I came home today wanting to take a nap. Instead I:
Worked on the paintings for my sisters nursery
Made dinner for Grandma and I
Managed to stay awake and be productive for three and half hours for my group meeting
Helped grandma to bed
All while getting caught up on my Netflix--I decided to watch some "classics" I had never seen:
The Big Lebowski (which was hilarious and I loved it)
The Graduate (FABULOUS)...i knew the story line, never actually watched it before tonight
Breakfast at Tiffany's... more appealing than I thought it would...still working on this one, but its late...
Time for bed :) I survived another Monday...yay.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Today's the day
I just called mom and asked if she got dad off okay. She had to get him to his plane so he could fly to Indiana, then Germany, then Kosovo (not all today...but over the next week or so...) He'll be gone for a year. She said unfortunately yes and told me that she had been "ballin'" all morning. I asked her if she was okay and she started crying...she said lets just not talk about it... so I left it at that.
It hadnt really hit me "sad factor" wise until I heard my mom cry on the other end of the phone. Now I'm kind of bummed. My dad has been stoked about this mission for some time now...so I have to keep that in mind and not be selfish...because he is in essence doing what he loves.
It hadnt really hit me "sad factor" wise until I heard my mom cry on the other end of the phone. Now I'm kind of bummed. My dad has been stoked about this mission for some time now...so I have to keep that in mind and not be selfish...because he is in essence doing what he loves.
Miserable Mondays
I'm tired...no I'm effin' exhausted...I made it through midterms okay...got As on them all...yay for being a geek. But I stayed up too late because I just wasn't tired...then had to get up and seriously had to force myself to even function this morning.
If it hadn't been for restarts starting today I would have called. Who am I kidding...as much as I loathe Mondays, it's payroll day and I can't leave folks hangin or run the risk that their hours are wrong. Don't let me fool you. My presence here doesn't make the world go round. Not many people would miss me. My boss could just call in and check the voicemail from her office in Chesapeake, Time sheets would still be e-mailed to the payroll specialist in Chesapeake...though no one would verify that the hours showing are correct, no one would give it a real second thought....
My eyes are on fire and all I can think about is how I want a nap. I want to go back home and curl up in the bed and sleep for the next nine days. No exaggeration there.
Tonight I have a group meeting though since the fuckers changed it from Wednesday...I shouldn't bitch I'm just so OVER IT ALL RIGHT NOW. I'M BURNED OUT. Senioritis perhaps.
Two of my restarts called out today...really how are you going to call out on your first day back to work? Too many mother fucking people just DON'T WANT TO WORK. They fail to realize that unemployment doesn't pay out if it's their fault they don't come to work...in addition, if they refuse a work assignment PEACE OUT to unemployment period.
It's so ridicuously hot in the warehouse. HOT AS BALLS i tell you...the air is still and it's so humid out there you have to cut a path with a knife just to get through. The heat index is supposed to be 110 today...which means that they may have to stop production depending on how hot it gets in there. Do the math...at 7 am it was already in the 90s, so humid it's difficult to breathe...add body heat, the potential for people to pass out in the containers they are loading/unloading, plus heat being generated from multiple pieces of warehouse equipment and conveyor belts....ugh....this is not going to be pretty.
And me, the genius behind it all, insists on wearing a t-shirt under my work polo (a polo which by the way just doesn't breathe AT ALL)....jeans because I was rushing and didn't have time to shave....can we say I'll be sweaty and crotchety by the end of the day....MISERABLE MONDAY for sure.
I started on the three small paintings I'm doing for my sister. I want them to be done by her shower so I can wrap them, write a sappy note on the back of each and have her open them then. I decided upon a sea turtle, a sea horse, and a whale.... the problem comes into play that I will want to do that stuff instead of homework this week so I'll probably be procrastinating.
The upstairs is destroyed and disgusting and needs to be dusted and vacuumed.
The fan in the attic is broke which means that the upstairs gets and stays super fucking hot because since the attic is half the size of the upstairs and wraps around since no heat is being sucked out...it's leaking into the living area and making it miserable. Gotta call grandma so she can call someone. LIKE YESTERDAY.
I still haven't done the windows of Gmas house which is bad because she already paid me for it...
I hate Mondays....one more week and a couple of days to go before I'm living it large down at the beach....YAY AH!
If it hadn't been for restarts starting today I would have called. Who am I kidding...as much as I loathe Mondays, it's payroll day and I can't leave folks hangin or run the risk that their hours are wrong. Don't let me fool you. My presence here doesn't make the world go round. Not many people would miss me. My boss could just call in and check the voicemail from her office in Chesapeake, Time sheets would still be e-mailed to the payroll specialist in Chesapeake...though no one would verify that the hours showing are correct, no one would give it a real second thought....
My eyes are on fire and all I can think about is how I want a nap. I want to go back home and curl up in the bed and sleep for the next nine days. No exaggeration there.
