24 inches of snow one Saturday in December….
20 inches of snow last weekend…
And now.. ANOTHER 20 or so inches expected today
I think Al Gore needs to shove his global warming up his ass and come shovel my sidewalk and dig out my cars!!
Just what are “vegetarian” eggs and why are they in egg cartons next to the “real” eggs?
I think I’m afraid to know
Ok.. all is right in the world now!!!
I know it seems a little suspicious that I was all torqued over this situation with Bubba and Chief and then didn’t post for a few days but that actually had nothing to do with anything.
After my last post, I left my laptop on the radiator in my bedroom to charge and when I came home later in the afternoon, either Ernie or Moan-AH had gotten tangled up in the wires and knocked it off.
So it didn’t work and I had to bring it down to the local computer hospital for fixin’.. which they did for like 20 bucks.
He’s a good guy, that computer doctor.
I tried a few times to post from my iPod Touch but if you ever had to use an iPod Touch to do anything other then listen to music then you know how freakin’ HARD it is to type on a flat screen with no keyboard. Way too many typos and A LOT of frustration!!!!
iPod Touch’s rock though… so if you happen to get your hands on one, do so.
So I’m back … just in time to have yet ANOTHER twenty inches of snow drop on us :: we had over that drop a few days ago :: so I’m sure being holed up in the snow with no vehicles to drive is going to be priceless!!!
I don’t remember exactly how much I’ve gone into this the last couple weeks but since Bubba’s birthday, China has built another great wall.
Bubba is pissed at me because I didn’t get him an 1800.00 computer for his birthday :: he didn’t deserve it because he didn’t keep his word about doing his work in school, homework, chores, etc.)
So to him, I’m the biggest bitch in the world and the sole reason why he doesn’t come home after school.. why he isn’t home for dinner.. why he doesn’t roll into the house until his curfew at 9:30pm.. why he spends Friday night thru Sunday night at either a friend’s house or his cousin’s house.
Mind you.. this is everything he WANTS to do anyway he just uses not wanting to be around me as the excuse to get away with it.
In the meantime, Chief has said NOTHING to either him nor I about the situation. At all. Except for the one time when it was raining really hard and I mentioned that I was going to pick up Spaz from school. He asked me if I was going to pick up Bubba and I said no. He asked me if I hated him and I told him that I didn’t but I was done with being disrespected by him.. done with the way he talks to me and the attitude that he gives me.
I did suck it up and go to Bubba’s parent / teacher meeting. When I got back and he asked me what happened I said it was nothing but the usual. No classwork.. no school work.. his behavior is pathetic and he smells because he doesn’t take regular showers.
The only thing he said to Bubba :: that I heard :: was YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER EVERY NIGHT.
Ok.. so that’s the basic background.
On Monday I had to go do laundry. There were two large hampers in the bathroom and two smaller hampers in my bedroom. I have told the boys repeatedly that I’m only going to wash what’s in the hampers and if they leave dirty clothes in their bedrooms then oh well.
So guess where Bubba’s clothes were? All over the floor in his bedroom.
So I did laundry without doing his.
There was one set of clothes in the hamper.. the set of clothes he was wearing when Chief told him that he had to take a shower the day I went to the parent / teacher meeting and that was it.
Last night, I was making a beef pot pie for dinner :: delicious, I might add :: and both Bubba and Chief walked in the door between 7:10 and 7:20. I was in the bedroom checking out a venture that I’ll right about later and that I’ll need your help and support with when I heard Bubba go into the kitchen and ask Spaz what was for dinner.
I’m not clear on the next sequence of events but as I was walking into the kitchen, I heard Chief ask Bubba if he had homework.. Bubba says he thinks he has a little Spanish work and Chief says that Bubba has left his schoolbag at the store.
They both leave the kitchen and I heard Bubba tell Chief that he was going to take a shower.
When I finished what I was doing in the kitchen, I went to our bedroom and Chief is sitting on the edge to the bed with his head down like someone just ate his last piece of Lidtz’s chocolate.
You know when you can just FEEL something in the air?
So I ask Chief what’s the matter and he whispers.. really.. whispers that “.. he doesn’t have any clean clothes.”
I responded that “.. that’s because all his clothes are all over his bedroom floor instead of being in the hamper where they’re suppose to be.”
