Once a year, Mister Wonderful and I put aside our differences and go on a one day shopping excursion to pick up gifts for the Papooses for Christmas. This year, MW said we should bring Bestie with us, which was a fabulous idea, and I was so tickled that she did come with us. Of course, he decided we had to go to the Galleria in Dallas, so Bestie could see it. It was really fun, but we wasted so much of our day driving and dealing with traffic and all the people, not to mention the fact that NOTHING was purchased at the mall, except for a dress I picked up myself for Papoose #2 and a bracelet I got for Papoose #1, that it was sort of frustrating. We didn't end up accomplishing much that day. Was a an incredibly fun and nice day, but not productive at all.
So I spent the 23rd and 24th madly out running around trying to find the things we needed for under the tree and for the Christmas feast.
The deal was, MW would reimburse me whatever money I spent, since he had the Christmas savings money in his account. Now I have to pay the mortgage tomorrow, and have yet to see anyones share of the rent, much less the reimbursement money for the Christmas stuff I spent my money on. What a surprise!!!!
Oh well, this too shall pass. I will manage it one way or another.
I've already notified The Real Deal that I need to amp up my work hours at Job #2, it'll take a couple weeks before I have a bigger check to reflect that, but at least it will come at some point.
The stress of working all these hours is really wearing on me. Especially since I can't actually save any money yet or fix the jalopy or anything like that. It ALL goes to the bills that I seem to be the only one worried about paying. Keeping a roof over everyones head.
It's incredibly frustrating.
Then, it's like nobody really realizes how exhausting my jobs are, especially Job #2. Physically demanding. And the stress of Job #1 is tiring as well. I'm not bitching or crying or whining, I just think it would be nice if someone in my household appreciated what I'm doing in order for them to have a nice place to live and behave accordingly.
Nobody else in the house is lying awake at night, because the stress and worry about paying for the house is so bad that they can't sleep. Only me.
Nobody else in the house feels massive guilt if they dare to buy themselves fast food or a Diet Coke at the store, because that is wasting money that should be going towards the mortgage. Only me.
Nobody else goes without buying things they need, because every hard earned penny has to go to paying for the roof over everyones head. Only me.
I honestly and truly don't mind working hard. I don't. I've done it for years.
I just think that if I'm working so hard, so that everyone else can have a nice place to live and the leisure and time to actually enjoy that home, when I never have that, at least everyone can be nice and appreciative and idk, helpful.
I'm done now.
Sorry all.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
A Case Of The Munchies, or, Santa Digs Him A Toke or Two
Quiet Christmas weekend around the tepee. That is, until one of Papoose #1's idiot friends opened his big mouth yesterday and let the cat out of the bag about Papoose #1 owning a hookah.
For those of you unable to keep up with the class, that's a bong.
Still struggling?????
The story was that she 'only used it to smoke some very healthy natural safe clean tobacco' out of a 'couple of times'. Of course, I was the bitch for being in the least bit upset, disappointed, or judgmental.
Hey, I TRIED to keep my mouth shut and go on about my day, but she wouldn't leave me alone about whether or not I was pissed off and kept nipping at my heels like a bad puppy till I finally relented and let her know exactly how I felt about it.
She did NOT like what I had to say, and packed up her shit and took off out of the house.
There are reasons beyond the obvious, reasons I cannot post on here, about why her owning such a thing is SO not ok in her/our situation.
Fuck it. Not only am I DEVASTATED that after all the effort I've put into raising her NOT to make those types of decisions, the fact still remains that more than being disappointed in her, I'm terrified for her safety and health.
I don't care what anyone says, or who does or does not partake, drugs are bad. They are bad for you and they are illegal.
Even if she's smoking that bullshit so called legal hallucinogen Salvia, people are taking bad trips on that stuff and jumping out of windows etc.
It's all dangerous and it's all bullshit.
Pulling any type of smoke into your lungs is bad for you.
She is my baby. I never even had candy or soda around her for the first multiple several years of her life.
She also stood up in the living room and told me that the fact that I drink too much beer too often makes me the last person in the world that has any right to tell her that shit is bad for her.
I disagree.
I'm her mother, not her buddy. I still have a right to worry about her unapologetically, and I always will.
I'm trying so hard to do what I am supposed to do. To let her live her life and make her own choices and decisions. I tried to just keep my mouth shut and go on about my business getting my laundry done and other things I'd not had time to do for awhile.
Don't force someone to answer something unless you are SURE you want to hear their answer.
I love you Baby Girl.
For those of you unable to keep up with the class, that's a bong.
Still struggling?????
The story was that she 'only used it to smoke some very healthy natural safe clean tobacco' out of a 'couple of times'. Of course, I was the bitch for being in the least bit upset, disappointed, or judgmental.
Hey, I TRIED to keep my mouth shut and go on about my day, but she wouldn't leave me alone about whether or not I was pissed off and kept nipping at my heels like a bad puppy till I finally relented and let her know exactly how I felt about it.
She did NOT like what I had to say, and packed up her shit and took off out of the house.
There are reasons beyond the obvious, reasons I cannot post on here, about why her owning such a thing is SO not ok in her/our situation.
Fuck it. Not only am I DEVASTATED that after all the effort I've put into raising her NOT to make those types of decisions, the fact still remains that more than being disappointed in her, I'm terrified for her safety and health.
I don't care what anyone says, or who does or does not partake, drugs are bad. They are bad for you and they are illegal.
Even if she's smoking that bullshit so called legal hallucinogen Salvia, people are taking bad trips on that stuff and jumping out of windows etc.
It's all dangerous and it's all bullshit.
Pulling any type of smoke into your lungs is bad for you.
She is my baby. I never even had candy or soda around her for the first multiple several years of her life.
She also stood up in the living room and told me that the fact that I drink too much beer too often makes me the last person in the world that has any right to tell her that shit is bad for her.
I disagree.
I'm her mother, not her buddy. I still have a right to worry about her unapologetically, and I always will.
I'm trying so hard to do what I am supposed to do. To let her live her life and make her own choices and decisions. I tried to just keep my mouth shut and go on about my business getting my laundry done and other things I'd not had time to do for awhile.
Don't force someone to answer something unless you are SURE you want to hear their answer.
I love you Baby Girl.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
So many things I want to say.....
Just don't have the patience to wrangle the thoughts and put them into even semi coherent form..............
Friday, December 16, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
I'm Here, Sort Of
Dear Stomach: I want to apologize for eating so many jalapenos last night. I know that you no longer appreciate me indulging in certain foods, and I promise, if you will just stop trying to kill me, I will not force said foods upon you ever again. (Until the craving hits again, anyhow). Sincerely, Me.
So, my meds went missing. The old EMPTY bottle was still in my purse, but the brand new bottle, to which I had added the last 10 or so out of the old bottle, has gone completely missing. Can't find it anywhere. I've somehow let it fall out of my purse or some dumb ass thing. This is NOT good news for anyone. Anyhow, found another old bottle of them in the bathroom drawer this morning, so after three days of no meds, we are back on track. Still have to find that other bottle that I JUST had filled Friday tho, this old bottle won't last long, not many left in it.
Papoose #1 leaves Tarleton today to move home for the semester. Well, she isn't moving HOME, she will be living with The Real Deal. She will have her own room and full bathroom. Lucky girl!! She starts back at Job #2 tomorrow as well. TRD is hooking her up with full time hours and a raise from when she worked there before. He is such a good man. Takes good care of us......
I pray she will take this time to learn and collect herself and learn how to be happy and self confident. I want her to learn to love herself, learn how to be alone and happy with it. She needs to learn that ever tough lesson of how to be happy with herself and not think she needs someone in her life to make her happy. Tough one. Pray for her.
I blame myself for every bad decision, less than stellar behavior, and bit of unhappiness my kids make, do, or suffer. I have tried so hard to do right by them, but always find myself lacking. I hate the feeling, but I cannot control feeling it. There must be something I could do better so that they would have it easier now. Idk.
And yet, I feel myself pulling back, feeling I need to put them out there to make their own decisions and deal with life as adults. Ugh.
I think I am constantly too exhausted to really think clearly anymore.
I said no to TRD for the first time EVER when he wanted to fool around after we closed the store last night. Now that's really bothering me too.
Fuck, I need therapy.
So, my meds went missing. The old EMPTY bottle was still in my purse, but the brand new bottle, to which I had added the last 10 or so out of the old bottle, has gone completely missing. Can't find it anywhere. I've somehow let it fall out of my purse or some dumb ass thing. This is NOT good news for anyone. Anyhow, found another old bottle of them in the bathroom drawer this morning, so after three days of no meds, we are back on track. Still have to find that other bottle that I JUST had filled Friday tho, this old bottle won't last long, not many left in it.
Papoose #1 leaves Tarleton today to move home for the semester. Well, she isn't moving HOME, she will be living with The Real Deal. She will have her own room and full bathroom. Lucky girl!! She starts back at Job #2 tomorrow as well. TRD is hooking her up with full time hours and a raise from when she worked there before. He is such a good man. Takes good care of us......
I pray she will take this time to learn and collect herself and learn how to be happy and self confident. I want her to learn to love herself, learn how to be alone and happy with it. She needs to learn that ever tough lesson of how to be happy with herself and not think she needs someone in her life to make her happy. Tough one. Pray for her.
I blame myself for every bad decision, less than stellar behavior, and bit of unhappiness my kids make, do, or suffer. I have tried so hard to do right by them, but always find myself lacking. I hate the feeling, but I cannot control feeling it. There must be something I could do better so that they would have it easier now. Idk.
And yet, I feel myself pulling back, feeling I need to put them out there to make their own decisions and deal with life as adults. Ugh.
I think I am constantly too exhausted to really think clearly anymore.
I said no to TRD for the first time EVER when he wanted to fool around after we closed the store last night. Now that's really bothering me too.
Fuck, I need therapy.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Hump Day Huffing
I cannot begin to describe how much I dislike that cheesy ass song "The Christmas Shoes". Good grief. It's along the lines of soap operas. Bleh.
Also overplayed at Christmastime "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Folgelberg, I think it is. Shit.
I'm so exhausted anymore, I can barely even put a thought in order in my brain. I'm just wrung the fuck out.
I was walking around the corner at Job #2 last night and The Real Deal called out to me, I turned around and in doing so, clocked myself in the eye with a huge pot that hangs from the wall there. I smacked myself so hard that I saw stars and almost blacked out. Everyone was calling out, "What the hell was THAT???" I was so tickled by my clumsiness that I giggled about it for some time afterwards. TRD was torn between concern for me and trying not to laugh his ass off. It was hilarious. I have a VERY sore eyebrow/bone thingie today. Haha.
Date night with TRD tonight. Lucky girl :-D He is sooo happy in his new digs. It's such a nice, spacious, well maintained place. He is so happy there. I love hanging out with him there. He made me lasagna last week for our date night. Tonight I'm making us chicken noodle soup, since both of us have been a little under the weather. I'm telling you what, I love that man with every bone in my body, but he is the BIGGEST baby when he is sick. Talk about drama king. Hehe.
I had wanted to get the Christmas tree last Saturday when Papoose #1 was home, but I was gone during the day then she was gone all evening, so the timing was off. This Saturday will mark the first time in almost 20 years that she has not been with us when we shop for, then decorate our Christmas tree.
I am going to have zero money to Christmas shop with this year. I don't have any money to steal from Peter to pay Paul or anything. This is a pretty crummy feeling. I know that isn't the important part of the Holidays, but I so enjoy picking up something for the Papooses etc that will make them happy. Every cent I earn goes to the house and bills. This is gonna be sad to me. Urg.
Every time we have a fund raiser for a school at Job #2, 90% of the parents that show up get snookered on margaritas and beer. Interesting.
We also have a big PTA group that comes in for their monthly meeting and uses our banquet room. Boy howdy, do those women put away some alcohol. We even had one go home with a dude that picked her up there!!! Left her car and went home with him. Another one was discovered in a compromising position, with a man that was not her husband, by TRD one night when he locked up and left out the back door. Poor guy was like "I don't care, I don't want to know, just please let me leave" when she was following him to his truck trying to justify and explain herself. Haha.
My Bestie has been incredible about stepping in and parenting Papoose #2 for me while I'm away working. It is such a blessing to have her there with us. Pap #2 just adores her.
Bestie has also adopted our little female chihuahua Lilly. She is not really an animal lover, but she loves Lilly and has taken to letting her sleep with her and buying her clothes and just generally hauling her around with her. See? Everyone benefits from having a Bestie around the house!!!
We have had a broken toilet in our backyard for five weeks now. Mister Wonderful threw it out there when he flipped out about having to replace it after he cracked the old one when he was putting it back together after removing it to clear a bad clog and replace the seal. No, I'm not going to pick it up during my twelve hours I have off work a week. And yes, I am keeping track of how long he leaves it out there. Fucking gross. All we need now are a couple pit bulls chained up in the yard and some fighting cocks crowing out there.
Yes, the MW fantasies about having two wives have begun in our house. Too funny.
He has started back on his Effexor. The world will be a better place if we can keep him taking them this time. If ever there was a person that needed medical intervention, it's that man.
I still don't like twitter.
Well, I've bored you all enough for one day.
Have a great day, and stay warm.
Also overplayed at Christmastime "Same Old Lang Syne" by Dan Folgelberg, I think it is. Shit.
I'm so exhausted anymore, I can barely even put a thought in order in my brain. I'm just wrung the fuck out.
I was walking around the corner at Job #2 last night and The Real Deal called out to me, I turned around and in doing so, clocked myself in the eye with a huge pot that hangs from the wall there. I smacked myself so hard that I saw stars and almost blacked out. Everyone was calling out, "What the hell was THAT???" I was so tickled by my clumsiness that I giggled about it for some time afterwards. TRD was torn between concern for me and trying not to laugh his ass off. It was hilarious. I have a VERY sore eyebrow/bone thingie today. Haha.
Date night with TRD tonight. Lucky girl :-D He is sooo happy in his new digs. It's such a nice, spacious, well maintained place. He is so happy there. I love hanging out with him there. He made me lasagna last week for our date night. Tonight I'm making us chicken noodle soup, since both of us have been a little under the weather. I'm telling you what, I love that man with every bone in my body, but he is the BIGGEST baby when he is sick. Talk about drama king. Hehe.
I had wanted to get the Christmas tree last Saturday when Papoose #1 was home, but I was gone during the day then she was gone all evening, so the timing was off. This Saturday will mark the first time in almost 20 years that she has not been with us when we shop for, then decorate our Christmas tree.
I am going to have zero money to Christmas shop with this year. I don't have any money to steal from Peter to pay Paul or anything. This is a pretty crummy feeling. I know that isn't the important part of the Holidays, but I so enjoy picking up something for the Papooses etc that will make them happy. Every cent I earn goes to the house and bills. This is gonna be sad to me. Urg.
Every time we have a fund raiser for a school at Job #2, 90% of the parents that show up get snookered on margaritas and beer. Interesting.
We also have a big PTA group that comes in for their monthly meeting and uses our banquet room. Boy howdy, do those women put away some alcohol. We even had one go home with a dude that picked her up there!!! Left her car and went home with him. Another one was discovered in a compromising position, with a man that was not her husband, by TRD one night when he locked up and left out the back door. Poor guy was like "I don't care, I don't want to know, just please let me leave" when she was following him to his truck trying to justify and explain herself. Haha.
My Bestie has been incredible about stepping in and parenting Papoose #2 for me while I'm away working. It is such a blessing to have her there with us. Pap #2 just adores her.
Bestie has also adopted our little female chihuahua Lilly. She is not really an animal lover, but she loves Lilly and has taken to letting her sleep with her and buying her clothes and just generally hauling her around with her. See? Everyone benefits from having a Bestie around the house!!!
We have had a broken toilet in our backyard for five weeks now. Mister Wonderful threw it out there when he flipped out about having to replace it after he cracked the old one when he was putting it back together after removing it to clear a bad clog and replace the seal. No, I'm not going to pick it up during my twelve hours I have off work a week. And yes, I am keeping track of how long he leaves it out there. Fucking gross. All we need now are a couple pit bulls chained up in the yard and some fighting cocks crowing out there.
Yes, the MW fantasies about having two wives have begun in our house. Too funny.
He has started back on his Effexor. The world will be a better place if we can keep him taking them this time. If ever there was a person that needed medical intervention, it's that man.
I still don't like twitter.
Well, I've bored you all enough for one day.
