This list will be updated when I can cross shit off and serve as a
reminder of what I'd like to accomplish in the new year.
1. Finish the office remodel.
2. Put up new fence.
3. Get pregnant.
4. Pay off Haynes bill.
5. Buy one birthday or Xmas present a month.
6. Re-enroll in school.
7. Install shed.
8. Save up for kitchen remodel.
9. Get Jeff & Tracy up here!
10. Answer emails when I get them!
11. Exercise at least once a week.
12. Get the puppy housebroken.
13. Finish unfinished projects!
Patience is the companion of wisdom.
- Saint Augustine
Thursday, August 29, 2002
Nope. Not going to do it. Not going to drive all the way to Mass and back by my-fucking-self. I'm too tired. I haven't gotten shit for sleep since the hubby left, so I *WILL* have a relaxing weekend. Four-day weekend at that. Here at TPC, we are allowed one holiday day in our birthday month. You don't have to necessarily take the actual day of your birth off, you can use it whenever. Hehehe....so, lucky me gets to take it at the end of the month, so Labor Day weekend is 4 days for me!!
And the dumbass mother of the year award goes to..........Mrs. Sanyer! This fucking IDIOT of a woman, who is a COP'S WIFE no less, puts a LOADED handgun in her bed. Then SHE GETS IN THE BED. To make it even more inane, SHE PUTS HER CHILD IN THE BED WITH HER! Not to be overly harsh, but she got just what she deserved. Too bad the gun wasn't pointed at her head. No one deserves a mother this stupid.
Well shit. Haven't really had time to be here for a few days. Work sucks, but how is that different than any other day? Oh, and if you do not recall, I mentioned a client named C here about a month and a half back. Yup, looks like she's going to have her case closed. Again. She's so pathetic.
Don't be too surprised if this blog gets a little depressing. As much as I enjoy time away from my hubby (and I do), it is also very depressing. We have issues and I always tend to think the worse. I'm trying to get over this shit, but it isn't going well. Of course, I will have plenty of diversions while he's gone, so I'm hoping for the best anyway.
Next weekend I'll be off for Massachusetts. Time to visit the parents and get a dress for a wedding. I really need to see my Dad anyway. He has leukemia, and has been undergoing chemo. To be perfectly honest, I really don't see him lasting through the next few years. Seems like his health has just been deteriating more and more lately. I love my father, even though we've been through some very rough times, and I don't want to see my mother unhappy, so I'm hoping things work out better for him. I'll let you know how things are next weekend.
You know, I have a rant that really needs to be heard. What the fuck is up with Florida??? I'm sure you've all heard about their new "law" about adoption procedures? The woman has to ADVERTISE now. Yeah. Right. Like birth fathers are EVER lined up to take responsibility. Idiots. And how degrading is that to the woman? Me, I'd say fuck 'em and cross the border into Georgia or Mississippi and take care of it there.
This is what they get for having another Bush in charge down there.
I know. I haven't been here in a while. I've had some disturbing shit been going on. The hubby is gone now. He left this morning (just got back from the airport) to spend 2 months in Puerto Rico. I am *not* happy. They said he wasn't going to leave until next week, but they lied. Fucking military. At least it will mean a little extra money coming in. Not a whole lot of course, but I'll take whatever I can get at this point.
I've been busy. Get over it. But I do have a lot to catch you up on. My workplace sucks big, fat, hairy, sweaty balls. I found out today that they have put a "Forbidden By Rating Check" on any address with "blogspot" in the address. Fuckers. How dare they take away my chance to view MY OWN WEBSITE. Fuckers. The lot of them.
That being said, let me catch you up to what the fuck has been going on around here. Bowling went okay. We ended up in fourth place, which is fine. I did get the money for High for Handicap Game, because the woman who was ahead of me got an award for something else. Whatever. Today is the last day of school for me for two weeks. Thank goodness. I need the time off to take care of more important shit anyway.
Found out last night that the hubby is going off to Puerto Rico soon. They said next week, but now there is a new development. Tell ya about that later. He'll be gone for about two months, which suits me just fine. Gives me plenty of time to hit up the lesbian bars and get me a piece! I've been craving some tits and pussy for a while now.