Tonight I have a group meeting though since the fuckers changed it from Wednesday...I shouldn't bitch I'm just so OVER IT ALL RIGHT NOW. I'M BURNED OUT. Senioritis perhaps.
Two of my restarts called out today...really how are you going to call out on your first day back to work? Too many mother fucking people just DON'T WANT TO WORK. They fail to realize that unemployment doesn't pay out if it's their fault they don't come to work...in addition, if they refuse a work assignment PEACE OUT to unemployment period.
It's so ridicuously hot in the warehouse. HOT AS BALLS i tell you...the air is still and it's so humid out there you have to cut a path with a knife just to get through. The heat index is supposed to be 110 today...which means that they may have to stop production depending on how hot it gets in there. Do the math...at 7 am it was already in the 90s, so humid it's difficult to breathe...add body heat, the potential for people to pass out in the containers they are loading/unloading, plus heat being generated from multiple pieces of warehouse equipment and conveyor belts....ugh....this is not going to be pretty.
And me, the genius behind it all, insists on wearing a t-shirt under my work polo (a polo which by the way just doesn't breathe AT ALL)....jeans because I was rushing and didn't have time to shave....can we say I'll be sweaty and crotchety by the end of the day....MISERABLE MONDAY for sure.
I started on the three small paintings I'm doing for my sister. I want them to be done by her shower so I can wrap them, write a sappy note on the back of each and have her open them then. I decided upon a sea turtle, a sea horse, and a whale.... the problem comes into play that I will want to do that stuff instead of homework this week so I'll probably be procrastinating.
The upstairs is destroyed and disgusting and needs to be dusted and vacuumed.
The fan in the attic is broke which means that the upstairs gets and stays super fucking hot because since the attic is half the size of the upstairs and wraps around since no heat is being sucked out...it's leaking into the living area and making it miserable. Gotta call grandma so she can call someone. LIKE YESTERDAY.
I still haven't done the windows of Gmas house which is bad because she already paid me for it...
I hate Mondays....one more week and a couple of days to go before I'm living it large down at the beach....YAY AH!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Woosah
I have to be at work super early tomorrow morning. 6:45 am at the latest.
My group meetings for school have changed from Wedn and Thurs to Monday and Thursday (this will come in handy in a couple of weeks when Jen and I take lil man down to Hatteras Island, NC...that means we can leave on Wednesday night...wake up Thurs morning and already be there and then not come back until Sunday afternoon...SWEET.
I need to start and finish the three paintings for my sister's nursery. She left it up to me as to what they are...but her theme is Under the Water....so lots of fish and aquatic stuff...I'm thinking of a sea turtle, a seahorse and either an octopus or a whale...I dunno.
Tonight is the last night I'll see my dad for an entire year. Tomorrow morning he gets on a bus and heads to Indiana for additional training, then to Germany to fix some helicopters then off to his official assignment in Kosovo...I'm not as close with my dad as I am my mom, but I'm still going to miss him you know. It's gonna be weird...and he's not even going to get to see his first grandbaby until she's almost a year old. Crazy.
I need to start working out again, I'm back to feeling fat and disgusting. I can see the weight in my double chin and that's not cool...blah...
I'm watching Jen play Ratchet and Clank on the PS2 and I'm so not interested but at the same time, can't stop watching it...wtf?
I'm tired--my eyes are heavy...
I'm having Corn on the cob for dinner...I mean grandma made Snap beans with Red potatoes and kielbasa sausage too but I just want the corn on the cob...ITS MY FAVORITE.
My furminator arrived yesterday EXCITING. I gave pepper a bath last night, she was filthy from running through the soybeans...now she's extra soft and smells good...I'm going to use the furminator on her tonight. The size I ordered is normally forty dollars at Pets Mart...I got a new one on Ebay for 13.50...HELL YEAH...
I also won a Lego Firestation on Ebay the other day...normally 99 bucks in stores...it's mine for 55 bucks, which included shipping...SWEET. It comes with a big firetruck that has a 13 inch expanding ladder...COOL.
I started back on Birth control this morning in hopes of regulating shit..the kicker is its like 65 bucks a month WITH INSURANCE...ridiculous....and I've had the pack I started today for four months waiting for the opportunity to actually take it. I'm pretty sure that I quit taking it many times before because of the fact that it makes me crazy...can we say ESTROGEN OVERLOAD...
Jen saw what we would look like in about twenty years...she was working last night and had two older lesbians walk up to the window holding hands...one was dirty blonde with spikey hair (me of course) with a polo and cargo shorts and reef flip flops...the other dark brown almost black hair (Jen's clone with her haircut) also in a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops...her employees ribbed the shit out of her and were amused as hell saying, "How does it feel to see how you and tommy are going to look when ya'll get older..." What can I say, I guess we fall into those stereotypical lesbian looks and fashion sense...I'm okay with it.