Have a great day, and stay warm.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Ok, How The Hell Do I Do This Twitter Thing??
So far, the only person I've found is Wendell. What's everyone else's damn name thingies on there?????
WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME KATHLEEN WAS BLOGGING AGAIN????
Dammit all to hell!!!!! Now I feel like the weird kid that doesn't get invited to all the cool parties and doesn't have anyone to sit with at lunch.....
Buncha bullies.
Pout.
Buncha bullies.
Pout.
It's Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When I walked in the door around midnight last night, there was a beautiful vase full of flowers on the table. Bestie and Papoose #2 got them for me. Is that the sweetest thing ever, or what?????
The house also smelled wonderful from the turkey pot pie Bestie had made for the family earlier that night.
Papoose #1 is coming home for the weekend. I'm a happy momma.
We will all be going to get our Christmas tree on Saturday night.
Still don't know if the parade is a go or if they will cancel it.
As you all know, I adore all animals. I especially love my horses. But, I have to say in all honesty, the fact that they may/will be opening up slaughter houses to deal with unwanted horses is actually very incredibly good news for horses. I would rather know that they are being put down and processed for useful purposes than to see them starve to death. If there is a place people can take them if they can no longer care for them, or the horses are aged or for any other reason are unwanted, that will cut down on all horses suffering in the end. As it is now, horses are slowly starving to death all over the place, they are neglected, they are having their brands cut off of their bodies and being turned loose to live or die in the middle of nowhere.....having all sunshine and daisy ideals about stopping horse slaughter and the bills that passed to support that, is the most cruel thing that has happened to the horse industry in decades. Anyhow, that's my two cents.
Just because my friends and I can and will keep our animals till the day they die, doesn't mean everyone can or will. We need somewhere for those poor beasts to be taken. Think about it from a different perspective.
All of these people that keep killing their kids need to be tortured and killed. No waste of taxpayer money evaluating, prosecuting and feeding them for the rest of their lives. Mother fuckers need to be disposed of.
Papoose #2 has Saturday school from 8am to noon tomorrow for tardies she got from us not getting out of the house on time a few days a couple weeks ago. Oops. That shit needs to never happen again. We are so naughty.
Although I believe that our government is a massively corrupt and greedy entity, I wouldn't want to live anywhere else in the world, really.
Except maybe Australia. And they won't have me permanently, to be sure.
I only slept a couple of hours last night, broken sleep, because my dumb ass had a cup of coffee last night, on top of the diet coke I had been drinking from lunch all the way through my drive home. Dumb ass.
One of our mangers in training has an old pos cell phone. One of the things the manager on duty has to do is send our hourly sales to all the other managers and owners. Well, this particular fellow didn't have anything on his phone where he could group his contacts in order to send these group texts out to everyone, so he downloaded what he thought was an app to fix that. What it ended up being was some sort of chat room type thing. He starts messing with it a little after midnight the other night, and hilarity ensued. He had dozens of people texting wtf back and forth to each other, people being woke up who had to be at work at 3am etc. Nobody could figure out wth was going on and why all these texts were flying around. The poor guy won't live that one down for awhile.
I am at a dead point on my desk at Job #1 right now. In between having enough to do, because I'm waiting for things from other people in order to move forward. I hate that. I hate not being busy.
I wanna be in bed with a good book right now.
Have a good day peeps.
The house also smelled wonderful from the turkey pot pie Bestie had made for the family earlier that night.
Papoose #1 is coming home for the weekend. I'm a happy momma.
We will all be going to get our Christmas tree on Saturday night.
Still don't know if the parade is a go or if they will cancel it.
As you all know, I adore all animals. I especially love my horses. But, I have to say in all honesty, the fact that they may/will be opening up slaughter houses to deal with unwanted horses is actually very incredibly good news for horses. I would rather know that they are being put down and processed for useful purposes than to see them starve to death. If there is a place people can take them if they can no longer care for them, or the horses are aged or for any other reason are unwanted, that will cut down on all horses suffering in the end. As it is now, horses are slowly starving to death all over the place, they are neglected, they are having their brands cut off of their bodies and being turned loose to live or die in the middle of nowhere.....having all sunshine and daisy ideals about stopping horse slaughter and the bills that passed to support that, is the most cruel thing that has happened to the horse industry in decades. Anyhow, that's my two cents.
Just because my friends and I can and will keep our animals till the day they die, doesn't mean everyone can or will. We need somewhere for those poor beasts to be taken. Think about it from a different perspective.
All of these people that keep killing their kids need to be tortured and killed. No waste of taxpayer money evaluating, prosecuting and feeding them for the rest of their lives. Mother fuckers need to be disposed of.
Papoose #2 has Saturday school from 8am to noon tomorrow for tardies she got from us not getting out of the house on time a few days a couple weeks ago. Oops. That shit needs to never happen again. We are so naughty.
Although I believe that our government is a massively corrupt and greedy entity, I wouldn't want to live anywhere else in the world, really.
Except maybe Australia. And they won't have me permanently, to be sure.
I only slept a couple of hours last night, broken sleep, because my dumb ass had a cup of coffee last night, on top of the diet coke I had been drinking from lunch all the way through my drive home. Dumb ass.
One of our mangers in training has an old pos cell phone. One of the things the manager on duty has to do is send our hourly sales to all the other managers and owners. Well, this particular fellow didn't have anything on his phone where he could group his contacts in order to send these group texts out to everyone, so he downloaded what he thought was an app to fix that. What it ended up being was some sort of chat room type thing. He starts messing with it a little after midnight the other night, and hilarity ensued. He had dozens of people texting wtf back and forth to each other, people being woke up who had to be at work at 3am etc. Nobody could figure out wth was going on and why all these texts were flying around. The poor guy won't live that one down for awhile.
I am at a dead point on my desk at Job #1 right now. In between having enough to do, because I'm waiting for things from other people in order to move forward. I hate that. I hate not being busy.
I wanna be in bed with a good book right now.
Have a good day peeps.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Friday Eve
I think I just fell a little bit in love with the other gal in the office.....she brought me yummy junk food from Jack in the Crack. Mmmmmm, SO worth the tummy ache that should be hitting in about five, four, three, two.......
Laurent Robinson, #81 of your Dallas Cowboys, is a really neat guy. His wife/fiance is a doll too. He came to our store and signed autographs and took pics with customers/fans. Had dinner with us and we all had the best time. Really nice kid.
The Real Deal gave me the most lovely ring for Christmas. It makes me happy when I look at it.
Mister Wonderful has been on his best behavior since Bestie has moved in. He is just so damn smitten with her, it's pretty funny. We call her his other wife.
My Bestie is a really neat person. Classy, and has great taste. Dresses great. I feel like such a bum around her hahahaha. It's like Mister Wonderful and I both gained a wife, having her around the house. She is keeping the house in order, even with the Papooses in and out of there. That's more than I can manage half the time, thats for darn sure.
We have heart ache going on in our tepee. Papoose #1 can't get anyone to give her any student loans without a cosigner, and with the bankruptcy etc, my credit is too trashed to be of any help to her. She may not be able to go to school for this semester, and it's killing me that I can't do anything to help her. I don't know what to do. She is stressed out and depressed about it. The loans she has had up till now, she has paid back faster than required and been so diligent about it. Gets straight A's too. But since she isn't staying at Tarleton as an RL, she loses that scholarship that paid for so much of her schooling.
I just don't know what to do now. She has worked so hard.
I'm guessing our Stockyards Christmas parade is going to be rained out this Saturday?
Well, short and sweet. Gotta get back to work.
Peace, all.
Laurent Robinson, #81 of your Dallas Cowboys, is a really neat guy. His wife/fiance is a doll too. He came to our store and signed autographs and took pics with customers/fans. Had dinner with us and we all had the best time. Really nice kid.
The Real Deal gave me the most lovely ring for Christmas. It makes me happy when I look at it.
Mister Wonderful has been on his best behavior since Bestie has moved in. He is just so damn smitten with her, it's pretty funny. We call her his other wife.
My Bestie is a really neat person. Classy, and has great taste. Dresses great. I feel like such a bum around her hahahaha. It's like Mister Wonderful and I both gained a wife, having her around the house. She is keeping the house in order, even with the Papooses in and out of there. That's more than I can manage half the time, thats for darn sure.
We have heart ache going on in our tepee. Papoose #1 can't get anyone to give her any student loans without a cosigner, and with the bankruptcy etc, my credit is too trashed to be of any help to her. She may not be able to go to school for this semester, and it's killing me that I can't do anything to help her. I don't know what to do. She is stressed out and depressed about it. The loans she has had up till now, she has paid back faster than required and been so diligent about it. Gets straight A's too. But since she isn't staying at Tarleton as an RL, she loses that scholarship that paid for so much of her schooling.
I just don't know what to do now. She has worked so hard.
I'm guessing our Stockyards Christmas parade is going to be rained out this Saturday?
Well, short and sweet. Gotta get back to work.
Peace, all.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Fucktards Among Us
Where to begin.
The parade of lights....the parade that I personally have approximately $750.00 of my own hard earned coin invested in......went well, actually. Although my awesome but still very young and green horse spent the ENTIRE time at the verge of meltdown. He even pulled a hi ho silver when the frigging marching band came out of a side street and fired up directly behind us. What a beating.
We have another parade this weekend in the Stockyards. It is at least a daytime parade, and I am hoping it will be a little less traumatic for him. Hoping. Otherwise, YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Papoose #1 will be back in DFW around December 15th to start her "regroup and get my shit together" semester. She will be taking classes online and locally, and working to save up some money. She has gone at it a million percent the past few years and is just emotionally, physically and mentally burned the hell out. I'm proud of her for making the decision to do things a little bit differently for a semester. It is the right decision.
You're a mean one, Mister Grinch.........on my radio right now.
We had about 30 people show up at three minutes till closing time last night. Yes, I was pleasant. Yes, I was sweet and professional. Yes, I wanted to shoot them all in the face.
I got in bed at about 1:30 this morning. At 2:30am I jerked awake to either extremely loud crying or laughing, I couldn't decipher which, since I had been in a dead exhausted slumber and was yanked out of it and still groggy. Stumbled down the hall to Besties room, knocked and asked her if she was ok. She seemed confused as to why I would ask such a thing. Ummm, I'm gonna say BECAUSE IT WAS 2:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND I'M NOT USED TO LOUDNESS IN THE HOUSE DURING THOSE HOURS ON NIGHTS EVERYONE HAS TO GET UP EARLY. Anyhow, I don't know about other people, but when I get startled awake my heart races and sometimes it even sort of upsets my stomach. Well, that's what happened last night, so it took me a good half hour before I could fall back to sleep. It's cool though, it's all just a settling in adjustment time for everyone. It's part of being family :-)
Then Mister Wonderful made sure to wake me up early this morning before he left for work. So all in all, I ended up with about three and a half hours of interrupted sleep. And everyone wonders why I'm an Angry Squaw!!! Hahaha!!!!
Thanksgiving was great. The meal came out superb. It made me so happy that Bestie loved all of our food too. You know how everyone does things differently, and I was so worried she wouldn't enjoy the meal. So happy she did. Papoose #1 was SO thrilled to have a real home cooked meal. A full tummy was had by all.
And THEN...............Mister Wonderful started in on the Crown Royal Black. He drank nearly a whole bottle. Not the little bottle either, the big fucker. His behavior was rather irritating after awhile. I had to beat him with a metal spoon to get him to go to bed and leave everyone alone. No, that is not a normal thing. But after HOURS of him saying and doing INCREDIBLY inappropriate things and everyone being entertained by, then patient with him, after HOURS of him wanting to fight the men and wrestle the girls.....we were done. He refused to get up and leave the room. So I beat the hell out of him with a metal spoon then ran for my life as he lumbered along behind me threatening to kill me. By the time he made it to the bedroom, he had forgotten he was pissed off. I poured him into bed and spent the last few hours before daylight keeping an eye on him, rousing him up every so often to make sure he would respond. I was terrified he had poisoned himself.
Fucktard.
Oh yeah, a couple times during the evening, he actually pulled his balls out of his basketball shorts, to show everyone how huge they are. Yes, he really did that. Another time, I look up and he's got his shorts down off his ass, bent over, making his ass cheeks talk.
*Sigh*
I was up and out early a few hours later, buying horse feed and making last minute preparations for the parade.
Evidently when he finally roused out of bed the next day, he asked one of our house guests "Why does my head hurt so bad???" guest replied "That would be the Crown" then he asked the guest "Why does my body hurt so much???" to which the guest replied "Well, THAT would be your wife!!!"
I can't say I didn't enjoy that part just a tiny little bit.
Rat Bastard.
The parade of lights....the parade that I personally have approximately $750.00 of my own hard earned coin invested in......went well, actually. Although my awesome but still very young and green horse spent the ENTIRE time at the verge of meltdown. He even pulled a hi ho silver when the frigging marching band came out of a side street and fired up directly behind us. What a beating.
We have another parade this weekend in the Stockyards. It is at least a daytime parade, and I am hoping it will be a little less traumatic for him. Hoping. Otherwise, YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
Papoose #1 will be back in DFW around December 15th to start her "regroup and get my shit together" semester. She will be taking classes online and locally, and working to save up some money. She has gone at it a million percent the past few years and is just emotionally, physically and mentally burned the hell out. I'm proud of her for making the decision to do things a little bit differently for a semester. It is the right decision.
You're a mean one, Mister Grinch.........on my radio right now.
We had about 30 people show up at three minutes till closing time last night. Yes, I was pleasant. Yes, I was sweet and professional. Yes, I wanted to shoot them all in the face.
I got in bed at about 1:30 this morning. At 2:30am I jerked awake to either extremely loud crying or laughing, I couldn't decipher which, since I had been in a dead exhausted slumber and was yanked out of it and still groggy. Stumbled down the hall to Besties room, knocked and asked her if she was ok. She seemed confused as to why I would ask such a thing. Ummm, I'm gonna say BECAUSE IT WAS 2:30 IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND I'M NOT USED TO LOUDNESS IN THE HOUSE DURING THOSE HOURS ON NIGHTS EVERYONE HAS TO GET UP EARLY. Anyhow, I don't know about other people, but when I get startled awake my heart races and sometimes it even sort of upsets my stomach. Well, that's what happened last night, so it took me a good half hour before I could fall back to sleep. It's cool though, it's all just a settling in adjustment time for everyone. It's part of being family :-)
Then Mister Wonderful made sure to wake me up early this morning before he left for work. So all in all, I ended up with about three and a half hours of interrupted sleep. And everyone wonders why I'm an Angry Squaw!!! Hahaha!!!!
Thanksgiving was great. The meal came out superb. It made me so happy that Bestie loved all of our food too. You know how everyone does things differently, and I was so worried she wouldn't enjoy the meal. So happy she did. Papoose #1 was SO thrilled to have a real home cooked meal. A full tummy was had by all.
And THEN...............Mister Wonderful started in on the Crown Royal Black. He drank nearly a whole bottle. Not the little bottle either, the big fucker. His behavior was rather irritating after awhile. I had to beat him with a metal spoon to get him to go to bed and leave everyone alone. No, that is not a normal thing. But after HOURS of him saying and doing INCREDIBLY inappropriate things and everyone being entertained by, then patient with him, after HOURS of him wanting to fight the men and wrestle the girls.....we were done. He refused to get up and leave the room. So I beat the hell out of him with a metal spoon then ran for my life as he lumbered along behind me threatening to kill me. By the time he made it to the bedroom, he had forgotten he was pissed off. I poured him into bed and spent the last few hours before daylight keeping an eye on him, rousing him up every so often to make sure he would respond. I was terrified he had poisoned himself.
Fucktard.
Oh yeah, a couple times during the evening, he actually pulled his balls out of his basketball shorts, to show everyone how huge they are. Yes, he really did that. Another time, I look up and he's got his shorts down off his ass, bent over, making his ass cheeks talk.
*Sigh*
I was up and out early a few hours later, buying horse feed and making last minute preparations for the parade.
Evidently when he finally roused out of bed the next day, he asked one of our house guests "Why does my head hurt so bad???" guest replied "That would be the Crown" then he asked the guest "Why does my body hurt so much???" to which the guest replied "Well, THAT would be your wife!!!"
I can't say I didn't enjoy that part just a tiny little bit.
Rat Bastard.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Weary Travelers
Well, I'm back!!!!
Didja miss me???
