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!
Monday, February 19, 2007
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Men are Raging Dicks!!!!!!
Sorry guys. . . I'm a bad, bad girl for not writing!
So I get a phone call from my mother yesterday. Seems as though my daughter had a "situation" last night in regards to men. She has been seeing a boy for 2 weeks now. She has a "backwards" dance (aka Sadie Hawkins for those of you old fuckers such as myself) and asked this boy if he would be her date. He graciously said yes and on we go.
Now mind you this dance is 2 weeks away. My poor dear has already bought her dress. Do I sound dreadful? Yes. I went to visit her on Sunday. Everything was fine in boy land. I left and went home to do stuff and get ready for bed. While I was doing that he was getting ready to designate the bomb. In the form of an email, he broke up with her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why?. . . .
BECAUSE THE SHITTY LITTLE FUCKER SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW HER THAT WELL!!!!!!!
My god! What a lame excuse!!!!! I said something to hubby about it. I told him that I bet anything that the little shit couldn't get his dick wet so he came up with a stupid ass excuse!
I now want to go to his house and beat the holy hell out of that boy. Of course you don't know anyone that well within the course of 2 weeks! What was he thinking? That "oh maybe I'll find out her blood type within that period and if not, then hit the bricks sister". Then my daughter tells me this:
We were sitting on a "love seat" so he asks me (daughter) "what are we sitting on?"
She responds "a love seat"
He says "so that means you love me"?
She says "I guess".
He says "well I do".
What a flake.
So I get a phone call from my mother yesterday. Seems as though my daughter had a "situation" last night in regards to men. She has been seeing a boy for 2 weeks now. She has a "backwards" dance (aka Sadie Hawkins for those of you old fuckers such as myself) and asked this boy if he would be her date. He graciously said yes and on we go.
Now mind you this dance is 2 weeks away. My poor dear has already bought her dress. Do I sound dreadful? Yes. I went to visit her on Sunday. Everything was fine in boy land. I left and went home to do stuff and get ready for bed. While I was doing that he was getting ready to designate the bomb. In the form of an email, he broke up with her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why?. . . .
BECAUSE THE SHITTY LITTLE FUCKER SAID HE DIDN'T KNOW HER THAT WELL!!!!!!!
My god! What a lame excuse!!!!! I said something to hubby about it. I told him that I bet anything that the little shit couldn't get his dick wet so he came up with a stupid ass excuse!
I now want to go to his house and beat the holy hell out of that boy. Of course you don't know anyone that well within the course of 2 weeks! What was he thinking? That "oh maybe I'll find out her blood type within that period and if not, then hit the bricks sister". Then my daughter tells me this:
We were sitting on a "love seat" so he asks me (daughter) "what are we sitting on?"
She responds "a love seat"
He says "so that means you love me"?
She says "I guess".
He says "well I do".
What a flake.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Sorry everyone. I was stuck on post 69 and just couldn't bring myself to add one more! (Bad joke.)
Anyway, I wish I could talk openly about the situation with our home and with hubby's family but I really can't due to legal reasons. All I can say is this, I'm staying as far away from his mom as I can. Ever heard of the term "circling the drain"? I don't want to get sucked in and go down like she is. It's actually quite peaceful distancing myself.
Hubby and I are doing great! He hasn't worked consistently for months now and money is really tight but we will make it. I hate the winter because of that. I think in the spring we will go on a little excursion.
My little man is doing great! Although he did something fruit on Monday. Sunday night I made dinner. I put a chicken leg on his plate and a small amount of penne pasta with cheese sauce. He wanted to watch his "shows" instead of eating and we told him that either he eat or go to bed. Either way, TV was not an option. So he decided to go to bed. He woke up the next morning saying that his tummy hurt and I reminded him of the fact that he hadn't eaten. So I took him to daycare and he threw up all over the kitchen. So we trekked back home and I put him in the bed and turned on the TV for him. He ate 2 bowls of Cheez-its, a little debbie snack cake, 2 pieces of toast, a PBJ, 2 go-gurts, chicken tenders, peas and a bunch of water. Yeah, he was sick all right.
Then there's my best friend. She is going through a rough time right now and I really don't know what I can do to ease her frustration. She's basically being ignored in her marriage and I just want to shake her hubby and wake him up. She's a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. I have been making more of an effort to spend more time with her to get her mind off of struggles that she is having a hard time conquering. All I can do is listen and try to paraphrase. That's all I would need from her if I was going through what she is. I have actually and she has always had a bent ear and waited 4 hours if need be for me to get it off my chest. Actually what we really need is a much needed girls night out! Right now though, I am not financially prepared for that until about another month.
Well, that's what is going on with me. Except for work. . . . NONE of you want to know about that. I'm waiting for something positive to happen before I blog about.
Anyway, I wish I could talk openly about the situation with our home and with hubby's family but I really can't due to legal reasons. All I can say is this, I'm staying as far away from his mom as I can. Ever heard of the term "circling the drain"? I don't want to get sucked in and go down like she is. It's actually quite peaceful distancing myself.
Hubby and I are doing great! He hasn't worked consistently for months now and money is really tight but we will make it. I hate the winter because of that. I think in the spring we will go on a little excursion.
My little man is doing great! Although he did something fruit on Monday. Sunday night I made dinner. I put a chicken leg on his plate and a small amount of penne pasta with cheese sauce. He wanted to watch his "shows" instead of eating and we told him that either he eat or go to bed. Either way, TV was not an option. So he decided to go to bed. He woke up the next morning saying that his tummy hurt and I reminded him of the fact that he hadn't eaten. So I took him to daycare and he threw up all over the kitchen. So we trekked back home and I put him in the bed and turned on the TV for him. He ate 2 bowls of Cheez-its, a little debbie snack cake, 2 pieces of toast, a PBJ, 2 go-gurts, chicken tenders, peas and a bunch of water. Yeah, he was sick all right.
Then there's my best friend. She is going through a rough time right now and I really don't know what I can do to ease her frustration. She's basically being ignored in her marriage and I just want to shake her hubby and wake him up. She's a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. I have been making more of an effort to spend more time with her to get her mind off of struggles that she is having a hard time conquering. All I can do is listen and try to paraphrase. That's all I would need from her if I was going through what she is. I have actually and she has always had a bent ear and waited 4 hours if need be for me to get it off my chest. Actually what we really need is a much needed girls night out! Right now though, I am not financially prepared for that until about another month.
Well, that's what is going on with me. Except for work. . . . NONE of you want to know about that. I'm waiting for something positive to happen before I blog about.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Yay! It's Tuesday!
Good morning everyone reading! Tuesday is not usually recognized as a day of recognition but for me I thought I'd start nothing new.
Everyone hates Mondays. Nobody likes to work, go anywhere or do anything on Mondays. Tuesdays are however after Mondays so how could it be that much worse? It's not.
Then there's Wednesdays. The ever popular "hump" day. Now if your lucky enough to get laid on that day then this theory would apply to you. Most of us don't have partners that are willing to recognize this day specifically dedicated to "gettin some". Mind you Tuesdays are usually days when my hubby puts out so Tuesday would be my "hump" day.
Now on to Thursday. This day has it made as the prequel to the ever popular Friday. Everyone is gearing up for a big party. Thursdays for me however are my workout day which means that the day of pain will follow on Friday making it not such a hot day in Issy's book. Oh did I mention that I work out on Tuesday as well?
Friday is next which is every one's time to get together with coworkers before the big bash happens called the weekend. This is when my drinking occurs to take the edge off of sore muscles and forgetting about retarded co-workers.
Ah. . . . the weekend. Mass amounts of alcohol consumed here just knowing that you have to start all over again on the dreaded Monday.
Vicious circle? That alone calls for a drink! Cheers everyone!~
Everyone hates Mondays. Nobody likes to work, go anywhere or do anything on Mondays. Tuesdays are however after Mondays so how could it be that much worse? It's not.
