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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Anybody want a bike? Metallic green. Boys bike. Mongoose? We’ve got one that’s been sitting in our garage since last May and I’d love to get rid of it so I could quit tripping over the damn thing. LB had a bike riding field trip at the end of last school year and the coaew brought it over. No helmet, of course. Who needs a helmet? Not her kids! Anyhoo, the field trip was canceled but the bike still sits here. The boys don’t ride bikes here. Our street is too busy and I don’t trust them to not get their fool selves ran over. That shit isn’t happening on my watch! We’re getting a new washer/dryer (wooooo hooooo!) on Wednesday and would like to get unneccesary items out of the garage. We left it out for her to pick up on Saturday morning when she dropped off the boys and then again today to get it after school. I’m going to ask LB tomorrow if he wants the bike anymore (I think it may be too small for him now.) and if he doesn’t we’re donating it somewhere if it isn’t picked up by this weekend. We’re not running a storage unit here. Despite what the place looks like.

My chiropractor rocks. My left flipper has been pretty useless since last Wednesday. If I moved it or straightened it out, it hurt like hell and the rest of the time is was a screaming throb. I’d been holding it up near my body kind of like a Tyrannosaurus Rex to keep the pain down. (and I was really making a face like that too) I left work early Friday because I thought I’d swing by his office and get things fixed but they were closed. Left early today (after making an appointment) and now am much better. I’m looking forward to sleep tonight that isn’t interrupted every time I move because it feels like someone is stabbing me.

We went to a big car show in Orlando on Sunday and I actually wore my arm in a freaking sling because it kept it from hurting so badly. I looked like the biggest dork on the planet. LB delighted in following me and taking my photo when I wasn’t looking.

The stairwell at work smells funny. Like a douche. Not a strawberry one. A pickle one. I hold my breath when I’m in there. It is disgusting.

Oh! Speaking of that place! I won a trip to a theme park and am going there on Thursday! A paid day at a theme park! Of course, I will have to do whatever I’m told (everyone picked from work has to go as a group) and will have to make idle chit-chat with people but anything is better than answering the phone in Cubeville for 10 hours. I think…

You know what I have discovered on eBay? Tiny paintings and drawings. ACEO cards. I am addicted. Sweety says it’s better for me than heroin. See this little Mouse Fairy? I will be sitting by the computer, ready to snipe that cute little sucker at 5 p.m. on Saturday! It will be the perfect match for my Bunny Fairy. (I managed to snipe that original painting when it was up for auction.) Wootie woot! I am an eBay ninja.

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Guess what? Sweety and I have begun the Rebirth Of The Living Room.

This photo shows you what was on the wall. That blue heart border. White on top and tan on bottom. It was here when I moved in and I just wasn’t motivated enough to yank it down.

But Sweety did it for me on Friday night! And he said he doesn’t care how I decorate the living room. I immediately began a booze fueled hunt on eBay for things to put on the walls. This and this arrived today! They are 8×10 and on canvas. I’ll get them framed up soon. And? I have two paintings on the way featuring (drumroll please!)…..WOMBATS! I know you know how much I LOVE WOMBATS. I am most excited.

We always do our Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday because the boys are at their mother’s on Thursday. We’ve finished dinner and the kitchen is clean. The dishwasher is singing merrily. Tiny Dog and Stinky Dog are snoring with bellies full of mashed potatoes and peas. Have you ever seen a dog eat a plate full of green peas? Hilarious. They kept falling out of Stinky’s mouth and Tiny sucked them up one at a time as they fell out.

I have to freaking work tomorrow because I didn’t request Thanksgiving day off properly in our computer system. Meh. It all works out though because I’m taking that holiday time off on December 23 and my Mom and stepdad will be here then! Fantastical Sweety bought their plane tickets so they could come down! They’ll be here from the 21st through the 28th. I can’t wait! I can’t remember the last time I had a Christmas with my Mom.

Speaking of work…

I don’t like having something shoved down my throat. Sure, it’s nice if someone wants to do a payroll deduction and donate money to a charity. But don’t tell me that it’s sad how selfish people are because they’re not doing that. You don’t know me. You don’t have any idea what I do with my money away from work. On top of that, it’s none of your business. Leave me alone. Dare I say – fuck you?

Ahem. So maybe that’s not the nicest thing to say this time of year when we should all be thankful and sharing. I’m really tired of hearing this though. I actually used to donate to a charity through a payroll deduction but canceled it a couple of years ago after having to attend meetings that were to drum up more donations. It really pissed me off how higher-ups were pushing for them. I decided I’d rather hang on to my money and do something nice for someone when I run across the opportunity.

The turkey coma is descending. It is time to snuggle up on the couch with Stinky and Tiny for a nappy-poo. Nappy-poo? I really just typed that, huh? Nappy-poo.

I hope you all have a nice Thanksgiving!

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