May 14, 2012

Monday, May 14, 2012
What is the worst game to get stuck playing?

Oh, this one is actually easy - Monopoly! I HATE that game!!! And, naturally, Stud and his father love it. So, guess who has to give in when they feel like playing it. Ah....the sacrifices of a wife and mother....

I don't particularly care for Trivial Pursuit, either, since I never know ANY answers! I suck! CSJ, however, knows EVERYTHING. I don't think I've ever known him to get a question wrong in that dumb game. Actually, when we were dating, we used to have a lot of game nights with our friends (mine and his), and they ALL refused to play Trivial Pursuit because he was too good at it. I've always said he was the most brilliant man I've ever met. (Of course, that in no way means he always makes good choices, but that's a post for another day...) He was nice enough to share with me that he had the same problem with his & HWW's friends. He's nothing if not consistent ;-) Although, I have a feeling her friends would have found Candy Land a bit of a challenge. Ok, ok, I know, that's bitchy. True, but bitchy.

Whatta ya think?

This is pretty much what my thermostat has looked like for about 3 or 4 days now. Do you think it's time to turn on the heat? As long as I'm dressed in layers, with a sweatshirt and slippers on, I'm usually fine. Especially if I'm in my bed, wrapped in my flannel sheets, and under my comfy quilt. That's the BEST place to go and read! But, Stud Muffin has taken to wearing his big, fluffy robe around the house OVER HIS CLOTHES! It's kinda cute. He keeps telling me the house is cold. What's wrong with that kid?

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I just can't stand that smell when you turn the furnace on for the first time for the season. That "something smells like it's burning" smell, that lasts for at least an hour, sometimes longer. I did go down and put a new air filter in the furnace, hoping to alleviate some of that "smell." I think I just may wait til Monday though, since Stud will be at his dad's for the weekend. (Oo, a little side note, for my fellow mean girls- Today is CSJ and HWW's first anniversary! Ain't that just kick-me-in-the-crotch-and-spit-on-my-neck sweet!? I wonder how they're going to be celebrating....maybe he'll tell her he wants a divorce! Wouldn't that be rich? Well, if I remember correctly, the traditional 1st anniversary gift is paper, so the perfect thing would be divorce papers, no? Yeah, yeah, I'm a bitch....you still love me!) Anyway, Stud won't be around to complain about how cold it is, so maybe I'll hold off on hiking up my gas bill until Monday. (Suz, I can't believe that less than a week ago, you told me you're still running your A/C!)

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In the meantime, I think I may just do a little shopping today. I still don't know if I'm working tonight or not, because me uber-considerate (NOT!) brother still hasn't told me what's going on for tonight. I'm really hoping one of our bartenders will work. Even though my wallet is screaming for me to do it, I've really started enjoying these weekends away from the bar. I almost don't know why, though. At least when I work, I get out of the house, and can almost pretend I have a social life again, since I'm out, at a bar, with other people! Now, I've taken to just sitting in, alone, on the weekends, doing nothing. I AM completely caught up on laundry, however, so there's a plus! ;-)
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Here's a little something for Auntie KBL, and all the other doggy lovers out there. Buster keeps sleeping in the adorable little pose, and it cracks me up! The little paw under his head is so stinkin' cute! He just started doing this less than a month ago.

Hey, where'd my ass go?!

Oh, that's right...I laughed it off!!!! When CSJ came to pick up Stud Muffin, he was telling him that it was going to be just the two of them tonight because "they're all going to a party." Apparently, HWW's family is having some kind of party. Stud said something I didn't quite hear, but it was apparent that he knew what CSJ was talking about. Then CSJ says, "Yeah, I'm not going there --to that Hillbilly Fest!" Thank God my back was to him so he couldn't see my face! It took every ounce of strength NOT to laugh out loud!! I managed to hold off until he walked out of the house ;-)

Happy Valentine's Day, My Bloggy Buddies!

Valentine's Day used to always be such a big deal to "us" when CSJ was around. His birthday was yesterday, so we always made a week of it. I always made him a heart-shaped cake that said, "Happy Birthday to My Valentine." The first year, we had been dating for 2 months, and man, I went ALL out! I borrowed some cake pans from my mom's friend and made a TIERED heart-shaped 4-layer cake. WTF?! It took me a full day. That lasted for years, and even though it eventually just became a standard two-layer heart-shaped cake, the message was always the same. Once my son was old enough to "help," he took over the decorating part, I just baked the cake (still heart-shaped. What can I say, I love those pans.)