Nothing else was said. I jumped back on my laptop to continue my research and the cloud just started to get denser and denser.
Spaz knocks on the door and asks about dinner and Chief answers him in a particularly gruff way.. which pisses me off because he doesn’t have anything to do with what’s going on.
We finally eat dinner .. with nothing being said by anybody.. and after Bubba and Chief finish eating, Bubba gets up .. takes their dishes into the kitchen and washes them.
Ahhhh… the “good kid” routine. Can you agree with me on how I find that SO FUCKING OFFENSIVE?? You’re going to act the way you’re suppose to.. do the things your suppose to.. and I’m suppose to forget about everything.
Sorry.. I don’t drink anyone’s Kool Aid.
But again.. nothing was said to me.. or by me.
So I go into the bedroom and I started getting my sneakers on because I had to run down to the shop because Chief left something there.. and I had to get cigarettes because he didn’t pick me up a pack.
The only thing he says to me is “.. I’ll go” which is absolutely ridiculous because, as he said when he first got him.. he didn’t feel good and was tired.
So again, without another word spoken, I finished getting ready and did what I had to do.
When I got back.. I’d say within a half hour.. he was already asleep. I piddled around a little on the computer but was also asleep by 10.
This morning, no one hears the alarm, so I shove him awake and tell him it’s 6:30am. He gets up.. does what he has to do.. takes the dogs out.. and when he goes to wake Bubba up.. Bubba tells him that he doesn’t have any clean clothes to wear. Chief is silent.. and then says, “.. then stay home.”
I was up.. sitting on the side of my bed putting my sneakers on again when when Chief says to my back “.. see you at the store” and then walks out and leaves to go to the shop.
It actually took me a minute to figure out what he even said.
So today is the day when things are going to be said and this relationship is going to be permanently over. I would say damaged but the damage happened a long time ago.
He’s going to try and twist on me and say that I’m the adult and Bubba is just a kid and that I should have done his laundry.
My response is going to be that I’ve been living here for how ever many years and it’s nothing new about his dirty clothes being all over the floor. Also, that he’s been told MANY times that if his laundry isn’t in the hamper then it isn’t getting done BY CHIEF. That was also the way he got Weed to start doing is OWN laundry when he was Bubba’s age. So what’s different now?
He’s going to tell me about how Bubba’s feelings are hurt… I’m going to tell him how MY feelings are hurt.
He’s going to go into this whole thing about how Bubba is pushing me to see if I will leave like every other woman in his life left .. I’m going to tell him that that’s bullshit.. that his son is nothing but a disrespectful douchebag who gets away with doing what he wants to do.
The whole thing is.. if you’re not going to talk to me then I’m not going to talk to you. In this case.. especially in this case.. I’m not the one who is wrong and I’m not backing down.
When Chief and I first got together, he said that if I had a problem with his kids then I have to deal with the kids and not put him in the middle. Well, you put yourself in the middle Bucky when you told me to drive his simple ass home at the beginning of all this mess.
There is one thing that people need to know about me .. and it’s been expressed to Chief many times in other situations .. It takes a long time for me to turn my back on someone.. but once it’s turned .. it’s turned and there’s no going back.
It’s that way with Bubba. And it looks like it’s going to be that way with Chief.
He’s going to say that he didn’t want to talk to me about Bubba because he didn’t want to deal with me yelling. I call it being passionate.. he calls it yelling.. toMAtoes.. to MAH toes..
But like I said before.. I can’t be in a relationship were I don’t have the freedom to talk about how I’m feeling and be listened to. He avoids things hoping they will go away.
Well.. it worked this time.. because I’ll be going away. And then maybe he’ll realize just how much they’ve taken me for granted and how fucked up he is as a parent.
More to come on this one .. there’s still a full day ahead to live
Ok..
So I’m not usually a violin player .. and don’t usually do the whole “poor me” thing so maybe it’s a full moon .. or the incoming snow.. or maybe I need a good stiff fudge caramel sundae.
Or a roll of SweetTarts .. my SweetTart consumption has been exceedingly low lately.
But here’s the deal…
So we have two vehicles. My Mercury Sable station wagon and an old Astro van that his uncle gave us less then a year ago. Since Chief’s license was suspended, I’m doing ALL the driving .. everywhere. So naturally, I drive my wagon.