But I digress. I'm hoping that while he's gone that I can get some more work done around the house. I'd like for him to be able to come home to a completely unpacked house. Yeah. We'll see if that little fantasy happens!
I AM GOING TO SEE AEROSMITH! Just thought I'd share. They are coming here in October, and I got the best seats I could for it. Hell, I'd give my first born if I could go back stage.
The birthday party was fun. I love seeing Savejah. She is just the best kid. Anyway, had a decent day today, but it isn't over. Need to make some shit for bowling tomorrow. Working on that as I type. I am glad this is the last week of bowling and it's also the last week of school. I'll finally have a little more time to myself and maybe I'll get some more frickin' boxes unpacked.
I suppose I should tell you people that I had a great time last night with the hubby. I certainly feel much better for it, even if my pussy does hurt a little. Of course, I'm hoping to be able to use that excuse if I bowl badly this Sunday. I *will* have a good time tomorrow.
Goddamn Thomas (7). I've been bugging him about updating his blogs, but NOOOOOOOOOO. He's just sitting up there, reading his damn newspaper, dickin' around. Dammit, I need something to READ!!!
It's Friday. About fucking time. This week has just dragged on and on. And I'm really looking forward to this weekend. Hopefully, will get some more fucking boxes unpacked and making this place look more like a frickin' home instead of a storage facility. We need to get a plumber in here too, but it's nothing serious. Just need to move the washer connections.
Anyway, this weekend. Last weekend for bowling in the summer league. I hope that we do just as well as last week. I'd like to move up a place in the standing before the final payout. But that's neither here nor there. Next weekend is going to be the real kicker. Heading to Washington D.C. for the 1st Annual Tattoo Expo there. A whole weekend full of tattoos!!! :)
George Carlin. Funny guy. Realist. A lot like myself. I was watching one of his HBO specials last night and even as he gets older, he still grasps the idiocies of life in the United States. He points out the obvious that most of you people miss. I wonder how many people who see him and listen to him, actually hear the message he's trying to send.
I feel so relaxed today. I had a great night followed by a good night's sleep. I think hearing the rain fall on the roof helped. That's the last sound I remember last night and I woke this morning feeling very refreshed. I think I'm ready to put with anyone's shit today.
Can ya tell I'm in a "mood" today? I really do NOT want to be here at work and I definitely do NOT want to see the client that is coming in this afternoon, at 430, WHEN I AM SUPPOSED TO GET OFF WORK!!!
United Way. They do good shit for poor people. My employer, TPC, is partially funded by this organization. And being so, we are "encouraged" to give through payroll deductions to them. Encouraged my ass. They pretty much force you to do it, in some form or another. You know, if I wanted to give, I would. I already give to several charities on an annual basis and quite frankly, they don't fucking pay me enough to give more than I already do.
They can just kiss my ass on their way down to pick up the dime I dropped.
Fuck me running. I'm so sick of work and all their bullshit. Get this. They are having a "retreat" for our little "division". Now, first of all, let me point out that it is being held at TEMPLE SINAI. Yeah. A Pagan in a Jewish temple. That'll be fun. They will not appreciate me there. Then there is the morning training. With September. September is a woman who is over paid to do shit that anyone of us can do. And she's perky. That annoying, wrist-slitting perky. At 9:00 in the morning.
Goddamn Thomas (6). Comes down to go and have a cigarette and I mention that we went bowling. Asks how it went as he didn't see anything about it on the blog!!!! Grrrrrr........damnit, I can't be here all the time!!!!
Went bowling last night. What a frickin' trip. We had so many problems with the lanes, we should have been put on the payroll as lane testers!! We started out on one lane, that after three frames decided not to rerack the damn pins. After calling for a rerack 4 times, they moved us down one lane. No problem. This one was fine for a bit, then decided not to return our balls. Goddamn it. Moved again, down one lane. To the next lane that uses the SAME BALL RETURN! Talk about genius. Again, the lane didn't return the ball. Moved again.