This year, I didn't even bother. This is his first birthday since marrying HWW, and I wasn't sure how it would go over with her. I have no idea why I give a shit, since she had absolutely NO problem causing turmoil in OUR marriage, but whatever. I'm too old for this shit, and I don't want to have to deal with any crap, ya know? Besides, if Studly had asked, I would have done it, but he didn't say a thing about it, so screw it. Stud Muffin actually stayed home last night, and hung out with his two best friends. (He and his one friend are still snoring away, and it's after 11:00!) It seems his father didn't really care, either, since he has a new wife to celebrate with him. So, actually, I'm the one who made out, cuz I got to hang out with my three favorite boys all night! I picked the other two up right after school, and we had blast.

Studly is going to a Valentine's Day dance tonight with "the girl." I can't stand that he's gone from being a baby to being a man in about a minute and a half. I'm letting CSJ handle tonight completely on his own. I'll be at work, anyway. Apparently, he took it upon himself to go out and buy a ton of things for Stud Muffin to give to "the girl" for Valentine's Day. Luckily, Stud Muffin isn't into all that mushy crap just yet (and neither is "the girl") so he told his dad to take it all back. All he wanted to give her was a rose. I hope they have fun tonight. It'll be the first dance he'll be going to without his posse, since this dance is for couples. I hope he loosens up and actually dances.

I came across this hilarious page, and thought I'd share it with you. It's called If Valentine's Day Cards Told the Truth. Too funny! Enjoy!

After a week of warm weather (Ok, warm to us!) it snowed last night. Only about an inch, but enough to be kind of annoying. Dorky Dog is at the groomer's right now, and all I keep thinking is that he's going to come out, want to run around in the snow/mud, and I'll have wasted the $50 they charge me to bathe and brush him. Ah, well, I hope they at least give him a Valentine bandanna tied around his neck. If they do, I'll come back later and share a picture.

I think it's time to wake up the boys. Stud Muffin wants to go to the store and get some new pants for the dance tonight, so we'd better get going since I have to leave for the bar in just over 4 hours. Ugh! I'm already tired just thinking about it...

I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon. ~Author Unknown

We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. ~Author Unknown

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? ~Author Unknown

Last dig today, I swear!

This song has always made me think of CSJ and HWW, for obvious reasons. I could have written this song about 13 years ago when I threw CSJ out on his ass. This should have been their first song at their wedding a couple of weeks ago!

Dirty Man by Joss Stone

you're a dirty, dirty man

and you, you got a dirty mind

you're a dirty, dirty man

you and that other woman, you're two of a kind

but you forgot one thing baby

when you were doing me wrong...oh

that im a good housekeeper, im gonna take my broom and sweep

all of the dirt, yes sir, out in the street

you're a dirty,o0oh, you're a dirty man

oo in so many, so many dirty ways

you're a dirty, dirty man

and you've been hiding your little dirt, all over this here place

i know you have

oo here's my chance baby, to throw some mud in your face

cuz im a good housekeeper,

im gonna take my broom and sweep

all of the dirt, yes i am, out in the street

ooh i'm cleanin up my whole house, fast as i can

it's time to make everything, oh, spic and span

you're a dirty man, ooh you're a dirty man

oooh oh you've done me dirty for so many years, yes you did

you're a dirty, dirty man, yes you are

o0o0o oh and i'm tired of you, and your woman, and your a dog too

you're a dirty man

you're a dirty man

now get out of my house,

don't you never never never never come back again

don't you never

you're a dirty, you're a dirty man

i'm long done with your dirty ways

You can watch the video of Joss Stone performing this live in New York. I adore her, which is something I don't think I've shared before. (Shoot! I should have saved that tidbit for the next time I'm tagged! haha!)

In your face, HWW!

I keep forgetting to share this little story with all my Blogistan buddies. A couple of weeks ago, and shortly after CSJ and HWW were married, my mother-in-law was over because she had picked up my son from school. We had gone down in the basement so she could see the latest progress on the remodel. After my son went upstairs, she leaned over and whispered, "I wanted to wait until L was gone to tell you that I hope you know nothing has changed for us. Dad and I have been talking about it, and we want you to know that we love you, and you'll always be important to us. We don't care who he's married to, you're L's mom, and we love you. Nothing has changed, and we don't want you to feel like you're being pushed out." It was really very sweet.