Then there's Wednesdays. The ever popular "hump" day. Now if your lucky enough to get laid on that day then this theory would apply to you. Most of us don't have partners that are willing to recognize this day specifically dedicated to "gettin some". Mind you Tuesdays are usually days when my hubby puts out so Tuesday would be my "hump" day.
Now on to Thursday. This day has it made as the prequel to the ever popular Friday. Everyone is gearing up for a big party. Thursdays for me however are my workout day which means that the day of pain will follow on Friday making it not such a hot day in Issy's book. Oh did I mention that I work out on Tuesday as well?
Friday is next which is every one's time to get together with coworkers before the big bash happens called the weekend. This is when my drinking occurs to take the edge off of sore muscles and forgetting about retarded co-workers.
Ah. . . . the weekend. Mass amounts of alcohol consumed here just knowing that you have to start all over again on the dreaded Monday.
Vicious circle? That alone calls for a drink! Cheers everyone!~
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Change Sux!
This has to do with my job. It may be boring so I'm sorry ahead of time. Although my old boss is pretty fiery in this one!
The company that I work for is an AV company. The division that I work for does major events and conventions. I managed the whole office of 42 people but now have gone through a divisional split. I now work with 12 people. My boss is not one of the people in our "team". So therefore, now I have a new boss. There's a big problem though. . . .
Nobody told him that I am no longer his assistant.
Yesterday I had to go into 2 meetings. Let me just say that both were orchestrated by T (we'll call my old boss that for now) whom wasn't supposed to be having them at all since nobody except for one person reports to him. I was in both. I was uncomfortable in both. The last one was the worst because I had to go over what my new job duties are with him which made no sense. But since my new boss is on the road, I decided to play dumb to the whole thing.
My new boss, R, called into the meeting and played dumb too until T spilled the beans and told him that he was creating a memo for one of the managers letting them know which duties I was dumping. All hell broke loose while I was there in his office. This is somewhat how it went:
T: Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
T: Oh that's right R; you haven't been to any meetings that we've had.
R: Nice T.
T: You know what R? This isn't getting any of us anywhere.
The call lasted for about 20 minutes and the aftermath after he hung up the receiver was even worse.
One of my co-workers came to me later on and asked what was wrong. I tried to tell him that I couldn't talk about it but I had to run to the ladies room before I started crying. T ended it with him shaking my hand and sarcastically saying "Nice workin with ya".
I called R when I got home to go over the meeting(s) and he was all calm about it and said "Issy, it was all just a big cock fight. Don't worry about it. I'm really sorry you got into the middle of it and I will take care of it when I get back on Wednesday". That really helped out.
I don't have any respect for my old boss. I used to have some but now I just feel sorry for him. I pointed out last night to R that for a 55 year old man, I just couldn't understand how immature and unprofessional he could be. He agreed.
The company that I work for is an AV company. The division that I work for does major events and conventions. I managed the whole office of 42 people but now have gone through a divisional split. I now work with 12 people. My boss is not one of the people in our "team". So therefore, now I have a new boss. There's a big problem though. . . .
Nobody told him that I am no longer his assistant.
Yesterday I had to go into 2 meetings. Let me just say that both were orchestrated by T (we'll call my old boss that for now) whom wasn't supposed to be having them at all since nobody except for one person reports to him. I was in both. I was uncomfortable in both. The last one was the worst because I had to go over what my new job duties are with him which made no sense. But since my new boss is on the road, I decided to play dumb to the whole thing.
My new boss, R, called into the meeting and played dumb too until T spilled the beans and told him that he was creating a memo for one of the managers letting them know which duties I was dumping. All hell broke loose while I was there in his office. This is somewhat how it went:
T: Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
T: Oh that's right R; you haven't been to any meetings that we've had.
R: Nice T.
T: You know what R? This isn't getting any of us anywhere.
The call lasted for about 20 minutes and the aftermath after he hung up the receiver was even worse.
One of my co-workers came to me later on and asked what was wrong. I tried to tell him that I couldn't talk about it but I had to run to the ladies room before I started crying. T ended it with him shaking my hand and sarcastically saying "Nice workin with ya".
I called R when I got home to go over the meeting(s) and he was all calm about it and said "Issy, it was all just a big cock fight. Don't worry about it. I'm really sorry you got into the middle of it and I will take care of it when I get back on Wednesday". That really helped out.
I don't have any respect for my old boss. I used to have some but now I just feel sorry for him. I pointed out last night to R that for a 55 year old man, I just couldn't understand how immature and unprofessional he could be. He agreed.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Merry Christmas!
Okay. I know it's a little late for the well wishing of good cheer. I thought some of you might want to know how my holiday was.
Not too much drama. I made it a point to ignore a lot of it; either way it was there. My mother wasn't too bad. My MIL was her typical self. Hubby was sulking. And I? I ran around the majority of the time mumbling under my breath "I hate the fucking holidays". Most that barely heard me stayed away. Good plan of action on my part.
There were two parts of my holiday that I will never forgot from this year.
Being invited to my best friend's house to celebrate Christmas with her and her family. It was very relaxed (except for my son) and down to earth. I had never seen one person bring so many presents (Nana)! I was given a hand made afghan for a king size bed which is not an easy feat. It turned out absolutely gorgeous! I was absolutely floored that someone would spend that much time making something for me. I also got an expensive piece of equipment from Barbarian and her hubby. That absolutely floored me too! I told her that and her response was "I know you wouldn't have gotten the leather coat for me unless you got an awesome deal on it. That's how we felt about your gift. We got a KILLER deal on it!" That made me feel great! I did get a pretty smokin deal on her coat.
Then there was Christmas morning with little man and hubby. Hubby and I decided that we weren't going to exchange presents this year because of the new car. I did not hold up my end of the bargain and purchased a mixed 6 pack of imported beer, fleece lounge pants and a HUGE box of Cheez-its for his Christmas present. It wasn't much but it was a day of comfort for him. I asked him what was wrong when I noticed him pouting. He told me that he didn't get anything from me and that he wished I wouldn't have bought any of it. I told him "You got me a car you idiot! I don't even KNOW anyone this year that was given a VEHICLE for Christmas!" He smiled and I knew he wasn't feeling so bad anymore.
Well folks, there you have it. Issy's holiday season. The upside and lesson to be learned from this Christmas is that nobody was dismembered, no one lost an eye and most importantly, no one contracted a VD from hitting the egg nog one too many times and then sleeping with a drunken stranger. Gotta love the holidays!
Not too much drama. I made it a point to ignore a lot of it; either way it was there. My mother wasn't too bad. My MIL was her typical self. Hubby was sulking. And I? I ran around the majority of the time mumbling under my breath "I hate the fucking holidays". Most that barely heard me stayed away. Good plan of action on my part.
There were two parts of my holiday that I will never forgot from this year.
Being invited to my best friend's house to celebrate Christmas with her and her family. It was very relaxed (except for my son) and down to earth. I had never seen one person bring so many presents (Nana)! I was given a hand made afghan for a king size bed which is not an easy feat. It turned out absolutely gorgeous! I was absolutely floored that someone would spend that much time making something for me. I also got an expensive piece of equipment from Barbarian and her hubby. That absolutely floored me too! I told her that and her response was "I know you wouldn't have gotten the leather coat for me unless you got an awesome deal on it. That's how we felt about your gift. We got a KILLER deal on it!" That made me feel great! I did get a pretty smokin deal on her coat.
Then there was Christmas morning with little man and hubby. Hubby and I decided that we weren't going to exchange presents this year because of the new car. I did not hold up my end of the bargain and purchased a mixed 6 pack of imported beer, fleece lounge pants and a HUGE box of Cheez-its for his Christmas present. It wasn't much but it was a day of comfort for him. I asked him what was wrong when I noticed him pouting. He told me that he didn't get anything from me and that he wished I wouldn't have bought any of it. I told him "You got me a car you idiot! I don't even KNOW anyone this year that was given a VEHICLE for Christmas!" He smiled and I knew he wasn't feeling so bad anymore.
