. :)
K was her usual funny self. There have been a lot of questions as to if I've always been funny. I think I have but as I've mentioned before....nobody in my family ever thought I was. I've also mentioned that K is my mini-me. Here's a virtual rewind button of how I used to be. I'm not quite sure if I should be a proud parent or scared shitless.
So what do you think? Yah....I know....I'm screwed. :) Have a great Monday! It'll be over before you know it and let's hope we don't wake up on an island which is really purgatory. Cause THAT would really suck!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/21/10
I'm green and I don't like it.
I've never been one to be jealous. I think it's a useless emotion. I guess it all started in high school but jealousy has always had a hard time biting me. I had a friend that was prettier than me but I wasn't jealous. Why? Well, I may not have been the "prettiest" one in the group but I did bring something to the table that outshined everybody. My sister was smarter than me. I "might" have been jealous with that one but I sure didn't do anything to remedy it. I just continued to be me and came out alright.
I don't look at other people's lives and turn green with envy wishing I had what they had. Trust me, they probably worked really hard to get it and I don't really like working that hard. I've always been the type of girl that rolls with the punches and just believes that something good will come my way. It usually does too.
I was never jealous of my husband and attention some skank may be giving him. She's a skank. Why would I be jealous of a skank? When good things happen to my friends, I'm always the first one thinking that they deserve it.
See? I don't get jealous. It's useless with me.
Today is Friday though. I have to go to work. My husband took the day off because our children have off from school.
I. Am. Jealous.
Now don't get me wrong. It'll probably be on the Hunting Channel all day long. He's probably going to obliterate the house and throw away things he shouldn't throw away. He might do the yard or he might wash the car. I'm not jealous of THAT. I'm merely jealous that I had to hear the alarm this morning and get off my lazy ass and get ready for work.
I'm still somewhat recovering from the stomach alien that nested in my belly on Wednesday that I spewed out in the toilet. My morning consisted of showering and putting my curly hair (because I'm too lazy to straighten it) in a clip. I look like a librarian with my frizzy curls peeking out from the clip. Oh yah, I'm a dreamgirl right now. I would've much rather punched that alarm clock with my fist, roll over and zonk out again. Didn't happen though.
I get to work with Pop Quiz Asshole again today. Joy! :)
This weekend consists of near to nothing. M has a physical for sports next year in 7th grade. It's at 9:30am. Gahhhhhhd! Hello? It's Saturday! My husband is driving to his new deer lease while I'm doing the physical stuff to sign the paperwork and install some cameras.
I'm soooooooooooo glad I have to take M to her physical. Cause I AIN'T involving myself in this deer land lease. Have a fantastic Friday people. It'll be over soon....right?
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
I don't look at other people's lives and turn green with envy wishing I had what they had. Trust me, they probably worked really hard to get it and I don't really like working that hard. I've always been the type of girl that rolls with the punches and just believes that something good will come my way. It usually does too.
I was never jealous of my husband and attention some skank may be giving him. She's a skank. Why would I be jealous of a skank? When good things happen to my friends, I'm always the first one thinking that they deserve it.
See? I don't get jealous. It's useless with me.
Today is Friday though. I have to go to work. My husband took the day off because our children have off from school.
I. Am. Jealous.
Now don't get me wrong. It'll probably be on the Hunting Channel all day long. He's probably going to obliterate the house and throw away things he shouldn't throw away. He might do the yard or he might wash the car. I'm not jealous of THAT. I'm merely jealous that I had to hear the alarm this morning and get off my lazy ass and get ready for work.
I'm still somewhat recovering from the stomach alien that nested in my belly on Wednesday that I spewed out in the toilet. My morning consisted of showering and putting my curly hair (because I'm too lazy to straighten it) in a clip. I look like a librarian with my frizzy curls peeking out from the clip. Oh yah, I'm a dreamgirl right now. I would've much rather punched that alarm clock with my fist, roll over and zonk out again. Didn't happen though.
I get to work with Pop Quiz Asshole again today. Joy! :)
This weekend consists of near to nothing. M has a physical for sports next year in 7th grade. It's at 9:30am. Gahhhhhhd! Hello? It's Saturday! My husband is driving to his new deer lease while I'm doing the physical stuff to sign the paperwork and install some cameras.
I'm soooooooooooo glad I have to take M to her physical. Cause I AIN'T involving myself in this deer land lease. Have a fantastic Friday people. It'll be over soon....right?
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/18/10
If Life were a Lollypop.
So I bought this giant bag of Dum-Dums yesterday and pretty much devoured the entire bag in less than 3 hours. And hush, I shared....a couple. My tastes for certain flavors are strange. I can switch from butterscotch to fruit flavor with a flick of the tongue. I don't really care because I love my lollipops.
