They are delivering the appliances today and want me to be there..or someone to be there. But, today is school registration day. So, I will keep my eye out for them, but, there is a big sign I taped to the door that tells them they are in the right place and the door is open. I called them twice. Even though this town is so small, everyone knows everyone and where they live, they have pretended not to know my address (the one I gave them) which is on a main drag. Give me a break. I HAVE to be at the school some time today with the kid. I can't sit here all day and babysit these delivery guys. They won't even give me a time, just today. Sometime today. Yeah. Thanks. A pox on your next Protestant pot luck, bitches.
At the same time I am waiting for Lissa to get back from a much begged for (and promises made for) overnight with her friend who lives ONE block away. I told her in no uncertain terms that she was to be home at 10 am. She swore she wouldn't be one minute late if I'd let her go. It is now, 10:35am and no Lissa. I am waiting for her. I knew she would do this. I gave her enough rope to hang herself. I want her grounded until school starts. Don't ask. It's just easier. Those of you who have kids will understand. Sometimes kids just push your buttons to the damn limit and it's either beat the hell out of them and go to jail or set them up and laugh when they fall. Lissa, you are grounded until school starts on August 24th. Ha ha ha! (I say in my head, and it feels good.) That kid and her buddy stay up all night. Friend has a hot teenage sister they hang out with on weeknights when she doesn't have a hot date and they night swim, talk on their phones, play Niki Minaj dress up and whatever. Sounds fun. But, then, they sleep all day long. Friend's mother loves that because they aren't any trouble. I love it because I know they aren't in trouble. BUT, I have had it with her dragging in right before dinner the next day after a sleep over! Hate it, because I always have to go over there in the afternoon and get her. Wake her up and wait while she gathers her endless fucking crap and meanwhile, I stand there and make small talk with friend's parents. Nice people. But, I have nothing in common with them, I usually look like fucking shit and it's just not comfortable. Get your ass up and come home! God, how hard is that? So, I've been saying no to sleep overs and she can't understand what MY problem is. Now, she will. My problem is, I want her here where I can see what she's up to. I only feel comfortable when she is within my sight or sound. So, wrong or right, that's how I work and overnights are pushing it for me. I try my best to let her have a normal life, but, she thinks she can make the rules. No, she can't.
I have other things I need to do as well, including pick up prescriptions and some things from work. Here I sit. Waiting for that kid. Or those delivery men, who I keep getting up to go check on. (I can see them if I walk up the driveway here.) This doesn't even count the things I need to do for my animals. I kind of have a schedule with them and if I don't do things around certain times, there is panic here. I get pissed off when people dismiss my days as if I do nothing because I don't work a 9 to 5. Throw in my crazy mother, who seems to have lost it today. All she remembers is that she bought appliances and where are they? She's been over here 5 times already today, talking goofy shit. "You left your purse in the car all night!" No, that's just a storage bag from work. She did that twice and THEN called me about it because she forgot that I already explained it. WTF is she snooping in my van for? And she IS snooping because it's parked in the far driveway where she never goes. I just went out and got the damn bag so she'd shut up. It has Tarot and Rune Stone crap in it. I'm sure my life would end if I lost that bag of crap you can buy at Mangelson's.
I also have had some paranormal experiences that are not so pleasant and I would like to tell you about them. I have some photos relating to that also. But, I'm just pissed off right now. Calm down and breathe, right? So, sympathize, relate or post your own reason you too are pissed off. I need to hear anything you want to say. I need to know someone out there is hearing me. No one here can, that's for sure.
PS, I forgot why I put Abby Normal on. I was killing time reading childhood memory blogs. They were so humorous and harmless and then I realized my childhood was not even close. I got pissed off again. I was planning a post on that, but, why even go there?
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The supermarket was out of toasted almond fudge ice cream. FML.