This one was working fine, with one "small" exception. The pin rack did not pick up the 10 pin. In other words, if you bowled your first ball and missed the 10 pin, it would get swept away before your next ball! Hubby and I decided this small glitch we could live with. When we finished up the third game and were checking out, we told the guy the problem with the lane. He chuckled and asked why we didn't tell him about it. Shit. We were so tired of switching lanes, we just dealt. But at least they were really good to us about the whole thing. We got 4 free game tickets, a pitcher of coke, and a large popcorn. Then he gave us a discount on the rate of the lane.
AMF Military. Great place to bowl. Just needs some new equipment! :)
I like taking stupid quizzes. This one is on which element are you? Being a Pagan, elements play an important part. By zodiac sign, I'm fire. By my true feelings, I'm water. Here's another one that I agree with:
Yeah. Right. I'm quite sure that the President of the United States (and I use that term loosely with Mr. Bush) will attend now that DiCaprio has said he should. We all know what an environmental genius DiCaprio is and that he has educated himself fully on the subject before opening his fucking pie-hole. Oh, wait. Nope, he's just your typical Hollywood idiot trying to keep himself in the public eye while he's looking for yet another movie to act badly in.
Another frickin' day, another frickin' dollar. I would just as soon stay home today. It's going to be another hot, crappy day and I have better things to do with my time than work!
I haven't yet had the time to sit here and bitch about my sister-in-law. I have three of them. One, I like. She's married to my oldest brother. The second one, married to my other brother, is okay, albeit a bit of a tart. If you saw her you would understand. Lastly, there's S. She is hubby's sister. She's dumber than any 25 year old has reason to be.
S married in 1999, in Vegas (of all the fucking places). She married hubby's best friend. They have all known each other since childhood, and to be honest, hubby's best friend has been in love with S since he was 14. Long time to wait, but we all figured things would work out great between them. Yeah. Right. If not for the fact that S has never had to live on her own, do for herself, make her own frickin' way in the world, things just may have worked out. See, her husband is in the Navy just like mine. Not long after they married, he had to go to sea for six months. This is when S finally got a taste of the "single" life and a bit of independence.
Well, of course, she hooked up with all her old loser friends along this time. Got herself mixed up in some drugs and all her husband's money paid for it. No, she wasn't working. Lazy ass bitch is only a couple of credits away from getting her teaching certificate (which is what she *wants* to do) and won't get off her ass to go and do it. S has a bartending license, yet refuses to work as a bartender. HELLO? What was the point of getting it????
But I digress. Once she had a taste of independence, she decided to make it more permanent. I really don't blame her for that part, I really don't. I went through the same things she went through (save the drugs) when I was 19-20. So them getting a divorce wasn't really a problem for me. It was *how* she went about things that make me just shake my head and walk away.
S decided to just let her husband take care of the divorce. No contesting, no taking her responsibility for her debts, not even showing up to sign the final papers. Left herself wide open to get stuck with every bill they every created together. And don't you know he did (for the most part). And in the midst of all that, S decides to move to Arizona. With some other guy. Leaving all her shit at some "friend's" house. Yeah, she lost all her stuff. She has no job (though that may have changed, who knows). She is constantly calling her mother and father for money, which thankfully, they are denying her.
The only time we ever hear from her at all? Yup, you guessed it. When she needs money. Though those phone calls are few and far between, since we refuse to give her a dime. Oh, we've offered for her to come here, but we have stricter rules than if she were at home with her parents. I won't abide her not working or contributing to the household expenses.
Anyway, she gets on my nerves. Everytime I talk to my mother-in-law, there is yet another "episode" with that girl. I can't wait until she grows up. I just hope it's before she hits 30.
Yup. Just a working hard today, huh?!? Think I should work on my paper that's due on Wednesday. I usually like to get that crap out of the way as soon as possible, but I've just been procrastinating with this class. I think it's just the stress and other shit going on right now. And too many social engagements lately. Seems like there is always something going on. While I have enjoyed the hell out of bowling, I'm looking forward to the break after next week. The 18th is the last day for the summer season. Fall won't start up again until Sept. 8th, so I'll have two weekends off to go back to my usual routine.
Labor day weekend is the Sassi tournament. I would have liked to have bowled in it, but I'm heading out on the 30th (real frickin' early in the morning) to go to Mass. for the weekend. My family is there and I need to see my dad. He isn't doing all that hot lately. I just wish he'd wise up and retire already. I think the stress of his business is really getting to him now.