That is the epitome of me though. I'm not really choosy. I'm happy most of the time with whatever you throw at me and if it's a lollipop, I'm a very happy girl. When bad things happen, yah, it sucks but if there isn't anything you can do about it, what's the point of dwelling of it?
So last night after leaving the soccer game of Cops vs. Didn't know they were playing cops, my husband's take-home car went kaput. We were in Richardson on a side road. What does this mean? Well according to my husband, it's the end of the world. He's gotta use his own car and his own gas money. Yah, it sucks. That's going to add on at least $125 a week in gas money for us. Oh and his truck needs new tires before he gets his expired inspection sticker updated. We're looking at $500 in new tires. Yah, like I admitted, it sucks.
But! Here is where it's good to be with me. Now my husband bitched and moaned for like 2 hours. I probably had a sour face for about 10 minutes. Was there anything we could do differently? Nope. Were we on the freeway when the car went kaput? Nope. Do we have a car that he can use? Yep. And finally, get over it dude, it's freaking done. I mean jeez, would you rather be pissed off or just deal with it? Now my husband would probably say he would want to bitch about it but you can't be that way around me. One, because I'm not gonna let you. Two, because I'm gonna tell you to shut up because I'm tired of hearing you bitch and moan. Seriously, get over it!
So as me and the girls got a ride home in a cop car by one of our favorite officers, I managed to finish off my bag of Dum-Dums. The last flavor? Mystery. To this day, I have never hated the mystery flavor. It's never been a coconut or a chocolate one. (Which I think are the worst ideas for lollipop flavors) And that was my epiphany. Life is like a mystery lollipop. You never know what you're gonna get. But when you stick that candy delight in your mouth, it's done. There's no turning back. You're going to either be surprised or satisfied but anyway you look at it, there will always be another lollipop.
So suck it up. Life sucks sometimes but there is always going to be a little mystery and adventure to keep your taste buds excited.
Tuesday Carpool.
E: I'm finally getting my own room.
Me: How's that gonna happen?
E: My dad is giving me his office.
Me: Oh, bachelor pad.
E: Hold it, they're painting it baby blue.
Me: Oh, um.....if it's your room, why are they painting it baby blue?
E: That was the deal.
Me: You got screwed.
E: Hi, have we met...I always get screwed.
M (daughter): One word. Posters.
E: M? You really want me to get my butt kicked, don't you?
Me: Boys can't do posters anymore? No Farrah Fawcett or Cindy Crawford?
E: Who?
God, I need a lollypop. I'm getting OLD! Have a nice Tuesday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
That is the epitome of me though. I'm not really choosy. I'm happy most of the time with whatever you throw at me and if it's a lollipop, I'm a very happy girl. When bad things happen, yah, it sucks but if there isn't anything you can do about it, what's the point of dwelling of it?
So last night after leaving the soccer game of Cops vs. Didn't know they were playing cops, my husband's take-home car went kaput. We were in Richardson on a side road. What does this mean? Well according to my husband, it's the end of the world. He's gotta use his own car and his own gas money. Yah, it sucks. That's going to add on at least $125 a week in gas money for us. Oh and his truck needs new tires before he gets his expired inspection sticker updated. We're looking at $500 in new tires. Yah, like I admitted, it sucks.
But! Here is where it's good to be with me. Now my husband bitched and moaned for like 2 hours. I probably had a sour face for about 10 minutes. Was there anything we could do differently? Nope. Were we on the freeway when the car went kaput? Nope. Do we have a car that he can use? Yep. And finally, get over it dude, it's freaking done. I mean jeez, would you rather be pissed off or just deal with it? Now my husband would probably say he would want to bitch about it but you can't be that way around me. One, because I'm not gonna let you. Two, because I'm gonna tell you to shut up because I'm tired of hearing you bitch and moan. Seriously, get over it!
So as me and the girls got a ride home in a cop car by one of our favorite officers, I managed to finish off my bag of Dum-Dums. The last flavor? Mystery. To this day, I have never hated the mystery flavor. It's never been a coconut or a chocolate one. (Which I think are the worst ideas for lollipop flavors) And that was my epiphany. Life is like a mystery lollipop. You never know what you're gonna get. But when you stick that candy delight in your mouth, it's done. There's no turning back. You're going to either be surprised or satisfied but anyway you look at it, there will always be another lollipop.
So suck it up. Life sucks sometimes but there is always going to be a little mystery and adventure to keep your taste buds excited.
Tuesday Carpool.
E: I'm finally getting my own room.
Me: How's that gonna happen?
E: My dad is giving me his office.
Me: Oh, bachelor pad.