Well, yesterday, I had called my in-law's house to see if my son was there (because my MIL picks him up every Thursday) and my FIL answered the phone. They weren't there (they were on their way to my house) but I had a short, pleasant conversation with my FIL. You know, the usual stuff, how have you been, how's the arthritis, what's new, and so on. After a few minutes, I say, "OK, Dad, well, I'll talk to ya later." and he says, "You know, I want to make sure you know you're still #1. Ma and I don't care who the hell he's married to, you'll always be #1 to us, and we love you. And, we told N (aka CSJ) that. Nothing has changed for us."

Are you getting the feeling they don't care for HWW very much? And, I'm sure CSJ just LOVED hearing that from his parents. Haha! I just hope they don't think I'm going to follow in my MIL's footsteps, though, and wait around for CSJ to come to his senses and realize everything he threw away. She did that with my FIL. They (finally!) divorced when CSJ was in high school, my FIL ended up marrying some hillbilly piece of white trash (sound familiar?!) who eventually divorced him, too. Then, he had the nerve to ask my MIL if he could come back. Obviously, she said yes, and they've been living together for a little over 14 years now. They're still divorced, but he has all the benefits of a wife. He has someone to cook and clean for him, do his laundry, haul his ass to doctors' appointments, etc. But, you know what, they're happy, so who am I to judge, right? My point was, I'm not going to sit around, ALONE, waiting until I'm in my 60s for CSJ to come back! I really, truly think there's a small part of my MIL that hopes that happens, only because she wants us to be together. Sorry, Ma, I can't do that.

Less than one hour...

...til the Cocksucking Jagoff and the Homewrecking Whore become man and wife. I wish I could stop letting it bother me, but I just can't. My son just called to check in, and he was already dressed in his tux, and waiting to go. I'm the only one who thinks it's just wrong that he isn't his father's best man? I'm appalled. He's having his nephew be his best man, the same nephew who was our best man. Idiot! It's not like my son is an infant. He'll be 15 in a matter of weeks. Whatever. And, seriously?!! We're having a full blown wedding, are we? This is at least her 3rd wedding, his second. What's the fucking point?! The Whore is undoubtedly wearing white, I'm sure. I'd love to know which church agreed to marry them. Why the hell didn't they just take their nasty asses over to city hall and get it over with. Have the party, if that's what you want, why all the ceremony to go with it? Neither one of them can follow a commandment, especially "Thou shall not commit adultery", obviously!! It's a fucking joke. They've been "living in sin" for quite some time now. I just don't see the point. The only reason to get married at this stage of the game would be to have children. He keeps telling me she can't have any more children. So, why the marriage? So she can dump him like all the others, and take half of what he has? Not that he has much, but still. He's such a fucking idiot!! Ugh!! OK, I'm obviously not handling this well, which makes no sense. I don't know why the hell I even give a shit. Maybe it's because now that chapter of my life is unequivocally closed. There is no going back. Even though, that's not really what I want. I want my old life back, but not with him. Does that make sense? He makes my skin crawl these days. But, I want to be someone's wife again, I want to have a partner to go through life with, share things with, spend time with, grow old with. I think I'm feeling it more now that my son is getting older. Up until now, he's been pretty dependant on me, and my whole life could easily revolve around him without me feeling like I was missing something. After all, he's my baby, and that's my job, right? But, now that he's slowly pulling away from me, I'm starting to realize that I need to get a life of my own again. It's kinda scary.

OK, enough of the self-analysis. It's time to find some tequila and call it a night. Here's a little tidbit I've never shared - I've had a "boy toy" for about 8 years now. The past few years have been a bit on-and-off, but more on than off. We met when I was 33 and he was 22. Today is his 30th birthday (so I guess he's not a boy toy anymore, is he? A man toy?) I was really looking forward to helping him celebrate, but sadly, his father passed away a couple of weeks ago, and he's still not ready to be social. I feel really bad for him. I (selfishly) wish he was feeling better so he could help me get my mind off the CSJ. I guess I'll just have to make due with my sister and my brother's girlfriend, and lots and lots of tequila. I think we just might hit our favorite salsa club in the city (Nacional 27) and do some serious dancing. Hmmm, I guess that means I should probably go take a nap, huh?

