Mood of the Day: Pissy
Why would I be pissy, you might ask..
WORK
I returned to work this week. Most people have been very nice, keeping their distance, not saying things that make me cry. But there have been a couple extremely insensitive bozo comments made that DID in fact bother me considerably for days. I'd rather not relive them, but needless to say, they weren't pleasant, they weren't intentional, and they didn't make my evening very comfortable.
SCARY NEIGHBORS
Then I return from a workday of avoiding said people, only to be greeted by the inner city hillbillies across the street. They reported that a crack ho stole one of my Wandering Jews from the porch. I have a brown thumb, so when I have a plant that grows EXCEPTIONALLY well, I am very proud of it. We have two Wandering Jews (correction, HAD) that are/were flourishing. Then some cracked up bitch comes along and steals one to make a smooth $4 for a hit. Hooray.
The hillbilly 8 year-old lags behind to ask me why my cat, Mojo is LOOKING at him. She was standing at the window watching us, as kitties are prone to do. I explained that cats are curious and like to watch out windows, especially when their mommy is outside.
He said "I hate cats." Then went on to tell me that when his Daddy gets out of jail, he is buying him a bb gun, and that once he shot a cat in the eye with a bb gun.
Thinking he would be remorseful, I said "Oh no!! How sad!"
"I am not sad. I like to do mean things sometimes. Because the king likes when people do mean things."
The king? Elvis likes mean people? What? This scary little person explained, "the Devil is the King, and he likes it when I am mean."
Oh.... my.... god.
This was coming from an 8 year-old CHILD. What? HUH??? Where on earth does an 8 year-old pick up this kind of dogma? Being that I am affected by everything, I had nightmares all night involving this kid. And he is not allowed anywhere near my cats EVER.
VACATIONS GONE AWRY
The next item on my Pissy Agenda is travel plans that just aren't working out. My mother was supposed to go to Dallas to visit my brother for my nephew's first birthday. We were going to get her ticket, using one of our freebies. Well overbooking means she doesn't get to go.
We were supposed to spend 4th of July in Chicago with Mom, once again using our freebies. Overbooking and blackout dates mean we can get there but can't get back. I suggested we fly there and then drive back but that involves a cost and the fact that we'd be driving for 10 hours. So we may not go at all, and I am seriously bummed out about it.
SUMMARY
I feel like going home, crawling into bed, and sleeping until my followup appointment on Monday, when I get the FUN news of whether or not the person I was carrying died because my body is a death trap, or if he or she was doomed from faulty chromosomes. I am so excited I can't wait.
But at least the cramping has abated for now. There's a shiny silver lining, huh?
I need more liquor.
WORK
I returned to work this week. Most people have been very nice, keeping their distance, not saying things that make me cry. But there have been a couple extremely insensitive bozo comments made that DID in fact bother me considerably for days. I'd rather not relive them, but needless to say, they weren't pleasant, they weren't intentional, and they didn't make my evening very comfortable.
SCARY NEIGHBORS
Then I return from a workday of avoiding said people, only to be greeted by the inner city hillbillies across the street. They reported that a crack ho stole one of my Wandering Jews from the porch. I have a brown thumb, so when I have a plant that grows EXCEPTIONALLY well, I am very proud of it. We have two Wandering Jews (correction, HAD) that are/were flourishing. Then some cracked up bitch comes along and steals one to make a smooth $4 for a hit. Hooray.
The hillbilly 8 year-old lags behind to ask me why my cat, Mojo is LOOKING at him. She was standing at the window watching us, as kitties are prone to do. I explained that cats are curious and like to watch out windows, especially when their mommy is outside.
He said "I hate cats." Then went on to tell me that when his Daddy gets out of jail, he is buying him a bb gun, and that once he shot a cat in the eye with a bb gun.
Thinking he would be remorseful, I said "Oh no!! How sad!"
"I am not sad. I like to do mean things sometimes. Because the king likes when people do mean things."
The king? Elvis likes mean people? What? This scary little person explained, "the Devil is the King, and he likes it when I am mean."