Okay time to stop procrastinating... I've got beautiful art to create.
My group meetings for school have changed from Wedn and Thurs to Monday and Thursday (this will come in handy in a couple of weeks when Jen and I take lil man down to Hatteras Island, NC...that means we can leave on Wednesday night...wake up Thurs morning and already be there and then not come back until Sunday afternoon...SWEET.
I need to start and finish the three paintings for my sister's nursery. She left it up to me as to what they are...but her theme is Under the Water....so lots of fish and aquatic stuff...I'm thinking of a sea turtle, a seahorse and either an octopus or a whale...I dunno.
Tonight is the last night I'll see my dad for an entire year. Tomorrow morning he gets on a bus and heads to Indiana for additional training, then to Germany to fix some helicopters then off to his official assignment in Kosovo...I'm not as close with my dad as I am my mom, but I'm still going to miss him you know. It's gonna be weird...and he's not even going to get to see his first grandbaby until she's almost a year old. Crazy.
I need to start working out again, I'm back to feeling fat and disgusting. I can see the weight in my double chin and that's not cool...blah...
I'm watching Jen play Ratchet and Clank on the PS2 and I'm so not interested but at the same time, can't stop watching it...wtf?
I'm tired--my eyes are heavy...
I'm having Corn on the cob for dinner...I mean grandma made Snap beans with Red potatoes and kielbasa sausage too but I just want the corn on the cob...ITS MY FAVORITE.
My furminator arrived yesterday EXCITING. I gave pepper a bath last night, she was filthy from running through the soybeans...now she's extra soft and smells good...I'm going to use the furminator on her tonight. The size I ordered is normally forty dollars at Pets Mart...I got a new one on Ebay for 13.50...HELL YEAH...
I also won a Lego Firestation on Ebay the other day...normally 99 bucks in stores...it's mine for 55 bucks, which included shipping...SWEET. It comes with a big firetruck that has a 13 inch expanding ladder...COOL.
I started back on Birth control this morning in hopes of regulating shit..the kicker is its like 65 bucks a month WITH INSURANCE...ridiculous....and I've had the pack I started today for four months waiting for the opportunity to actually take it. I'm pretty sure that I quit taking it many times before because of the fact that it makes me crazy...can we say ESTROGEN OVERLOAD...
Jen saw what we would look like in about twenty years...she was working last night and had two older lesbians walk up to the window holding hands...one was dirty blonde with spikey hair (me of course) with a polo and cargo shorts and reef flip flops...the other dark brown almost black hair (Jen's clone with her haircut) also in a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops...her employees ribbed the shit out of her and were amused as hell saying, "How does it feel to see how you and tommy are going to look when ya'll get older..." What can I say, I guess we fall into those stereotypical lesbian looks and fashion sense...I'm okay with it.
Okay time to stop procrastinating... I've got beautiful art to create.
Unbelievable
It just dawned on me that I blog about a little of everything...taking massive shits at work, masturbation, to do lists, random happenings--no stone remains unturned...but I forgot to acknowledge one of the most fabulous things that happened recently.
Last Wednesday I went off to work. Jen stayed here at the house with lil man and kept grandma company. (Wednesday are generally one of her days off, the other is Sunday...) Well I came home after a rather blah day...I was tired and knew I had a huge list of things to do when I got home, including my weekly group meeting for my Senior Seminar course....
I walk in the door to find Jen super cheery...which is always a good thing. She had done like three loads of laundry (so that could be scratched off my to do list), cleaned my bathroom (another one marked out), kept grandma company (which meant Gma not feeling the need to trap me upon my arrival at home and fill me in on every single detail of her day ranging from bowel movements to which one of her friends died and then getting pissy when I say I don't know or remember them...) YAY.
Jen even helped grandma to bed later that night while I was in my meeting which saved me an hour and allowed me to focus on school....
I have a fabulous girlfriend FABULOUS!!! I tell you. Today we went to Baby hell, aka Babies R Us and bought stuff for my sister's shower next Sunday...wasn't too bad and lil man behaved which is a total plus...it helps that we threatened to return his PS2 game to the store if he didn't act right. Don't get me wrong he's not a bad kid, no BeBe's Kid to say the least, but likes to whine if he doesn't get his way and I don't play that...
Oh well lots to do...the moral of the story is Jen Rocks...
Last Wednesday I went off to work. Jen stayed here at the house with lil man and kept grandma company. (Wednesday are generally one of her days off, the other is Sunday...) Well I came home after a rather blah day...I was tired and knew I had a huge list of things to do when I got home, including my weekly group meeting for my Senior Seminar course....
I walk in the door to find Jen super cheery...which is always a good thing. She had done like three loads of laundry (so that could be scratched off my to do list), cleaned my bathroom (another one marked out), kept grandma company (which meant Gma not feeling the need to trap me upon my arrival at home and fill me in on every single detail of her day ranging from bowel movements to which one of her friends died and then getting pissy when I say I don't know or remember them...) YAY.
