This weekend I resorted to paying the boys to do housecleaning that I didn’t want to deal with. It was that or get a maid and this way was cheaper and I know where they live so it makes it easy for things to be redone if need be. The place is dusted (how I hate dusting!) and cleaned.

Sweety & the boys put in a little garden and Sweety painted for me! We’ve got a couple of walls in Cherry Tart and some in Navajo White. I’d originally picked out Frosted Pomegranate but it wasn’t what we were looking for when we tested it out. Sweety was kind enough to take the painting we have that has the red I wanted to the store with him to match it for the second try. I will show it to you when we’re all done and decorated.

BB had a baseball game Monday night. The boys were supposed to go home with their mother but she sent LB over about an hour into it to ask Sweety if they could go home with us. She needed to go home right away and let her husband into the house because he’d locked himself out. Puh-leez. What a crock of shit. You wouldn’t believe how many car repairs and other “emergencies” come up with her during baseball season. (Each vehicle they have has had at least one broken axle and all sorts of tire and brake issues. I just don’t buy it because it just seems very odd that these things only crop up on weekends that the boys are at her house & there’s a game.)

You want to leave the game early, just say it. Don’t make up some bullshit excuse. We know it was crap because she didn’t want to take LB home with her. Other times when she’s left early, he goes with her (since it is her night and she misses him so much) but not Monday. The icing on the cake was that she didn’t even go to the dugout and tell BB that she was leaving. We heard him hollering at LB later, “Hey! Where’s mom?” Stupid bint.

I kind of flipped out at work yesterday. My first call ended up being 30 minutes of misery and I started to cry about 25 minutes into it. I made a beeline for the bathroom after I hung up and ran smack into my bosses boss. He wanted to know if I was okay. I looked up (Well, down. He’s a shorty. But I had to raise my head.) at him with snot streaming and leaky eyes and said, “sure!”. So he asked again and I gave the same reply. But really. Of course fucking not. Dude, it’s 9:30 in the morning and I’m ugly crying at work. How the hell can I be okay? It took a good 15 minutes to calm down in the bathroom.

When I got home last night, Sweety thought I’d either been eating Xanax all day (No, not even one. I’d left the little bits of sweetness at home because I hadn’t forseen a total meltdown at work.) or had been drinking because I seemed so out of it. Nope. That was just me totally defeated.

I hopped in the pool today and got some sun on my ghostly ass. My reason for wanting a tan? It doesn’t show as bad when I go without shaving my legs. When I’m all pale you can really notice that it needs to be done. Also got my eyebrows threaded and ate Korean food for lunch. Tomorrow I will take over the world!

Do you ever volunteer for something and then wonder why you did that? The school just called and needs people to work at the book fair next week. Instead of just agreeing to the 2 hours that I could have, I said I’d stay til it closed when she mentioned they were short on people. At least it’s inside and with books. My two favorite things.

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Once upon a time, there was a Girl. She worked in the Second Circle of Hell. She came in every day and picked up her pitchfork and did what needed to be done. She didn’t talk to many people because she had a job to do and wasn’t a very good multi-tasker.

So if you became your friend, she watched your back and totally despised anyone that wished ill will upon you.

One day, Crackhead came up to Girl and wanted to gossip about Girl’s friend. Crackhead didn’t know that Girl had a Friend because she was so quiet. Girl put Crackhead in her place and Crackhead moseyed on back to her corner of the circle.

But Crackhead continued to do shitty things to Friend for no reason. Lies are not nice.

And one day? One shiny day? Crackhead got called on it and got written up by Higher Ups.

This made Girl smile with her sharp little teeth.

Today was the best. day. ever.

The End.

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I freaking overslept this morning and the boys got to school late. Argh. School starts at 8:51 and I woke at 8:57. I set my alarm clock incorrectly. We managed to get out of the house and to the school by 9:08. I’m embarrassed. I hate to be late for things. I have been known to NOT GO to something if I’m going to be late. If you look at my work record, you will see that I have NEVER been late. Absent perhaps, but not late. I was tempted to tell the boys they could stay home today (today is the day that school lets out an hour early anyway) but figured that Sweety would cut my head off if I did that.

An asshole seller on eBay has burned me. I won an auction for a camera about a month ago and it was never sent to me. PayPal did give my money back. That was nice. But I really wanted the camera. On the same night that I won the camera, I bought a lens for it from an online store. The time frame to return it passed while I was still waiting for the camera to arrive. I sold the lens on eBay this weekend. I give up. I’m not ready to pay the retail price for a big boy camera. Meh. The dogs’ retinas thank me.

