Monday, February 19, 2007

Mardi Gras - WooHoo!

Hello friends! I have been a busy girl! Work has dealt me a full hand which I have been trying to play and finally I cashed out on Saturday. . . It was time for Issy to play.

We had made plans Barbarian and I to go to Mardi Gras on Saturday. My hubby was due to go and her hubby was going to drive us there and pick us up so that operating a motor vehicle was not an option. I woke up Saturday morning ecstatic. Hubby wouldn't wake up so I tried again about an hour later. . . grunt. . . ugh. . . bye. Fine, I'll go without you then.

Now the night before I picked out my beads and left the good ones at home so that I wouldn't get upset if a drunken male fell and ripped some of my beads off. I had them with me along with my medicine in case I just got too drunk to make it back home. I picked up the cell and called my friend.

"I have good news and then I have better news"
"What?"
"Good news is that I'm on my way and the better news is that I'm coming by myself!"

So I get to her house and we get situated and we are off!

We get to our destination and start the 5 block trek. I informed B that I needed a bloody mary as tradition. Oh one minor detail. . . with it being St. Louis. . . the weather sucked. We had received 1-2" of snow from mother nature and it was cold and windy. I had on a thermal undershirt and a thin t-shirt over that with a zip-up hoodie (no bra of course. . . it's Mardi Gras!) So we find a vendor and they loaded us up. . .literally! We made our way to my friend's house and started partying. We had a blast!

I found my new boss who informed me that we were there to have fun and NOT talk about work. He also brought his girlfriend who was fun but struck me as the type to pick "favorites". I wanted her and B to get along and I know B wanted that but I think L was way too drunk to think rational. Oh well! We had jello shots, red headed sluts and lots of beer! I got quite a few good beads but because of the weather, we didn't venture out that much. I earned all of my beads inside. I did however get a great set of beads that I told a story for. That was a first for me! They were ones with little rubber frogs on them. I told the girl that I loved her beads and she told me that she wasn't giving them up. So I told her how hubby and I went to Branson every year and we went to a store called "Peace Frogs" and I bought stickers there and put them on my car. But I blew up the engine in my car and had to get rid of the car and leave all of the stickers behind. She hugged me and said that was a great story and put the beads around my neck.

Then there was this one guy who was quite a bit older than me. He and I were talking and I was two sheets to the wind at that point. I remember at one point in time that he was just about begging me to go out on a date with him. I believe that B was there with me laughing and telling him that he didn't really want to get involved knowing who my hubby was. He still didn't give up. All I know is that he gave me the creeps like go take a shower creep. So we left and headed back to our rendezvous point.

When we got there it was busy and there were a lot of people there. I spotted her hubby's car and grabbed her and started to run across the intersection. When I got to the car, my feet flew out from underneath me and I landed flat on my ass! There was a whole crowd of people there that said "OOooooooooooooooo!" and B picked my ass up and poured me into the back seat of their car.

I had an absolute blast!

Friday, February 09, 2007

Pissy Issy

God I'm aggravated today!

I went to lunch with a co-worker today and tried to pay with my card. Declined. Nice. Didn't I just get paid on Wednesday? Oh that's right. . . I had to pay all of the bills with my money the same as I have had to for the past 3 fucking months.

Now I didn't mind when I was younger and a single mother. I had nobody else to blame if a bill didn't get paid except for me. However, when I have a secondary (or at least I thought I did) coming in, I shouldn't have to worry that much. . . especially when the bills are cut right down the middle.

So Issy called up hubby and explained in a very loud tone of voice that she was displeased with being broke AGAIN. So I called him up and started complaining about the situation and what was he going to do about it. An argument ensued. Words were not exchanged but thrown at a violent manner back and forth through the receiver.

"Why are you calling me at home?!?!?"
"Oh I'm sorry. . . I didn't know you were so busy. . . "
"Look here bitch. . . "
"Call me bitch one more time and I'll show you a fucking bitch when I get home tonight from my J.O.B."
"By the way hubby, keep holdin on to that wild card of 32 miles distance between us because that's the only thing saving your ass right now."
"Don't worry, we'll make it. . . we always do."

Telling me not to worry is not making me feel better. It's just patronizing. Especially coming from a guy who is having his bitch pay his bills for him. I am worried about the bills. I am worried about the dishes not getting done and the house looking like shit like both of us are working when clearly that is not the case. I'm spent. I'm in need of some help from him. Even if it's doing the dishes, vacuuming picking up or something.

I told hubby to get a job when he asked me "What do you want me to do?" Well gee Einstein! That's a loaded question! Try working at the local corner store or even a gas station. Or how about just applying for unemployment! Fuck! I even told him that I'd go out and get a second job! Hell, I'd just install a pole in the front yard and see how much I could make! Talk about working from home!

See the problem is that hubby doesn't think until I have to do it for him. He thinks that if he sits there for long enough that the problem will go away or someone else will take care of it. Know what that's called? Being lazy. I however have not had the luxury of being lazy. Being a single mom at 19 will do that to a girl. I have always had at least one job if not multiple jobs. I have tried to make sure the bills are paid on a regular basis well before hubby came along. I had an ex-hubby that I put all of my financial faith in and he stomped on that like a bug leaving me with 7 years of bad credit and a huge grudge against him for doing so. I also promised myself that I would never get caught dead in that type of situation ever again.

Being that it's "that time of the month" doesn't really help.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Hypocrits

Today I was called a hypocrite. Funny. I reread what I wrote and was a bit confused. It all started as a friendly banter back and forth on where people live. I was arguing that the individuals "perception" is not reality.

I did take it personally. I was being criticized on where I live and the "profiling" that takes place where I live at. Here's my take on it.

I live in the St. Louis area. St. Louis is not the best place for everyone to live. St. Louis is one of those cities where it's a common law joke to ask where you went to high school at. That is because St. Louis has people that have lived here the majority of their lives or either their whole life. This is not a typical "pass through" city. People don't come here to start great careers. People come here to get comfortable and stay comfortable.

I do take MASSIVE offense to someone who attacks my character and judges me as a whole race/group of people. I represent the ever-mighty bitch group. You can find us everywhere; not just in St. Louis. I like being challenged everyday by the people in my community. I live in the country and the people there will stop what they are doing to help you out. We don't have street cleaners so everyone is conscious of picking up after themselves.

I grew up in an upper class county. I hated it. I still hate it. The majority of the people there are fake and judgemental which is why I made the choice to move further south. I have the right to say that though because I lived in that fucking town. Someone who is an outsider who has moved and lived in more places than the town whore has had a turn on all of the male patrons in a town has no business or right judging where I live or where I choose to live.

Yes I'm hot. . . and bothered. I have had many people comment on my blog and they have all been supportive and upbeat about things that I believe and that's coming from people ALL over the country if not world. I have never felt belittled, dirty and stupid because I know I am none of these things. I am absolutely gorgeous on the inside and out. What I have to offer others is a major blessing and those of you should be thankful that I share that with you. I am proud of where I came from, I am proud of what I have done with my life. I am proud of my kids, my family, my beliefs, my career and my friends. I am proud of my home and my car. I am proud that I love to drink beer every night and I am proud of the fact that I flipped off the fuck that cut me off this morning (btw. . . your car sucks BMW fucko!) I am proud that I'm not the slimmest women in the mid west (someone must have had a bad experience with a 300 pound slut in the St. Louis area apparently).

I'm done for now. I just had to state my point. I'm tired of everyone being so god damned negative. If you can't shit then get off the wretched pot. Do something to change it if you don't like it.