Jen even helped grandma to bed later that night while I was in my meeting which saved me an hour and allowed me to focus on school....
I have a fabulous girlfriend FABULOUS!!! I tell you. Today we went to Baby hell, aka Babies R Us and bought stuff for my sister's shower next Sunday...wasn't too bad and lil man behaved which is a total plus...it helps that we threatened to return his PS2 game to the store if he didn't act right. Don't get me wrong he's not a bad kid, no BeBe's Kid to say the least, but likes to whine if he doesn't get his way and I don't play that...
Oh well lots to do...the moral of the story is Jen Rocks...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Midterm Mayhem
And my boobs itch...I just finished both of the midterms that I had left. Yay. Downside, when I clicked the button to submit one of them I got an error message that said that there was an error in submitting my exam--WTF. I'm on hold now with technical support in hopes that my exam did actually get turned in and isn't just floating around in cyberspace somewhere.
I went thrift store shopping after work. I didn't find anything, but I found Jen two brand new dress shirts for work...a couple of brand new shirts for grandma, a couple of baby outfits for my soon to be here niece, a cut off type shirt for lil man that's red and says GAP in camo letters, lol...nothing for me.
Then off to the shoe store, I was thinking of splurging and finally getting those Sperry Topsiders I've been wanting but opted against it...they aren't great enough to justify that expense. I bought my sister a pair of adidas sandals because they are the only shoes her fat baby oven feet would fit into...she couldnt afford them right now so I treated her for now. I did find a pair of Nike sneaks for 22 bucks so that was exciting and its time to have new ones for work...the ones i"ve been wearing are too flat and kill my heel daily...
Then Mandi and I met up with Mom, Dad, Aunt Melissa and Uncle John for a birthday dinner for Dad...MEXICAN...yay...The highlight of my evening is when my mom had a brain fart and asked the server to sing happy birthday to Dad in Mexican...OMG...REALLY MOM...talk about unintentional racial slurs, lol. I learned a long time ago from working in warehouse to not assume anyone is mexican...I worked with Hispanics from all over--Guatemala, Mexico, etc etc but you don't call someone from Guatemala a mexican...they get pissed...but I digressed....I corrected mom and she was all like oh yeah...
Then off to walmart....Jeffrey's girlfriends daughter (Satan herself) has a birthday party tomorrow and if by some off chance I decided to be nice and take lil man to attend it, I needed to have a present for the ungrateful little brat...I spent all of five bucks on her...if she had manners and actually appreciated shit then I'd spend more...but for now it's pointless.
Finally home, laundry in...shower...checked on Grandma...she got to bed by herself tonight for the first time in a long time...and then midterms....only to get an error message
I got a ticket number from technical support...it turns out the professor (who's a cunt bag anyway) didnt mark the right box on forgot to do something on her end so the midterm I just did isn't set up to even be graded. So I emailed her and told her what was up, gave her the ticket number and told her to call tech support if she had questions...I'm not feeling good about this right now considering that it took me emailing her to let her know she hadnt even posted the midterm for us to do this week...WTF...she finally put it up on Wednesday...we are supposed to have a full week to complete it...but oh well.
Its almost three in the am...need to head to bed...Good night all.
I went thrift store shopping after work. I didn't find anything, but I found Jen two brand new dress shirts for work...a couple of brand new shirts for grandma, a couple of baby outfits for my soon to be here niece, a cut off type shirt for lil man that's red and says GAP in camo letters, lol...nothing for me.
Then off to the shoe store, I was thinking of splurging and finally getting those Sperry Topsiders I've been wanting but opted against it...they aren't great enough to justify that expense. I bought my sister a pair of adidas sandals because they are the only shoes her fat baby oven feet would fit into...she couldnt afford them right now so I treated her for now. I did find a pair of Nike sneaks for 22 bucks so that was exciting and its time to have new ones for work...the ones i"ve been wearing are too flat and kill my heel daily...
Then Mandi and I met up with Mom, Dad, Aunt Melissa and Uncle John for a birthday dinner for Dad...MEXICAN...yay...The highlight of my evening is when my mom had a brain fart and asked the server to sing happy birthday to Dad in Mexican...OMG...REALLY MOM...talk about unintentional racial slurs, lol. I learned a long time ago from working in warehouse to not assume anyone is mexican...I worked with Hispanics from all over--Guatemala, Mexico, etc etc but you don't call someone from Guatemala a mexican...they get pissed...but I digressed....I corrected mom and she was all like oh yeah...
Then off to walmart....Jeffrey's girlfriends daughter (Satan herself) has a birthday party tomorrow and if by some off chance I decided to be nice and take lil man to attend it, I needed to have a present for the ungrateful little brat...I spent all of five bucks on her...if she had manners and actually appreciated shit then I'd spend more...but for now it's pointless.
