Friday Morning:
I slept like a baby last night. Yeah, baby. So this is what it�s like. I�m awake today. It�s 2:08 p.m. and I�m not drowsy, lunch hasn�t started to haunt me. Nice. This is what it�s like to be a member of civilization!
My horoscope this week said a person who I�d once had a romantic love for will wander back into my life and the question will be: shall I or shall I not?
Let me answer that now, the only romantic love I�m having for anyone is infatuation for good old George Washington. George Washington would be very welcome. He�s the only Bill I want to be bothered with.
Other men are not faring so well and don�t really stand a chance. I got hurt by Mr. National Defense, who I thought would make a great boyfriend, and Rene� is still up Dracula�s butt like nobody�s business. I bet she never needs an enema.
Rene� stopped by my cube today, smiling. I just glared at him, silently fuming. �What�s wrong?� he asks innocently. Well, it might just be that you were SUPPOSED to sick yesterday (you had me feeling sorry for you) and yet I find out you were at Dracula�s again! If I didn�t know better, I�d think she had you wrapped around her finger.
By the way, I saw Dracula and Lamey at K-Mart a few weeks ago. It�s torture enough going in there because the AC is out lately. But the lines are also five miles long and I�m doing this to save a buck on some Charmin? Jeez. If it isn�t torturing enough being in there, I see Drac and Lamey skulking up the aisle. Dracula is eyeing me like I�m prime rib, and Lamey is smiling enough to show me her fangs.
We air kiss and part ways. Sigh. I just don�t have it in me to tell Lamey that she ain�t all that; in fact she�s built like a Philippino Humpty Dumpty. And in another 10 years, she�ll look like Cher will in her 70�s because Lamey doesn�t believe in sunscreen. Lamey can toss that long black hair all over the globe and it�s not gonna hide the fact that she�s got legs like an ostrich, an ass like a donkey and eyes that make her look like she�s high all the time. Her teeth? You can open a bottle of Corona with them and they come in handy when your can opener breaks.
Dracula, well, all I can say is that she can be nice. But you know, so can a snake. Until they bite you. And you�re dead. And life sucks for you.
Uh, no.
Anyway, I�ve told y�all many times about how Mr. Sweatpants allows himself to be degraded and mistreated by those two man-eaters. I could talk about it for days but why? It�s fruitless for me to do it. It just pisses me off to see ANYONE used.
Monday Morning:
Well, my horoscope lied. No long lost love has appeared. I�m depressed now. Hmmm. I need a love life. But most men bore me. What�s a girl to do?
My sister had her baby at 2:44 in the morning Saturday. Aaah. I�m so excited!! But hell, couldn�t he have been born when she was visiting me? Now I gotta wait a whole month or so before I can hold him.
Logan Sheetz is the first boy in our family in 21 years.
Yay, sis!
In other news, I had lunch with the ladies from Victims Services on Saturday at Pietro�s. The food was delish. Too bad I had major PMS and wasn�t as thrilled as I should�ve been. Plus, after two hours of conversation that didn�t concern her, Jackie got bored. I got upset with her but you know I couldn�t blame her for being antsy.
Mary was really sweet, she thoughtfully bought Jackie a bag of goodies, containing books, crayons, dress up and other stuff for her to do while she was at the table. Jackie was pretty interested in breaking off little pieces of bread (gasp) and handing everyone a piece. I told her to stop it but the ladies thought it was sweet and poo-pooed me for saying something to her. I was thinking of the hygiene factor, but I forgot how much these ladies love kids.
I was in an emotional void that day, and I feel awful about it. I wasn�t too thrilled about anything.
I didn�t talk too much; the ladies just really talked with each other. I was a little disappointed, but everything can�t be about me. Sigh, well, the ladies hadn�t seen each other in a while; they had a lot of catching up to do.
My feelings were a little hurt, but still, just seeing them warmed my heart. I can�t wait till we do have time to catch up.
We did talk about Brave Bear, better known as Joe Justice. It�s going to be my pet project for children that go through the justice system here in Missouri. It will give them something to hold on to. We talked about contacting POMC, which is Parents of Murdered Children, (which is also for other survivors of violence). They are pretty good at fund-raising from what I�ve heard.
Mary took us to Ted Drews afterwards. That�s when my cramps started in. I felt awful. I couldn�t even enjoy what a special day it was because I was in so much pain. Mary seemed to be pretty concerned but I�m sure I came across as a major pain. How embarrassing.
I rode the PMS train the whole weekend, feeling crampy, crabby and bitchy the whole time. My poor kid, well, she gave me some room to move, for sure. She knew I wasn�t in the mood.
I went out and cleaned my Grandma�s house on Sunday. I think I�m starting to get a little aggravated at my cousins because they don�t do this sort of thing for her. Hello! I work a full time job, occasionally a part time job, I�m a single mom, I have sleep apnea, and I�m working on Rodn*ey Linc*oln�s case also. Hello. Come on now. These people have no kids and are married. I�m coming upon a time; I�m feeling it now, to just let em have it. I�m tired of being nice. I do it because I love my Grandma but it�s hard for me to make plans if I can�t even go out of town on a Sunday because I�m not sure if someone will clean her house for her.
My adopted mom wanted me to come up this weekend. I felt bad, but I couldn�t. I didn�t have enough gas because my bank had some sort of outage or communication failure. I couldn�t get money out the ENTIRE weekend. Boy, did that suck. It was canned ravioli and cereal all the way.
The best part of the weekend was when Salsalita and Jack came over.
I was really glad to see Salsalita. She was the best part of the weekend. I was laughing when I told her but I said, �I couldn�t live my life without you, Salsalita.� She makes me laugh, we cry together, hey, we even have Aunt Flo on the same day. I really, really love that girl. I haven�t had a best friend since Sylvia, and I�d forgotten how awesome it is to have a female compadre' in your corner. Salsalita, you the woman!
8:38 a.m. - 2003-07-22
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