I also need to look at some dresses while I'm there. I have a friend who is getting married next May. At least I hope she is. She's had this on again/off again shit going on for a while, but it looks as though they are really serious this time. They've already got the hall set and a few other things. And I'm the matron-of-honor. Yeah. Have I ever told you how much I really *hate* this kind of shit?? I am just not the feminine type, dammit. But that's okay. I'm going to find a dress that shows off my back and shoulders. That way all the tattoos show. That'll give me some measure of fuckin' satisfaction.
Savejah (pronounced sa-VEY-jah). She's my girl. She turns three this weekend. Now, as previously noted, I am *not* a kid person. I usually don't care for them at all. But she's different. She is the daughter of one of my co-workers and she has brought her in on occasion and I've seen her outside the office as well. She's the greatest kid. Pretty well behaved, for a two year old, and is just fun to be with. Her birthday party is this weekend, and of course, I'm going. Not that I want to be around a bunch of screaming kids at McDonalds, but I do want to see her and at least give her a hug and kiss on her special day. I'm just a big ol' softie when it comes to her.
Well. Thankfully things are starting to slow down here at work, so I'll have plenty of time to BLOG!! There is only one and a half weeks left for my class, so then I'll have a whole week to do nothing but BLOG for a week!!!!! :) I'm lucky to have a job where I can goof off on occasion. I still do work, but it's mostly phone shit. I can talk and Blog at the same time.
It's hot. And I don't mean outside either. Even though it's hotter than hell out there too. The air conditioner on our floor is broke. The assholes who do volunteer work on our floor over the weekend did something to it AGAIN. And what's worse is that our thermostat doesn't even control *their* side of the floor!
I may have to come in this weekend and kick some ass.
What is it about Monday's that everyone hates? I mean, really, it isn't Monday's fault that you have to work or go to school. That's life's fault. Hate life. Monday had nothing to do with it.
No, I didn't blog this weekend. Piss off. I have a life.
Speaking of my life, had a pretty good weekend overall. Did the whole "let's unpack something" on Saturday. Finally finished the damn kitchen and half the dining room. Got all my clothes out of their suitcases at least. Really need to go through them all and give the crap I don't wear to Goodwill. Maybe sometime this week.
Sunday was a very unproductive day. Had a great time at brunch as always. Bowled damn good. I am so mad at myself, though, because I missed my first 200 game by 2 FUCKING POINTS!!! Still, it was an excellent game and I hope I can reproduce that again next week. Went to dinner after and had a great time with Richard, Wayne, and Sharon. (yes, the hubby was along for the ride too.) Didn't do anything that night but go through every single box that was labeled "living room" to try to find the frickin' surge protector for the entertainment center. Never did find the stupid thing. Going to Targe' tonight to get another one.
I know. We'll find our other one as soon as I get home. Figures.
Do you know how much frickin' noise a shop vac makes?? I do. The hubby is cleaning the back of the dryer with it. I haven't been home more than 10 minutes and it's already getting on my nerves.
No flog from Jeffy. :( But it didn't help that the hubby showed up when we went bowling after dinner. Just can't have a night out without that SOB. Sometimes I *like* it when he goes away for his six month debts in the Navy. Me time. Well, me and the cats time. This is why I will never be married to anyone again who isn't in the Navy.
Last night was a lot of fun. But it's always fun picking on Thomas and hanging out with the older queens. :) We had dinner at "No Frills" and it was pretty damn good. The waitress was a lot of fun, which is always a good sign. And I have discovered something with last night, but can't say anything. I just know that Goddamn Thomas will say something. And who knows who else from our group last night will see this. Maybe someday. A long time from now.
And I know this will kill Thomas until he knows. *smirk*
You know what I really hate about my job?? It interrupts my day. No time to work on my website, unpack my house, do school work, watch tv, BLOG. I really wish hubby made enough so I didn't *have* to work. Sure would make my life easier!!
Ahhhhhh......no my ass doesn't hurt from last nights flogging. It rarely does. It usually only hurts for a little bit, but by the time we're done fucking, I'm pretty much okay (except for a couple of spots). But I am satiated for the time being. Not that another flogging tonight wouldn't "hurt".