Sweety tried to fix our t.v. awhile back and it didn’t work. For the last month, we’ve watched a television that makes a sound like a plane taking off and the color on it was almost black and white. Unbeknownst to me, when we were out and about on Saturday, Sweety bought a new t.v. Brought it home last night, hooked it up, and voila! The color was still off. After much poking and prodding, we realized that some things weren’t plugged in properly at the cable box. But now we have a new t.v. And another giant t.v. that probably will work after buying a $100 part and making sure that it’s plugged in correctly. I don’t know what in the hell we’re going to do with that one. I think we should just take the new one back and try to fix the old one again but I have a feeling that my idea will not be met with open arms by the menfolk of the house.

Do you pass the hat at your job to get a gift for your boss at Christmas? I’ve been at this hellhole place of employment for 7 years now and have never been on a team where the people did that. Until this year. I didn’t get a stinking, fucking turkey sandwich when I worked on Thanksgiving but you people want me to contribute to the “buy the supervisor that makes more money than us – Oh! By the way! No more raises til the economy picks up!” fund? I’m seriously thinking of checking my name off the list when the envelope comes around but not putting any money in it. I stuck $10 in the envelope that came around yesterday for the lady on our team that is always baking cakes and bringing them in though. I like cake. I’m not a total tightwad. I like to prioritize.

We’ve put up more Christmas decorations and our anal neighbor is spinning out of control. Colored lights! Oh no! All we have up are a row of lights around the edge of the roof, a snowman and 3 things that you poke in the ground (they look like tree limbs with lights on them). After the addition of the tree limb things, he stood at the end of his driveway, looking at our house and shaking his head for a good 10 minutes, I kid you not. I spied on him through the kitchen window. When I was tired of spying, I opened the blinds and he scurried away. I REALLY like the tree limb things. I’d like to buy more and keep them up around the perimeter of the house year round. To keep dragons away. Heck, I’d even leave the snowman up. He is so cheery.

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I went to a theme park today and totally enjoyed myself! This photo will clue you in as to where I went. I’ve been to that park a couple of times before but never without children and it was a completely different experience. It was nice to walk around and not have to make sure a sprog wasn’t being abducted or constantly telling me they were thirsty or hungry. We had lunch in a fancy-schmancy restaurant. I can honestly say that I have never had a lunch so nice and so tasty! A group of us from work got picked to go and one of my friends was one of them so that made it much more enjoyable. Since groups of people and people I don’t know freak me out, I just pretty much stuck with him and we people watched and rode a couple of rides. Awesome possum. I am wiped out from all of the walking.

Reading this and then the crappy follow up by the school over at Kat’s place really made my blood boil. I would go apeshit if one of the boys came home and told me that school personnel denied them access to a regular lunch. Utter bullshit.

I’m leaning heavily towards never birthing any kids, but if I were – I’d wait til Sweety and I were able to move away from here and go back to where I grew up. I wouldn’t want to stick kids in the school system down here. It’s just too big.

When you were a kid, did you like school lunches? I can honestly say that ours were great. It probably helped that our school only had about 175 kids in grades K – 12 and that someone’s mom was usually one of the cafeteria cooks. If you were still hungry and there was food left, you could go back for seconds. There were some kids that I went to school with that were flat malnourished and the teachers would come around and if it looked like you weren’t going to eat your hamburger, they’d ask if it was okay to give it to them. I don’t even think kids are allowed to share food in the cafeteria nowadays. Man, they made the best spaghetti. Good spaghetti with a layer of melted cheese on top. With garlic toast and green beans for the side. And the pinto beans? Help me, that is where my love for pinto beans and cornbread started. With a splash of Louisiana Hot Sauce. Mmmmm…

When I was a kid, we qualified for free lunches. When I was in kindergarten, I remember watching all of the other kids take lunch money to the teacher every day and I started to worry that I was stealing food since I never paid. So I went home and gathered all the change I could find (I stuck it in my coin purse that looked like a purple hippo) and gave it to my teacher the next morning. She looked at me like I was crazy and quietly told me that it was okay and to put the money back in my pocket and sit down.

We always had enough food to eat when I was growing up but there wasn’t really any money for extras. I can still remember how embarrassed and pissed off I was when, while swinging on the swings one day, some little snots came up and started making fun of my pants because they were ugly. (As a result, my kids now are not allowed to wear Rustler jeans from Wal-Mart. BB actually asked for some a few weeks ago and I pointed him towards something else.)

New clothes? When I was in the 4th grade I got a new shirt and I loved it. It was pink with short, white, lacy sleeves. (I even had my school picture that year taken in it.) I’d have Mom wash that shirt and wear it damn near every day. Well, every day til some snooty heifer a couple of years older than me started making fun of me for wearing it so much. (She’s not one of my MySpace friends today. Fuck her.) I’m still like that though. When I get a new t-shirt, that bitch is going to be worn for at least the next 4 times that I leave the house. Old habits die hard.

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