E: Hold it, they're painting it baby blue.
Me: Oh, um.....if it's your room, why are they painting it baby blue?
E: That was the deal.
Me: You got screwed.
E: Hi, have we met...I always get screwed.
M (daughter): One word. Posters.
E: M? You really want me to get my butt kicked, don't you?
Me: Boys can't do posters anymore? No Farrah Fawcett or Cindy Crawford?
E: Who?
God, I need a lollypop. I'm getting OLD! Have a nice Tuesday!
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/14/10
It was a Sad Goodbye....to Friday carpool.
I still have two more Tuesday carpools but today marked my last Friday carpool. Granted, I'm probably going to see E everyday this summer but even though M2 just lives down the street, I probably won't see her. Yes, it was a sad realization. I'm gonna miss those three little boogers to brighten up my every three Fridays.
Me: Hey yo M2!
M2: Hello!
Me: Any plans this weekend?
M2: My dad and brothers are going on a father/son camp out tonight so my mom and I are gonna do something girly tonight.
Me: Oh yah? Punishment over?
M2: It is for me. I've got plans this weekend with my friends and even my parents can't ruin it.
Me: There's the spirit.
::Ethan gets in the car::
Me: Hey yo E!
E: Helllloooooo Miss Jean.
M2: What are you doing this weekend?
E: Nothing exciting.
M2: Aren't you going on the father/son camp out?
E: Oh....yah. I'm going on the father/son camp out.
Me: There's the excitement of a 12 year old I love to see.
E: Oh, it'll be fun. I just kinda wish we had a weekend where we didn't have anything to do.
Me: Well, I have some bad news this morning.
Boogers: What?
Me: It's our last Friday carpool together.
M2: Awwwww, it is! But we still have two more Tuesdays left together.
E: And you dressed for the occasion too.
Me: Nah, I just put on yesterday's clothes.
E: Annnnnnd yesterday's clothes was a tube top thank God.
M2: I'm kinda gonna miss your tube tops too Miss Jean.
M (daughter): Over the summer? That's all my mom wears in the summer.
E: I love summertime.
Me: Me too.
M2: Hey M (daughter), you should take swim team, then we can still do carpool.
Me: What time is swim team?
E: 5:30am.
Me: It was nice carpooling your asses...see ya next year!
Because it might've been a sad goodbye but it was a goodbye. Miss Jean doesn't do anything before 6am.
Have a fantastic Friday! I hope your weekend is great and your Monday is slow to show up.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Me: Hey yo M2!
M2: Hello!
Me: Any plans this weekend?
M2: My dad and brothers are going on a father/son camp out tonight so my mom and I are gonna do something girly tonight.
Me: Oh yah? Punishment over?
M2: It is for me. I've got plans this weekend with my friends and even my parents can't ruin it.
Me: There's the spirit.
::Ethan gets in the car::
Me: Hey yo E!
E: Helllloooooo Miss Jean.
M2: What are you doing this weekend?
E: Nothing exciting.
M2: Aren't you going on the father/son camp out?
E: Oh....yah. I'm going on the father/son camp out.
Me: There's the excitement of a 12 year old I love to see.
E: Oh, it'll be fun. I just kinda wish we had a weekend where we didn't have anything to do.
Me: Well, I have some bad news this morning.
Boogers: What?
Me: It's our last Friday carpool together.
M2: Awwwww, it is! But we still have two more Tuesdays left together.
E: And you dressed for the occasion too.
Me: Nah, I just put on yesterday's clothes.
E: Annnnnnd yesterday's clothes was a tube top thank God.
M2: I'm kinda gonna miss your tube tops too Miss Jean.
M (daughter): Over the summer? That's all my mom wears in the summer.
E: I love summertime.
Me: Me too.
M2: Hey M (daughter), you should take swim team, then we can still do carpool.
Me: What time is swim team?
E: 5:30am.
Me: It was nice carpooling your asses...see ya next year!
Because it might've been a sad goodbye but it was a goodbye. Miss Jean doesn't do anything before 6am.
Have a fantastic Friday! I hope your weekend is great and your Monday is slow to show up.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/13/10
My Theme Song
Crazy Bitch by Buck cherry. Oh yah, if I died tomorrow, it would play at my funeral as they carried my casket down the aisle. Then everybody would cry because....well, hello! I'm dead. And as they carried my casket back down the aisle, they would play it again. Cause that's how I roll.
Okay, now that that's over. What would your theme song? Would it be sad and sappy? Every funeral I've ever been to, the consensus has been to celebrate the life instead of mourning the loss. Well no shit but what about the next day when the reality of the loss hits you again. I always get hit with the realization that I can't just pick up a phone and say hi. That's what has hurt the most when I lost someone special.