Well folks, there you have it. Issy's holiday season. The upside and lesson to be learned from this Christmas is that nobody was dismembered, no one lost an eye and most importantly, no one contracted a VD from hitting the egg nog one too many times and then sleeping with a drunken stranger. Gotta love the holidays!
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Karma
I just tried to upload a card for everyone to see because I fell out of my chair laughing when I opened it. But once again, pain in the ass Google Blogger has told me that they are "so sorry but that they can't complete my request". So I tried a different pic thinking that it may have something to do with the size. No deal. Fuck you Google. I hate you at every turn and soon Karma will kick your ass.
Here's a funny story for you all (speaking of Karma). A while ago the company I work for split and was bought out by some big ass investor. The corporate portion moved about 25 miles away and we stayed put. In the past we would send our mail over for metering as it all fell under one account and made no sense for our office to obtain a postage meter. When the move took place, I fought the broad who was in charge of the move tooth and nail for answers as to what we were to do for our mail. She basically pushed me out if the boat with the hopes that I would drown.
We purchased a scale (for mail wise asses should you snicker and ask!) and I joined a stamp club so that we would receive stamps on a regular basis. Just so you know, the fight that I had with this girl lasted months not to mention the thick layer of animosity that we had for each other.
Well come to find out yesterday that one of my co-workers found out that their postage machine caught on fire! Woo-hoo! Karma sucks doesn't it bitch? Look what God did to you for not giving us options and acting like the cunt you know you are! Ha! I just have visions of that bitch running around with her fat ass trying to catch up with her while flames consume that blasted postage machine. It also ruined some of the wiring and not in just that area.
God I love Karma. It never fails!
Here's a funny story for you all (speaking of Karma). A while ago the company I work for split and was bought out by some big ass investor. The corporate portion moved about 25 miles away and we stayed put. In the past we would send our mail over for metering as it all fell under one account and made no sense for our office to obtain a postage meter. When the move took place, I fought the broad who was in charge of the move tooth and nail for answers as to what we were to do for our mail. She basically pushed me out if the boat with the hopes that I would drown.
We purchased a scale (for mail wise asses should you snicker and ask!) and I joined a stamp club so that we would receive stamps on a regular basis. Just so you know, the fight that I had with this girl lasted months not to mention the thick layer of animosity that we had for each other.
Well come to find out yesterday that one of my co-workers found out that their postage machine caught on fire! Woo-hoo! Karma sucks doesn't it bitch? Look what God did to you for not giving us options and acting like the cunt you know you are! Ha! I just have visions of that bitch running around with her fat ass trying to catch up with her while flames consume that blasted postage machine. It also ruined some of the wiring and not in just that area.
God I love Karma. It never fails!
Friday, December 15, 2006
His Majesty Arrives
I called my parents home last night. My brother and his wife and their 1.5 year old arrived at the airport last night from Japan. He will be in the states for 3 weeks. Should I get excited? Somewhat but I've already set myself up for the self centered drama to occur long ago.
A brief history if you will:
I was adopted.
My brother was not. He was considered the entity that should have never occurred. Therefore making him the miracle child.
There is an 8 year gap between he and I. Before he was born, I was it! When he came along, I felt pushed aside and not needed anymore. I still feel that way. My mother is to blame for that one.
My brother's needs are catered to at all times. If his bank account gets low, mommy and daddy will put some in. If he needs a car? Mommy and daddy will get one for him. I didn't even go to his wedding because my mom didn't want me there and he was too scared of her to ask me to come. Pussy!
Well now his majesty is in town. How wonderful! What a lucky gal I am! This means that the world has now stopped on its axis. Death and destruction no longer exists. We are all now complete. Why would I be bitter? Because for the next 3 weeks, myself and my family don't exist and are invisible. I will hear excuses as to why my brother doesn't have time to spend with me because he's too busy according to my mother. He has no say so in the matter never mind the fact that he won't grow his own set of balls and stand up to her.
So, this evening I will be going to a wonderful Christmas party with my best friend and then parting ways to venture to my parents house for a fun filled evening of family dysfunctionality.
Bah Humbug Bitches!
A brief history if you will:
I was adopted.
My brother was not. He was considered the entity that should have never occurred. Therefore making him the miracle child.
There is an 8 year gap between he and I. Before he was born, I was it! When he came along, I felt pushed aside and not needed anymore. I still feel that way. My mother is to blame for that one.
My brother's needs are catered to at all times. If his bank account gets low, mommy and daddy will put some in. If he needs a car? Mommy and daddy will get one for him. I didn't even go to his wedding because my mom didn't want me there and he was too scared of her to ask me to come. Pussy!
Well now his majesty is in town. How wonderful! What a lucky gal I am! This means that the world has now stopped on its axis. Death and destruction no longer exists. We are all now complete. Why would I be bitter? Because for the next 3 weeks, myself and my family don't exist and are invisible. I will hear excuses as to why my brother doesn't have time to spend with me because he's too busy according to my mother. He has no say so in the matter never mind the fact that he won't grow his own set of balls and stand up to her.
So, this evening I will be going to a wonderful Christmas party with my best friend and then parting ways to venture to my parents house for a fun filled evening of family dysfunctionality.
Bah Humbug Bitches!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Let's Not Make it too Long!
I took some time off of work today to see P off properly. There were only 3 of us; FIL, hubby and myself. We had to be at the cemetary at 8 this morning. The funeral director (which we are on a first name basis with him now) was to be there at 8:15. Prompt as could be, the mustard colored hearse pulled up. I commented to hubby that P was getting ride for the last time in a Caddie. Those were his favorite vehicles. . . lots of class. At least they got that part right.
The funeral director said to my FIL that they had found a watch and a set of glasses with P but didn't put them on him in the casket and did he want the items. FIL said to put them with him in the casket which they did. Come to think of it now, I wonder if they even dressed P nice? I wouldn't put it past them to put his cold, lifeless body in there naked. They purchased the cheapest casket that the funeral home had to offer. Only reason why I'm saying that is because when Steve passed, we had to pick out the casket. Hubby picked it out and it was a real pretty one but it cost quite a bit. I saw the one that P was currently in. It was one of the first ones in line in there "show room". Nothing too good for ol P! He's gone now! What's that old biblical saying "Spare the rod" or something like that?
Hubby and some of the cemetary workers pulled P out of the hearse and placed him above the hole in the ground. The funeral director asked us if more people were coming. No. We didn't even know if the other living grandchild had been contacted about his death. He then asked FIL if he wanted to say a few words on P's behalf. FIL asked if the director could do it but to not make it too long. God forbid. Christ. How much worse could this get? He gave the Irish Blessing along with the the one that starts "The lord is my shepard, I shall not want". I've always loved that passage but it reminds me of death. Then the funeral director started reciting this:
(I can't remember the first part right now as my mind is all mixed up)
"Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The power
The glory
Forever
Amen"
All of those things need to be said for P.
Hubby told me to look at the skyline. It was beautiful. It was all pink and hazy.
When I looked at him he had one tear running down the right side of his cheek.
The funeral director said to my FIL that they had found a watch and a set of glasses with P but didn't put them on him in the casket and did he want the items. FIL said to put them with him in the casket which they did. Come to think of it now, I wonder if they even dressed P nice? I wouldn't put it past them to put his cold, lifeless body in there naked. They purchased the cheapest casket that the funeral home had to offer. Only reason why I'm saying that is because when Steve passed, we had to pick out the casket. Hubby picked it out and it was a real pretty one but it cost quite a bit. I saw the one that P was currently in. It was one of the first ones in line in there "show room". Nothing too good for ol P! He's gone now! What's that old biblical saying "Spare the rod" or something like that?