I HATE DRIVING THE ASTRO.
There’s no leg room .. it’s not comfortable.. but it’s a necessary evil when going to the wholesalers or Home Depot so if I have to drive it .. I do.
The inspection was up on the Sable at the end of January .. and since I cannot afford either the inspection OR insurance until the end of this week, I’ve been forced to drive the Astro full time.
NOTE: I don’t normally drive without insurance .. it was a matter of finances so I bit my tongue.. developed another ulcer and made sure I didn’t go too far or drive unlike an 98 year old man with a handicap palcard.
Anyway.. there’s something wrong with the Astro. A few months ago, before it started getting cold, Chief had mentioned something about some kind of screen needing to be cleaned that has something to do with the transmission. I have no clue what he was talking about but he set something up with the mechanic across the street from the shop to fix it on the side.
But, of course, you know what happened.. we didn’t have the money when the mechanic stopped by for it .. therefore.. it never got fixed.
So when I started to have to drive it full time, Chief told me to not push it to go into gear.. because if I did I could drop the trans and then it would cost something like 1700.00 to fix.
He told me how I needed to drive it and that was that.
So last night, I drive Spaz to the church’s youth group.. only the youth group wasn’t meeting for some reason so we’re driving back to the house and I’m approaching the intersection of a main boulevard. The approach is uphill so even thought the Astro won’t go past 30 mph, I still have to give it gas to go up the hill.
I’m like.. a foot before the intersection and the light turns yellow.
I have to make a split second decision and OBVIOUSLY I didn’t make the right one because as I’m crossing the intersection on the now-turned RED light, there’s a cop who immediately puts his lights on.
FUCK.
FUCK TWICE because not only am I getting stopped but of course, I didn’t have my handbag with my driver’s license and registration.. and OF COURSE the Astro isn’t insured either.
So as I’m pulling over into the Dunkin’ Donuts parking lot because there isn’t a shoulder on the road we were on, I’m thinking that I really need to start shaving my legs daily because this is the second time I think I’m going to jail and having furry legs in a prison cell wearing a bright orange jumpsuit would probably just itch like crazy.
TO BE CONTINUED.. I have to drive Spaz to school
Okay .. so where was I?
Oh.. so we get pulled over by the cop and it’s not a borough cop .. it’s a township cop.
Not a good thing so what’s a girl to do?
As he approaches the car :: complete with moment to moment color analysis by Spaz :: I did the only thing I could do.
I know exactly what I did officer and I have no excuse for it.
I guess he was expecting me to try and weasel out of it .. or make up an excuse or argue with him or something and when I didn’t, he didn’t say anything.
So I continued talking.. explained that I was taking Spaz to youth group at church and because I can’t drive MY car, I had to drive THIS van and there’s something wrong with the tranny and blah blah blah and I had to make a split second decision and it was the wrong one.
Oh.. and I also told him that I didn’t have my handbag with me.
He actually started laughing. He said that he wasn’t laughing AT me but “.. that’s the best thing I heard all day.”
So glad I could make HIS FUCKING NIGHT!!
He asks me for my name, address and last four digits of my social which happens to be the mark of the beast. I mentioned that I wasn’t really the AntiChrist .. just a poor last minute decision maker.
He laughs harder.
He goes to his squad car and while he’s there, Spaz is saying all these things about him. I tell him that the man was only doing his job. I was wrong .. even thought the light WAS yellow .. and I would have to be responsible and take ownership for it.
The cop comes back and tells me that he isn’t going to write me up a citation RIGHT NOW for two reasons. One, he doesn’t feel like writing and two, the fines have increased and he wasn’t sure what they were.
I would have offered him my last SweetTart then if I had them because I was so damn relieved that I was neither going to jail nor having my van confiscated.
He also said that when I receive the citations in the mail, that I should SERIOUSLY consider checking off the Not Guilty box and request a hearing. He said that he couldn’t TELL me to do that.. but he was SUGGESTING that I MIGHT WANT to do that… explaining that these citations would carry points and if I went before the judge the cop MAY or MAY NOT be there and I might get off easier.
But he wasn’t TELL ME TO DO THAT mind you.. cause that would be like, illegal.
And he’s a cop.
So… yknow..