Oo, one final thing. I'm supposed to be going to a workshop on Monday. My longtime readers know exactly what that means....a day off!!! My mommy is finally coming home Monday, so I'll have all day to cook and bake, and get the house ready for her homecoming. My darling son also has his second orthodontist appointment on Monday, so I'm a little afraid for him. It'll be his first adjustment, and I think he'll be in pain all week. Maybe I can make a few things that he'll be able to eat, like mashed potatoes, pudding, pasta, etc. I'm getting excited already just thinking about not having to be at work! I will miss my babies, though.

OK, naptime!! Have a great weekend! I plan to! (Maybe I'll post some Homecoming pics next week...)

Why the hell does it bother me....

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AAARRRGGGHHH!!!

I'm am SOOOO angry right now, I think my head is going to explode!!! Naturally, the situation involves the Cocksucking Jagoff, and I swear to God, I wish I could make him disappear!! I wish he would just fall off the face of the Earth! I'm so pissed off right now, I can't even go into detail, but it involves the fact that he keeps crying poor mouth and bitching about having to pay his share of my son's tuition, when I just found out that he bought the Home Wrecking Whore a $10,000 engagement ring!! What the fuck?!?!? How DARE he put his whore ahead of his son's education!! How dare he! Ugh! I want to fuckin' bash his head in right now!!!! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!!! And, yes, I do know I sound like a two year old, but I don't care right now!! I feel a slew of swear words bubbling to the surface, so it's time to go....

There's 7 hours of my life I'll NEVER get back...

...oh.my.God. Jury duty SUCKED ASS today! I have NEVER in all my years been so bored! I would love to say more about it, but my brain is still the consistency of jello from the day I've had!

I do want to thank my friends for their outpouring of love and encouraging words, especially smiley and KBL, who left me comments here. I love you guys!

I feel like I should elaborate just a teensy bit about some of this baggage, because after rereading yesterday's post, I sound slightly more bitter and crazy than I would like.

Without completely boring you with every little bit of minutia, let me just say, that during the 12 years we were separated before we officially were divorced, I allowed my ex to play stupid, immature little mind games with me. For example, when he and the HWW would break up (which they did several times over the years, either because she caught him cheating [what a fucking surprise!] or because she was cheating [again, what a fucking surprise!!]), he would immediately come to me about it, cry on my shoulder for a while, tell me what a jerk he was for screwing things up with us, how sorry he was, blah, blah, blah, all while seemingly opening the door for the opportunity of getting back together. Then, time would pass, one of them would forgive the other, and once again, I was left heartbroken and feeling like a fool. Every year, for the entire time he was out of my house, I still got flowers on our anniversary. I'd bet my ass that the HWW didn't know anything about that, though! This past January would have been our 17th anniversary, and this was the first year I didn't get flowers. Technically, on paper at least, we were married 16 years. Our divorce was final last February. On the very morning of our court date (which I didn't even attend because I just couldn't do it) he came to my house to bring my son home. He was obviously dressed for court (suit and tie) and looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. With tears in his eyes, he says, "I'm so sorry for everything. You know I'll always love you. You've always been, and always will be, "the one." WTF?!?!? And, gee, why exactly am I having trouble moving on again? Did I just make myself sound even more pathetic now? Whatever, it is what it is.

Hmm, two days of purging SHIT from my head has done me a world of good. Probably hasn't helped anyone else, though, huh? I'll try to stick to school stuff tomorrow, I swear!

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. ~Author Unknown

All before 9:30 am....

...little T.B. dropped a "titties," "suck this!" and a few other choice expletives at his table. Charming!! Sometimes, I just want to choke that kid!! Then, I have to remind myself that what he needs way more than my hands around his throat are my hands just around him. He comes from one of the more screwed-up families I've encountered there at the Hell-Hole. Without getting into all the details right now, let me just share that he was STILL sitting in the office at 3:30 when I left, a full 45 minutes after school let out. WTF!?!? How do you just not worry about picking up your kindergartner!!? What kind of message does that send him. "Gee, you're just really not important enough for us to bother making sure someone picks you up at the end of the school day." So sad... For the 2,345th time, that's why I keep coming back to the Hell-Hole everyday - the babies need me.