I understand. You, like me, live for small pleasures. It PISSES me off too when I want some small thing and can't get it. For me, here's a grocery story infuriation. They always do specials, try this! Try that! I usually do. If it's totally good, I want more, but, they never ever ever ever get the fucking things on special back in stock! I have called them on it several times. Empty promises. Small town. No selection. One store BULLSHIT. So, yeah, I feel your pain. And I want my bacon cheddar pretzel bites. Those things rocked my world. Once..sob.
ps..reminded me also of 'honey nut cheerios' on The Wire. You watch that? If not, you have to watch that!! You would love it.
I feel your pain. I hated letting my kids go for sleepovers. Partly because it was a loss of control. My child was out from under my umbrella of protection and I didn't like it. It scared me, if I'm being honest, but the other reasons are just typical...they were assholes when they came home, because either they were too tired, too jacked up on sugar and caffeine or the worse one...they were little snots telling me "Why CAN'T I do it??? "Mary" can do that! You're so mean!!"
I'm feeling okay today...missing my kid, but that's an every day thing. Most hours of the day, I know that there is nothing I can do about it, but I allow myself a few minutes here and there where I wallow in self-pity. Then, I remind myself of all the good things in life.
I'm doing that 21 day challenge and I'm on my 4th day without Diet Coke. It was a brutal couple days, but I actually feel pretty good...I'm shocking myself with my self-control. No chocolate for four days is pretty unheard of in my life.
Hey, there! I love your posts about what is going on in your world.
I totally am not getting why the asshats at the store would not acknowledge your presence or wait on you. Is it that you were wearing something with non -Christian symbols, or is it past interactions? I am not quite getting it. If it is the non -Christian thing, they should be ashamed of themselves. One of the very basic tenets of Christianity is, judge not lest ye be judged. Sometimes people get so caught up in feeling they are right in their beliefs that they lose track of what that really means, and how they are supposed to treat others. I am sorry that the only place in town is manned by people who don't know any better. It sucks .
It is exciting that you are getting a new washer and dryer, though. I envy you for that. My washer was excellent in its time, but is now old and moaning when it starts up. The dryer is newer, as the matchy- matchy one we got with the washer gave up the ghost about 4 years ago. The old one was the only top - loading one on the market at that time, as far as I know. It was great! This one is okay, but a front - loader, and the door swings down, so it hurts my back to reach over that and into the back of the machine to retrieve clothes. I would like to replace it someday. I am glad you got to pick the ones you want, too. It's nice your mom didn't just choose something awful for you.
I totally get what you mean about allowing Lissa the freedom to hang herself. Life is full of learning experiences. I hope there is no conflict between her getting home for school registration, and delivery of your new machines.
I am pissed off at George and Irene, every day. My life is on hold. I live in a junky house because why would you want to fix it before it gets a market value? I could end up having to try to pay more to cash El jerko out. So, I feel totally manipulated, every damn day.
I did find a nice little Dooney purse at a garage sale last weekend. No wear at all, for $10. This weekend is the big, annual historic neighborhood sale. The signs are advertising over 100 sales in that area. I have the weekend off, so I am going to go, have a look.
Christina
Omar died for Honey Nut, I'm not sure I'd be willing to go that far for my favorite ice cream.
Oh, man. Spoiler. Yeah, but, fucking kids today, right? Little son of a B. I loved Omar. He was my people.
Christina, it was the Christian thing. I don't need to wear symbols (and I wasn't), all I need to do is live in a tiny town. Everyone knows me. Everyone knows just about everyone here. Hey, man, you just tell me when you're going to court, when you need us to ummm, concentrate. A'ight? We have your back. We need to spell the night before and that day. Unless you want us to start earlier, like back up. But, I think one big PUFF is better. You need to start thinking in YOUR head, this is mine. Fuck George and fuck Irene. Nice score on the DnB. Britney Spear's mom would even be jealous of that.
Angie, ALL the things you said, but, I have to add that this kid here is a diabolical genius in the art of misbehaving. I mean, you can not believe the shit she pulls unless I keep a real close eye out. It's not even normal. Not EVEN. Hey, man, that 21 day shit sounds brutal. Have fun. But, seriously, I have a medically unproven theory that even if it's not a drug or booze, addictions can be dangerous to stop cold turkey. Your body could miss one of those things and go haywire. Like, stomach, intestinal etc. problems. Keep a thought, don't get sick or worn down. Sounds bizarre, but, I think I have it right(for some bodys). Not all, but, some.