He then goes on to tell me that neither Spaz nor I had seat belts on and he has to watch out for the safety of not only us but other drivers..
He then went on to tell me that what I did was dangerous and something could have happened to Spaz or if it happened to ME, then Spaz would be traumatized.
He then went on to tell me the importance of seat belts and of not driving through a busy intersection with a cop sitting on the corner.
The whole time, my only responses were YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT and I HAVE NO EXCUSE.. I may have even said I REALIZE MY BAD DECISION COULD HAVE HURT OR INJURED US OR GOD FORBID SOMEONE ELSE. Don’t remember.
Then he was just going on and on and on and on.. and I felt like saying I GET IT ALREADY but no.. I didn’t.. I just bobbed my head like one of the dog statues in the rear dash of cars and took my lecture.
Finally, it was over and even thought I was relieved to be on my way back home I was now EXTREMELY petrified to drive the block and half to my house.
But we got there with no further drama with Spaz completely bouncing off the walls waiting for me to tell his father what had happened.
I knew it wasn’t going to be a big deal. I mean, let’s face it .. Chief has done some pretty creative things with cars in his day. And it wasn’t any kind of deal at all.
I think Spaz was a little disappointed.
So then fast forward to this morning. I had to drive Bubba to school.. which I really wasn’t looking forward to anyway .. but on the way there it seemed like the van was getting worse.
Fucking wonderful.
Plus I had to drive through the county and my police spider senses were in high gear and I’m anticipating every single green light would turn yellow and then red as soon as I started to go through it so you’re basically talking HELL with more then a capital H.
When I get to the store, I was in a “mood”. Woman will understand what I mean.. men, not so much. It wasn’t that I was angry or upset or mad or whatever.. I was just in a “mood”. Because after the emotional roller coaster about Bella early in the morning, I just started questioning all the decisions I’ve made and how I’ve sunken this low .. to have two cars that aren’t insured that need tons of work that gonna cost tons of money that I don’t have..
Chief had been outside the shop talking to the crossing guard and when he came in he said it looked like I was on the verge of tears.
I didn’t think that I was.. I think I was just wearing a “face” .. but whatever.
He asked me what was wrong and I waved my arms around and said everything. I tried to continue with my list of “everything” and started off with the cars and he cut me off by saying, “.. that’s just life.”
You will never understand how inflamed I got at that moment.
“.. isn’t it?” he finished.
Maybe YOUR life, Bucky .. maybe YOU’RE used to living like this but I sure as HELL ain’t.
He mumbled that he would look at the van and walked out of the store. He came back in a few minutes later and said that the transmission fluid was low and went across the street to the garage to get some.
He put it in and the van did seem to run a lot better so maybe that’s all it was.
I dunno ..
What I do know is that something is going to have to either break or change and I’ve already done all the changing that I’m willing to do.
Did you ever have one of those moments where one thought .. or one comment .. just bounces around in your mind like a pinball.. and it leads to another thought and then another thought and then another thought and so on and so on and so on??
Welcome to the Devil’s 4am Workshop on Guilt.
So for the past hour or so I’ve been wrestling with some major, major guilt over Bella.
If you don’t already know the story of Bella, then basically all you need to know is that I found her about 12 or 13 years ago when she was a savagely abused puppy roaming the park next to my house.
She was only a few months old.. covered in fleas and ticks. Her tail chopped off.. paws burned.. rope so tight around her neck that it started to embed in her flesh. I already had two other dogs but there was really no other thought then to keep her.
I was still married to the Spawn from Satan’s Ass at the time. We lived in a good sized home (for 2 people anyway) with more then enough ground for three dogs to run around on. We also had a doggie door so they would go out whenever they wanted.. stay out for as long as they wanted and come in whenever they wanted.
And no, I never had to worry about anyone coming through the doggie door. My other two dogs were German Shepherds.
Inevitably, there came a time when Bella was the last dog we had .. the other two having passed within a year of each other. This was the first time that Bella didn’t have any dog companions and my ex and I were at a point in our relationship .. well, there really wasn’t a relationship left .. but there was no way that I was going to bring another animal in the house. He didn’t work anyway, so it was very rare that she was alone for long periods of time.
When his alcoholism and bipolar-ness became too dangerous to live around, I left and moved in with my mom. Initially, I took Bella with me but moving into the inner city row house the size of a shoe box with a 2×4 cement yard was a huge adjustment for her. Plus, both my mother and I worked and she did nothing but howl and cry all day.