I got up at the butt crack of "why the fuck do they even HAVE flights this early" on Thursday and headed to DFW. Flight left on time as did my connection in Phoenix. Way cool.
I was picked to do the body scanner thingie. The lady behind me said "Aww man, no fair!! Why didn't you pick me???" Uh, ok.
I was surprised they didn't confiscate my tweezers.
I may or may not have had a few too many beers while I was packing Wednesday night. I may or may not have been hung the fuck over for my flights. Oy, the misery.
The charging port on my phone decided to go tits up during the trip. That was a special kind of joy right there. Then when I go to do a claim on the insurance and get a new phone, I find out that the idiots somehow deleted coverage on my phone as well as Papoose #2's phone. The Real Deal called them and got it straightened out for my phone, but they won't add it back to Papoose #2's phone. Her phone is fine and dandy, and she is super close to an upgrade anyhow, so if anything ever goes wrong with the one she's got, we should be ok anyway. It will be a few days before I can make a claim and get a new phone. No biggie.
We stayed in Morrow Bay Thursday night. It was so great. We hit all the little shops and looked at the sea lions lounging about. Then we split a sampler platter of seafood and listened to live entertainment while looking out over the ocean. It was so serene.
It had been 20 years since I'd been home. It was surreal seeing everything again.
And no Jar, I didn't fly to California to get a horse, hahaha. I flew there to pick up my Bestie. She was in need of a drastic change, so I flew out there and brought her back. She rented a Uhaul trailer, we hooked it up to her truck, loaded it down with every single thing she owns and drove back to Texas.
I hope she likes Texas. I feel very responsible for whether or not she is happy here. Stressing me out.
I'm making tacos for dinner tonight. Papoose #1 called me while we were on the road, asking me what kind of hamburger to use for tacos and got me craving them so were gonna strap on the taco feed bag at the tepee tonight!!
We will find out today if all the shit I bought for decorating the carts and horses for the parade all works together. I'm a freaking nervous wreck about it. Ugh. Lots and lots of people depending on me to make it all happen...............
We brought back salt water taffy and a couple of treasures for the Papooses. Some they will get tonight, some will be saved for Christmas presents.
My Bestie is a much better mother than I am. She has a knack. She has never had kids of her own, but she's still a better momma than I am.
Well, I've got some things to do. Better get back to work!
Will share more about the trip later. Suffice it to say, it was a LONG FUCKING DRIVE. Haha.
Have a good day all.
Didja miss me???
I got up at the butt crack of "why the fuck do they even HAVE flights this early" on Thursday and headed to DFW. Flight left on time as did my connection in Phoenix. Way cool.
I was picked to do the body scanner thingie. The lady behind me said "Aww man, no fair!! Why didn't you pick me???" Uh, ok.
I was surprised they didn't confiscate my tweezers.
I may or may not have had a few too many beers while I was packing Wednesday night. I may or may not have been hung the fuck over for my flights. Oy, the misery.
The charging port on my phone decided to go tits up during the trip. That was a special kind of joy right there. Then when I go to do a claim on the insurance and get a new phone, I find out that the idiots somehow deleted coverage on my phone as well as Papoose #2's phone. The Real Deal called them and got it straightened out for my phone, but they won't add it back to Papoose #2's phone. Her phone is fine and dandy, and she is super close to an upgrade anyhow, so if anything ever goes wrong with the one she's got, we should be ok anyway. It will be a few days before I can make a claim and get a new phone. No biggie.
We stayed in Morrow Bay Thursday night. It was so great. We hit all the little shops and looked at the sea lions lounging about. Then we split a sampler platter of seafood and listened to live entertainment while looking out over the ocean. It was so serene.
It had been 20 years since I'd been home. It was surreal seeing everything again.
And no Jar, I didn't fly to California to get a horse, hahaha. I flew there to pick up my Bestie. She was in need of a drastic change, so I flew out there and brought her back. She rented a Uhaul trailer, we hooked it up to her truck, loaded it down with every single thing she owns and drove back to Texas.
I hope she likes Texas. I feel very responsible for whether or not she is happy here. Stressing me out.
I'm making tacos for dinner tonight. Papoose #1 called me while we were on the road, asking me what kind of hamburger to use for tacos and got me craving them so were gonna strap on the taco feed bag at the tepee tonight!!
We will find out today if all the shit I bought for decorating the carts and horses for the parade all works together. I'm a freaking nervous wreck about it. Ugh. Lots and lots of people depending on me to make it all happen...............
We brought back salt water taffy and a couple of treasures for the Papooses. Some they will get tonight, some will be saved for Christmas presents.
My Bestie is a much better mother than I am. She has a knack. She has never had kids of her own, but she's still a better momma than I am.
Well, I've got some things to do. Better get back to work!
Will share more about the trip later. Suffice it to say, it was a LONG FUCKING DRIVE. Haha.
Have a good day all.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
And Awayyyyy We Go!!!
My flight leaves DFW at 6am Thursday morning. That means, if I am a good little traveler and plan to get to the airport two hours early like I am supposed to, I will have to leave my house by 3am to get to DFW by 4am. Considering I have to load a trailer and start the drive back to Texas as soon as I get off the plane, I am not sure if I may not just be a rebel and get to the airport one hour early instead. Ugh.
I have SO much to do tomorrow evening before I go. That is the only evening I have off, so I have a lot of chores to cram into a few hours.
All the lights have arrived for all of the decorations for the Parade of Lights we are doing in Ft. Worth the day after Turkey Day. So excited!!! All we are waiting for now are the batteries and inverters to arrive. They are due to be delivered the end of this week. I did all the ordering of everything so that we would all match for sure. I have more lights and crap all over the place than you can shake a stick at. Such fun!!
That new driving horse of mine is absolutely phenomenal. What an incredible animal. I'm having such fun with him. I wish I had more time to work with him. This Saturday only thing is making me crabby.
The Real Deal got me an early Christmas present :-) It's so pretty. It's being sized right now.
The service engine light went out on the jalopy after I got gas a day or two after the light first came on. I guess maybe the cap wasn't on all the way or something. At least that's what I've been telling myself since it "fixed" itself. Still going to take my Guardian Angel of All Things Jalopy's advice and have it run on the computer at the auto store though. Just as soon as I have ten minutes to stop by.
Papoose #1 will be coming home for a semester. Well, not technically 'home', but back to the DFW area. She will be staying in The Real Deals extra room and getting some of her classes taken care of from a local campus before transferring down to A&M. I think she needs the break to have time to be with family and work a good job and save some money up. She has been hard at it for years now and has nearly burnt herself out. As long as she's still going to school, I think she's making the right decision for her for right now.
She will be home mid December, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
I get so sick and tired of reading the horrific stories of all of the awful things people do to each other. Especially the awful things people, nay PARENTS, do to their sweet trusting kids. But I also feel terribly guilty if I turn my back and don't read about it. So sad.
I love the holidays. My favorite time of year, by far. I love Christmas music. I get really sick and tired of having to defend the fact that I like to listen to Christmas music. Every year, I get bitched at for playing it. This year, I'm not arguing the point. Not one time, not to one person. Makes me happy and reminds me of my mom.
The first time Mister Wonderful went Christmas shopping with my mother and I, we'd been dating about two months at the time, my mother and I spontaneously burst into song at the same time, singing the same Christmas carol in the parking lot of the Del Monte Mall in Monterey California where we lived. I thought Mister Wonderful was going to sell his soul for the ground to open up and swallow him. He used to be incredibly self conscious about things like that. I've worn him down over the years hahaha.
The Christmas song we burst into top volume was Sleigh Ride.
It's going to be a long drive this weekend. Looking forward to it, but man is it ever going to be a long drive. Can't go into detail about the trip yet. Sort of a covert ops thing. Hahahahahaa.
We have 18 months to get two more stores opened up in our territory. That is not very long. We haven't even recovered from opening the second one yet. Has to be done though, or our territory goes up for grabs. Sure will be nice when we start seeing our owner interest money coming in from these stores. Right now it's just work work work work. Bleh.
I was carrying the 5 gallon bucket of margarita mix to the cooler last night and the lid came off and dumped margarita all down the front of me. I was covered in it from my boobs to my knees. We didn't have another shirt for me to change into either. So I had to finish the last couple hours of the night like that. Thank goodness I didn't get pulled over on the way home.....as exhausted as I am all the time and smelling like that, they never would have believed I was sober!!
FYI, margaritas are a sticky nasty messy drink.
Ok, enough with the boring stuff. Time to work now.
I have SO much to do tomorrow evening before I go. That is the only evening I have off, so I have a lot of chores to cram into a few hours.
All the lights have arrived for all of the decorations for the Parade of Lights we are doing in Ft. Worth the day after Turkey Day. So excited!!! All we are waiting for now are the batteries and inverters to arrive. They are due to be delivered the end of this week. I did all the ordering of everything so that we would all match for sure. I have more lights and crap all over the place than you can shake a stick at. Such fun!!
That new driving horse of mine is absolutely phenomenal. What an incredible animal. I'm having such fun with him. I wish I had more time to work with him. This Saturday only thing is making me crabby.
The Real Deal got me an early Christmas present :-) It's so pretty. It's being sized right now.
The service engine light went out on the jalopy after I got gas a day or two after the light first came on. I guess maybe the cap wasn't on all the way or something. At least that's what I've been telling myself since it "fixed" itself. Still going to take my Guardian Angel of All Things Jalopy's advice and have it run on the computer at the auto store though. Just as soon as I have ten minutes to stop by.
Papoose #1 will be coming home for a semester. Well, not technically 'home', but back to the DFW area. She will be staying in The Real Deals extra room and getting some of her classes taken care of from a local campus before transferring down to A&M. I think she needs the break to have time to be with family and work a good job and save some money up. She has been hard at it for years now and has nearly burnt herself out. As long as she's still going to school, I think she's making the right decision for her for right now.
She will be home mid December, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
I get so sick and tired of reading the horrific stories of all of the awful things people do to each other. Especially the awful things people, nay PARENTS, do to their sweet trusting kids. But I also feel terribly guilty if I turn my back and don't read about it. So sad.
I love the holidays. My favorite time of year, by far. I love Christmas music. I get really sick and tired of having to defend the fact that I like to listen to Christmas music. Every year, I get bitched at for playing it. This year, I'm not arguing the point. Not one time, not to one person. Makes me happy and reminds me of my mom.
The first time Mister Wonderful went Christmas shopping with my mother and I, we'd been dating about two months at the time, my mother and I spontaneously burst into song at the same time, singing the same Christmas carol in the parking lot of the Del Monte Mall in Monterey California where we lived. I thought Mister Wonderful was going to sell his soul for the ground to open up and swallow him. He used to be incredibly self conscious about things like that. I've worn him down over the years hahaha.
The Christmas song we burst into top volume was Sleigh Ride.
It's going to be a long drive this weekend. Looking forward to it, but man is it ever going to be a long drive. Can't go into detail about the trip yet. Sort of a covert ops thing. Hahahahahaa.
We have 18 months to get two more stores opened up in our territory. That is not very long. We haven't even recovered from opening the second one yet. Has to be done though, or our territory goes up for grabs. Sure will be nice when we start seeing our owner interest money coming in from these stores. Right now it's just work work work work. Bleh.
I was carrying the 5 gallon bucket of margarita mix to the cooler last night and the lid came off and dumped margarita all down the front of me. I was covered in it from my boobs to my knees. We didn't have another shirt for me to change into either. So I had to finish the last couple hours of the night like that. Thank goodness I didn't get pulled over on the way home.....as exhausted as I am all the time and smelling like that, they never would have believed I was sober!!
FYI, margaritas are a sticky nasty messy drink.
Ok, enough with the boring stuff. Time to work now.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
My Body Tried To Kill Me
It started on Saturday, and I'm just now feeling back to normal today.
I don't know what it was, but it tried to kill me, swear to bees balls.
I felt 'off' Friday and Saturday, then Saturday night/Sunday morning a little after midnight, I woke up and sprinted to the bathroom.
This started my 16 hours straight of vomiting and having vile things come out of pretty much every body orifice imaginable. The vomiting got so bad that I couldn't even catch my breath in between.
Evidently, I was so incoherent and unresponsive that Mister Wonderful wanted to take me to the ER, but I told him I'd shoot him in the face if he did, because I didn't have the money for a hospital visit. So instead, he force fed me G2 Gatorade and just kept checking that I was alive in between my bouts of getting sick.
Averaged about every 15-20 minutes for 16 hours straight. Even after the vomiting stopped, there were other, equally disgusting things going on. Even after that stopped, I was out of it and couldn't hold my own head up. They continued to force feed me water and G2.
I don't remember much of anything from about 6am Sunday morning till some time Monday.
I was damn sick.
I finally ate some food last night. It tasted pretty darn good.
Forced myself back to work Tuesday, both jobs. I have been forcing myself through every step and breath of the day, just to get through. Can't afford to miss the time I already missed, much less any more.
This morning when the alarm went off and I opened my eyes, I laid there and took inventory and was so freaking happy when I felt like I could actually step out of bed without calling upon every shred of will power I had.
Today is a good day.
P.S. Mister Wonderful said "Dammit, you are the hardest damn woman to kill" about my near death experience. He followed that up with "I'll have to adjust the dosage next time"
He's a funny fucker.
I don't know what it was, but it tried to kill me, swear to bees balls.
I felt 'off' Friday and Saturday, then Saturday night/Sunday morning a little after midnight, I woke up and sprinted to the bathroom.
This started my 16 hours straight of vomiting and having vile things come out of pretty much every body orifice imaginable. The vomiting got so bad that I couldn't even catch my breath in between.
Evidently, I was so incoherent and unresponsive that Mister Wonderful wanted to take me to the ER, but I told him I'd shoot him in the face if he did, because I didn't have the money for a hospital visit. So instead, he force fed me G2 Gatorade and just kept checking that I was alive in between my bouts of getting sick.
Averaged about every 15-20 minutes for 16 hours straight. Even after the vomiting stopped, there were other, equally disgusting things going on. Even after that stopped, I was out of it and couldn't hold my own head up. They continued to force feed me water and G2.
I don't remember much of anything from about 6am Sunday morning till some time Monday.
I was damn sick.
I finally ate some food last night. It tasted pretty darn good.
Forced myself back to work Tuesday, both jobs. I have been forcing myself through every step and breath of the day, just to get through. Can't afford to miss the time I already missed, much less any more.
This morning when the alarm went off and I opened my eyes, I laid there and took inventory and was so freaking happy when I felt like I could actually step out of bed without calling upon every shred of will power I had.
Today is a good day.
P.S. Mister Wonderful said "Dammit, you are the hardest damn woman to kill" about my near death experience. He followed that up with "I'll have to adjust the dosage next time"
He's a funny fucker.
Friday, November 4, 2011
TGIF
Of all the weirdness about Courtney Stodden and Doug Hutchison, I think it's the bizarre way she is always holding her mouth that creeps me out the most. And the uneven spray tan. Ugh.
My bestie sent me the sweetest card. She is so thoughtful about things like that. I have much to learn from her on such things.
I wonder how many people will go out and buy Glade Relaxing Moments Water Blossoms after reading El Chupacabras blog. Heehee.
My new medicine gives me hellacious headaches. Also upsets my stomach. Hoping those are some of the symptoms that will go away as my body adjusts to it. Because man, these headaches are almost unbearable.
The 'Service Engine Soon' light came on in the jalopy on the way to work today. I don't know what that means. I just had the oil changed and all the fluid levels checked a couple of weeks ago, and they said everything looks great. So what does that mean?? Anyone??
The Real Deal has almost every single bill he's ever had paid off now. He is so good with his money. I'm so proud of him. Talk about working your way up from nothing. And I mean NOTHING. Nowhere to live, no car, no job.....he's had some rough times.
Papoose #1 is going to come home for a semester. She has some classes that she needs to take online anyhow, so she is going to come home and move in with The Real Deal at his new place, go to school and work and save some money. Then I believe she is transferring to A&M. Since Tarleton is part of A&M, all of her scholarships and RL training and position will transfer with her. I truly think this is the right decision for her right now, with all of the things going on. She's worked so hard, and is so far ahead of the game. Of course, as a momma, having her closer has NOTHING to do with that. Haha.
Papoose #2 has cross country Regionals tomorrow. She is nervous. She qualified alone and with her team. Fingers crossed!!!