Hubby and some of the cemetary workers pulled P out of the hearse and placed him above the hole in the ground. The funeral director asked us if more people were coming. No. We didn't even know if the other living grandchild had been contacted about his death. He then asked FIL if he wanted to say a few words on P's behalf. FIL asked if the director could do it but to not make it too long. God forbid. Christ. How much worse could this get? He gave the Irish Blessing along with the the one that starts "The lord is my shepard, I shall not want". I've always loved that passage but it reminds me of death. Then the funeral director started reciting this:
(I can't remember the first part right now as my mind is all mixed up)
"Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors
And lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The power
The glory
Forever
Amen"
All of those things need to be said for P.
Hubby told me to look at the skyline. It was beautiful. It was all pink and hazy.
When I looked at him he had one tear running down the right side of his cheek.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
What is Happening Now
I came home last night trying to figure out what type of arrangements have been made for P. Hubby was sketchy and frustrated; no doubt because he either knew or felt what was really going on. So I dropped it and decided I would deal with arrangements tomorrow, hence today.
I was leaving for work and I called FIL. I asked what was going on with the funeral. I had been told the night before that there MIGHT be something at the funeral home; there MIGHT be something at the cemetary but nobody was for sure. So I asked this morning. I was told that FIL is meeting the funeral director at the cemetary and they will put P in the ground. No service, no prayer, no other family members, no nothing. I was however invited to go along if I wanted to. I asked if hubby was going and he said he didn't know. I asked if MIL was going and was told no; she would be tied up in meetings today and tomorrow with the law firm. How nice. Even the law firm isn't sending someone out for representation.
Why is this happening? Why is he being hated so much that nobody is being given the opportunity to pay their respects and say goodbye? None of this is right. I don't hate my in laws. I look at them like I looked at P. At one point of time in his life he was a wonderful man and a loving person but he left this world a sick, broken down old man. I think my in laws are just sick people in need of some serious professional help. I hope they can get that so that they may find some absolution.
I was leaving for work and I called FIL. I asked what was going on with the funeral. I had been told the night before that there MIGHT be something at the funeral home; there MIGHT be something at the cemetary but nobody was for sure. So I asked this morning. I was told that FIL is meeting the funeral director at the cemetary and they will put P in the ground. No service, no prayer, no other family members, no nothing. I was however invited to go along if I wanted to. I asked if hubby was going and he said he didn't know. I asked if MIL was going and was told no; she would be tied up in meetings today and tomorrow with the law firm. How nice. Even the law firm isn't sending someone out for representation.
Why is this happening? Why is he being hated so much that nobody is being given the opportunity to pay their respects and say goodbye? None of this is right. I don't hate my in laws. I look at them like I looked at P. At one point of time in his life he was a wonderful man and a loving person but he left this world a sick, broken down old man. I think my in laws are just sick people in need of some serious professional help. I hope they can get that so that they may find some absolution.
If Anyone Knows Someone in Blogger, Please Help!
I have wrote two posts and had people tell me that they can't comment. This new beta blogger is the most inconvenient thing I've ever encountered. I don't know who to contact within blogger to alert them to the problem or to Google for that matter. If anyone knows, please let Barbarian know so that I can figure out how to remedy this issue. Otherwise, I'm going to have to shut down shop! Thanks everyone! I miss you guys!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Death Comes in 3's
Ever heard that before? I have and I'm tired of it; mostly because it seems to pertain to me lately.
Last night I came home with our son, settled in by changing my clothes and parking my ass on the sectional. I had been there with hubby for about an hour with the son in the bedroom watching TV when someone started knocking on the door. It was the sister in law from up the hill. Hubby answered the door and was told to go outside. A few moments later they returned back inside the house and hubby offered Sis a beer. She declined. I looked at both of them and asked how she was doing. She said fine and hubby said firmly "Babe, P died".
I had all kinds of old familiar feelings flood over me like a sick, wet blanket. She then told us that mother in law had asked the nursing home to call her if they didn't see P for a few days (P's wife N, lives at the nursing home and he visited just about every day). Well they called. So, MIL and FIL went to P's house to check on him. He had died days earlier. Nobody knows exactly when. This is going to sound strange, but all I could think about was P sitting on the sofa and going to sleep in the dark and not waking up. Nobody there to say good bye to. Laying there for days in silence. No one to make sure he hadn't soiled himself. Nobody to tell him that it's going to be okay. No one to reassure him that he is still loved no matter how crazy he may be.
This whole "alone thing" bothers me. P was as nutty as a fruitcake but he still deserved some sense of respect. He had a mental illness that "got in the way" of other people's every day dealings. While I listened to other people bitch about the inapropriate things that P said and did, I had an opinion forming in the back of my brain. Shuning him and casting him away because of a mental illness is like discrediting someone because they have cancer. They don't ask for that. They don't wake up one morning and say "Hey! I think I'd like to be crazy and make everyone else's life miserable!" It doesn't work that way.
I don't think P DESERVED what happened to him and I am so sad that he had to leave this world knowing that.
Last night I came home with our son, settled in by changing my clothes and parking my ass on the sectional. I had been there with hubby for about an hour with the son in the bedroom watching TV when someone started knocking on the door. It was the sister in law from up the hill. Hubby answered the door and was told to go outside. A few moments later they returned back inside the house and hubby offered Sis a beer. She declined. I looked at both of them and asked how she was doing. She said fine and hubby said firmly "Babe, P died".
I had all kinds of old familiar feelings flood over me like a sick, wet blanket. She then told us that mother in law had asked the nursing home to call her if they didn't see P for a few days (P's wife N, lives at the nursing home and he visited just about every day). Well they called. So, MIL and FIL went to P's house to check on him. He had died days earlier. Nobody knows exactly when. This is going to sound strange, but all I could think about was P sitting on the sofa and going to sleep in the dark and not waking up. Nobody there to say good bye to. Laying there for days in silence. No one to make sure he hadn't soiled himself. Nobody to tell him that it's going to be okay. No one to reassure him that he is still loved no matter how crazy he may be.
This whole "alone thing" bothers me. P was as nutty as a fruitcake but he still deserved some sense of respect. He had a mental illness that "got in the way" of other people's every day dealings. While I listened to other people bitch about the inapropriate things that P said and did, I had an opinion forming in the back of my brain. Shuning him and casting him away because of a mental illness is like discrediting someone because they have cancer. They don't ask for that. They don't wake up one morning and say "Hey! I think I'd like to be crazy and make everyone else's life miserable!" It doesn't work that way.
I don't think P DESERVED what happened to him and I am so sad that he had to leave this world knowing that.
Monday, December 11, 2006
How to trap and kill a notorious lard ass!
I started a new diet. So far so good. I've lost 2 pounds! Woo hoo! I have to monitor my diet, exercise, motivate myself. . . . . MOTIVATE MYSELF???????????? I'm sorry but I'm one of the most cynical people I know. Motivating myself is like asking a Native American to kill a buffalo just for the hell of it and walk away. Not happening. What's the point? I need someone or something up in my face saying "Hey lard ass, quit puttin that shit in your mouth!" Or "I just got done with the plans on a sling to get your monsterous butt up out of bed! I think it can hold all of you if you just give it a chance."
Yeah. I've given up. I monitor my diet and there is even room in Issy's diet for beer. Custom made just for moi! Exercise however is a problem. It didn't used to be but now it is.
When I was young (way young) from the time I was about 6 years old, I danced at a studio. I danced for over 10 years, became a rebelious teen and quit. I weighed 110 pounds and was 5'5". I had my first kid when I was 19 and went from 110 to 172. I lost all of the weight that I put on 2 weeks after I had my daughter.