Bowling was damn good last night. After a disappointing first game, I decided I would try the Goddamn Thomas method of bowling (see his blog). I had this song stuck in my head anyway, so I thought it was worth a try. Holy Fucking Moses. It worked! Did excellent on the second game and a little above my average on the third. I gotta try this on Sunday when it counts! I'll let you know if the method truly works or not.
The song? Fuckin' Debbie Gibson. Don't ask, you don't want to know.
Dinner last night was great. Went to Yasou! (Greek, pronounced ya-sue, means hello). It's a Mediterranean Cafe not far from our house. Was pretty damn good, considering I've been married to a Greek before and have spent a little time eating *real* Greek food! While looking at the menu, I noted that they have delivery. I pulled out my cell phone, put the delivery number in my contact list. Hubby just looks at me and tells me that I should wait until after we've tried the food. I immediately told him that we wouldn't have the menu later, and I was avoiding the hassle of doing it later.
After the meal? He admitted that I was right and was glad that I programmed the number in.
How many times do I have to tell that boy that I *AM* a genius and should rule the world???
Goddamn Thomas (5). Lunch today with Thomas. Okay, so tomorrow is Bob's birthday. Bob is Thomas' BETTER half. :) Bob, Thomas, Jeffy, and I (maybe more?) are going out to dinner to help Bob celebrate. No, Jeffy is not the hubby. Hubby is working. Jeffy is Thomas's best friend who is coming to town for a few days. When I brought the idea up of all of us going to dinner, all I was thinking about was helping Bob celebrate his birthday. Of course, when I mentioned that Jeffy could be my date for the evening, what does Goddamn Thomas say? "Don't think that Jeffy is going to flog you afterwards!"
He really knows how to take the fun out of an evening, doesn't he?
Well, I haven't had a whole lot of time today to be here, but I got the paper done, got the summary done, posted all I needed for the day, and now it is time for some dinner, bowling and SEX. Maybe I will fill you in on all of that tomorrow.
Goddamn Thomas (4). I've had a busy morning here at work, and am getting an attitude (which inevitably is taken out on him). I haven't been able to blog all day!!! I complained to him about this. He told me, before we left for lunch, that I need to just take 30 minutes when I get back from lunch and blog. Well, since coming back from lunch, I've had two frickin' clients call with their problems AND I'm trying to get a paper done for school that is due TODAY. So what does the infamous Goddamn Thomas do? He calls down here, says one word, and hangs up before I can say shit.
It's getting late (for me, you weren't rudely awoken by a frickin' cat!) and I am off to the land of dreams and nightmares. Had an interesting nightmare last night, translation to follow. It was about my blog. The "powers that be" here at blogger had editted the content, removing all the swear words. Too much fucking vulgar damn language. The blog just lost all it's reality. I swear. Worse than my sailor husband ever could. I've been doing it longer than he has! :) This is my reality and my blog, so fuck 'em.
Translation of nightmare: I have been blogging too much lately and need to get a life.
Damnit, I'm horny. What's a bitch to do? Hubby works nights now and it sucks. We haven't even had the time to "christen" the house properly. Yeah, we do that with every new place and piece of furniture we get.
Donchya just want to come and have dinner at *our* house now?!?!
And I haven't had a good flogging in so long, I'm losing my mind!! Someone wanna come over here and help a poor bitch out? :D
Goddamn Thomas (3). He asks me today about the water heater. Could have sworn I told him, but I forget shit. When I mention this, his reply? "Well, it wasn't on the blog!" Goddamn it. I'm just going to need to post everything here, aren't I?
Dumbass, that's what it's here for, isn't it??
For those who need to know, it's fixed. HMS, good warranty people. It was fixed within 24 hours and I was able to take a hot shower that night.
Well color me fucking surprised!! The cable guy is here. He actually showed up early!! And get this shit. The problem? The dumbass who came out here on Saturday hooked up the cables wrong. EVEN I KNOW HOW TO HOOK THEM UP CORRECTLY and I don't work for them!!!! But, because the dumbass did this, he fucked up the boxes. Now I have to have new boxes. I tell ya what, if it wasn't for Sex in the City and Queer as Folk, I'd just as soon say fuck it. But I'm a sucker for those shows and I've been MISSING SitC for TWO weeks now!