Feliz Cinco de Mayo my friends!! I'm actually about to head up to the bar (surprise, surprise) to do a little celebrating. My son is spending the night at his best friend's house. My girlfriend is the best!! I originally just wanted her to drive him to school for me in the morning since I'm not working, and it snowballed into "Let him come here now, he can have dinner with us and spend the night!" That means not only do I get to sleep an hour later tomorrow since I don't have to drive all the way to his school, but I also can go out tonight for a celebration margarita!! Yay! I'll be meeting my parents and my uncle & his girlfriend, who are taking her daughter out for her birthday at a place near the bar, so they'll be joining us after dinner.

So, I came home from school today to find all my planter boxes, baskets, pots, etc., filled with flowers. Beautiful flowers! My (ex) mother-in-law strikes again! For the past few years, she's been doing that for me for my birthday. How sweet is she? She's a little early this year, but it was such a gloriously beautiful day here in Chitown, that I can understand why she did it today. Geez, I just hope it doesn't snow again this week, or dip below freezing. My friends from here know I'm not just talking crazy. It very possibly could happen!!

OK, I promised myself that I wasn't going to rant/vent about this, but I lie to myself a lot. Now that I've mentioned my mother-in-law, it brings to mind the piece of shit she gave birth to (sorry, Ma!) When I'm really feeling bitter/angry/spiteful, I always say that the reason she does SOOO much for me is that she's trying to make up for the fact that her son is such a complete cocksucking jagoff. Gee, maybe I should stop holding back and tell you how I really feel. I don't know why I still let him get to me. I seriously think I need to get some professional help to deal with all this residual anger and rage that I feel toward him. It just can't be healthy. Plus, it makes me sound like a bitter bitch, which I really try not to be. I just can't seem to move past this. But, since I obviously am having trouble doing that, I'll just vent.

Last Friday (the night of the Ice Cream Social) was apparently the Home Wrecking Whore's (HWW) birthday. Her 40th birthday, to be exact. It's bad enough that I was already pissed about the whole "yay, Dad's coming!" thing, and that I was actually going to have to sit with him and be civil. Then, he has the nerve to show up with one of the HWW kids. Now, mind you, I would NEVER hold it against her kids that she's a HWW, so I was perfectly nice/polite/cordial to the boy. And, my son adores her two sons, so I would never put my son in an awkward position by being rude to her kids. So, anyway, he brings the kid to the show, show ends, he makes the awkward introductions (I could almost read the weird look on his face..."Hmmm, I was expected someone with a tail and breathing fire...") and they leave. I find out a little while later from his dad that my son was eating cake because it was "someone's birthday." For God's sake, how much longer are you going to try and pretend she's a fucking secret!!!??? You can't just say, "It's C's birthday." No, she's got to be "someone." You fucking moron!! We're divorced now, you don't have to hide your mistress anymore!

Flash ahead to Sunday when my son came home. His father had mentioned to me that he was going to have to bring him home Sunday because he was going out of town again this week. Naturally, I assumed it was again for work. I had asked him why HWW couldn't just bring him home later, thinking, ok, I'll be the mature one and act like I'm ok with her doing a "parent" thing for my son. He says, "She's going with me." Hmmm, ok, whatever. Last night, my darling son filled me in on what's actually going on this week. His dad and the HWW took an Alaskan cruise to celebrate her birthday. How lovely. I realize that seems relatively harmless, and you're probably thinking, what's the big damn deal? Well, the big damn deal is the shit I can't let go and move on from. Thursday will be my 40th birthday. Do you know how I always thought I would spend my 40th birthday? With my husband and our 3 sons, in our home, together. Now, obviously, you know I only have one son, but that's because we separated when he was a year and a half old. But, my whole life I imagined myself with 3 sons. That's the family I've always dreamed of, always wanted. And, in my sick, twisted, angry, bitter way, I blame him for taking that from me. It's HIS fault I don't have that. On the other hand, he does have 3 sons now. He has mine and the HWW's two (from two different men, of course, neither of which she was married to. I just had to throw that in there to emphasize the WHORE part!) So, now SHE'S living my life, with "my kids" and "my husband." And, the icing on the cake is, in all the years we were together, we NEVER took a vacation. Never. The only trip we ever took together was our honeymoon, and that's only because my parents surprised us with it the night before our wedding. We hadn't planned to even take a honeymoon. But, for ALL the years that we were together, all I ever talked about was how one day, I wanted us to take my dream vacation - an Alaskan cruise. I swear to you, that's the truth. I've been dreaming of it since I was 18 years old. And, now the bitch has that, too. Do you see, I wasn't kidding when I said I need some professional help. Why can't I just get past this? The anger and rage are just as fresh right now as they were when I found out about her. I've seriously got problems.