3.5 years ago, I had my son at the tender age of 32 or 31 (I can't remember) and went from 130 to 174 and am now down to 152 (that's with the 2 pounds lost mind you!). So, for 3.5 years, I have been on the dieting roller coster and to be honest with you, I have become nautious. All I am wanting to get down to is 130. That's it. Even getting into the mid to low 40's would be a start.
Hubby met me when I was working for a grocery store as the asst. mgr. of the dairy department. My title was "Dairy Bitch". No joke. But at the time, I was working 2 jobs, going through a divorce, drinking heavily and smoking a lot of cigarettes. I was solid muscle and built which is why hubby supposedly gravitated to me. He told one of my co-workers "I'm gonna tag that ass in 2 weeks, bet me!" Well I wish I could say that it was 2 weeks but it wasn't. Either way, things have gone down hill with Issy's physice' ever since I "settled down". Now that I'm comfortable and have a 3 year old, I just don't have the time, room or energy to pick my legs up. It makes me wonder where I got all of that energy before? Where in the hell did it go? When I was dancing I worked out 6 days a week at 4.5 hours a day. Why can't I work out for 15 minutes a day 3 times a week? WTF?
Being pleasantly plump is not as attractive as it sounds. What I need is a workout buddy and dieting buddy; physically. Anyone would do. You don't even have to be that nice! That would be asking a hell of a lot anyway considering the type of person I am! So if anyone has any tidbits of useful "motivation" to throw my way, I am open.
Yeah. I've given up. I monitor my diet and there is even room in Issy's diet for beer. Custom made just for moi! Exercise however is a problem. It didn't used to be but now it is.
When I was young (way young) from the time I was about 6 years old, I danced at a studio. I danced for over 10 years, became a rebelious teen and quit. I weighed 110 pounds and was 5'5". I had my first kid when I was 19 and went from 110 to 172. I lost all of the weight that I put on 2 weeks after I had my daughter.
3.5 years ago, I had my son at the tender age of 32 or 31 (I can't remember) and went from 130 to 174 and am now down to 152 (that's with the 2 pounds lost mind you!). So, for 3.5 years, I have been on the dieting roller coster and to be honest with you, I have become nautious. All I am wanting to get down to is 130. That's it. Even getting into the mid to low 40's would be a start.
Hubby met me when I was working for a grocery store as the asst. mgr. of the dairy department. My title was "Dairy Bitch". No joke. But at the time, I was working 2 jobs, going through a divorce, drinking heavily and smoking a lot of cigarettes. I was solid muscle and built which is why hubby supposedly gravitated to me. He told one of my co-workers "I'm gonna tag that ass in 2 weeks, bet me!" Well I wish I could say that it was 2 weeks but it wasn't. Either way, things have gone down hill with Issy's physice' ever since I "settled down". Now that I'm comfortable and have a 3 year old, I just don't have the time, room or energy to pick my legs up. It makes me wonder where I got all of that energy before? Where in the hell did it go? When I was dancing I worked out 6 days a week at 4.5 hours a day. Why can't I work out for 15 minutes a day 3 times a week? WTF?
Being pleasantly plump is not as attractive as it sounds. What I need is a workout buddy and dieting buddy; physically. Anyone would do. You don't even have to be that nice! That would be asking a hell of a lot anyway considering the type of person I am! So if anyone has any tidbits of useful "motivation" to throw my way, I am open.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Melt down
I go through stages of stress. First there's the bitchy stage. I complain about everything. Nothing goes right. I hate everyone. What's next?
Then there's stage 2, letting EVERYONE know about it and throwing a temper tantrum. At this stage I know there are people out to get me and make me miserable. I purposely pick fights with people just to prove a point whether it needs to be proved or not.
Then there's stage 3 - shut down mode. I don't talk to ANYONE. People will ask me a question and I will blatantly ignore them. Figure it's better than biting there head off; that already happened in stage 2.
So I'm sure some of you are asking "Why go through all of that unecesary stress? Why not just put on a happy face and not take life so seriously?" Well for your information, THAT'S NOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Years and years ago I was diagnosed with an anger disorder. I've only told a few people about it and they have all laughed at me. It hurts to be vulnerable about something like that. I've spent litterally years working on dealing with my anger and how to channel it in more productive directions. An anger disorder is this: a person who displays anger differently from a normal person. Most people get angry and curse and let it go. I tend to go into a rage over stupid piddly shit. I've been known to "snap" without saying anything and just haul off physically without regard for who's in the line of fire. I've had to go through my whole life rationalizing what to or not to get mad about. It's not as easy as it sounds when you have an unidentifiable demon running rampant through your subconcious. I wish I could blame my mother for this but this is something that I have to deal with. I don't have time in my life to point the finger anymore. My mom has her own illnesses that she will never overcome. I'm trying to be the bigger person by recognizing mine and trying to do better.
I don't take medicine for it as it's a lifestyle issue (at least at the time that's how it was explained to me). I've hurt a lot of people in my past because of it. I've broken bones because of it; not meaning to. I've lost relationships because of it. And for the most part, people just plain don't understand it. Frankly, I have a hard time understanding it at times.
I know this isn't a positive post and I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. It's a skeleton in my life that I'm ready to let go of.
Then there's stage 2, letting EVERYONE know about it and throwing a temper tantrum. At this stage I know there are people out to get me and make me miserable. I purposely pick fights with people just to prove a point whether it needs to be proved or not.
Then there's stage 3 - shut down mode. I don't talk to ANYONE. People will ask me a question and I will blatantly ignore them. Figure it's better than biting there head off; that already happened in stage 2.
So I'm sure some of you are asking "Why go through all of that unecesary stress? Why not just put on a happy face and not take life so seriously?" Well for your information, THAT'S NOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Years and years ago I was diagnosed with an anger disorder. I've only told a few people about it and they have all laughed at me. It hurts to be vulnerable about something like that. I've spent litterally years working on dealing with my anger and how to channel it in more productive directions. An anger disorder is this: a person who displays anger differently from a normal person. Most people get angry and curse and let it go. I tend to go into a rage over stupid piddly shit. I've been known to "snap" without saying anything and just haul off physically without regard for who's in the line of fire. I've had to go through my whole life rationalizing what to or not to get mad about. It's not as easy as it sounds when you have an unidentifiable demon running rampant through your subconcious. I wish I could blame my mother for this but this is something that I have to deal with. I don't have time in my life to point the finger anymore. My mom has her own illnesses that she will never overcome. I'm trying to be the bigger person by recognizing mine and trying to do better.
I don't take medicine for it as it's a lifestyle issue (at least at the time that's how it was explained to me). I've hurt a lot of people in my past because of it. I've broken bones because of it; not meaning to. I've lost relationships because of it. And for the most part, people just plain don't understand it. Frankly, I have a hard time understanding it at times.
I know this isn't a positive post and I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me. It's a skeleton in my life that I'm ready to let go of.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Idiots
Okay. . . have to vent.
Part of my slavery duties entail my securing workable blackberry devices and phones. We used to go through Sprint. We had a rep that everyone hated including the fact that the freak would deliver the phones in the dead of winter in his shorts. The operative word being "delivered". Please keep that in the back of your mind people.
Now we have a NEW company that we are dealing with called Cingular. We are on rep 5 now. He sucks the biggest balls that I have ever come accross. Months ago, I had to order blackberrys for 6 people; three of which are project managers so they travel a lot. It took a month and a half for them to get here! Next, I have a coworker whom had been asking for a replacement phone for 6 weeks through some broad who was more interested in playing the ever popular flirty game with him instead of getting the ball rolling. I took over and started making things happen. Not only did it take an exhorbinant amount of time but he got it "confused" with someone else's phone (Vice President of our parent company! Who knew?) and the original coworker was blamed for the debacle.