PS. front load, mid priced. I am not greedy.
I think you may be on to something. Three of us were diehard coke/diet coke drinkers and have all reported queasiness in the second and third day.
I'm hearing ya. I'm always tired but not pissed off today, though I usually curse a blue streak at inanimate objects when they don't cooperate with me, which is pretty much all the time.
Most of us have had days like this, but not with your mother and the Pagan vs Protestant thing thrown in. So hope you get some pleasant time with your animals today to take the edge.
Btw I get tense just reading about Lis stuff, brings it all back and yeah they do think they make the rules.
I had my knees done yesterday. They shot a gel under the kneecap and I've had it done many times. It's never hurt before, but it was always done by the dr. This time it was a PA and I am messed up. There's pain, swelling and the muscle behind one knee is hurting. And I'm really having a hard time walking. I'd hate to blame it on the PA but I don't know what else to think. Never had this happen before. I guess maybe the next time, I should ask for the dr. to do it, but it took 6 weeks to get this appointment. I didn't know the PA was scheduled to do it.
Jane, I hope you let them know that this time did not go well. They need to know, and maybe get another look at you. It sounds like the gel may not have gone in the right place, or maybe the amount was different. I think they need to make time in their schedule and see you to evaluate what happened. I also think that you should request that the doctor do the injection next time.
Christina
Just my opinion. . .
I broke my pinkie toe, and my boss wants to add more hours when I want to quit. Cause I work in a redneck hellhole. It makes me wish I never took this job in the first place. She's not the problem, but everything that comes with it, like the people wanting to open a shop next door, and most of her family is just mean and rude. So I get to hear about it all day long. And I have to stand on my feet all day. Ugg.
But at least I get paid for this, I guess.
I like cooking, but not enough to make a job of it. It's kind of making me sick of it.
Broken pinkie toe...sounds innocuous, but is utter hell. I feel for you
I did it once before when I was young, like seven. And it sucks they can't do anything about it. You just kinda deal with it. But the only bad part is I have to stand all day at work. I take it you broke yours before?
Both of them, different times. The worst one was broken off to the side and in my panic, I yanked it back into alignment. Probably saved myself some cash that day. It took a good six months before I was completely pain free.
Both of them, different times. The worst one was broken off to the side and in my panic, I yanked it back into alignment. Probably saved myself some cash that day. It took a good six months before I was completely pain free.
Both of them, different times. The worst one was broken off to the side and in my panic, I yanked it back into alignment. Probably saved myself some cash that day. It took a good six months before I was completely pain free.
Oh gosh, six months? Glad you got it to align again. I don't think mine is broken as badly as yours was, doesn't feel like it will be six months. The first time we were going swimming and I was really excited and ran down the hallway and hit a babygate. Still went swimming.
I seriously haven't been able to catch a breath. I hope u can.
as far as living in small towns and the shit ppl pull becuz one is different, believes differently... I have that covered. I don't like to dwell too much on those times. tho I can protect myself from the living. I know u can too.
right now. I'm a duck on water. ppl see but they don't know I never stop paddling. house, home, family, health, money, it's all taking hits. big ones. I need to connect with someone who can see mine, I can see, hear, feel give messages for others, but I seem to be blind to who is hurting me. maybe it's someone I turned away? at times its crushing. even the wonderful moments leave me spent and emotionally drained.
my physical world is on its head. I feel grounded, but it's trickery. I'm not. damn it. this hard to formulate into words.
I hope to see ur paranormal pictures. it's been forever since I've been here. when I see I've missed posts I read back.
u did good with ur girl, ur hen Cass, really. I know how hard it is. u r a wonderful nurturer.
2 abortions. wasn't a big deal. wasn't the right time. it was the two times I wasn't on the pill. I was on the pill at sixteen. two kids now. got a tubal after the second, I knew that I couldn't terminate after I bore the two I did. still no regrets.
I hope u r well. u r a good human in the world Pat. I appreciate u for all u bring.
Race
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