Papoose #2 also made the coolest white pumpkin and floral centerpiece. I didn't think to snap a pic of it this morning, but will do that tonight and post it. Such a little creative thing, she is. Both of my girls are SO creative. They sure as shit didn't get that from me. I'm horrible at that stuff. I can barely dress myself.
Ok, work time. Have a greet weekend, all.
My bestie sent me the sweetest card. She is so thoughtful about things like that. I have much to learn from her on such things.
I wonder how many people will go out and buy Glade Relaxing Moments Water Blossoms after reading El Chupacabras blog. Heehee.
My new medicine gives me hellacious headaches. Also upsets my stomach. Hoping those are some of the symptoms that will go away as my body adjusts to it. Because man, these headaches are almost unbearable.
The 'Service Engine Soon' light came on in the jalopy on the way to work today. I don't know what that means. I just had the oil changed and all the fluid levels checked a couple of weeks ago, and they said everything looks great. So what does that mean?? Anyone??
The Real Deal has almost every single bill he's ever had paid off now. He is so good with his money. I'm so proud of him. Talk about working your way up from nothing. And I mean NOTHING. Nowhere to live, no car, no job.....he's had some rough times.
Papoose #1 is going to come home for a semester. She has some classes that she needs to take online anyhow, so she is going to come home and move in with The Real Deal at his new place, go to school and work and save some money. Then I believe she is transferring to A&M. Since Tarleton is part of A&M, all of her scholarships and RL training and position will transfer with her. I truly think this is the right decision for her right now, with all of the things going on. She's worked so hard, and is so far ahead of the game. Of course, as a momma, having her closer has NOTHING to do with that. Haha.
Papoose #2 has cross country Regionals tomorrow. She is nervous. She qualified alone and with her team. Fingers crossed!!!
Papoose #2 also made the coolest white pumpkin and floral centerpiece. I didn't think to snap a pic of it this morning, but will do that tonight and post it. Such a little creative thing, she is. Both of my girls are SO creative. They sure as shit didn't get that from me. I'm horrible at that stuff. I can barely dress myself.
Ok, work time. Have a greet weekend, all.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Medicated is Better for All Involved
Back on my happy meds. Yes, stopped taking them. The umm, errr, side affects were more than I was willing to deal with. But, this is a necessary evil for now. So I started them again yesterday after picking them up at lunch. The world is a better place for it.
I waited in line at IGA for 15 minutes while the pharmacy tech repeatedly called the MediCaid (or whatever its called) office, trying to get a live person to ok one of the dozen prescriptions the lady ahead of me was picking up. After the other people in the line started grumbling and getting incredibly restless, the customer ahead of me finally says "I'll come back for that one, they never want to pay for it!! Why should I pay 10.00 when I should be getting it for free????" Freaking really lady?? Seriously?? My tax dollars are paying for all the shit you have there on the counter, and you can't come up with $10.00 to cover one Rx?? Sell off some of the fifteen earrings you have going the entire length of your ear to make the ten bucks, seriously. Or maybe one of the twenty rings you have on every finger. Chick looked like a fucking gypsy, I swear.
Joe Cocker's voice makes me want to stab myself in the ears with ice picks. Same thing with that black guy with the cocoa puffs on his face that sang that duet with Linda Ronstadt, Aaron Neville. Good Lord. Just heard those two back to back on Yahoo Music. Shoot me.
Mariah Carey has great music, but I always turn it off when it gets to that squeaky squealing shit she always does in every song she's ever made. Bleh. Who actually likes that shit??????
I never proof read this thing anymore. No telling what I throw out there. Same thing with my text messages. I just don't have the time or inclination to go back and change crap.
I used to have a friend that was absolutely MAD about that nasty sphincter muscle sandwich The McRib. I mean crazy in love with those things. Would be so upset every time they took them back off the menu. It was interesting reading yesterday about what those are actually made out of, and what the real reason is, business wise, as to why they are on and off the menu. I like learning new things, no matter how mundane or inconsequential.
I actually had an older female customer say "That's what she said" to me last night at Job #2. I was not sure how to react to a fifty something year old woman saying something that even my youngest daughter has grown out of........
Man, 114 was glowing with red and blue lights this morning. The dps guys had several haulers pulled over, doing inspections all over the place, right on the side of the road, and the Boyd officers had several people pulled over as well. Nothing but lights all the way down my little section of 144 from the light to work. Wild. Glad it wasn't me!! No extra dough for a ticket nowadays, for sure!!
My happy pills give me horrific dry mouth/throat/eyes. This causes problems with my contacts. The dry throat part of it also causes a problem with me even being able to swallow the pill itself. They stick in my throat, no matter how much I drink to try to avoid it.
Shut up Jar. Naughty thinker.
Yesterday was The Real Deals birthday. Yep, he's still five years younger than me! Heehee.
I'm a cougarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, RAWWWRRRRRR!!!
Starting Thanksgiving week, TRD and I will be permanently back at only the Euless location. I'm not happy about that, because I love the other location so much more. I love the store, the customers, just everything better. But, it's time for us to start gearing up for the next location we will be opening, and we have to be at Euless to do that. It is what it is.
I'm off from Job #2 tonight, so we will be going to the farm to work horses. Yay! My kinda therapy.
Have to work now. Nasty habit.
Be nice to someone that doesn't deserve it today. You never know who you can reach with that.
I waited in line at IGA for 15 minutes while the pharmacy tech repeatedly called the MediCaid (or whatever its called) office, trying to get a live person to ok one of the dozen prescriptions the lady ahead of me was picking up. After the other people in the line started grumbling and getting incredibly restless, the customer ahead of me finally says "I'll come back for that one, they never want to pay for it!! Why should I pay 10.00 when I should be getting it for free????" Freaking really lady?? Seriously?? My tax dollars are paying for all the shit you have there on the counter, and you can't come up with $10.00 to cover one Rx?? Sell off some of the fifteen earrings you have going the entire length of your ear to make the ten bucks, seriously. Or maybe one of the twenty rings you have on every finger. Chick looked like a fucking gypsy, I swear.
Joe Cocker's voice makes me want to stab myself in the ears with ice picks. Same thing with that black guy with the cocoa puffs on his face that sang that duet with Linda Ronstadt, Aaron Neville. Good Lord. Just heard those two back to back on Yahoo Music. Shoot me.
Mariah Carey has great music, but I always turn it off when it gets to that squeaky squealing shit she always does in every song she's ever made. Bleh. Who actually likes that shit??????
I never proof read this thing anymore. No telling what I throw out there. Same thing with my text messages. I just don't have the time or inclination to go back and change crap.
I used to have a friend that was absolutely MAD about that nasty sphincter muscle sandwich The McRib. I mean crazy in love with those things. Would be so upset every time they took them back off the menu. It was interesting reading yesterday about what those are actually made out of, and what the real reason is, business wise, as to why they are on and off the menu. I like learning new things, no matter how mundane or inconsequential.
I actually had an older female customer say "That's what she said" to me last night at Job #2. I was not sure how to react to a fifty something year old woman saying something that even my youngest daughter has grown out of........
Man, 114 was glowing with red and blue lights this morning. The dps guys had several haulers pulled over, doing inspections all over the place, right on the side of the road, and the Boyd officers had several people pulled over as well. Nothing but lights all the way down my little section of 144 from the light to work. Wild. Glad it wasn't me!! No extra dough for a ticket nowadays, for sure!!
My happy pills give me horrific dry mouth/throat/eyes. This causes problems with my contacts. The dry throat part of it also causes a problem with me even being able to swallow the pill itself. They stick in my throat, no matter how much I drink to try to avoid it.
Shut up Jar. Naughty thinker.
Yesterday was The Real Deals birthday. Yep, he's still five years younger than me! Heehee.
I'm a cougarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, RAWWWRRRRRR!!!
Starting Thanksgiving week, TRD and I will be permanently back at only the Euless location. I'm not happy about that, because I love the other location so much more. I love the store, the customers, just everything better. But, it's time for us to start gearing up for the next location we will be opening, and we have to be at Euless to do that. It is what it is.
I'm off from Job #2 tonight, so we will be going to the farm to work horses. Yay! My kinda therapy.
Have to work now. Nasty habit.
Be nice to someone that doesn't deserve it today. You never know who you can reach with that.
Monday, October 31, 2011
A Horse Barn Vacation
I cannot begin to explain how much fun we had at the show this weekend. Holy Moses.
Have the after fun blues today though. Haha.
My legs are black and blue from heading for my friend who was driving her young horse in only his second show ever. When you are a header, you go into the ring when they are done driving and they are all lined up waiting for their results from the judges. In young or hot horses you need a header for safety, someone who can grab the bridle and control the situation if the horse gets the nutsies. Although he was pretty well behaved, he was antsy and every time I'd grab his head to settle him down, the end of the cart shaft would get me in the leg. My thighs are every color of purple under the sun right now hahahahaaha.
This was Papoose #2's first show and she did great! Especially since she ended up in classes that we never ever taught her about or practiced for. She was a trooper!! Although Papoose #1 didn't show, she was there for the whole weekend, helping. We all had such fun. I was in pure Heaven!!!
I slept on an olllllld air mattress for the weekend, but was so exhausted every night from all the days fun, I still felt like I was on a cloud when I finally laid down every night. Of course, since it was an OLD mattress, each morning I would wake up flat on the ground hahahaa. Papoose #2 slept on a cot in her horses stall. We couldn't hardly get her to leave his side. She had such fun. I slept in the tack stall. It's so peaceful in the barns at night. You don't hear anything but the horses munching hay and an occasional whinny. That is, AFTER I found the master switch to the MASSIVE Halloween display one of the exhibitors sets up every year. It's incredible and fantastic DURING THE WAKING HOURS, but when we are trying to sleep and the thing keeps going off it makes you want to kill someone. It also sets all the horses off, making them think someone is there to feed them, so they start clanging around. Thursday night was a pain in the ass, but Friday morning we did recon so we would know exactly where the master switch was to kill the set up for the evening. Much better sleep after that :-)
My new driving horse was delivered to the show this weekend as well. Oh my my my........I am most definitely IN LOVE. Whew, he is incredible. Once he and I get used to each other, I'm going to have SO much fun showing him!!! Drop dead gorgeous, too. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
My Bestie that I'm flying out to California to pick up and bring back here is bringing the funny lately. Her aunt lives near the San Jose airport where I'm flying in, and will be the one picking me up from said airport. Although her aunt usually drives her little pickup, Bestie has made a special request for her to pick me up in her other car...............................her PT CRUISER!!!!! Yes, Bestie follows my blog, HAHAHAAHA. Smart ass !!!! Pretty damn funny, you have to admit.
I feel SO spoiled and lazy for not being at work for THREE whole days and nights in a row!!! It felt like a huge fancy vacation!!!!
I am so damn proud of and impressed by Mess, for doing the walk, finishing the walk, and heading right back to work. That is one damn tough broad, I'll tell you that much!!!!
Jar, thought of you and your wonderful family as we drove through beautiful Granbury on our way to and from Glen Rose this weekend. Noticed they're working on the getting the town decorated for Christmas already. Saw the wreaths getting put up on the light poles. So pretty :-)
Since coming home, my house kitties mysteriously try to escape the house for the great outdoors. Methinks Mister Wonderful let them out while I was away. This pisses me off for several reasons. One, they pick up ear mites and bugs and other yucky things when they are allowed outside, and I don't want that crap carried back into my house. Two, they are my babies and I don't want them getting hurt or sick outside. Three, I've spent assloads of money on these two and want them safe in the house and not tripping me every fucking time I try to walk in or out the door. Once a kitty decides it wants to be outside part time, it can consider itself a full time outdoor kitty. I don't want any of the funkiness of outside brought inside, thankyouverymuch!!! Grrrrrrr.
Oh well, at least everything was alive when I returned home. That has not always been the case.
When I pulled in the driveway last night, Mister Wonderful was laying in the drive next to the front passenger tire of the Cobra, with his arm all the way up underneath it. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. That freaking air filter is the biggest pain in the ass to replace, with the stupid way it's mounted in that fender well. So I didn't even walk in the house, was out there assisting him with it like I do every time he changes it, before he got pissed and broke something.
After we finished the Cobra, he tells me "I cleaned out your fridge this weekend, fucking mess". Without missing a beat I replied "Really??? You mean MY fridge that I'M never HOME to mess up or even USE?? You mean THAT fridge?? Geeeee, thanks for doing that!!!!" Yeah, he shut the hell up and was quite pleasant after that.
Papoose #1 and I talked about what happened last week and have worked through it quite well, I think. We are addressing the different things that led up to/caused the dishonesty and overwhelming reactions to it.
The Real Deal is bringing me my Job #2 check that I need in order to be able to make the first giant mortgage payment today. Should I have my feelings hurt that he hasn't asked if we can have lunch together? He is having and early birthday celebration with people from work later. My feelings are kinda hurt. We never get to have lunch or anything...now here he is going to be up here and he hasn't even offered/asked. Hmmm.
Ok, only one here on the phones today so I have to run. It's taken two and a half hours to write all this garbage as it is.
Have a good day all.
Have the after fun blues today though. Haha.
My legs are black and blue from heading for my friend who was driving her young horse in only his second show ever. When you are a header, you go into the ring when they are done driving and they are all lined up waiting for their results from the judges. In young or hot horses you need a header for safety, someone who can grab the bridle and control the situation if the horse gets the nutsies. Although he was pretty well behaved, he was antsy and every time I'd grab his head to settle him down, the end of the cart shaft would get me in the leg. My thighs are every color of purple under the sun right now hahahahaaha.
This was Papoose #2's first show and she did great! Especially since she ended up in classes that we never ever taught her about or practiced for. She was a trooper!! Although Papoose #1 didn't show, she was there for the whole weekend, helping. We all had such fun. I was in pure Heaven!!!
I slept on an olllllld air mattress for the weekend, but was so exhausted every night from all the days fun, I still felt like I was on a cloud when I finally laid down every night. Of course, since it was an OLD mattress, each morning I would wake up flat on the ground hahahaa. Papoose #2 slept on a cot in her horses stall. We couldn't hardly get her to leave his side. She had such fun. I slept in the tack stall. It's so peaceful in the barns at night. You don't hear anything but the horses munching hay and an occasional whinny. That is, AFTER I found the master switch to the MASSIVE Halloween display one of the exhibitors sets up every year. It's incredible and fantastic DURING THE WAKING HOURS, but when we are trying to sleep and the thing keeps going off it makes you want to kill someone. It also sets all the horses off, making them think someone is there to feed them, so they start clanging around. Thursday night was a pain in the ass, but Friday morning we did recon so we would know exactly where the master switch was to kill the set up for the evening. Much better sleep after that :-)
My new driving horse was delivered to the show this weekend as well. Oh my my my........I am most definitely IN LOVE. Whew, he is incredible. Once he and I get used to each other, I'm going to have SO much fun showing him!!! Drop dead gorgeous, too. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!
My Bestie that I'm flying out to California to pick up and bring back here is bringing the funny lately. Her aunt lives near the San Jose airport where I'm flying in, and will be the one picking me up from said airport. Although her aunt usually drives her little pickup, Bestie has made a special request for her to pick me up in her other car...............................her PT CRUISER!!!!! Yes, Bestie follows my blog, HAHAHAAHA. Smart ass !!!! Pretty damn funny, you have to admit.
I feel SO spoiled and lazy for not being at work for THREE whole days and nights in a row!!! It felt like a huge fancy vacation!!!!
I am so damn proud of and impressed by Mess, for doing the walk, finishing the walk, and heading right back to work. That is one damn tough broad, I'll tell you that much!!!!
Jar, thought of you and your wonderful family as we drove through beautiful Granbury on our way to and from Glen Rose this weekend. Noticed they're working on the getting the town decorated for Christmas already. Saw the wreaths getting put up on the light poles. So pretty :-)
Since coming home, my house kitties mysteriously try to escape the house for the great outdoors. Methinks Mister Wonderful let them out while I was away. This pisses me off for several reasons. One, they pick up ear mites and bugs and other yucky things when they are allowed outside, and I don't want that crap carried back into my house. Two, they are my babies and I don't want them getting hurt or sick outside. Three, I've spent assloads of money on these two and want them safe in the house and not tripping me every fucking time I try to walk in or out the door. Once a kitty decides it wants to be outside part time, it can consider itself a full time outdoor kitty. I don't want any of the funkiness of outside brought inside, thankyouverymuch!!! Grrrrrrr.
Oh well, at least everything was alive when I returned home. That has not always been the case.