Now we are in the saga again. I have two coworkers that have specific needs. One needs a phone ported from Sprint to Cingular and the other needs his phone ported to a blackberr that already exists. Sound dificult? Apparently so. I have heard so many excuses. Here is a sampling:
"Oh! I got your issue confused with another issue and closed your issue out as I thought we were done"
"Oh! I spent two days trying to find the right account information. I MUST have tried it a hundred different ways!"
Now mind you that the only way I can get a reaction out of this fool is to lie to him. I have to tell him that I'm in upper management and that I have people making 7 figures and that if they don't have connectivity that the company will loose billions and fall to pieces. Then I have to play the nasty card. "Why aren't are needs being met? This was something that should have been dealt with weeks ago. What is going on?" This individual has failed. . . . miserably. And I ask you this, if he fails at this job, where will he go next? Obviously he can't master something as simple as customer service, what employer would want him if he can't pull off a remedial task of just being proactive?
It's like a bunch of dancing jackasses. Who needs them? Nobody but they sure are fun as hell to watch! Oh and if you see in the news an article on a de-balled Cingular rep, don't write me back!
Part of my slavery duties entail my securing workable blackberry devices and phones. We used to go through Sprint. We had a rep that everyone hated including the fact that the freak would deliver the phones in the dead of winter in his shorts. The operative word being "delivered". Please keep that in the back of your mind people.
Now we have a NEW company that we are dealing with called Cingular. We are on rep 5 now. He sucks the biggest balls that I have ever come accross. Months ago, I had to order blackberrys for 6 people; three of which are project managers so they travel a lot. It took a month and a half for them to get here! Next, I have a coworker whom had been asking for a replacement phone for 6 weeks through some broad who was more interested in playing the ever popular flirty game with him instead of getting the ball rolling. I took over and started making things happen. Not only did it take an exhorbinant amount of time but he got it "confused" with someone else's phone (Vice President of our parent company! Who knew?) and the original coworker was blamed for the debacle.
Now we are in the saga again. I have two coworkers that have specific needs. One needs a phone ported from Sprint to Cingular and the other needs his phone ported to a blackberr that already exists. Sound dificult? Apparently so. I have heard so many excuses. Here is a sampling:
"Oh! I got your issue confused with another issue and closed your issue out as I thought we were done"
"Oh! I spent two days trying to find the right account information. I MUST have tried it a hundred different ways!"
Now mind you that the only way I can get a reaction out of this fool is to lie to him. I have to tell him that I'm in upper management and that I have people making 7 figures and that if they don't have connectivity that the company will loose billions and fall to pieces. Then I have to play the nasty card. "Why aren't are needs being met? This was something that should have been dealt with weeks ago. What is going on?" This individual has failed. . . . miserably. And I ask you this, if he fails at this job, where will he go next? Obviously he can't master something as simple as customer service, what employer would want him if he can't pull off a remedial task of just being proactive?
It's like a bunch of dancing jackasses. Who needs them? Nobody but they sure are fun as hell to watch! Oh and if you see in the news an article on a de-balled Cingular rep, don't write me back!
Living in Hell
Sorry for the delay but Beta sucks major dick! I haven't been able to post for 4 days because they wouldn't send me my pass. I finally just did it on my own.
Anyway. . . we had a MAJOR ice storm on Thursday evening. My chicken ass didn't go into work as I have a 40 minute commute and didn't want to be stranded in the ghetto so I stayed put at the homestead. Hubby and I watched 13 Ghosts (great flick!), the original Carrie and Carrie the Rage (both great flicks as well!) I made bacon and eggs for breakfast along with home made hot chocolate. We had a great day watching the sleet come down and wonder when the ground would be cold enough for it to stick. We went to bed at around 9:30p and all was well with the world.
Until about 10:30p.
I woke up to a loud motor sound and just laid there for a while. Then I heard a loud popping noise. . . ."Oh. . . Grrrrr. . . God Damnit to hell!" What the hell? Don't you people know I'm trying to sleep down here???? Hubby snored softly next to me so that was a good thing. No sense in waking the beast now. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Hubby flys out of bed and goes to our door.
"Electric's off"
"Well I figured as much since all's I can hear is that damn generator"
"Well when you get your stuff together, come up to the house"
SLAM!
I was up by then and had heard some other noises not associated with the generator. Didn't know what it was but oh well. . . time to go back to bed.
I didn't sleep very well as I was worried that our son would get too cold and come to bed. That didn't happen and we woke up the next morning to a bright sunny day and bundled up. We tredged up the hill to the in-laws. Torture was ahead but we weren't sure as to what degree the torture would be. This storm was way worse than the storm we endured in July when our power went out. As we went up the hill, we saw whole trees down. We had 3 trees in particular that had so much ice on them that they just laid over and uprooted themselves over our easement. Good thing we had another way out of our property.
We got up to the in law's and already hubby was irritated. It was a bad start right from the get go. While we were up there, I made a full breakfast. I told mother in law (MIL) that if I wasn't around and my son asked for chocolate milk not to give it to him as he had a horrible cough and I didn't want it to get worse. A couple of hours later, my son went into the fridge and saw a pint of chocolate milk and started to cry when he couldn't have it. MIL took it from him and told him it wasn't his and that it was bad and put it back in the fridge. Son cried harder as he didn't understand. So I said "He can have some. . . it won't hurt." She tells me "Oh no! YOU told me he couldn't have any at all." I say "I'm saying that he can have some." "You specifically said no chocolate milk AT ALL". Already it was starting and I had nowhere to hide. Wretched bitch.
Later that evening, MIL suggested that we stay down in their RV so that we could have some privacy. Son would stay there with them so we tredged back down the hill and set up shop. There was some electric running to it so we had lights and heat from a propane tank but no TV. That's okay. We are a creative couple. Instead we grabbed a case of beer, ran to Jack in the Box, got some dinner and called our friend Stumpy. Stumpy met us at our temporary housing and we jumped into his truck.
Now we live in a valley. All of the valley had no power so it was almost pitch black out. The street that we live on is a 2 way street. We headed up one direction to see how bad the damage was. Stumpy drove slow and all of a sudden, ran into a fallen down tree but didn't do any damage to his truck. This was how it was all over the place not to mention all of the downed electrical wires. On our way back, we looked at one of the "mountains" which was caked with snow. All of a sudden, the "mountain" was glowing with a blue and green hue. It was really creepy. As we travelled back to the homestead, we noticed lights on! Yay! No more staying with his evil famiy! By the time we got home, the houses were dark again. A transformer had blown. That's what we saw on the mountain.
We sat out front of the RV and drank some beer and Stumpy headed home. We went in and went to bed. Later on in the middle of the night, it was deathly cold. We drug the down comforter beforehand to put on the bed. Hubby and I rolled from one side to the other just to keep warm. When morning came, we stayed in bed as long as we could as we were freezing. We could see our breath and decided to get up quick and get dressed. The temperature registered under 30 degrees. We went to our home and collected some clothes and headed back up the hill to shower and eat.
When I got up there, I couldn't find hubby. No breakfast, no coffee, no talking. What was going on? I asked MIL where he was and was ignored. I waited and she finally said he was in the shower. A few minutes later he came out all fresh and said "Go take a shower and we'll go get some breakfast". I went in, did my duty and came out and was almost dressed when I realized I needed to call my buddy and let her know what the status was.
While on the phone I heard in another room "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" What the hell? I poked my head around the corner and saw hubby standing there and all was well. Seems as though father in law was talking to the dog. I went back in and closed the door to the bathroom. All of a sudden the door flew open and there was my father in law giving me a dirty look. He reached past me and grabbed a hair dryer and stormed out. THAT'S when the fight started.
"Why are you so angry?" (MIL)
"BECAUSE HE DIDN'T CALL ME LAST NIGHT WHEN THE FURNACE WENT OUT"
"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD BASTARD! IF YOU START A FIGHT, YOU STAY HERE AND FINISH IT LIKE A FUCKING MAN" (Hubby)
Father in law walks outside.