Something else that pisses me off. You see I have today's newspaper on my desk. But you just have to read everything aloud to me WHY?? I can read. Honest I can. I like to read the newspaper, in actual print form, and do the crossword (in pen no less!). Leave me the fuck alone!!!!!
My husband. First let me assure you that I do love this man. I have since the time we met. I'm thrilled that he is my husband and that we will (eventually?) have ONE child. (I'm not a big fan of kids!) But damn. He really knows how to get on my last frickin' nerve without even batting an eyelash. And people wonder why I'm trying to find a way to kill him and get away with it!! : )
He can just being standing there, not saying a word, and it gets on my nerves. Especially in the mornings. Everything gets on my frickin' nerves then. But at least he has learned that you don't wake me up without having a cup of coffee for me in your hands.
So, I'm sitting here, thinking. Wish I had a cigarette. I think better with a cig hanging outta my mouth. And don't lecture me about smoking. I'll quit. When you pry the lit cigarette from my cold dead hand. Smoking is dangerous? No shit Sherlock. Kiss my ass. They shorten your life? Well, it's those end years that ya lose isn't it? Those adult diaper, kidney dialysis years, you can have those years, we don't fucking want 'em. Thank you Dr. Denis Leary. Denis Leary. A frickin' genius. Not to mention he was born and raised in the best of the 50 states. I want him to run for President. We need someone with some common sense in the White House.
I would take the job if I could. I'd allow machine guns to be mounted on the hood of your car. I'd let you kill the stupid people of this country. (damn, there goes all of Congress and the Senate!). We could make it into a game. A world-wide "hide and seek" game. Except there is no "home base".
So I didn't post on Sunday. Piss off. I was busy. But it's the dawn of a new day. Was awoken bright and early (4:30am!) by the sound of a cat. A cat on a mission. She managed to get on the nightstand, find her container of Pounce, knock it around until it fell to the floor, and then proceeded to bat it around a bit, then open it. Yes, I said open it. She sits there, like a squirrel, holding the can with her two front paws and uses her teeth to pry open the lid.
This is my child, my prodigy cat, my Tish. She's more intelligent than your average feline. She will CHANGE THE CHANNEL if she doesn't like what's on the tv. Back in the old place (where we HAD cable, see below), we left the tv on all day. If my hubby and I forgot to tell her NOT to watch soap operas or Jerry Springer (didn't say she had taste), General Hospital or Springer would undoubtably be on when we came home. She also prefers the original Star Trek movies to the Next Generation movies.
If she had opposable thumbs, we'd be in real trouble.
I'm so proud of me. Actually did some work around the house. Moved a pieces of furniture and emptied a couple of boxes. Fuck, now I'm tired and sweaty. Time for some dinner. Papa Johns. Great pizza, considering it's "fast food" and deliverable!
Have I told you how much Cox Communications SUCKS?!?!?!?!?! We've been trying to get cable in the new house for over a week. Had one appointment, and the lame ass doesn't bother knocking on the door, says he came by at 6:30p, which is an out-in-out LIE, and leaves a notice in the mailbox (that wasn't there when hubby came home at 6:45p). Fine. Fuckers. Got another appointment, but had to reschedule because there was too much shit going on here. Fine. Got third appointment for Saturday morning. No problem. The guy comes, puts in the new line in the bedroom and hooks up the other in the living room. But now there is another fucking problem. The "home base" send the boxes a "hit". I have no idea what the fuck that is supposed to do, but whatever. Now the boxes are both flashing "load". Guy tells me it should stop after a bit and everything will be fine.
Fucking liar. We leave to go run errands and come back THREE hours after this idiot has left. It's still flashing "load". Call the cable company. Talk to some cunt, who tells me someone will be out with new boxes later that day. Wait and wait. Call back at 8pm. New cunt tells me that the previous call was not logged (so they don't believe that I called) and then proceeds to tell me that no one will be able to come out there until Tuesday night, but she was gracious enough to credit my bill for the three days THAT I WASN'T GOING TO HAVE SERVICE! How fucking nice of her.