When I pulled in the driveway last night, Mister Wonderful was laying in the drive next to the front passenger tire of the Cobra, with his arm all the way up underneath it. I knew exactly what he was trying to do. That freaking air filter is the biggest pain in the ass to replace, with the stupid way it's mounted in that fender well. So I didn't even walk in the house, was out there assisting him with it like I do every time he changes it, before he got pissed and broke something.
After we finished the Cobra, he tells me "I cleaned out your fridge this weekend, fucking mess". Without missing a beat I replied "Really??? You mean MY fridge that I'M never HOME to mess up or even USE?? You mean THAT fridge?? Geeeee, thanks for doing that!!!!" Yeah, he shut the hell up and was quite pleasant after that.
Papoose #1 and I talked about what happened last week and have worked through it quite well, I think. We are addressing the different things that led up to/caused the dishonesty and overwhelming reactions to it.
The Real Deal is bringing me my Job #2 check that I need in order to be able to make the first giant mortgage payment today. Should I have my feelings hurt that he hasn't asked if we can have lunch together? He is having and early birthday celebration with people from work later. My feelings are kinda hurt. We never get to have lunch or anything...now here he is going to be up here and he hasn't even offered/asked. Hmmm.
Ok, only one here on the phones today so I have to run. It's taken two and a half hours to write all this garbage as it is.
Have a good day all.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Trifecta Thursday
I've managed to piss pretty much everyone in my life off at me so bad they aren't even speaking to me.
No, I wasn't just "being a bitch" and wasn't just "in a mood".
Papoose #1 hates my guts, and I think, blames me for everything that is wrong in her life. I try to help and advise and end up the villain. I have no idea what to do about that situation.
Mister Wonderful told me that everyone hates me and my kids hate me and it's because I'm a big mouthed cunt. That got started because he was pissed off that I'd called Papoose #1 on something that she did and was dishonest with me about. Next thing I know I'm being told that I'm completely unlovable and my children hate my guts and I'm worthless and why don't I do everyone a favor and just kill myself.
I admittedly overreacted to finding out The Real Deal wasn't totally honest with me about something and he stopped speaking to me.
Everyone has to wait till I get off work at Job #1 today before they can head to the horse show this weekend. We have so much to do and set up, I said "Man, is it going to be ok that we have to wait for me to get off of work to leave?" and one of my friends snapped at me "Well it's gonna HAVE to be ok, isn't it?!!"
Dude, I'm batting a thousand here.
FML.
No, I wasn't just "being a bitch" and wasn't just "in a mood".
Papoose #1 hates my guts, and I think, blames me for everything that is wrong in her life. I try to help and advise and end up the villain. I have no idea what to do about that situation.
Mister Wonderful told me that everyone hates me and my kids hate me and it's because I'm a big mouthed cunt. That got started because he was pissed off that I'd called Papoose #1 on something that she did and was dishonest with me about. Next thing I know I'm being told that I'm completely unlovable and my children hate my guts and I'm worthless and why don't I do everyone a favor and just kill myself.
I admittedly overreacted to finding out The Real Deal wasn't totally honest with me about something and he stopped speaking to me.
Everyone has to wait till I get off work at Job #1 today before they can head to the horse show this weekend. We have so much to do and set up, I said "Man, is it going to be ok that we have to wait for me to get off of work to leave?" and one of my friends snapped at me "Well it's gonna HAVE to be ok, isn't it?!!"
Dude, I'm batting a thousand here.
FML.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Life is Good
Papoose #2 had her district cross country meet yesterday. She placed 10th overall out of all the tons of girls there, running varsity, and her team placed 1st!!! District Champs!! Hi ho, hi ho, on to Regionals we go.....
So damn proud of that kid.
Papoose #1 is planning on coming home for next semester. She has done too much and burned herself out. Needs to come home and regroup, save some money and take care of some online courses she needs to get out of the way anyhow. I think the big breakup with the boyfriend is an issue to. She is having hell making a life for herself outside of his circle. It's not been pretty. So, she will be doing what we agreed she would do in the first place....spend one semester at home, working and taking classes, so that she can head back into the fray a bit more prepared financially. Besides, she just barely turned 19 and is a Junior in college already. Not like she can fall behind. She is YEARS ahead of everyone else her age. Over achiever. Haha.
No, Papoose #1, I am and never could be disappointed in you in any way shape or form. So there.
I've always been way too lazy to be a good student. Even if I had gone to college, I don't think I would have the willpower to do well. I'm a slug.
We have been chosen to be in the Fort Worth Parade of Lights, kicking off the holiday season!!! Yay!!!! Now to get all those lights and decorations purchased. Entry fee of $125.00, hopefully all of us will split that. The parade is on Black Friday everyone. So come out and see it the day after Turkey Day!!
My new driving horse is being delivered to me at the horse show we will be at this weekend. He's very young. I am hoping a month will be long enough to get him tuned up to where he can be in the parade. A parade is a HUGE accomplishment for a horse, so I'm hoping I will be able to find enough time to work with him that he will be confident enough to deal with all the noise and people and scary stuff. Hoping Wed nights and Saturdays will be enough driving time to get him there....we shall see.
My Bestie that is moving here from Cali is planning on flying me out there either November 17th or December 1st. I'm really hoping it ends up being the 17th, that would be SO much easier for me. But I'm game for whatever she needs me to do. I'd love to have her here for Thanksgiving and the parade though. That would be stellar.
I have had a horrific migraine today. I feel like absolute crap when those things happen. Gross out city.
I try to have a really good attitude about working so much, and usually I'm totally with it and grateful I've got the opportunity to do it. I was really surprised at myself at how pissed off I was that I had to miss the get together this past Saturday. It's surprised me how disappointed and upset and sorta resentful I was about it. You ever surprise yourself with your reaction to things like that?
I don't know if you remember me talking about Mister Wonderfuls Best Friend who married the gal he barely knew and they were expecting a baby with Downs Syndrome? Well, they went ahead and did a C Section on momma yesterday and the baby is now with us in this world. All blessings sent to them that they will be healthy and happy.
The Real Deal gets the keys to his new castle today. Yay for him!!
TRD had a blow out on his front drivers side tire last night on his way home from work. Thank goodness he is ok.
FYI, if you call that Texas Roadside Assistance number on the back of your drivers license, all they will do is send a tow truck out to you. You have to pay for whatever rip off tow truck service they send PLUS another 40 dollar fee to the state for dispatching them. Seriously?? We have smart phones now, call your own fucking tow truck and save some money. Give me a damn break.
Papoose #2 is still dead serious about being an RN and joining the military. She has been determined to do this since she was like three years old. She has also shown a growing interest in focusing on hospice care down the line. Going to have to get El Chupacabra to give her some advice and guidance her in the next year or so. I can't believe she's already a sophmore in high school!!!!!!
Probably a good thing I missed the shindig this weekend, Jar probably would have clubbed me with a wine bottle the first time I called him my Bestie...........
So damn proud of that kid.
Papoose #1 is planning on coming home for next semester. She has done too much and burned herself out. Needs to come home and regroup, save some money and take care of some online courses she needs to get out of the way anyhow. I think the big breakup with the boyfriend is an issue to. She is having hell making a life for herself outside of his circle. It's not been pretty. So, she will be doing what we agreed she would do in the first place....spend one semester at home, working and taking classes, so that she can head back into the fray a bit more prepared financially. Besides, she just barely turned 19 and is a Junior in college already. Not like she can fall behind. She is YEARS ahead of everyone else her age. Over achiever. Haha.
No, Papoose #1, I am and never could be disappointed in you in any way shape or form. So there.
I've always been way too lazy to be a good student. Even if I had gone to college, I don't think I would have the willpower to do well. I'm a slug.
We have been chosen to be in the Fort Worth Parade of Lights, kicking off the holiday season!!! Yay!!!! Now to get all those lights and decorations purchased. Entry fee of $125.00, hopefully all of us will split that. The parade is on Black Friday everyone. So come out and see it the day after Turkey Day!!
My new driving horse is being delivered to me at the horse show we will be at this weekend. He's very young. I am hoping a month will be long enough to get him tuned up to where he can be in the parade. A parade is a HUGE accomplishment for a horse, so I'm hoping I will be able to find enough time to work with him that he will be confident enough to deal with all the noise and people and scary stuff. Hoping Wed nights and Saturdays will be enough driving time to get him there....we shall see.
My Bestie that is moving here from Cali is planning on flying me out there either November 17th or December 1st. I'm really hoping it ends up being the 17th, that would be SO much easier for me. But I'm game for whatever she needs me to do. I'd love to have her here for Thanksgiving and the parade though. That would be stellar.
I have had a horrific migraine today. I feel like absolute crap when those things happen. Gross out city.
I try to have a really good attitude about working so much, and usually I'm totally with it and grateful I've got the opportunity to do it. I was really surprised at myself at how pissed off I was that I had to miss the get together this past Saturday. It's surprised me how disappointed and upset and sorta resentful I was about it. You ever surprise yourself with your reaction to things like that?
I don't know if you remember me talking about Mister Wonderfuls Best Friend who married the gal he barely knew and they were expecting a baby with Downs Syndrome? Well, they went ahead and did a C Section on momma yesterday and the baby is now with us in this world. All blessings sent to them that they will be healthy and happy.
The Real Deal gets the keys to his new castle today. Yay for him!!
TRD had a blow out on his front drivers side tire last night on his way home from work. Thank goodness he is ok.
FYI, if you call that Texas Roadside Assistance number on the back of your drivers license, all they will do is send a tow truck out to you. You have to pay for whatever rip off tow truck service they send PLUS another 40 dollar fee to the state for dispatching them. Seriously?? We have smart phones now, call your own fucking tow truck and save some money. Give me a damn break.
Papoose #2 is still dead serious about being an RN and joining the military. She has been determined to do this since she was like three years old. She has also shown a growing interest in focusing on hospice care down the line. Going to have to get El Chupacabra to give her some advice and guidance her in the next year or so. I can't believe she's already a sophmore in high school!!!!!!
Probably a good thing I missed the shindig this weekend, Jar probably would have clubbed me with a wine bottle the first time I called him my Bestie...........
Friday, October 21, 2011
What??? It's Friday???? Seriously???? Am I Being Punked?
I have to admit, even though I really have zero interest in baseball, I was thankful for the three hundred flat screen tv's we have at Job #2 last night, so I could keep an eye on that Rangers game. Very cool. Loved watching all the fans watch the game, too. We stayed open late, because so many people straggled in from here and there, having been listening to it on the radio and wanting to SEE it. We let them all in, seated them and served them. It was a fun time when they won and everyone, this eclectic mixture of people, were all hugging and high fiving and carrying on. Pretty sweet deal.
Papoose #1 is coming home this weekend. At first I thought "Wow, she really misses us!!!" Then I found out there is a lady close to home that is willing to give her a free sugar glider :/ hahahahaha. Don't care, she's coming home for a couple days, that's all that matters! She will be here to pick Papoose #2 up from school after practice and take her to the farm to work her horse. Then she will be here for the horse-show-prep-party tomorrow. Just like old times when she was showing, only now she'll be helping her little sis get horses ready. Pretty cool!!
She is also bringing me a Route 44 Diet Coke with Extra Lime when she gets into town, since it will be happy hour when she rolls by the Sonic.....yeahhhhhhhhhh baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Had a guy come in with his wife and son last night. Was incredibly rude and short with me the entire transaction. I kept on killing him with kindness. He was the same way to his family. Covered in tatoos, shaved head, short and stocky. He was mean enough that the other cashier looked at me and walked off. Then when he payed with a debit card and signed his reciept, he added a five dollar tip on there. Made me sort of stop and think about things. It was such a sweet and sour interaction.....then he came back up to ask me for a to go box and was incredibly nice. Makes me wonder what on earth is going on in his world that he was mean in the beginning. I wonder that about most people that behave in an ugly or angry way.
My Bestie is keeping busy taking care of her business in preparation for her big move to Texas. Don't know yet when the move will be, but she made me laugh yesterday when she said "I have LISTS!!" Going to be a major blessing once she is here. Hopefully the weather will be decent whenever she is finally ready and I fly out and we drive back.
Mister Wonderful left the dogs without food for two days because he "was broke". Once I found that out I of course picked some up for them immediately. He sure wasn't too broke to buy beer and Pizza Hut every night I was working. He also still refuses to pay his fair half of the mortgage. When I approach him about it, he says "Sell the fucking thing!!". No can do dude. My plan is to keep the fucking thing and kick your sorry ass out of it the second I can replace your piss ant $600.00 you 'usually' give me towards the entire households expenses, including the mortgage. Fucktard. That day is arriving ever so much sooner than I thought it was going to...........
This morning I didn't even realize it was Friday. When a friend of mine emailed me and said TGIF I laughed and told her I didn't remember it was Friday. She says "OMG, how can you EVER forget it's FRIDAY???!!! WTF is WRONG with you???!!!" I explained to her that sheer exhaustion can tend to leave you unaware of what day it is, every day runs into the next. Every morning as soon as I open my eyes, I take inventory and figure out what day it is and where I need to be. It is what it is. And when you work all weekend, what the fuck difference does it make if it's Friday??
I know one thing though, I'm majorly pissed off that I have to miss yet ANOTHER soiree I've been invited to. I'm trying really hard to keep a super good outlook and attitude over the next 5 months, keep my head down and work and not spend a penny anywhere I don't absolutely have to, but man, it chaps my ass to have to miss all the fun stuff. I know it's just a means to an end, and it's not forever though, so I'll shut my whiney yapper now.
So instead, I will spend the day with the Papooses and my friends, clipping horses and getting them ready for the show, then go home and get cleaned up and head out to Job #2. Have a little fun with my babies and my friends, then go make some money. Can't complain about that, now can I? :-)
The Real Deal should be signing his lease on his very nice new little place today. So incredibly happy for him!!
Coasters are really cool little things, and I've always bought cute ones that match whatever decor my house has going on at the moment, but I can't get anyone in my family to actually USE them.
OH!! It was hilarious the other day. I'm running home before heading out to Job #2 and I see an armadillo meandering across 730. I immediately slow down and try to lead him, figure out what evasive maneuvers I need to do so he doesn't tear my front spoiler off like his long lost cousin did that one time. There were numerous cars heading both directions on 730 when he decided to make his little trek. Thank goodness this was just coming out of Boyd, heading towards Azle when it happened, everyone was going a little slower than they would have been otherwise. Every single vehicle on the road, probably about 15 or so, made sure to go around the little fella. It was so neat. It was funny though, when I looked in my rear view mirror after passing him....it looked like all those cars were skiers on a slalom. Going every which way all over the road trying to keep from killing him. Made me laugh. He never veered or swerved, just kept on keeping on his merry little way. I swear he was whistling a tune as he cruised........................
I think I have a new home for Psycho Nekkid JayBird. We will see tomorrow. Someone who is home all day and can give her oodles of attention. Fingers crossed.
Did I mention that LabPup Milo ate Papoose #1's new glasses the last time she was home?? Can't remember if I did. But yeah. Ummm. He did.
Is it possible to replace the shock system in the jalopy to get a little bit smoother ride, without giving up the way it handles?? Anyone??? Damn low pro tires, need a kidney belt to drive on Wise County roads since I got the new ones. Oy.
Back to work with me.
Pet a cat or something today, enjoy life.
We don't HAVE to, we GET to, right Corner?
Papoose #1 is coming home this weekend. At first I thought "Wow, she really misses us!!!" Then I found out there is a lady close to home that is willing to give her a free sugar glider :/ hahahahaha. Don't care, she's coming home for a couple days, that's all that matters! She will be here to pick Papoose #2 up from school after practice and take her to the farm to work her horse. Then she will be here for the horse-show-prep-party tomorrow. Just like old times when she was showing, only now she'll be helping her little sis get horses ready. Pretty cool!!
She is also bringing me a Route 44 Diet Coke with Extra Lime when she gets into town, since it will be happy hour when she rolls by the Sonic.....yeahhhhhhhhhh baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Had a guy come in with his wife and son last night. Was incredibly rude and short with me the entire transaction. I kept on killing him with kindness. He was the same way to his family. Covered in tatoos, shaved head, short and stocky. He was mean enough that the other cashier looked at me and walked off. Then when he payed with a debit card and signed his reciept, he added a five dollar tip on there. Made me sort of stop and think about things. It was such a sweet and sour interaction.....then he came back up to ask me for a to go box and was incredibly nice. Makes me wonder what on earth is going on in his world that he was mean in the beginning. I wonder that about most people that behave in an ugly or angry way.