By then, I was out with hubby who was arguing with MIL. Great. I can join this one.
"It's because of Steve. That's why he's so upset" (MIL)
"I don't care about Steve! That doesn't give him the right to talk to people like that mom!"
"Well, he needs counselling"
"YOU ALL NEED COUNSELLING!!!!!!!! IT'S NOT JUST ONE OF YOU, BUT ALL OF YOU NEED HELP!" (Issy)
"We should have never stayed in that RV. We would have been just fine in our house and if we froze to death, oh well"
"Yeah, god forbid we die of hypothermia"
"I haven't done anything wrong" MIL
"Of course you haven't. You never do right?"
MIL started to say something and I interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear anymore bullshit out of anyone right now. Nobody. I'm tired of all of this shit. It's getting really old. Let's go."
"Make sure your daughter in law has a nice warm bed to sleep in tonight mom. We'll just freeze at our house tonight and hopefully die."
We left the house and just drove. Didn't care where but needed to get away.
When we came back we decided to stay at our house for the remainder of the day. Come hell or high water, we were going to bundle up, light some candles and play games and get drunk. We invited Stumpy over and he played too with us. Electric came back on at about 5:30p Saturday night and we had to deal with power surges for a couple of hours before it came on for real to stay.
I did a dance in every room of our home.
Anyway. . . we had a MAJOR ice storm on Thursday evening. My chicken ass didn't go into work as I have a 40 minute commute and didn't want to be stranded in the ghetto so I stayed put at the homestead. Hubby and I watched 13 Ghosts (great flick!), the original Carrie and Carrie the Rage (both great flicks as well!) I made bacon and eggs for breakfast along with home made hot chocolate. We had a great day watching the sleet come down and wonder when the ground would be cold enough for it to stick. We went to bed at around 9:30p and all was well with the world.
Until about 10:30p.
I woke up to a loud motor sound and just laid there for a while. Then I heard a loud popping noise. . . ."Oh. . . Grrrrr. . . God Damnit to hell!" What the hell? Don't you people know I'm trying to sleep down here???? Hubby snored softly next to me so that was a good thing. No sense in waking the beast now. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Hubby flys out of bed and goes to our door.
"Electric's off"
"Well I figured as much since all's I can hear is that damn generator"
"Well when you get your stuff together, come up to the house"
SLAM!
I was up by then and had heard some other noises not associated with the generator. Didn't know what it was but oh well. . . time to go back to bed.
I didn't sleep very well as I was worried that our son would get too cold and come to bed. That didn't happen and we woke up the next morning to a bright sunny day and bundled up. We tredged up the hill to the in-laws. Torture was ahead but we weren't sure as to what degree the torture would be. This storm was way worse than the storm we endured in July when our power went out. As we went up the hill, we saw whole trees down. We had 3 trees in particular that had so much ice on them that they just laid over and uprooted themselves over our easement. Good thing we had another way out of our property.
We got up to the in law's and already hubby was irritated. It was a bad start right from the get go. While we were up there, I made a full breakfast. I told mother in law (MIL) that if I wasn't around and my son asked for chocolate milk not to give it to him as he had a horrible cough and I didn't want it to get worse. A couple of hours later, my son went into the fridge and saw a pint of chocolate milk and started to cry when he couldn't have it. MIL took it from him and told him it wasn't his and that it was bad and put it back in the fridge. Son cried harder as he didn't understand. So I said "He can have some. . . it won't hurt." She tells me "Oh no! YOU told me he couldn't have any at all." I say "I'm saying that he can have some." "You specifically said no chocolate milk AT ALL". Already it was starting and I had nowhere to hide. Wretched bitch.
Later that evening, MIL suggested that we stay down in their RV so that we could have some privacy. Son would stay there with them so we tredged back down the hill and set up shop. There was some electric running to it so we had lights and heat from a propane tank but no TV. That's okay. We are a creative couple. Instead we grabbed a case of beer, ran to Jack in the Box, got some dinner and called our friend Stumpy. Stumpy met us at our temporary housing and we jumped into his truck.
Now we live in a valley. All of the valley had no power so it was almost pitch black out. The street that we live on is a 2 way street. We headed up one direction to see how bad the damage was. Stumpy drove slow and all of a sudden, ran into a fallen down tree but didn't do any damage to his truck. This was how it was all over the place not to mention all of the downed electrical wires. On our way back, we looked at one of the "mountains" which was caked with snow. All of a sudden, the "mountain" was glowing with a blue and green hue. It was really creepy. As we travelled back to the homestead, we noticed lights on! Yay! No more staying with his evil famiy! By the time we got home, the houses were dark again. A transformer had blown. That's what we saw on the mountain.
We sat out front of the RV and drank some beer and Stumpy headed home. We went in and went to bed. Later on in the middle of the night, it was deathly cold. We drug the down comforter beforehand to put on the bed. Hubby and I rolled from one side to the other just to keep warm. When morning came, we stayed in bed as long as we could as we were freezing. We could see our breath and decided to get up quick and get dressed. The temperature registered under 30 degrees. We went to our home and collected some clothes and headed back up the hill to shower and eat.
When I got up there, I couldn't find hubby. No breakfast, no coffee, no talking. What was going on? I asked MIL where he was and was ignored. I waited and she finally said he was in the shower. A few minutes later he came out all fresh and said "Go take a shower and we'll go get some breakfast". I went in, did my duty and came out and was almost dressed when I realized I needed to call my buddy and let her know what the status was.
While on the phone I heard in another room "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" What the hell? I poked my head around the corner and saw hubby standing there and all was well. Seems as though father in law was talking to the dog. I went back in and closed the door to the bathroom. All of a sudden the door flew open and there was my father in law giving me a dirty look. He reached past me and grabbed a hair dryer and stormed out. THAT'S when the fight started.
"Why are you so angry?" (MIL)
"BECAUSE HE DIDN'T CALL ME LAST NIGHT WHEN THE FURNACE WENT OUT"
"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD BASTARD! IF YOU START A FIGHT, YOU STAY HERE AND FINISH IT LIKE A FUCKING MAN" (Hubby)
Father in law walks outside.
By then, I was out with hubby who was arguing with MIL. Great. I can join this one.
"It's because of Steve. That's why he's so upset" (MIL)
"I don't care about Steve! That doesn't give him the right to talk to people like that mom!"
"Well, he needs counselling"
"YOU ALL NEED COUNSELLING!!!!!!!! IT'S NOT JUST ONE OF YOU, BUT ALL OF YOU NEED HELP!" (Issy)
"We should have never stayed in that RV. We would have been just fine in our house and if we froze to death, oh well"
"Yeah, god forbid we die of hypothermia"
"I haven't done anything wrong" MIL
"Of course you haven't. You never do right?"
MIL started to say something and I interrupted her.
"I don't want to hear anymore bullshit out of anyone right now. Nobody. I'm tired of all of this shit. It's getting really old. Let's go."
"Make sure your daughter in law has a nice warm bed to sleep in tonight mom. We'll just freeze at our house tonight and hopefully die."
We left the house and just drove. Didn't care where but needed to get away.
When we came back we decided to stay at our house for the remainder of the day. Come hell or high water, we were going to bundle up, light some candles and play games and get drunk. We invited Stumpy over and he played too with us. Electric came back on at about 5:30p Saturday night and we had to deal with power surges for a couple of hours before it came on for real to stay.
I did a dance in every room of our home.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Christmas Before Thanksgiving?
I have an issue that I don't think I need help with as hubby is taking care of it on his end. Let me just put it to you this way. . . . the saga continues in the house of fruitcakes.