Loss.
It doesn't have to be a death but in a sense, when you lose someone whether it be to circumstances or because there wasn't any room in your life anymore for that person, it still feels like a death. I don't handle loss very well. It's hard for me to let go of people that have been intricate parts of my life. I fight tooth and nail to keep them close until it's dead and black. When in reality, I should've said goodbye way before the blackness and death happened. Maybe better things might've happened if I had.
I've reconnected with so many people I thought I lost. About 90% of them are great reconnections but the other 10%? Yah, shoulda just kept on walking and never said hi. They were probably toxic before which is why they're still toxic to me. Oh and I'm not stupid enough to realize that I was probably toxic to them as well. Some people shouldn't be together when it starts to sour. Some people shoulda kept walking...shit, they shoulda ran as fast as their feet could take em.
But don't you agree that the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" of life is too tempting NOT to explore? Why do we do this to ourselves? I've never been a person that regrets anything in my life. I don't even like to use the word mistake very much either. Those two words basically mean the same thing if you think of it. But what do you call it when you wish you woulda just kept walking?
An oversight of being a stupid and dreamy female?
What if that oversight ended up hurting the other person too?
Even worse, what if the other person is happy you didn't keep walking?
Oh, I'm all over the place on this, aren't I?
Okay, changing the subject. I'm going back "home" with my family for a visit with family. My father-in-law isn't healthy and when I visited before, something told me to convince my husband to visit. That "something" was correct as he isn't doing so well. All I can hope is the procedures and surgeries being preformed on him prior to our visit fix him and he's good when we get there. I have every hope and prayer (allowable to a non-church girl) that this will be a happy visit. I also have a fear from past experiences that our time is short and our good intentions of visiting will be too little, too late. I was never a fan of my father-in-law. He was mean and nasty to everybody. In his old age, the miracle of medication has changed that. My father-in-law has always loved me from day one. He calls me "Gina." One, because he says it's his name for me and nobody elses. Two, because I swear, he doesn't know my name isn't "Gina." :)
Hold on "Dad," we'll be there soon. "Crazy Bitch" is coming home and bringing your son with her.
Happy Thursday! It's almost Friday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Okay, now that that's over. What would your theme song? Would it be sad and sappy? Every funeral I've ever been to, the consensus has been to celebrate the life instead of mourning the loss. Well no shit but what about the next day when the reality of the loss hits you again. I always get hit with the realization that I can't just pick up a phone and say hi. That's what has hurt the most when I lost someone special.
Loss.
It doesn't have to be a death but in a sense, when you lose someone whether it be to circumstances or because there wasn't any room in your life anymore for that person, it still feels like a death. I don't handle loss very well. It's hard for me to let go of people that have been intricate parts of my life. I fight tooth and nail to keep them close until it's dead and black. When in reality, I should've said goodbye way before the blackness and death happened. Maybe better things might've happened if I had.
I've reconnected with so many people I thought I lost. About 90% of them are great reconnections but the other 10%? Yah, shoulda just kept on walking and never said hi. They were probably toxic before which is why they're still toxic to me. Oh and I'm not stupid enough to realize that I was probably toxic to them as well. Some people shouldn't be together when it starts to sour. Some people shoulda kept walking...shit, they shoulda ran as fast as their feet could take em.
But don't you agree that the "shoulda, woulda, coulda" of life is too tempting NOT to explore? Why do we do this to ourselves? I've never been a person that regrets anything in my life. I don't even like to use the word mistake very much either. Those two words basically mean the same thing if you think of it. But what do you call it when you wish you woulda just kept walking?
An oversight of being a stupid and dreamy female?
What if that oversight ended up hurting the other person too?
Even worse, what if the other person is happy you didn't keep walking?
Oh, I'm all over the place on this, aren't I?
Okay, changing the subject. I'm going back "home" with my family for a visit with family. My father-in-law isn't healthy and when I visited before, something told me to convince my husband to visit. That "something" was correct as he isn't doing so well. All I can hope is the procedures and surgeries being preformed on him prior to our visit fix him and he's good when we get there. I have every hope and prayer (allowable to a non-church girl) that this will be a happy visit. I also have a fear from past experiences that our time is short and our good intentions of visiting will be too little, too late. I was never a fan of my father-in-law. He was mean and nasty to everybody. In his old age, the miracle of medication has changed that. My father-in-law has always loved me from day one. He calls me "Gina." One, because he says it's his name for me and nobody elses. Two, because I swear, he doesn't know my name isn't "Gina." :)
Hold on "Dad," we'll be there soon. "Crazy Bitch" is coming home and bringing your son with her.
Happy Thursday! It's almost Friday.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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