My Bestie is keeping busy taking care of her business in preparation for her big move to Texas. Don't know yet when the move will be, but she made me laugh yesterday when she said "I have LISTS!!" Going to be a major blessing once she is here. Hopefully the weather will be decent whenever she is finally ready and I fly out and we drive back.
Mister Wonderful left the dogs without food for two days because he "was broke". Once I found that out I of course picked some up for them immediately. He sure wasn't too broke to buy beer and Pizza Hut every night I was working. He also still refuses to pay his fair half of the mortgage. When I approach him about it, he says "Sell the fucking thing!!". No can do dude. My plan is to keep the fucking thing and kick your sorry ass out of it the second I can replace your piss ant $600.00 you 'usually' give me towards the entire households expenses, including the mortgage. Fucktard. That day is arriving ever so much sooner than I thought it was going to...........
This morning I didn't even realize it was Friday. When a friend of mine emailed me and said TGIF I laughed and told her I didn't remember it was Friday. She says "OMG, how can you EVER forget it's FRIDAY???!!! WTF is WRONG with you???!!!" I explained to her that sheer exhaustion can tend to leave you unaware of what day it is, every day runs into the next. Every morning as soon as I open my eyes, I take inventory and figure out what day it is and where I need to be. It is what it is. And when you work all weekend, what the fuck difference does it make if it's Friday??
I know one thing though, I'm majorly pissed off that I have to miss yet ANOTHER soiree I've been invited to. I'm trying really hard to keep a super good outlook and attitude over the next 5 months, keep my head down and work and not spend a penny anywhere I don't absolutely have to, but man, it chaps my ass to have to miss all the fun stuff. I know it's just a means to an end, and it's not forever though, so I'll shut my whiney yapper now.
So instead, I will spend the day with the Papooses and my friends, clipping horses and getting them ready for the show, then go home and get cleaned up and head out to Job #2. Have a little fun with my babies and my friends, then go make some money. Can't complain about that, now can I? :-)
The Real Deal should be signing his lease on his very nice new little place today. So incredibly happy for him!!
Coasters are really cool little things, and I've always bought cute ones that match whatever decor my house has going on at the moment, but I can't get anyone in my family to actually USE them.
OH!! It was hilarious the other day. I'm running home before heading out to Job #2 and I see an armadillo meandering across 730. I immediately slow down and try to lead him, figure out what evasive maneuvers I need to do so he doesn't tear my front spoiler off like his long lost cousin did that one time. There were numerous cars heading both directions on 730 when he decided to make his little trek. Thank goodness this was just coming out of Boyd, heading towards Azle when it happened, everyone was going a little slower than they would have been otherwise. Every single vehicle on the road, probably about 15 or so, made sure to go around the little fella. It was so neat. It was funny though, when I looked in my rear view mirror after passing him....it looked like all those cars were skiers on a slalom. Going every which way all over the road trying to keep from killing him. Made me laugh. He never veered or swerved, just kept on keeping on his merry little way. I swear he was whistling a tune as he cruised........................
I think I have a new home for Psycho Nekkid JayBird. We will see tomorrow. Someone who is home all day and can give her oodles of attention. Fingers crossed.
Did I mention that LabPup Milo ate Papoose #1's new glasses the last time she was home?? Can't remember if I did. But yeah. Ummm. He did.
Is it possible to replace the shock system in the jalopy to get a little bit smoother ride, without giving up the way it handles?? Anyone??? Damn low pro tires, need a kidney belt to drive on Wise County roads since I got the new ones. Oy.
Back to work with me.
Pet a cat or something today, enjoy life.
We don't HAVE to, we GET to, right Corner?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Mechanics, Besties and New Homes
So busy over here. Wow. So much going on. I distinctly remember a time in my life when it was work, grocery store, home, cook dinner etc, read, bed. Why am I busier now that I'm older than I was when I had young children??? haha
Looking like my Bestie will be moving out here sooner than planned. That would be absolutely fanfreakingtastic!!! We are just working on getting the details worked out for her with all her personal business. Then I hop a plane and go drive her back here!!!!!!
Jar, why does my blog make you need Paxil??? You being an ass to me?? Should I get pissed at you? Let me know, and I'll adjust my attitude accordingly. *narf*
The Real Deal has found him a really nice place to rent. Now I will have TWO homes :-) Super cool.
I keep forgetting how far into 2011 we are. I really do. I'm shocked every time I realize it's almost Halloween. I get to where I keep my head down working and getting through the day to day, and I lose track. Of course, working so much has me to where every single morning the second I wake up, I take inventory of what day it is and where I need to be. It makes me giggle every morning.
Heading to the taco shack today. And man am I ever starving. Haven't gone out to lunch in forever, for one reason or another. Looking forward to it today!!
Had last night off from Job #2. Got the oil changed in the jalopy. On the way down to my appointment to do that, the traction control light and the brake light came on. I was like OMG what is wrong with you, jalopy????? The radiator light had been coming on the past couple weeks too, but not since I added a teeny bit of coolant to it. Plus, the windshield wiper fluid thingie hadn't been working since they replaced a turn signal bulb in it some time ago for me. Something about the headlamp squirter hose thingie. So I sat in the waiting room reading People mags and imagining all the horrific things they were going to tell me was wrong with my car and how much it would cost. I sat there obsessing about how I don't have the money to fix it, but I need the car to get to the jobs to make the money so OMG whatever will I do. Think think think, we can figure this out, just think it through, Squaw...................................
An hour and a half later, they drop the lift and he comes back into the office and says "Well, you are going to be upset with me....." OH.SHIT. Why, I ask him. "Because your car takes 7 quarts of oil so I had to charge you for 2 extra quarts of oil" Holy hell man!!! I know the damn thing takes 7 quarts of oil, could have told you that!!!! Now whats the verdict???? Is he gonna live????? Whats wrong with my jalopy??????? He says "Well, we went over every bit of the cooling system to check if you had any leaks and there aren't any. We also checked absolutely everything on your brake system and it's perfectly fine, just a little low on brake fluid so we added some. Your pads look great btw, still at like 90%, so you are good for a long while on those. And we checked everything out on the wiper fluid issue and think we have it resolved, if not call us and we will get it back in here and see what the matter is"
I was like "Ok, whats the skinny......shit NEVER goes that smoothly for me. Whats up?? Are you in on the whole hitman thing with Mister Wonderful?? Come on, spill it buddy!!!!!!!!"
Nope. That was it. Just a simple oil change. (Mobile 1 synthetic, high mileage, 7 quarts). Nothing else was wrong!!! Plus, they did an hour and a half worth of checking and searching and filling brake fluid and washer fluid and didn't charge me an extra dime for it. I <3 them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Went to the taco shack with ma homies. Yummy. Sure wish we followed the old siesta rule around these parts.
I'm getting back to work. Have some phone work to do. Good times, love collecting money. Wheeee!!!
Take care, all.
Looking like my Bestie will be moving out here sooner than planned. That would be absolutely fanfreakingtastic!!! We are just working on getting the details worked out for her with all her personal business. Then I hop a plane and go drive her back here!!!!!!
Jar, why does my blog make you need Paxil??? You being an ass to me?? Should I get pissed at you? Let me know, and I'll adjust my attitude accordingly. *narf*
The Real Deal has found him a really nice place to rent. Now I will have TWO homes :-) Super cool.
I keep forgetting how far into 2011 we are. I really do. I'm shocked every time I realize it's almost Halloween. I get to where I keep my head down working and getting through the day to day, and I lose track. Of course, working so much has me to where every single morning the second I wake up, I take inventory of what day it is and where I need to be. It makes me giggle every morning.
Heading to the taco shack today. And man am I ever starving. Haven't gone out to lunch in forever, for one reason or another. Looking forward to it today!!
Had last night off from Job #2. Got the oil changed in the jalopy. On the way down to my appointment to do that, the traction control light and the brake light came on. I was like OMG what is wrong with you, jalopy????? The radiator light had been coming on the past couple weeks too, but not since I added a teeny bit of coolant to it. Plus, the windshield wiper fluid thingie hadn't been working since they replaced a turn signal bulb in it some time ago for me. Something about the headlamp squirter hose thingie. So I sat in the waiting room reading People mags and imagining all the horrific things they were going to tell me was wrong with my car and how much it would cost. I sat there obsessing about how I don't have the money to fix it, but I need the car to get to the jobs to make the money so OMG whatever will I do. Think think think, we can figure this out, just think it through, Squaw...................................
An hour and a half later, they drop the lift and he comes back into the office and says "Well, you are going to be upset with me....." OH.SHIT. Why, I ask him. "Because your car takes 7 quarts of oil so I had to charge you for 2 extra quarts of oil" Holy hell man!!! I know the damn thing takes 7 quarts of oil, could have told you that!!!! Now whats the verdict???? Is he gonna live????? Whats wrong with my jalopy??????? He says "Well, we went over every bit of the cooling system to check if you had any leaks and there aren't any. We also checked absolutely everything on your brake system and it's perfectly fine, just a little low on brake fluid so we added some. Your pads look great btw, still at like 90%, so you are good for a long while on those. And we checked everything out on the wiper fluid issue and think we have it resolved, if not call us and we will get it back in here and see what the matter is"
I was like "Ok, whats the skinny......shit NEVER goes that smoothly for me. Whats up?? Are you in on the whole hitman thing with Mister Wonderful?? Come on, spill it buddy!!!!!!!!"
Nope. That was it. Just a simple oil change. (Mobile 1 synthetic, high mileage, 7 quarts). Nothing else was wrong!!! Plus, they did an hour and a half worth of checking and searching and filling brake fluid and washer fluid and didn't charge me an extra dime for it. I <3 them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Went to the taco shack with ma homies. Yummy. Sure wish we followed the old siesta rule around these parts.
I'm getting back to work. Have some phone work to do. Good times, love collecting money. Wheeee!!!
Take care, all.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mister Wonderful Has Hired a Hit Man
This place is chaos. The phones are fucked up again and everyone turns it into another reason for drama and stupid head games against each other. I finally lost it and ripped into the boss and the payroll wench. Bleh. Get outta my office assholes.
Also got into it with Jughead, payroll wenches son yesterday morning, first thing. Happy Monday. I had brought some breakfast tacos for everyone to share, and I'll be damned if I didn't walk past the kitchen and see JH with the entire BAG ripped open and out on the table like some kind of redneck place mat, going to town stuffing his face with ALL of the food I brought. Thank goodness I'd told the other office chick to go grab her one right before that! Anyhow, lets just say, the shit hit the fan and the fan was on high. I lost it. I raised my voice to payroll wench saying 'IS HE IN THERE EATING ALL THE FOOD I BROUGHT FOR EVERYONE TO SHARE??? IS HE REALLY DOING THAT?????? HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT EVERYONE HERE IS NOT HIS MOTHER AND NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING HIS FUCKED UP ASS AND HE NEEDS TO ASK FIRST AND WE ARE ALL SICK AND DAMN TIRED OF HIS BULLSHIT AND HAVING TO HIDE OUR FOOD AND PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT!!!!! Made sure JH overheard it. He gets up cussing and stomping around saying WELL IT WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE WHERE MOM ALWAYS LEAVES MY BREAKFAST AND SHE SAID THAT ANYTHING I THERE IS ALL MINE!!!! I'm like SERIOUSLY??????????????????????? Payroll Wench keeps trying to hug me and apologize and I was like no way, it's not just this, this is just the straw thatbroke fucked up the camel.....so pissed I can't even cuss straight!! heehee
He also lost the company camera for a couple of weeks and tried blaming it on the other office girl.
He also locked the keys inside a customers truck and we had to pay a locksmith to come get them out. He tried to say that somebody else HAD to have come by and locked them in there, because there was NO WAY he did it. Dude, you just drove the truck into the MIDDLE of the yard, got out and walked into the office, went back out and the fucker was like fort knox. IT WAS YOU, JUGHEAD!!! He's running around saying "Did anyone walk by here??? Did you see anyone walk by here at all??? Someone locked the keys in that truck!!!!" Fucking wingnut!
I think Mister Wonderful has a hit out on me. All of his crazy fucking family from back east, even ones I've never met in my life, keep trying to friend me on Facebook lately. MW ditched his FB page months ago, after he got a bunch of his women pissed off and cat fighting on there over him. He recently created a new page and didn't tell me, which is fine by me. What's funny is, he is friending a bunch of people I'm friends with, so of course it pops up on my page. I giggle every time that happens, he has no clue how I found out he has a new fb page. Retard. Anyhow, the whole crazy ass family trying to friend me, someone new every damn day, has me concerned. Plus, when I say something to him about any of it, he says things like "Why, whatever would make you think that, honey?" or "Beautiful wife of mine, I could never dream of doing such a thing to you" MW does NOT talk like that. Well, not to me, maybe to his ho bags, but not to me. If I disappear guys, please let the police know he is a suspect.
The Real Deal is sick. Don't know what is wrong with him. Found him a doc to see, they put him on stomach meds for his tummy issues, and Paxil for his anxiety problems with all he has going on. Did blood work and took urine samples. Never bothered to call him with results, so I rode his ass till he finally called them today. His glucose and creatinine levels are well below the acceptable limits, for one thing. And they don't give him an appointment to see the doc to go over his results or to do a better physical till late in NOVEMBER??? What the hell???? He already has ongoing health issues, which he voiced his concerns about to the doc when they met a few weeks ago, and they still don't have any sense of urgency or give a shit to get him in there and get to figuring things out and fixing it??? Really?? I'm so pissed off right now I can't see straight. I've never in my life lived anywhere it was so hard to find a decent doctor. Took me years to find one for my kids after moving here that would actually listen and DO something about issues, and now trying to find one for TRD. I'm disgusted. He has Blue Cross if anyone has a really phenomenal doctor they could refer please. Fuck.
James Earl has gone to live with the other office chick, the one that already has his brother. He is incredibly loved and spoiled and happy. I miss him like crazy but am so happy they love him and have time for him that I just don't have right now.
Psycho Nekkid JayBird is still psycho and nekkid. But she really loves her some music. Tries to sing along and dances and does the Stevie Wonder. Hilarious.
I finally have all of my hours back. I'm at it every day and night of the week and the two jobs, except for Wednesday nights. This is a relief. I need the money. This is gonna be a piece of cake, getting this mortgage repayment thing done. No problem.
MW refuses to help. Fuck him.
My dear friend from forever is moving out here and in with us. I want her here sooner rather than later. She has stuff to attend to before she can come out. It can't be soon enough. She is my heart sister and I love her and love looking forward to getting her here.
Papoose #1 came home this past weekend. I got to cook her dinner and visit her Friday night, then she was busy with friends Saturday, then Papoose #2 and I had to work Sunday and she had to get home before we got back. It was still a seriously wonderful visit with her. I miss her so much.
Papoose #1 called me yesterday, nearly in tears. She's been having a really rough time of it lately. Then yesterday she's on the phone with one of her residents and she sneezed so hard, her phone slipped out of her hand and shot across the room, shattering the screen on impact. This happened in front of a couple hundred other kids. Poor Poose. So now she's broke and can't pay the 100.00 deductible to replace it, and I sure as shootin don't have it to give her. Am I a bad mom because I couldn't help but giggle as she was telling me the story??? Really?? You sneezed your phone into a gazillion pieces?? Poor kid. We will figure it out. One of her friends has an older phone she's letting her use till we get a game plan.
I think life is a wonderful adventure. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.
Also got into it with Jughead, payroll wenches son yesterday morning, first thing. Happy Monday. I had brought some breakfast tacos for everyone to share, and I'll be damned if I didn't walk past the kitchen and see JH with the entire BAG ripped open and out on the table like some kind of redneck place mat, going to town stuffing his face with ALL of the food I brought. Thank goodness I'd told the other office chick to go grab her one right before that! Anyhow, lets just say, the shit hit the fan and the fan was on high. I lost it. I raised my voice to payroll wench saying 'IS HE IN THERE EATING ALL THE FOOD I BROUGHT FOR EVERYONE TO SHARE??? IS HE REALLY DOING THAT?????? HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT EVERYONE HERE IS NOT HIS MOTHER AND NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR FEEDING HIS FUCKED UP ASS AND HE NEEDS TO ASK FIRST AND WE ARE ALL SICK AND DAMN TIRED OF HIS BULLSHIT AND HAVING TO HIDE OUR FOOD AND PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT!!!!! Made sure JH overheard it. He gets up cussing and stomping around saying WELL IT WAS SITTING RIGHT THERE WHERE MOM ALWAYS LEAVES MY BREAKFAST AND SHE SAID THAT ANYTHING I THERE IS ALL MINE!!!! I'm like SERIOUSLY??????????????????????? Payroll Wench keeps trying to hug me and apologize and I was like no way, it's not just this, this is just the straw that
He also lost the company camera for a couple of weeks and tried blaming it on the other office girl.
