You know, this married gig has me really wishing that I had read the mice type. I'm not complaining, unless you care to Hancock me and tell me how lucky I am. Right now I want to rant moan and groan because I am just one person. Yes, I do want world peace, but you know what? That is 8121 and 8127 side by side and the BFI Dumpster can silently keep watch and embarrass my family as she puts it, because its in her front yard. OMG First, you are staying in my HOME. Second, you are pissed that my husband did not pave your side of the yard, HELLO the fire department Nazi tax ladies bitched about your french drains. I have 18 wheelers backing down my driveway thank you Margaret. Oh and you can tell John that you didn't see the paint can when you drove over it in my driveway. You are so full of crap and if you weren't such an awesome Grandmother, I would nettle you with sharp pointy things. So my husband knows if he ever comes home and the BFI dumpster is in the front yard, there is trouble afoot. This is just the latest. I really have good intentions, but having to wear a mask to visit and thinking of how my kid smells when she comes home does nothing for the situation. And she can't smell it. I think she's preserving herself in Winston 100s. Again, she is the world's most awesome Grandma, but SUCKS as a person.
Moving on, this is a rant. Facebook stalkers and blackberry people who don't have time for me because they sent me a goddammed TWEET need to back off. True story: My husband walks into the men's room at McDonald's past a group of five intensely giggling teens, I am in the ladies room. I come out, no husband. I asked these twiddling fingered kids: 'Hey did a tall guy, good looking with a pony tail come out of the bathroom or were you too busy texting?... as they didn't hardly look up and were probably insulting me and congratulating their mental prowess. They are lucky John rounded the corner. I have Facebook simply to not torture my family with pictures of my kid they will not want to have in ten years but feel obligated to stuff in a box in the basement. I buy 8x10s for my kid, and that's all the scrapbooking she's getting, and no one gets a booby prize
I am on a roll here. Next in line for intense pondering is my friend whose boyfriend calls me and says she's in jail. This set off a nuclear explosion thinking of all the times in the past I have been suckered into helping a person because I'd like to have friends and be social, but nope, I'm just Faye Money. Aunt Money. Its true I had to concede to John that its easier being a Hall when somebody wants something. This took a long time for me to get. The first lady of conversation wiped her feet on me and got a fucking sunroom redone, and I am just now, seven years later waiting on my hardwoods and paint to cure because I'm allergic to everything. My husband is a good man. But didn't have a pot to piss in because somebody else cried him a river and by the time we met, he was seeing this, but I had to tell his mother that I was MRS. HALL and that hurt me.. but she crossed a line.... and then his sister calls to borrow money after she rubbed my face in her 7K diamond. I answered the phone and she said, can I talk to John, I said can I take a message? She said, he's my brother, and I replied, I'm his wife. That killed me too because we were tight until I found her God button.
Don't ever push those. You'll get a salivating bitch tell you that if you are a Christian then you want the Bible shoved up your ass (and I quote)... hello.. No, I just wasn't leaving my kid with a stranger weekly and being raised Catholic gives the tattoo and piercings a nice backdrop. I had those before they were social status symbols witch.
BUT get a divorce, and lets tattoo something ugly and stupid on our forearm because we're an idiot that is planning on finding someone else to listen to testimony and hack up a hairball. Oh a home schooled brood of five that we no longer vacation with.
My family is no picnic either. I'm just winding down and my fingers hurt. My grandmother died last year, and I forgive her for many things because she waited one day and didn't die on my daughter's birthday, which my mom hasn't recognized in three years. My preemie, my wonder, my greatest achievement is being cheated, but one night at my parent's house and when I found out they left her to cry herself to sleep was the last time too.
OK, lets see. Oh I raised my 25 year old sister, got custody of her and when my other sister died, gave up a full scholarship to Stanford university. I will admit fear, but truly i loved my sister.Now she's in that know it all phase.
Back to facebook. People from the rolling days find me. Its been ten years people, grow up and good for you, and no I'm not single. weird.
I'm still reeling over PTA and NC education lottery and now every week i get asked for 25 bucks, or my child doesn't get a prize. WTF? I love volunteering but I now wish I keep my ideas to myself. I teach character education with a SuperDad, who insulted my intelligence the first time didn't call so I did everything, and then touted his kid. I wanted to put his head on a pike in my front yard.
Boy I sound like a bitch. Sound being the key word here. I'm off to actually purchase my first thing off craigslist. I told the guy I'm bringing a big stick.
So world, I know Justin Timberlake is screaming Cry me River, but essentially this boils down to a complicated: Piss off world.