Finally home, laundry in...shower...checked on Grandma...she got to bed by herself tonight for the first time in a long time...and then midterms....only to get an error message
I got a ticket number from technical support...it turns out the professor (who's a cunt bag anyway) didnt mark the right box on forgot to do something on her end so the midterm I just did isn't set up to even be graded. So I emailed her and told her what was up, gave her the ticket number and told her to call tech support if she had questions...I'm not feeling good about this right now considering that it took me emailing her to let her know she hadnt even posted the midterm for us to do this week...WTF...she finally put it up on Wednesday...we are supposed to have a full week to complete it...but oh well.
Its almost three in the am...need to head to bed...Good night all.
Friday, August 7, 2009
R-O-L-A-I-D-S
R-O-L-A-I-D-S spells RELIEF :) It's been a busy day...I had orientation for seven rehires today, recertified some folks on equipment, helped my boss out a bit, reviewed the expectations of the new point systems we have in place and sent several folks off for drug tests.
I also manage to get the minutes for my group meetings this week complete and emailed and all of my homework up until this point (though not all today...hello I have been working :) But the relief part comes into play with the fact that I just realized that I only have my two midterms left to do and I'm done for the week. I'll get both of those knocked out tonight....
Get lil man tomorrow and wash Gmas windows while he plays with Pepper outside (he can't help me but so much because I'm going to be up on a ladder and stuff...) and then it will be a trip to Baby hell, I mean Babies-R-Us for my sister's shower gift next sunday.
Dad leaves officially this sunday for a year. Today is his birthday he turns 55 today...wow. I think the thing he'll miss most while he's gone is going to be his Harley, lol. Poor guy. Mom's going to do a shit ton of fishing without him.
Oh well...ITS OFFICIALLY THE WEEKEND :) CAN I GET A HELL YEA.
I also manage to get the minutes for my group meetings this week complete and emailed and all of my homework up until this point (though not all today...hello I have been working :) But the relief part comes into play with the fact that I just realized that I only have my two midterms left to do and I'm done for the week. I'll get both of those knocked out tonight....
Get lil man tomorrow and wash Gmas windows while he plays with Pepper outside (he can't help me but so much because I'm going to be up on a ladder and stuff...) and then it will be a trip to Baby hell, I mean Babies-R-Us for my sister's shower gift next sunday.
Dad leaves officially this sunday for a year. Today is his birthday he turns 55 today...wow. I think the thing he'll miss most while he's gone is going to be his Harley, lol. Poor guy. Mom's going to do a shit ton of fishing without him.
Oh well...ITS OFFICIALLY THE WEEKEND :) CAN I GET A HELL YEA.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Slumber at it's finest
I was in a cranky mood when i got home yesterday. After work I had picked up my Aunt Mel and gone to look into us both getting glasses. A store nearby was offering two pairs for 69.99, 99.99 for her bifocals. Turns out my vision is too terribly bad for that deal. You see, I require the thinnest lens possible because if they put my prescription into a regular plastic lens it would give me that bug eyed effect...you know the one...where my eyes would look like they are on the other side of a fish tank....scary.
So I opted to not get glasses right now...part of me is still determined to wear contacts fulltime...(though I'm not sure how I'll wing that even after allergy season because my eyes stay so tired all the time)...Well the interstate to get home was a parking lot so I took a scenic detour. I cut through lots of peanuts, soybeans, cotton, and corn....through historic Downtown Smithfield (Home to Gwaltney and Smithfield Sausage, bacon, pork products in general), down windy roads passing peacocks and road kill....
I had asked Jen to come out and stay the night and had planned on making tacos...yeah...that didn't pan out...I stopped and picked up pizza on the way home instead...I didn't get home until 8. Blah. I walk in to one of the most horrid smells imaginable, grandma was making Watermelon Rind Preserves....ugh...didn't even sound appealing (she normally makes Rind Pickle, but I don't eat that either)....I grab a bite to eat, go up to get things semi ready for bed and go help grandma get ready to go to bed. Jen got lil man ready for bed while all of this was happening.
We hit a new level in our relationship sense I have actually thrown up in front of her...something I make a habit of not doing to most people. It's odd that she didn't lose her cookies when normally just someone sounding like they are going to vomit, in real life or a movie sends her well on her way to puking herself.... I didn't feel good. I've been eating the same as normal, but here lately whether it's nerves or what I'm not sure, I get sick in the evenings. I hate throwing up. Anyway, it happened again last night.