He also locked the keys inside a customers truck and we had to pay a locksmith to come get them out. He tried to say that somebody else HAD to have come by and locked them in there, because there was NO WAY he did it. Dude, you just drove the truck into the MIDDLE of the yard, got out and walked into the office, went back out and the fucker was like fort knox. IT WAS YOU, JUGHEAD!!! He's running around saying "Did anyone walk by here??? Did you see anyone walk by here at all??? Someone locked the keys in that truck!!!!" Fucking wingnut!
I think Mister Wonderful has a hit out on me. All of his crazy fucking family from back east, even ones I've never met in my life, keep trying to friend me on Facebook lately. MW ditched his FB page months ago, after he got a bunch of his women pissed off and cat fighting on there over him. He recently created a new page and didn't tell me, which is fine by me. What's funny is, he is friending a bunch of people I'm friends with, so of course it pops up on my page. I giggle every time that happens, he has no clue how I found out he has a new fb page. Retard. Anyhow, the whole crazy ass family trying to friend me, someone new every damn day, has me concerned. Plus, when I say something to him about any of it, he says things like "Why, whatever would make you think that, honey?" or "Beautiful wife of mine, I could never dream of doing such a thing to you" MW does NOT talk like that. Well, not to me, maybe to his ho bags, but not to me. If I disappear guys, please let the police know he is a suspect.
The Real Deal is sick. Don't know what is wrong with him. Found him a doc to see, they put him on stomach meds for his tummy issues, and Paxil for his anxiety problems with all he has going on. Did blood work and took urine samples. Never bothered to call him with results, so I rode his ass till he finally called them today. His glucose and creatinine levels are well below the acceptable limits, for one thing. And they don't give him an appointment to see the doc to go over his results or to do a better physical till late in NOVEMBER??? What the hell???? He already has ongoing health issues, which he voiced his concerns about to the doc when they met a few weeks ago, and they still don't have any sense of urgency or give a shit to get him in there and get to figuring things out and fixing it??? Really?? I'm so pissed off right now I can't see straight. I've never in my life lived anywhere it was so hard to find a decent doctor. Took me years to find one for my kids after moving here that would actually listen and DO something about issues, and now trying to find one for TRD. I'm disgusted. He has Blue Cross if anyone has a really phenomenal doctor they could refer please. Fuck.
James Earl has gone to live with the other office chick, the one that already has his brother. He is incredibly loved and spoiled and happy. I miss him like crazy but am so happy they love him and have time for him that I just don't have right now.
Psycho Nekkid JayBird is still psycho and nekkid. But she really loves her some music. Tries to sing along and dances and does the Stevie Wonder. Hilarious.
I finally have all of my hours back. I'm at it every day and night of the week and the two jobs, except for Wednesday nights. This is a relief. I need the money. This is gonna be a piece of cake, getting this mortgage repayment thing done. No problem.
MW refuses to help. Fuck him.
My dear friend from forever is moving out here and in with us. I want her here sooner rather than later. She has stuff to attend to before she can come out. It can't be soon enough. She is my heart sister and I love her and love looking forward to getting her here.
Papoose #1 came home this past weekend. I got to cook her dinner and visit her Friday night, then she was busy with friends Saturday, then Papoose #2 and I had to work Sunday and she had to get home before we got back. It was still a seriously wonderful visit with her. I miss her so much.
Papoose #1 called me yesterday, nearly in tears. She's been having a really rough time of it lately. Then yesterday she's on the phone with one of her residents and she sneezed so hard, her phone slipped out of her hand and shot across the room, shattering the screen on impact. This happened in front of a couple hundred other kids. Poor Poose. So now she's broke and can't pay the 100.00 deductible to replace it, and I sure as shootin don't have it to give her. Am I a bad mom because I couldn't help but giggle as she was telling me the story??? Really?? You sneezed your phone into a gazillion pieces?? Poor kid. We will figure it out. One of her friends has an older phone she's letting her use till we get a game plan.
I think life is a wonderful adventure. I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Hey, The Rangers Lost
Oh man, this is hilarious!!! Jessica Alba is suing this company for using her likeness and fake celebrity customer testimony on their site. People are paying big money for these things. Umm, yeah, we use them too. All it is is a section of neoprene with velcro on the ends!!!!! We use these things to sweat horses necks to TEMPORARILY tighten them up for shows. Freaking hilarious!!! Women are paying 60.00 and up for these things and we pay, ahem, way less for the exact same thing. Hey, girls, I've got some Belly Bandits for you, discount pricing too!!! Hahahhaahaha, oh man, gave me a giggle for the day.....
Mister Wonderful made sure to wake me up again this morning. Such a peach. Haha.
LabPup Milo is on day 3 of free rein in my bedroom and master bath area. So far for the first couple of days he hasn't bothered anything, so fingers crossed this continues. He IS an 18 month old lab, after all. Labs don't get out of the puppy stage for about three years.....
I am off from Job #2 today. I'm on the fence as to whether I hope it keeps raining and stays muddy so I don't have to go work horses at the farm and can stay home and make the parmesan crusted chicken breasts I'm craving, or hoping it dries up enough to get to the farm.......
I'm REALLY sick and tired of my boss being in a shitty mood every day. He's currently in the kitchen throwing things around.
Someday I won't have to do the ol nine to fiver, someday.....
I watched a lady flirting her ass off with The Real Deal last night. It was quite intriguing. There is something about that man that everyone is just drawn to. I can't explain what it is. Boy did we all give him three kinds of hell about it.
I do believe TRD is starting to feel a little bit better, after his doctors visit and the meds the doc has started him on. Last night right as I got there he had asked on of his long time friends, who is one of our cooks now, to please hold the roster for a minute while he went to get a piece of tape to tape it up with. So he has this poor guy standing there, holding the roster up on the cooler door, waiting for him to come back with tape. Idk how long he'd been standing there, but when I walk in I see TRD sitting on a stool in the front of the store watching tv and laughing his ass off, and all the other cooks in the kitchen were laughing their asses off too. I look thru the kitchen door and see this guy standing there looking like he's trying to keep the cooler from tipping over with one hand, madly texting with the other, saying "my God, where IS he????" I was like omg man, he must be messing with you!!!! It was pretty funny tho. Oh, and by the end of the evening, the roster was posted using band aids to hold it.
I had my ass royally ripped by a deaf/mute woman. She was an absolute troll, one of those people with a permanent scowl on her face. One of the people you can tell walk out of the house looking for reasons to be an asshole every day. The nicer I was to her, the meaner she got, till she got so frustrated, she first threw a bunch of paper towels at me, then my pen, then her bowl. It was like something out of a movie. I was incredibly entertained, while all the guys I work with were quite traumatized. That woman was MEAN. The whole problem started when she elbowed her way through some customers that were standing there ordering in order to vehemently motion the cashier that had taken her order over to her table. I told him to continue with his current customer, and I went over to assist her. She grabbed my pen out of my hand and wrote on the back of her receipt how awful her dinner was, and that she was disgusted. She had eaten EVERYTHING on her plate. So I nicely asked her what she would like instead, she told me, then threw the paper towels at me. I went and ordered her up another whole dinner. Took it back to her table. She threw the pen at me and violently motioned me away. I went back later to check on her and she grabbed my pen again and wrote on a paper towel how awful it was and how she was never eating there again. She had eaten ALL of it again. People, our portions are NOT SMALL. This little troll woman had put down some SERIOUS food. She throws my pen at me again, then picks up her bowl and hurls it at me. Gets up, grabs her drink, stomps over to the trash can and slings it in there. Walks towards the door, knocking into other customers who looked at her like she was an alien. Phone rings, I answer, taking a phone order. Next thing I know, troll woman is standing in front of me banging on the counter top in front of me. I ignore her and continue to take the order. She picks up some to go menus and flings them at me. I finish the order and look up and she is wildly gesturing and gutterally telling me that some ASS (yes, I could make out ASS) threw her DAMN drink away!!!!!! I just looked at her and started giggling. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, even as a kid, I NEVER have EVER made fun of ANYONE in a mean way, but you try dealing with a crazy deaf/mute bottomless pit troll woman and not lose it. I double dog dare ya.
Bless her heart.
Also had an older very well off woman that fell in lust with one of my cashiers. She was having herself a little toot of Chardonnay. Or two. Or six. (Yes, I made sure her sober friend was driving her home). Anyhow, this gal was hysterical with her antics trying to get this guys attention. She was doing everything but putting bills in his g string, trying to get him to go home with her. I finally told her "Honey, I know he is one big hunk of handsome, too bad he is as gay as the day is long. You are batting your lashes at from the wrong bench sweetie" It was priceless. He is not gay, by the way. I told him what I told her, and later on when nobody else was out on the patio, he went out to check the area and when they asked to use his lighter he made sure afterwards, as he was walking away, to say "Now you gurrrrrrrrrls have a FAB evening!!" in his silliest voice, and sashayed his way back inside. Prime time priceless!!
Speaking of gay, there are two of the neatest customers that I am going to miss tremendously when I'm sent back to Euless full time. They are the neatest guys and I've become quite attached to them. Dang it all.
I've blah blah blahed enough at you for the day. Thanks for tuning in.
Stop and appreciate something small today, all.
Mister Wonderful made sure to wake me up again this morning. Such a peach. Haha.
LabPup Milo is on day 3 of free rein in my bedroom and master bath area. So far for the first couple of days he hasn't bothered anything, so fingers crossed this continues. He IS an 18 month old lab, after all. Labs don't get out of the puppy stage for about three years.....
I am off from Job #2 today. I'm on the fence as to whether I hope it keeps raining and stays muddy so I don't have to go work horses at the farm and can stay home and make the parmesan crusted chicken breasts I'm craving, or hoping it dries up enough to get to the farm.......
I'm REALLY sick and tired of my boss being in a shitty mood every day. He's currently in the kitchen throwing things around.
Someday I won't have to do the ol nine to fiver, someday.....
I watched a lady flirting her ass off with The Real Deal last night. It was quite intriguing. There is something about that man that everyone is just drawn to. I can't explain what it is. Boy did we all give him three kinds of hell about it.
I do believe TRD is starting to feel a little bit better, after his doctors visit and the meds the doc has started him on. Last night right as I got there he had asked on of his long time friends, who is one of our cooks now, to please hold the roster for a minute while he went to get a piece of tape to tape it up with. So he has this poor guy standing there, holding the roster up on the cooler door, waiting for him to come back with tape. Idk how long he'd been standing there, but when I walk in I see TRD sitting on a stool in the front of the store watching tv and laughing his ass off, and all the other cooks in the kitchen were laughing their asses off too. I look thru the kitchen door and see this guy standing there looking like he's trying to keep the cooler from tipping over with one hand, madly texting with the other, saying "my God, where IS he????" I was like omg man, he must be messing with you!!!! It was pretty funny tho. Oh, and by the end of the evening, the roster was posted using band aids to hold it.
I had my ass royally ripped by a deaf/mute woman. She was an absolute troll, one of those people with a permanent scowl on her face. One of the people you can tell walk out of the house looking for reasons to be an asshole every day. The nicer I was to her, the meaner she got, till she got so frustrated, she first threw a bunch of paper towels at me, then my pen, then her bowl. It was like something out of a movie. I was incredibly entertained, while all the guys I work with were quite traumatized. That woman was MEAN. The whole problem started when she elbowed her way through some customers that were standing there ordering in order to vehemently motion the cashier that had taken her order over to her table. I told him to continue with his current customer, and I went over to assist her. She grabbed my pen out of my hand and wrote on the back of her receipt how awful her dinner was, and that she was disgusted. She had eaten EVERYTHING on her plate. So I nicely asked her what she would like instead, she told me, then threw the paper towels at me. I went and ordered her up another whole dinner. Took it back to her table. She threw the pen at me and violently motioned me away. I went back later to check on her and she grabbed my pen again and wrote on a paper towel how awful it was and how she was never eating there again. She had eaten ALL of it again. People, our portions are NOT SMALL. This little troll woman had put down some SERIOUS food. She throws my pen at me again, then picks up her bowl and hurls it at me. Gets up, grabs her drink, stomps over to the trash can and slings it in there. Walks towards the door, knocking into other customers who looked at her like she was an alien. Phone rings, I answer, taking a phone order. Next thing I know, troll woman is standing in front of me banging on the counter top in front of me. I ignore her and continue to take the order. She picks up some to go menus and flings them at me. I finish the order and look up and she is wildly gesturing and gutterally telling me that some ASS (yes, I could make out ASS) threw her DAMN drink away!!!!!! I just looked at her and started giggling. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry, even as a kid, I NEVER have EVER made fun of ANYONE in a mean way, but you try dealing with a crazy deaf/mute bottomless pit troll woman and not lose it. I double dog dare ya.
Bless her heart.
Also had an older very well off woman that fell in lust with one of my cashiers. She was having herself a little toot of Chardonnay. Or two. Or six. (Yes, I made sure her sober friend was driving her home). Anyhow, this gal was hysterical with her antics trying to get this guys attention. She was doing everything but putting bills in his g string, trying to get him to go home with her. I finally told her "Honey, I know he is one big hunk of handsome, too bad he is as gay as the day is long. You are batting your lashes at from the wrong bench sweetie" It was priceless. He is not gay, by the way. I told him what I told her, and later on when nobody else was out on the patio, he went out to check the area and when they asked to use his lighter he made sure afterwards, as he was walking away, to say "Now you gurrrrrrrrrls have a FAB evening!!" in his silliest voice, and sashayed his way back inside. Prime time priceless!!
Speaking of gay, there are two of the neatest customers that I am going to miss tremendously when I'm sent back to Euless full time. They are the neatest guys and I've become quite attached to them. Dang it all.
I've blah blah blahed enough at you for the day. Thanks for tuning in.
Stop and appreciate something small today, all.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Who Woulda Thunk Not Giving A Shit Would Be Like Being Medicated???
We are out of Q-Tips, and I keep forgetting to buy more.
Yesterday was so crazy busy here at Job #1. It was also entertaining. Every single time we have a storm of any kind, and yes that means just some really heavy rain, something will go sideways with our phone system here. So, instead of making the worthless communications guy they refuse to cut free figure out WHY that happens, they just pay him to come in and fix everything every time. One born every minute, like they say. Anyhow, lately Boss Man here has decided he's "had enough!" and by God, he will figure the problem out himself and not pay that guy to come out all the time!!! Yes, that is where the entertainment factor comes in. Hahaha.
Needless to say, the telephone guy was out here after a couple of hours of goofy keystone cops entertainment by Boss Man and Idiot Boy the Payroll Wenches son. Good times.
So, I really can't explain how liberating and calming it feels to finally be ok with not trying to make Mister Wonderful happy, and refusing to play his shitty games and ride his emotional roller coaster. I've had an amazing five days. My stress level has dropped astronomically. Himself doesn't know what to do. He was going to "show me" and never showed up at home Friday night. Papoose #2 and I went to the farm right after I got off Job #1 and worked and trained horses for the show and had a blast. When we pulled into our driveway around 9 or so that night, I felt nothing but relief that his car wasn't there. Never heard from him all night. He was really showing me. I made Papoose #2 and I a yummy dinner and then we read a book together. Wow, it was just AWFUL!! Haha.
Evidently, some time around 5 in the morning, he was beating on Papoose #2's window to be let in the house. Drunk off his ass, he slept until 1pm Saturday afternoon. Then he did his usual weekend thing, played video games and watched tv.
I did a huge cleaning on my house Saturday, since I had the day off. It was awesome. Got all my laundry done and cleaned that place top to bottom. Well, I didn't get to steam the floors, ran outta steam before I got that done, so to speak. Haha.
Anyhow, I wasn't giving MW the silent treatment at all. I just didn't have a single thing I wanted to say to him. As a matter of fact, I haven't had a single thing I really wanted to say to him for YEARS now, I just always forced myself to be polite and sweet and thoughtful and, ME. I don't have to do that anymore. It was so nice to just do my thing.