Oh.... my.... god.
This was coming from an 8 year-old CHILD. What? HUH??? Where on earth does an 8 year-old pick up this kind of dogma? Being that I am affected by everything, I had nightmares all night involving this kid. And he is not allowed anywhere near my cats EVER.
VACATIONS GONE AWRY
The next item on my Pissy Agenda is travel plans that just aren't working out. My mother was supposed to go to Dallas to visit my brother for my nephew's first birthday. We were going to get her ticket, using one of our freebies. Well overbooking means she doesn't get to go.
We were supposed to spend 4th of July in Chicago with Mom, once again using our freebies. Overbooking and blackout dates mean we can get there but can't get back. I suggested we fly there and then drive back but that involves a cost and the fact that we'd be driving for 10 hours. So we may not go at all, and I am seriously bummed out about it.
SUMMARY
I feel like going home, crawling into bed, and sleeping until my followup appointment on Monday, when I get the FUN news of whether or not the person I was carrying died because my body is a death trap, or if he or she was doomed from faulty chromosomes. I am so excited I can't wait.
But at least the cramping has abated for now. There's a shiny silver lining, huh?
I need more liquor.
12 Comments:
Please leave a spot for me. It's another bad day at work...
Brad, you have a nice cushy spot right next to me at home. I will shake the martinis if you will turn down the bed.
Those children need to be taken away from their parents. It isthey are going to grow up from child hellions to adult hellions.
Booo hisss on vacations gone awry ... they are the only thing to keep you going!
Evelin
Liquor.
Liquor is good.
Liquor is very good.
The kids don't live with their parents though. The mother has nothing to do with them, the father of course is in jail, all they have left is their grand parents.
For the love of baby jesus!!! You have got to be shitting me. I know he is just a kid but god damn..it would have been serious lecture time if I would have been there...where I am sure afterwards I would have been called all sorts of names. By the time I was done, that kid would have been scared to even look at a cat much less do anything to one.
They are with their grandparents? It seems like that it just not doing the trick either. I kinda feel sorry for them but damn!!
Mel..I am sorry that those douchebags @ work made things even more difficult for you. That blows! HUGS girlie!
Maybe they let him read Steven King? (Ya know, The Crimson King) That is some seriously fucked up shit. When I was 7 the little boy that lived around the corner ran my cat over with his bike untill he broke his back (cat was far too lazy to move). The boy told me that he did it because his mom hates cats so I said "Well, now my mom hates you, so should I kill you!?" Which is a pretty good comeback for a 7 year old.
Tell that cat that Mojo IS the king and will put a hex on him if he ever comes in your yard or does anything to any cat ever again. I wish you could get him some red kitty kontacts. (Make sure Nixon never gets out of the house! The others can hold their own.) How very very frightening. I have some hellions that live behind us too..same story, mama's in jail, daddy gone, live with mamaw, seek and destroy at every opportunity.
I"m soryy your vacation plans have gone awry. Maybe you need to come to Memphis. I will feed yall and fill you to the gills with likker. We will see graceland and you can buy some chopper style side burns. We'll hear some good music too.
Fuck those fuckers at work. They are ignorant.
I love y'all!!! I wish I could come over and feed you martini's and dinner.
I am a big believer in using alcohol to self medicate in times of trauma. This trauma definitely qualifies.
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Why was THAT family blessed w/ a child? I child that they neglect/abuse/corrupt, etc, while there are so many of us who would give anything to have children and to raise them up to be decent human beings! Ollie & Brad, I'm so sorry for all the $%^&* you are suffering at the moment. Have a giant margarita on me. Love you!! Laura
Hey babe, I dropped by to see how you were doing. To say you had a pretty crappy day would be understating it, huh? I think you should go to bed and not get up until Monday. Sending love and happy thoughts your way, sweety! {{BIG BEAR HUGS}}
EEEE!! That gave me the creeps! What a little weirdo. Hoping you have a better weekend, babe. You aren't alone in this.
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