I have already filed on complaint to the BBB about them, as they have a MONOPOLY in this area. Did they do anything? Of course not. They never do. Fuckers. The lot of them.
So sue me. I did the "project" paper that needed to be done. Just to get the bitch out of the way and move on to more important things. Like bitching. Why does the American Government think they can tell other countries what to do? Like our country is so much better. Yeah, right. That's why we have the highest crime rate than all the others. And I'm sure there are some Yah-hoos out there that would say to me, "If you don't like it, leave." Like it was MY choice to fucking live here. That is my parents fault. Now it's my husbands. I'd give anything to live in the UK. Bunch of pussies, but much less hassle than living here. Maybe even Australia. Anywhere but here. Land of the Free my ass. If we're so free, how come we have so many rules? If we're so free, how come everything good costs so much? Someone send me a ticket, one-way please, to somewhere else. Preferably Sweden. At least there, I'm actually royalty. Thanks, Gram.
So, I'm sitting here, staring at the damn computer, thinking. I need to be working on my paper for school. I need to be unpacking. I need to be doing some dishes. I need to get my shit together. The paper can hold off until I'm at work. I usually am able to find time to write while at work, as I have no clients coming in tomorrow and invoices can get done fairly quickly. I hate to do dishes, so they can wait. Suppose that leaves the unpacking. Yeah. I have all night for that. That leaves sitting here staring at the computer.
Damn. Yesterday did the bowling gig. First game was fine. Bowled a little above my average. The other two games sucked. Sucked big, fat, hairy, sweaty balls. But we had a good time. The hubby got a little kiss while he was there.
Okay, it's Monday morning and I'm not at work. Why you ask? Because I'm tired and don't fucking feel like it. And I really am not feeling too well. Allergies suck.
My husband is a frickin' genius. He's out taking care of the yard with all his lovely new power tools. Edger, trimer, mower. He's done with the mowing and started the trimming. The trimmer is electric, so he has the exterior extension cord for it. He's just a trimming away. He cuts through the extension cord. He's not trimming anymore. (Didn't ya just see that one coming? Too bad he didn't.) Off to the store to get another one.
Can ya tell I'm a little bored today at work? There is nothing going on, and I'm leaving as soon as the guys that are going to be putting in the new water heater call. Need a new inspection on my damn car too. That's another thing.
Why do the "powers that be" tell you that driving is a privilege? Excuse me? I paid for this car. I paid for the insurance. My fucking taxes pay for the road that I drive on. I pay for the tags. I pay for the fucking city sticker (don't ever live in Virginia, trust me). I pay for the inspection. I pay to have a license. Fuck off, I have the RIGHT to drive anywhere I damn well please. All my money pays for it all!! Even the salary of the damn cop that stops me! Where do they get off calling it a privilege??? Because it isn't in the Bill of Rights? I say we amend the damn thing then. There a few things that I think really need to be amended so that the idiots that are out there will just shut the fuck up. That does it. I'm going to do an overhaul on what the Bill of Rights *should* say. I'm going to do it up and put a link up here so that the non-common sense people out there can get a clue. Yeah, that'll help them.
Besides being a bitch, I'm also musically confused. Sorry, I like Neil Diamond. And Barry Manilow. Go ahead and cringe. I don't give a shit. I'm a sap sometimes. I also like Moby, Creed, Van Halen, FLOYD, Bach, Mozart, Dirty Vegas, Alanis, just pick any 80's band, and more and more. But I'm not allowed to play Barry Manilow in the house at all while my hubby is home. He'll leave.
Hmmmmm............the possibilities are kinda endless there. : )
Why are drivers in Virginia so fucking stupid? I mean, it can't be just me that thinks this either. Look, when you are getting on the highway, speed up! Stopping your damn car is only going to create accidents. Do you need to make a right hand turn? GET IN THE RIGHT HAND LANE!! Going straight from the stop light? GET OUT OF THE TURN LANE!!!
And can someone please tell me when, just WHEN is it okay to drive down a one-way street IN THE WRONG DIRECTION??? Welcome to my world, now get the hell off my road.