I shower and get ready for bed myself and crash after about fifteen minutes talking with Jen. Lil man started out on a mattress on the floor, with Jen and myself in the bed. I woke up this morning at two am with the feet of a five year old diggin in my back and NO COVERS ON...he had somehow managed to wrap himself up in such a way that I couldn't get them untangled. It was freezing but I was tired...so I fell back asleep. At four oclock I woke back up not able to handle the cold anymore at the same time I rolled over (forgetting about the five year old clinging to my side) on top of him...he sat up with a WTF dazed and confused look, rolled over and went back to sleep. It was enough to get the covers free, though I didn't do it intentionally. The alarm clock light lit the room up enough that I could tell Jen was missing. What the hell, where is she at.
I sat up enough to see the opposite side of the bed and her knocked out cold where Lil man had originally started the evening....I went back to sleep. The alarm went off with absolutely no movement from the other two...I got up and moseyed about my day. Mom was in the kitchen frying bacon...freakishly cheerful for the early morning... (she doesn't stay the night anymore but does come over to help Gma get up and moving in the morning since I have to work)....
Then off to work I went....I wanted to call out so bad this morning. I'm sooooo tired. I have a group meeting tonight so I know that I won't be able to get to bed before 12:30 ugh... plus I still have two midterms to do...in addition to all my other work for the week. It's not looking like Friday is going to be an early day either....so I just wait for Saturday and sleeping in...and go from there.
I'm drinking a lo-carb monster this morning (nursing it really)...so far it's not helping. It would be better with some vodka in it. A 50/50 pour....good stuff.
So I opted to not get glasses right now...part of me is still determined to wear contacts fulltime...(though I'm not sure how I'll wing that even after allergy season because my eyes stay so tired all the time)...Well the interstate to get home was a parking lot so I took a scenic detour. I cut through lots of peanuts, soybeans, cotton, and corn....through historic Downtown Smithfield (Home to Gwaltney and Smithfield Sausage, bacon, pork products in general), down windy roads passing peacocks and road kill....
I had asked Jen to come out and stay the night and had planned on making tacos...yeah...that didn't pan out...I stopped and picked up pizza on the way home instead...I didn't get home until 8. Blah. I walk in to one of the most horrid smells imaginable, grandma was making Watermelon Rind Preserves....ugh...didn't even sound appealing (she normally makes Rind Pickle, but I don't eat that either)....I grab a bite to eat, go up to get things semi ready for bed and go help grandma get ready to go to bed. Jen got lil man ready for bed while all of this was happening.
We hit a new level in our relationship sense I have actually thrown up in front of her...something I make a habit of not doing to most people. It's odd that she didn't lose her cookies when normally just someone sounding like they are going to vomit, in real life or a movie sends her well on her way to puking herself.... I didn't feel good. I've been eating the same as normal, but here lately whether it's nerves or what I'm not sure, I get sick in the evenings. I hate throwing up. Anyway, it happened again last night.
I shower and get ready for bed myself and crash after about fifteen minutes talking with Jen. Lil man started out on a mattress on the floor, with Jen and myself in the bed. I woke up this morning at two am with the feet of a five year old diggin in my back and NO COVERS ON...he had somehow managed to wrap himself up in such a way that I couldn't get them untangled. It was freezing but I was tired...so I fell back asleep. At four oclock I woke back up not able to handle the cold anymore at the same time I rolled over (forgetting about the five year old clinging to my side) on top of him...he sat up with a WTF dazed and confused look, rolled over and went back to sleep. It was enough to get the covers free, though I didn't do it intentionally. The alarm clock light lit the room up enough that I could tell Jen was missing. What the hell, where is she at.
I sat up enough to see the opposite side of the bed and her knocked out cold where Lil man had originally started the evening....I went back to sleep. The alarm went off with absolutely no movement from the other two...I got up and moseyed about my day. Mom was in the kitchen frying bacon...freakishly cheerful for the early morning... (she doesn't stay the night anymore but does come over to help Gma get up and moving in the morning since I have to work)....
Then off to work I went....I wanted to call out so bad this morning. I'm sooooo tired. I have a group meeting tonight so I know that I won't be able to get to bed before 12:30 ugh... plus I still have two midterms to do...in addition to all my other work for the week. It's not looking like Friday is going to be an early day either....so I just wait for Saturday and sleeping in...and go from there.
I'm drinking a lo-carb monster this morning (nursing it really)...so far it's not helping. It would be better with some vodka in it. A 50/50 pour....good stuff.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Closets Schmosets
I think I have a problem. You see my gaydar is often skewed by people that I think should be gay rather than those that actually have tendencies. Long story short, I have a hard telling who the straight people are because I want EVERYONE to be gay...it's more fun that way. Ha ha.
Seriously though, there is this security guard at work that really needs to come out of the closet. She's in her late forties Early fifties I'd say, Keeps her hair even shorter than mine (doesn't make her gay, I know), retired Navy, two kids, ex husband, lots of dogs, a cat or two, but her mannerisms just scream BUTCH DYKE. I'm confused as to how she hasn't got the memo yet.