There are times that I'm actually thankful that my son is sort of living the life that I planned for him. Two brothers, a mom and a dad in the home, etc., but I was supposed to be the mom, obviously! It's not like I even want my ex back, cuz I truly don't. He makes my skin crawl these days, and I could never see us together again. I don't know why it is that I can't just let it go. I think a lot of the anger comes from the fact that he ultimately chose her over me. In the past 13 or so years, there were times when I thought about getting back together, and there were plenty of times he made me believe that was a possibility. But, in the end, she "won" and I think that's what pisses me off, because I know I'm a far better catch! Although, at the time, I didn't really believe that, so it did some serious damage to my self-esteem. Obviously, there MUST be something wrong with me if my husband chose to be with someone else instead of me. Someone who has all the qualities most people steer clear of, which means I must really be unlovable, right? (I've been told by MANY people, mostly other cops that worked with them both, that she's "slept her way through the department," "she's white trash," and so on. She knew full-well my husband was married, and didn't care. She, at one point, gave him an ultimatum - get a divorce, or I'll marry J, the OTHER cop she was sleeping with at the time. We didn't get a divorce, she got married, and they continued their affair. Nice, huh? I realize how childish it is for me to spill so much dirt about her, but I didn't give her name, and beside, who cares. She's a whore, and if she's ashamed of how she's lived her life, that's not my problem. Besides, it makes me feel better to be such a vindictive bitch, ok?) Good grief, I have issues! Maybe some of you have some words of wisdom that can help me see the light.

Jeezaloo, I've been venting for quite a while. I was actually going to just delete the above rant, but now that I've spent so much time on it, it seems a shame to just get rid of it. Well, now you all have a little glimpse into my mental illness. My real friends will still love me in spite of it, I know. Maybe they'll love me a little more because of it...

I'm off to indulge in a margarita or two! Buenas noches!

God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces. ~Author Unknown

I can't believe...

...my painfully shy son, who normally has a hard time even speaking to people, has a HUGE SOLO tonight in the 8th grade show at the Ice Cream Social. I can't even believe it!! I'm so nervous and excited for him. I'm going to try and record it with my camera, and possibly post it here tomorrow, depending on how it goes. I'm really excited about this!! At home, he's always got music playing, just like his mama, and I listen to him singing from the other room all the time. I just can't believe he's willing to do it on stage, in front of the entire school, and their families. His father is actually going to come tonight, too (oh, joy!) so that he can videotape it for me.

I wasn't going to bitch about this, but since we all know that blogging serves as therapy half the time, let me just get this off my chest. This morning, during his usual morning phone call, my son's father told him about his plans to come tonight. You would have thought my son was told he was getting a million dollars. He yells out "Yay!" then after hanging up, excitedly tells me, "Dad's coming to the show tonight!" Well, laddy-freakin-da!! Why aren't you excited that I'M coming to the show? Your father hasn't come to a damn thing for the past 8 years that you've been in grammer school. Not a Christmas show, not an awards assembly, not a social event, not a single fuckin' thing!! I, on the other hand, haven't MISSED a single thing, I've taken days off work to come to things, and I've single-handedly planned and executed most of the social events at that damn school just so YOU would have a good time!! I know it sounds stupid, but it hurt my feelings that he had such a reaction to his father coming to something. Now, of course, the rational side of me realizes that this probably isn't that unusual of a reaction from a child, especially when it involves the non-custodial parent. Naturally, he's so excited BECAUSE his father never comes to anything. I get that. It still pisses me off, though, I'm sorry. I just hope that when he's an adult, he appreciates all I've done for him over the years. Jeez, I sound like Wendy Whiner, huh? OK, moving on....

I'll be heading straight over to my "other job" from the show, so I probably should go try and take a 20 minute nap before heading over to the school. Either that, or I should go finish washing the load of bar towels I brought home last night. Yeah, I guess the towels win. Oh well, good thing there's a Dunkin Donuts two doors down from Intimo!! Have a great weekend!

Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness. ---Richard Carlson