Fuckin' A. Welcome to the joys of home ownership. Come home yesterday from work, talking on the cell to my best friends (Tracy + Jeff, they'll be mentioned here from time to time), and when I come in the front door, I hear water running. Okay, I think, what the hell did the hubby leave on? Follow the sounds of the water, still on the phone. Follow it to the utility room and there I see the water heater, pouring out water all over the goddamn floor. Fuck! Interrupt Tracy and tell her have to go and why. Dial the hubby and let him know what's happened. Call the real estate agent to find out about the home warranty. Thankfully, the house is under warranty for a year. They'll be somebody here this morning to "look at it" and figure out what the hell happened.
What does the hubby say to me? "The house was just wishing you a happy birthday. It knows how much you like water." Right. Could have done without this present, thank you.
And if the house has that kind of intelligence, we're outta here.
Check this out. I love Van Gogh and actually Starry Night is my favorite painting, although I do like this one as well. Took the quiz and this is what I got.
Please note the last part of it: You could probably solve the world's problems if they'd let you.
Did I bitch about school yet?? I go to school. Not in the normal, get in my car, drive to the campus and sit in a class for hours on end kind of school. It's online! The only way to go. In this "Information Age" any other way is archaic at best. I can sit there, in front of my computer, naked, smoking a cigarette, drinking whatever I happen to be in the mood for, petting the damn cat (more on that child later) who is on my lap demanding attention, and listening to some music. Try THAT in your next class. The classes tend to be more intense, but you know what? It's easier than normal classes. I have found that I learn better this way, as I can do my classwork and read the lectures on my own time. Whenever the hell I please. As life should be.
The only thing I can really complain about is the "team project" crap. I work better alone. I don't like having to rely on other people to get off their ass to get their shit done while I'm sitting there waiting. I'm not that fucking patient. When I say I want it, you better give it to me. Right then. Or I may go off. Patience is a virtue? For who? Patience is for those people with too much free time on their hands.
So, more on last night. Those Ultimate Long Island Ice Teas? Had about 3 or 4 of them. Yup, I was feeling pretty damn good. Actually discussed the possibility of delivering newspapers again with the hubby. He's all for us sharing a second job like that. I'm just not all for having to get up at 2am and working 7 days a week. Been there. Done that. Loved it at the time. I'm too old for that shit now. It is good money and would go a long way to making things better in the new house, but damn it, I'm not 21 anymore and desperate for money. Sigh. What's a bitch to do?
Anyway, last night. Told ya'll about the mower. But after we get that thing out of the car, we went out for dinner. Pizzeria Uno's. Best pizza on the planet, I swear. Anyway, sitting at the bar, mistake number one. Ordering the Ultimate Long Island Ice Tea, mistake number two. When I drink, I talk. And bitch. And rant. And talk about things I would normally keep to myself.
So I was bitching. Yeah, what the hell is new there. But get this, whenever my husband and I go out, I drive. Granted, I am a better driver than he is, but still. It pisses me the fuck off. I am sick and fucking goddam tired of having to drive his happy ass everywhere. This means I can't do any drinking when we go out, but maybe one drink, and that pisses me off even more. (MADE him drive last night!) So, we're sitting there, and I start to go off on him about it. Then I stop. Look at him and tell him that no, I won't bitch to him, I'll save it for the blog. But he insists that I bitch to him. Okay, like you fucking have to tell me twice to keep ranting and raving. I let him have it, full force, not keeping my voice down (because I could care less what the fuck people think of me or what I do).
It was kinda nice being able to bitch at him like that. I need to do that more often.
Goddamn Thomas (2). Yes, that is the way each and every post about him will start. I decided to keep a running count of all the shit he says just to amuse myself. Son of a bitch comes down here and gives me shit ON MY BIRTHDAY! Bastard. No respect for a lady.............................yeah, he's laughing his ass off right now and saying, "You may be a woman, but you ain't no lady."
So, I didn't end up unpacking anything last night. Sue me. We did go out and get a lawn mower finally. You have *no* idea how badly we needed it. Tried to pick up some other things, but just couldn't find what we wanted. They never make the exact thing you really want. I need to be a designer.