When I started working here a year ago she suggested we go out for a beer after work one time (but I didn't only because she talks about her employees some kind of bad and I didn't want her to find something out about me and tell everyone she talked to...she's one of those people) but I still talk to her in passing. One time I mentioned how I had a dykey haircut because the chick butchered my hair and she was like yeah I'm not a fan of labels... in reference to me using the term dyke...) Was that a tell?
I just saw her in the warehouse, she's the Security supervisor but works mainly out at the back truck gate of the facility so I don't see her often....but it takes everything in me to not yell...COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY....come on...you know you want to...just admit it to yourself and then the world...you can do it....IT'S FUN BEING GAY....
But, not my place.
Seriously though, there is this security guard at work that really needs to come out of the closet. She's in her late forties Early fifties I'd say, Keeps her hair even shorter than mine (doesn't make her gay, I know), retired Navy, two kids, ex husband, lots of dogs, a cat or two, but her mannerisms just scream BUTCH DYKE. I'm confused as to how she hasn't got the memo yet.
When I started working here a year ago she suggested we go out for a beer after work one time (but I didn't only because she talks about her employees some kind of bad and I didn't want her to find something out about me and tell everyone she talked to...she's one of those people) but I still talk to her in passing. One time I mentioned how I had a dykey haircut because the chick butchered my hair and she was like yeah I'm not a fan of labels... in reference to me using the term dyke...) Was that a tell?
I just saw her in the warehouse, she's the Security supervisor but works mainly out at the back truck gate of the facility so I don't see her often....but it takes everything in me to not yell...COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY....come on...you know you want to...just admit it to yourself and then the world...you can do it....IT'S FUN BEING GAY....
But, not my place.
Good news...sort of
So Gma went to the doctor yesterday is she is allowed to put weight on her leg as she feels she's ready. She is also able to drive again (scary) as soon as she feels ready, but will have to practice in a parking lot or something prior to hitting the road. Honestly, I don't know of anyone that is going to volunteer for this because she was scary behind the wheel even before her fall this past April...I just don't see myself being an eager beaver in this scenario.
This news translates into no one having to stay the night with her anymore. She still needs help changing her clothes, but she's got to the point where she is walking with her walker in the evenings to bed and setting things up so all she has to do is walk to the bathroom first thing, handle her business and then she gets in the shower (where she has a shower chair) and can manage until someone helps her with her clothes.
Mom had planned on coming over last night to help her to bed, but she is busy as hell packing and trying to get all my dad's shit together so he can "play army" and leave for Kosovo at the end of the week. I told Gma that I'd be able to help her, but that I had wanted to be in bed by the nine to nine thirty mark because it was the one day I had this week where I'd actually be able to do that. So nine twenty five rolls around and she's in bed...I'm flipping the light off when her cell phone rings. FUCK. I continue with what I was doing and let the dog back in so that I can be in bed by my planned time for a change.
My cellphone rings shortly after and Gma tells me that George (my jackass deacon uncle who has his own concept of time) has decided that because he's going to his daughter's house (this bitchy spoiled chick) in South Carolina in the morning and will be there for a week he needed to cut the grass tonight. Gma actually agreed which pissed me off. She tells me that if it gets too loud and distracting to just put the covers over my head....REALLY LADY, REALLY?
It's nine forty five by this point, I send Jen the last text of the night, urging her to get some sleep for a change too when I hear it. THE LAWNMOWER--one of those industrial grade landscaping deals (because he couldnt just buy a simple John Deere)...he wanted one that sounds like it has a jet engine apparently. I dose off for a few minutes while he cut the opposite side of the house.
10:08 pm I hear the house phone ring, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS...(I'm sorry, I'm old school and don't believe in calling anyone after nine o'clock at night...you never know what they're doing)...I never answer Gma's phone because no one I know even has the number, I know it's not for me....(unless it's XM radio trying to get me to come back...they found the number via my address I suppose, because I don't even have Gma's number listed on my car loan application where they got my original information...I'm strictly a cell phone person and hell of my 450 anytime minutes, I might use 13 in a given month...) But I digress....
I close my eyes after tossing and turning a few times to fall asleep again, only to be woke up by the loud jet propelled lawn mower under my window...I get up, stomp over the light switch, flip it on....along with every other light I possibly can on my way to the bathroom....Pee since I was up anyway, stomp back to bed after turning lights off and try it one more time, cussing my uncle the most creative ways I possibly can. He's such a fuckhead with no concept of mowing etiquette. I wanted him to know I was up thats why I flipped on all the lights and did everything short of opening the blinds, tossing out the screen as I opened the window to hang out of it flipping him off and yelling obscenities into the night.
I mean just because they put lights on the front end of lawnmowers doesn't mean you HAVE to use them. Why is this such a hard concept to grasp? It's like just because my car comes with a lighter...I'm not required to use it. It's decoration. Ten Forty eight... and still awake....