The little one was taken down south last Wed for Thanksgiving with the crazy ass in-laws. Hubby talks to his parents on like Thursday or Friday. I get a call on Saturday from father in law making sure that the mail gets picked up and asks how the chickens are doing as it is my duty to take care of them while they are away. (I don't mind that part!) Then I hear my little guy whimpering in the background saying "I wanna talk a mommy!" They put him on speaker phone and he starts babbling. . . "Uhn a my Santa, uhn a my toys, uhn a my . . . " In the back ground I can hear my mother in law prompting him to tell me that Santa had come to the RV and set up Christmas there. WHAT THE FUCK??????????????? Oh now what are we supposed to do for Christmas? He's only 3.5 years old! This is the first year that we can have fun with him with Christmas and his parents had to fucking beat us to it!
I go in and quietly ask hubby if he knew about the whole Santa debacle. He said "Oh ya. I heard about it and I'm going to say a few words to them when they get back." Hubby's taking care of it but I'm still hurt. So is he. It's bad enough that we miss our little man terribly but now we have to take a back seat for Christmas! This sucks! This is not the first time that my mother in law has done something underhanded without asking us first in regards to our son. Of course my first instinct is to get revenge as black blood runs deep in my veins and I tend to forget that it's there. But usually things like this remind me that it's a part of me that I can't ignore.
I keep going back to the time when my father in law picked a fight with me and he made the comment "What did we ever do to you?" Christ fucker! Do you have 5 hours?
The little one was taken down south last Wed for Thanksgiving with the crazy ass in-laws. Hubby talks to his parents on like Thursday or Friday. I get a call on Saturday from father in law making sure that the mail gets picked up and asks how the chickens are doing as it is my duty to take care of them while they are away. (I don't mind that part!) Then I hear my little guy whimpering in the background saying "I wanna talk a mommy!" They put him on speaker phone and he starts babbling. . . "Uhn a my Santa, uhn a my toys, uhn a my . . . " In the back ground I can hear my mother in law prompting him to tell me that Santa had come to the RV and set up Christmas there. WHAT THE FUCK??????????????? Oh now what are we supposed to do for Christmas? He's only 3.5 years old! This is the first year that we can have fun with him with Christmas and his parents had to fucking beat us to it!
I go in and quietly ask hubby if he knew about the whole Santa debacle. He said "Oh ya. I heard about it and I'm going to say a few words to them when they get back." Hubby's taking care of it but I'm still hurt. So is he. It's bad enough that we miss our little man terribly but now we have to take a back seat for Christmas! This sucks! This is not the first time that my mother in law has done something underhanded without asking us first in regards to our son. Of course my first instinct is to get revenge as black blood runs deep in my veins and I tend to forget that it's there. But usually things like this remind me that it's a part of me that I can't ignore.
I keep going back to the time when my father in law picked a fight with me and he made the comment "What did we ever do to you?" Christ fucker! Do you have 5 hours?
Monday, November 27, 2006
Why are dike cops such rags?
Saturday I was on my way to Barbarian's house when I notice in my rear view mirror an officer following me. Mind you I had just come from the DMV for transfer of plates. Apparently when we did the sales tax on Wed last week, we overlooked that minor detail. No biggie; I ran up there and paid the additional amount and headed out to see my buddy. The plan was for me to go to her house so that I could borrow a screwdriver to put the new plates on the car.
Now the old plates were still on the new car and new plates were on the passenger seat next to me. I was on a highway that has 5 lanes of traffic so pulling over was a feat in itself. After a mile and a half of the cop on my ass THEN the bitch decides to turn on her lights. Here's the dialog:
"License and insurance"
I hand her both which my insurance is in an envelope with proof of coverage along with the card itself. She looks at the envelope and then at me. . . she wants me to take the shit out of the envelope as there must be a poisonous snake inside.
"Didn't you see me behind you?"
"Yes but I didn't see the lights for over a mile. I didn't know you were pulling me over until I saw the lights"
"Hold on"
The blond headed, pony tail sportin cop goes back to her cruiser. Obviously she is irritated with me.
She comes back
"Why are these plates associated with a Saturn?"
"I just came from the DMV for transfer of plates"
"Where is your paperwork"
I hand her the pink slip of paper from the DMV
"Is this it?"
I show her the plates
"I have these"
"Why didn't you put them on the car at the License office?"
More irritation
"Because I didn't have a screw driver. . . did you want me to put them in my window so you could see?"
"NO"
Even more irritation
She leaves and comes back; each time taking more information from me and keeping it in the car.
"What other paperwork did you receive from the DMV? I need to see it. What you've given to me tells me nothing. Do you have your inspection papers?"
Now is when I'm getting pissed as this is a NEW car and I have the fucking plates on the seat. Don't I have to have the inspection docs to get the plates and tags in the first place?
"I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT WITH ME. IT IS IN A FOLDER AT MY HOME. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CALL MY HUSBAND AND HAVE HIM COME UP HERE WITH THE APPROPRIATE PAPERWORK"
"No"
Geez bitch!
At this point I am shaking all over from being worried that she's going to arrest me for not having the right papers with me. I just knew she thought I was stealing a car.
She comes back and tells me this. . .
"Here. You do know that I could write you a ticket for failure to display plates properly but I will give you a warning this time. Drive safe and put your seat belt on"
I put my seat belt on and drive over to Barbarian's.
Barbarian pointed out something very obvious. Someone must be pissed that they had to work on Thanksgiving, the following Friday and Saturday. I think she was pissy because her dike girlfriend and her got into a tiff and she wasn't able to spoon her ass the night before. Fricking dikes. . . sometimes they're worse than a pissy straight man!
Now the old plates were still on the new car and new plates were on the passenger seat next to me. I was on a highway that has 5 lanes of traffic so pulling over was a feat in itself. After a mile and a half of the cop on my ass THEN the bitch decides to turn on her lights. Here's the dialog:
"License and insurance"
I hand her both which my insurance is in an envelope with proof of coverage along with the card itself. She looks at the envelope and then at me. . . she wants me to take the shit out of the envelope as there must be a poisonous snake inside.
"Didn't you see me behind you?"
"Yes but I didn't see the lights for over a mile. I didn't know you were pulling me over until I saw the lights"
"Hold on"
The blond headed, pony tail sportin cop goes back to her cruiser. Obviously she is irritated with me.
She comes back
"Why are these plates associated with a Saturn?"
"I just came from the DMV for transfer of plates"
"Where is your paperwork"
I hand her the pink slip of paper from the DMV
"Is this it?"
I show her the plates
"I have these"
"Why didn't you put them on the car at the License office?"
More irritation
"Because I didn't have a screw driver. . . did you want me to put them in my window so you could see?"
"NO"
Even more irritation
She leaves and comes back; each time taking more information from me and keeping it in the car.
"What other paperwork did you receive from the DMV? I need to see it. What you've given to me tells me nothing. Do you have your inspection papers?"
Now is when I'm getting pissed as this is a NEW car and I have the fucking plates on the seat. Don't I have to have the inspection docs to get the plates and tags in the first place?
"I DON'T HAVE ANY OF THAT WITH ME. IT IS IN A FOLDER AT MY HOME. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO CALL MY HUSBAND AND HAVE HIM COME UP HERE WITH THE APPROPRIATE PAPERWORK"
"No"
Geez bitch!
At this point I am shaking all over from being worried that she's going to arrest me for not having the right papers with me. I just knew she thought I was stealing a car.
She comes back and tells me this. . .
"Here. You do know that I could write you a ticket for failure to display plates properly but I will give you a warning this time. Drive safe and put your seat belt on"
I put my seat belt on and drive over to Barbarian's.
Barbarian pointed out something very obvious. Someone must be pissed that they had to work on Thanksgiving, the following Friday and Saturday. I think she was pissy because her dike girlfriend and her got into a tiff and she wasn't able to spoon her ass the night before. Fricking dikes. . . sometimes they're worse than a pissy straight man!
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