Well, by Monday morning I'm woke up by MW kissing me on the head and saying to himself "it's a new week". I pretended to be asleep. Then I get a text later "It's a new week. You did a great job on the house, thank you. Hope you enjoy the coffee" Dude, grab some Prozac, it's not going to work this time. I'm not all about "keeping the peace" anymore. Not if keeping the peace means I roll with your roller coaster of emotions and melt downs. I've unstrapped the harness and stepped off that ride. Sorry man.
Now he keeps texting and trying to be nice. I am ever so thankful I'm working so much. It keeps me from being forced to deal with him. I don't have to make the choice to piss him off by not letting him schmooze over the fact that he is and always will be an infantile narcissist.
I've come to the decision that as I grow older, I'm totally giving in to my inner Ouiser. I'm gonna wear whatever I want, even if it's not age appropriate, have my pets and say whatever the hell is on my mind. I may even wear the funny hats, although I'm terrible for forgetting I've got a hat on and knocking the hell out of myself, so the jury is still out on that one. I sincerely doubt I will ever be the quiet sweet lil ol lady. I'm way too obnoxious for that.
Adding another work day to my Job #2 schedule. Not going to make enough money for the mortgage and everything otherwise. It'll be good though. Going to add Friday night. I can get 6 more hours in, and still keep Saturdays off like I've done the past few weeks, so I have a whole day off each week. Sweet!!!
I have a system for my mornings. I have a lot to do in the mornings, but it goes very smoothly because I have a system. This morning, for some reason, I had to spend 15 minutes tracking down the food bowls and food scoopers just so I could feed all of the animals. I did not appreciate that. If everything is where it belongs, I have the animals all taken care of in less than 10 minutes. Why, for instance, would I find Milo's food dish in Papoose #1's bedroom, his water bucket in the horse pen, the little dogs water bowl on the dining room table, the cats water bowl by the bird cage, and one of the little dogs food bowls totally disappeared? It was like a Twilight Zone episode or something.
Also, I have asked MW repeatedly to make a decent dog area for the little dogs. I was already running late because of hunting down all the tools I need to do my normal morning routine, then I open the front door (because Lilly has taught all of them to never stay in the backyard anymore) to let the little dogs in and all three of them are in the middle of the road out there with the big black and white dog that belongs to the kid down the street. Thats the same dog that goes around dumping everyones trash cans and crapping all over the place. Lilly was the only one that would come to me, because Herman didn't want to mind me and James Earl only does what Herman does. I called and called and Herman refused to come into the yard. I got Lilly in the house with Milo and walked out to the road to try and get the other two, just in time to have a man nearly hit ME swerving into our driveway trying not to hit Herman. I apologized and thanked him for trying to miss the dog and picked Herman up and carried him in. James Earl refused to follow, so after going in and locking Lilly and Herman up, I went back out and finally got James Earl to stop running around long enough to catch him.
When I got back into the house, I had a text from Papoose #2 asking me to please drop some lunch money off at the office for her.
I was late to work. I was also ticked off at MW's irresponsible lazy ass.
I emailed him about it.
His response?? A text that said "damn that would of been a long text. you write so good, very pretty"
And the beat goes on......................................
Yesterday was so crazy busy here at Job #1. It was also entertaining. Every single time we have a storm of any kind, and yes that means just some really heavy rain, something will go sideways with our phone system here. So, instead of making the worthless communications guy they refuse to cut free figure out WHY that happens, they just pay him to come in and fix everything every time. One born every minute, like they say. Anyhow, lately Boss Man here has decided he's "had enough!" and by God, he will figure the problem out himself and not pay that guy to come out all the time!!! Yes, that is where the entertainment factor comes in. Hahaha.
Needless to say, the telephone guy was out here after a couple of hours of goofy keystone cops entertainment by Boss Man and Idiot Boy the Payroll Wenches son. Good times.
So, I really can't explain how liberating and calming it feels to finally be ok with not trying to make Mister Wonderful happy, and refusing to play his shitty games and ride his emotional roller coaster. I've had an amazing five days. My stress level has dropped astronomically. Himself doesn't know what to do. He was going to "show me" and never showed up at home Friday night. Papoose #2 and I went to the farm right after I got off Job #1 and worked and trained horses for the show and had a blast. When we pulled into our driveway around 9 or so that night, I felt nothing but relief that his car wasn't there. Never heard from him all night. He was really showing me. I made Papoose #2 and I a yummy dinner and then we read a book together. Wow, it was just AWFUL!! Haha.
Evidently, some time around 5 in the morning, he was beating on Papoose #2's window to be let in the house. Drunk off his ass, he slept until 1pm Saturday afternoon. Then he did his usual weekend thing, played video games and watched tv.
I did a huge cleaning on my house Saturday, since I had the day off. It was awesome. Got all my laundry done and cleaned that place top to bottom. Well, I didn't get to steam the floors, ran outta steam before I got that done, so to speak. Haha.
Anyhow, I wasn't giving MW the silent treatment at all. I just didn't have a single thing I wanted to say to him. As a matter of fact, I haven't had a single thing I really wanted to say to him for YEARS now, I just always forced myself to be polite and sweet and thoughtful and, ME. I don't have to do that anymore. It was so nice to just do my thing.
Well, by Monday morning I'm woke up by MW kissing me on the head and saying to himself "it's a new week". I pretended to be asleep. Then I get a text later "It's a new week. You did a great job on the house, thank you. Hope you enjoy the coffee" Dude, grab some Prozac, it's not going to work this time. I'm not all about "keeping the peace" anymore. Not if keeping the peace means I roll with your roller coaster of emotions and melt downs. I've unstrapped the harness and stepped off that ride. Sorry man.
Now he keeps texting and trying to be nice. I am ever so thankful I'm working so much. It keeps me from being forced to deal with him. I don't have to make the choice to piss him off by not letting him schmooze over the fact that he is and always will be an infantile narcissist.
I've come to the decision that as I grow older, I'm totally giving in to my inner Ouiser. I'm gonna wear whatever I want, even if it's not age appropriate, have my pets and say whatever the hell is on my mind. I may even wear the funny hats, although I'm terrible for forgetting I've got a hat on and knocking the hell out of myself, so the jury is still out on that one. I sincerely doubt I will ever be the quiet sweet lil ol lady. I'm way too obnoxious for that.
Adding another work day to my Job #2 schedule. Not going to make enough money for the mortgage and everything otherwise. It'll be good though. Going to add Friday night. I can get 6 more hours in, and still keep Saturdays off like I've done the past few weeks, so I have a whole day off each week. Sweet!!!
I have a system for my mornings. I have a lot to do in the mornings, but it goes very smoothly because I have a system. This morning, for some reason, I had to spend 15 minutes tracking down the food bowls and food scoopers just so I could feed all of the animals. I did not appreciate that. If everything is where it belongs, I have the animals all taken care of in less than 10 minutes. Why, for instance, would I find Milo's food dish in Papoose #1's bedroom, his water bucket in the horse pen, the little dogs water bowl on the dining room table, the cats water bowl by the bird cage, and one of the little dogs food bowls totally disappeared? It was like a Twilight Zone episode or something.
Also, I have asked MW repeatedly to make a decent dog area for the little dogs. I was already running late because of hunting down all the tools I need to do my normal morning routine, then I open the front door (because Lilly has taught all of them to never stay in the backyard anymore) to let the little dogs in and all three of them are in the middle of the road out there with the big black and white dog that belongs to the kid down the street. Thats the same dog that goes around dumping everyones trash cans and crapping all over the place. Lilly was the only one that would come to me, because Herman didn't want to mind me and James Earl only does what Herman does. I called and called and Herman refused to come into the yard. I got Lilly in the house with Milo and walked out to the road to try and get the other two, just in time to have a man nearly hit ME swerving into our driveway trying not to hit Herman. I apologized and thanked him for trying to miss the dog and picked Herman up and carried him in. James Earl refused to follow, so after going in and locking Lilly and Herman up, I went back out and finally got James Earl to stop running around long enough to catch him.
When I got back into the house, I had a text from Papoose #2 asking me to please drop some lunch money off at the office for her.
I was late to work. I was also ticked off at MW's irresponsible lazy ass.
I emailed him about it.
His response?? A text that said "damn that would of been a long text. you write so good, very pretty"
And the beat goes on......................................
Friday, October 7, 2011
Rumbling At The Teepee
So I had a doc appointment yesterday and had to leave work early. Now, I don't mind leaving work early when I have to, but man it pisses me off when I arrive on time to be seen, get left in the waiting room for an HOUR, then they take me back, take blood pressure weight and height (yeah, I seem to be shrinking, or their stick thingie is wrong) and park me in an exam room where they leave me for ANOTHER HOUR!!! Freaking seriously???? I could have stayed at work another TWO FUCKING HOURS? Assholes. I was so pissed off, it took me a good 10 minutes to calm down enough to even engage my brain in the conversation at hand once they sauntered into my exam room. Fucktards.
I had Wednesday evening off from Job #2. Went to the farm to see the two new horses my friends bought and for Papoose #2 to check on her horse and work with him a little bit. Made sure to get home early enough that we could make and eat dinner as a family. While Mister Wonderful and I are out checking the meat on the grill, we were chatting about the repayment situation on the house, and I was pointing out that we really need to buckle down for the next six months till the repayment thing is done, then we will be golden, etc. He was all sure thing yada yada and in a fine mood. I thought man it's nice when he is behaving nearly human, life is so much easier.
Then yesterday morning I get a text that says "I just dropped 290.00 on the electric bill" to which I responded "Great, thanks for taking care of that!" to which MW responded "Had no choice, it was about to be cut off AGAIN!" to which I responded "Well thank goodness you swooped in to save the day then!" And reminded him that it was the stupid electric companies billing issues that caused the last blackout. Now, let me say, HE was supposed to pay the electric bill to begin with. I am paying a double mortgage for the next 6 months, of which he is only paying the same amount as he did when we were paying the regular mortgage. He makes over twice as much as I do, and he has only ever given me 600.00 towards the mortgage. Now, when the mortgage is just over 2500.00, he still intends to only give me the 600.00. I've always paid the electric bill out of my money as well. I also used to pay the car insurance out of my money each month. Even for the year we were living apart and separated.
I made him take over the car insurance several months ago, and now that we need to "batten down the hatches" for the next 6 months to get everything straight, I asked him to help take some of the load off of me by paying the electric. He was all whatever when it was just talk, but once he had to actually use HIS money to pay the electric bill, he went ballistic. I mean, all I do is work. I'm rarely even AT the house. HE is the one with three huge flat screen tvs, an extra fridge in his man cave, several neon signs and shit in his man cave, and three different video game systems, one of which is playing online games pretty much at all times when he is home. He only works his one job, nothing in the evenings or on weekends. Even tho he SHOULD be a man and get a part time job or find ways to lower the expenses, he has always refused.
This man bought one of the flat screen giant tvs. This man RENTS two other ones from Aarons or somewhere. This man ALSO RENTS a couch recliner combo thing that he has in his man cave. He spends hundreds of dollars on toys he never uses and gets violently disgusted with our whole financial life that I have evidently single handedly ruined, according to him, just because he has to pay an electric bill for his family's home? Really?
So anyhow, having to spend his precious play money on the electric bill sent him into outer space. He's sick of all the bs bills "popping up" and sick and tired of our finances being in a shambles and fuck it lets just sell the fucking house, he's so sick of all of it.
So I said fine. YOU get the realtor and YOU go find somewhere to rent, because I'm fucking done as well. I told him I WILL NOT be his scape goat and his excuse and his person to blame for all of his miserable unhappiness anymore. No way. Not me. Not anymore.
He hasn't spoken to me since, which is super fine by me. After my doc appt last night I rolled by the Euless store and ended up getting put to work. Also fine by me. Got home a little after 11 last night and was in bed around 1230. Slept like a baby.
Today I don't work Job #2. Today after work at Job #1 I'm going by the store and purchasing a FOR SALE BY OWNER sign and posting it in my front yard. If I get any offers, great. But the main reason I'm doing it is for MW's benefit. I'm interested to see his reaction to his pissy ass ranting and threats actually being carried out. I could walk away from that house and everything in it and not look back. I'm THAT through. I would PREFER to keep the house at least till I get Papoose #2 graduated and off on her own path, but if that doesn't happen, I'm totally ok with that.
That miserable, selfish, irresponsible, spoiled little prick means absolutely nothing to me anymore. He's always known that I never had a home growing up, and that I would do absolutely anything to keep the home I was blessed with as an adult.
He doesn't have that ammunition anymore.
There has been a shift.
And I am ready to move forward, toward whatever it is my future holds for me.
We shall see.
I had Wednesday evening off from Job #2. Went to the farm to see the two new horses my friends bought and for Papoose #2 to check on her horse and work with him a little bit. Made sure to get home early enough that we could make and eat dinner as a family. While Mister Wonderful and I are out checking the meat on the grill, we were chatting about the repayment situation on the house, and I was pointing out that we really need to buckle down for the next six months till the repayment thing is done, then we will be golden, etc. He was all sure thing yada yada and in a fine mood. I thought man it's nice when he is behaving nearly human, life is so much easier.
Then yesterday morning I get a text that says "I just dropped 290.00 on the electric bill" to which I responded "Great, thanks for taking care of that!" to which MW responded "Had no choice, it was about to be cut off AGAIN!" to which I responded "Well thank goodness you swooped in to save the day then!" And reminded him that it was the stupid electric companies billing issues that caused the last blackout. Now, let me say, HE was supposed to pay the electric bill to begin with. I am paying a double mortgage for the next 6 months, of which he is only paying the same amount as he did when we were paying the regular mortgage. He makes over twice as much as I do, and he has only ever given me 600.00 towards the mortgage. Now, when the mortgage is just over 2500.00, he still intends to only give me the 600.00. I've always paid the electric bill out of my money as well. I also used to pay the car insurance out of my money each month. Even for the year we were living apart and separated.
I made him take over the car insurance several months ago, and now that we need to "batten down the hatches" for the next 6 months to get everything straight, I asked him to help take some of the load off of me by paying the electric. He was all whatever when it was just talk, but once he had to actually use HIS money to pay the electric bill, he went ballistic. I mean, all I do is work. I'm rarely even AT the house. HE is the one with three huge flat screen tvs, an extra fridge in his man cave, several neon signs and shit in his man cave, and three different video game systems, one of which is playing online games pretty much at all times when he is home. He only works his one job, nothing in the evenings or on weekends. Even tho he SHOULD be a man and get a part time job or find ways to lower the expenses, he has always refused.
This man bought one of the flat screen giant tvs. This man RENTS two other ones from Aarons or somewhere. This man ALSO RENTS a couch recliner combo thing that he has in his man cave. He spends hundreds of dollars on toys he never uses and gets violently disgusted with our whole financial life that I have evidently single handedly ruined, according to him, just because he has to pay an electric bill for his family's home? Really?
So anyhow, having to spend his precious play money on the electric bill sent him into outer space. He's sick of all the bs bills "popping up" and sick and tired of our finances being in a shambles and fuck it lets just sell the fucking house, he's so sick of all of it.
So I said fine. YOU get the realtor and YOU go find somewhere to rent, because I'm fucking done as well. I told him I WILL NOT be his scape goat and his excuse and his person to blame for all of his miserable unhappiness anymore. No way. Not me. Not anymore.
He hasn't spoken to me since, which is super fine by me. After my doc appt last night I rolled by the Euless store and ended up getting put to work. Also fine by me. Got home a little after 11 last night and was in bed around 1230. Slept like a baby.
Today I don't work Job #2. Today after work at Job #1 I'm going by the store and purchasing a FOR SALE BY OWNER sign and posting it in my front yard. If I get any offers, great. But the main reason I'm doing it is for MW's benefit. I'm interested to see his reaction to his pissy ass ranting and threats actually being carried out. I could walk away from that house and everything in it and not look back. I'm THAT through. I would PREFER to keep the house at least till I get Papoose #2 graduated and off on her own path, but if that doesn't happen, I'm totally ok with that.
That miserable, selfish, irresponsible, spoiled little prick means absolutely nothing to me anymore. He's always known that I never had a home growing up, and that I would do absolutely anything to keep the home I was blessed with as an adult.
He doesn't have that ammunition anymore.
There has been a shift.
And I am ready to move forward, toward whatever it is my future holds for me.
We shall see.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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