Why do I even fucking try. The alarm goes off at five forty five, I get out of bed at six fifteen, grumpy, eyes swollen, and the thought of calling in in my mind....I officially do not like my uncle. (this time for a legitimate reason...--before the reason just included that he talked to fucking much, was annoying, has it in his head I'm going to hell for being gay, avoids touching his own brother...not my dad but my other uncle who is gay as if he's scared my uncle is contagious...) Most days I see him talking and I'm not listening...I'm looking through him and wishing I hadn't gotten rid of that 18" double ended dildo that was like a coke can in girth, lol....(it was scary) but made an excellent prop for when drinking at parties. I'd pull it out and if someone was annoying me I'd smack them in the face with it....I should invest in another one....hell seeing his face as he got smacked by a translucent hot pink monster cock would definitely be worth the investment. And if I'm going to hell anyway....why not.... haha.
On the upside...the grass is cut so I don't have to worry about not seeing a snake coming after me in the tall grass....I'M STILL PISSED HOWEVER.
This news translates into no one having to stay the night with her anymore. She still needs help changing her clothes, but she's got to the point where she is walking with her walker in the evenings to bed and setting things up so all she has to do is walk to the bathroom first thing, handle her business and then she gets in the shower (where she has a shower chair) and can manage until someone helps her with her clothes.
Mom had planned on coming over last night to help her to bed, but she is busy as hell packing and trying to get all my dad's shit together so he can "play army" and leave for Kosovo at the end of the week. I told Gma that I'd be able to help her, but that I had wanted to be in bed by the nine to nine thirty mark because it was the one day I had this week where I'd actually be able to do that. So nine twenty five rolls around and she's in bed...I'm flipping the light off when her cell phone rings. FUCK. I continue with what I was doing and let the dog back in so that I can be in bed by my planned time for a change.
My cellphone rings shortly after and Gma tells me that George (my jackass deacon uncle who has his own concept of time) has decided that because he's going to his daughter's house (this bitchy spoiled chick) in South Carolina in the morning and will be there for a week he needed to cut the grass tonight. Gma actually agreed which pissed me off. She tells me that if it gets too loud and distracting to just put the covers over my head....REALLY LADY, REALLY?
It's nine forty five by this point, I send Jen the last text of the night, urging her to get some sleep for a change too when I hear it. THE LAWNMOWER--one of those industrial grade landscaping deals (because he couldnt just buy a simple John Deere)...he wanted one that sounds like it has a jet engine apparently. I dose off for a few minutes while he cut the opposite side of the house.
10:08 pm I hear the house phone ring, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS...(I'm sorry, I'm old school and don't believe in calling anyone after nine o'clock at night...you never know what they're doing)...I never answer Gma's phone because no one I know even has the number, I know it's not for me....(unless it's XM radio trying to get me to come back...they found the number via my address I suppose, because I don't even have Gma's number listed on my car loan application where they got my original information...I'm strictly a cell phone person and hell of my 450 anytime minutes, I might use 13 in a given month...) But I digress....
I close my eyes after tossing and turning a few times to fall asleep again, only to be woke up by the loud jet propelled lawn mower under my window...I get up, stomp over the light switch, flip it on....along with every other light I possibly can on my way to the bathroom....Pee since I was up anyway, stomp back to bed after turning lights off and try it one more time, cussing my uncle the most creative ways I possibly can. He's such a fuckhead with no concept of mowing etiquette. I wanted him to know I was up thats why I flipped on all the lights and did everything short of opening the blinds, tossing out the screen as I opened the window to hang out of it flipping him off and yelling obscenities into the night.
I mean just because they put lights on the front end of lawnmowers doesn't mean you HAVE to use them. Why is this such a hard concept to grasp? It's like just because my car comes with a lighter...I'm not required to use it. It's decoration. Ten Forty eight... and still awake....
Why do I even fucking try. The alarm goes off at five forty five, I get out of bed at six fifteen, grumpy, eyes swollen, and the thought of calling in in my mind....I officially do not like my uncle. (this time for a legitimate reason...--before the reason just included that he talked to fucking much, was annoying, has it in his head I'm going to hell for being gay, avoids touching his own brother...not my dad but my other uncle who is gay as if he's scared my uncle is contagious...) Most days I see him talking and I'm not listening...I'm looking through him and wishing I hadn't gotten rid of that 18" double ended dildo that was like a coke can in girth, lol....(it was scary) but made an excellent prop for when drinking at parties. I'd pull it out and if someone was annoying me I'd smack them in the face with it....I should invest in another one....hell seeing his face as he got smacked by a translucent hot pink monster cock would definitely be worth the investment. And if I'm going to hell anyway....why not.... haha.
On the upside...the grass is cut so I don't have to worry about not seeing a snake coming after me in the tall grass....I'M STILL PISSED HOWEVER.
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