Not fair to her OR the neighbors.
So I talked with the ex and I brought her back to him. I don’t think he necessarily mistreated her in anyway.. but he used her to get to me and there were times when he would call me up threatening to put her to sleep or drive her down to my mother’s and leave her tied to her railing.
It was manipulative and stressful and so so unwarranted but that’s what I was dealing with at the time.
When my ex went to jail for his second DUI, I tried bring Bella to Chief’s house one night but at the time Cat 1 was around and he definitely wasn’t dog friendly. Bella had never been around cats before and there was a tense moment where I was afraid for her safety. So as much as Chief kept telling me to just move Bella in, I was reluctant and for about a week I left her alone at the house.
I would get up at 5am.. drive over to the house.. feed her.. spend a half hour or so.. go to work.. stop back on the way home from work.. feed her.. spend some time and then leave.
I did what I thought was best at the time but in reality, it was the wrong thing. For a dog used to having constant company.. and then to be alone for 23 out of 24 hours.. I think it did something to her psyche.
Maybe I’m putting human emotions onto an animals but it’s how I feel and so it is what it is.
It was obviously too much of a strain on Bella AND too much stress for me and so I didn’t have any other choice but to move Bella into the house.
Even though I worked and the kids were in school, Chief had started his lay off period from his job so he was home with her and made sure that Cat didn’t make ribbons out of her eyeballs. It was still a big adjustment for her .. especially because here, there was no doggie door. So there was many, many, many nights that you would find me and her walking the neighborhood at 2am because she had to go to the bathroom.
Or.. because.. she wanted to go home. To her home. There was no way to explain to a dog that this was the way things were now.. it was just time. Time until she got used to things being the way they were.
The thing is now.. and why I’m up at now 5am typing this between sobs and wet tissues is that at her age, she having a hard time holding her pee. Every day there’s a new wet spot on the bedroom carpet. She doesn’t do it purposely .. and it could be when no one is home OR when we’re all home.. I think basically she gets up and she can’t hold it. It gets taken care of as soon as it’s discovered but it’s still frustrating.
So tonight.. Chief got up to go to the bathroom and as soon as his feet hit the floor next to his bed, he hit a wet spot and it isn’t so much that he freaked out.. but it wasn’t exactly something that puts on in a GOOD mood in the middle of the night. So he tells me that he doesn’t want her in the bedroom when we’re not at home and it isn’t so much that I took it personally or that I thought he condemning ME .. but it just started to bounce in my head that me and Bella have been on such a long journey together and I started to question whether or not I made the right decision to take her from her home where she could come and go as she pleased and put her in a situation where she’s getting yelled at for doing something she can’t help.
Eventually, the ex did get out of jail and I forced his hand to sell the house. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe, if I had agreed to still pay half the mortgage, Bella would be in a better place. Getting the exercise that she needs and the freedom that she had.
It’s difficult playing the COULDA WOULDA SHOULDA game and the way parents do what they need to do for in their kids best interest, I think the same way about Bella.
Let me just say that I don’t do the whole dress up your dog and paint their nails pink thing. I know she’s a dog.. but she’s my responsibility and she relies on me to do what’s best for her and right now, I don’t think I did and it hurts. A lot.
I’m carrying a lot of guilt that I’m sure any junior league psychiatrist will tell me that I don’t have to.. and logically, I know that they’re right but if anything has my heart completely it’s this dog.
It’s hard to admit that I’ve been negligent.. but I have been and I’m going to have to change that.
Devil, please go away .. I need to get up in an hour!
… ANY day
As in.. you really NEED to read THIS blog everyday!!
As with most things, everybody else seemed to know about The Sleep Talkin’ Man before I did.
I happen to see a comment on one of my friend’s wall on Facebook and with nothing better to do, I checked it out.
I was LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS CRYING!!
If you haven’t heard about Sleep Talkin Man, you obviously have been under the same rock as I have .. but the deal is that this is just some normal guy who happens to say some pretty bizarre, hilarious things in his sleep.
His wife started writing them down and then recording them mainly for the entertainment of family and friends but like most things on the internet.. somebody shared it with someone who shared it with someone else and the next thing you know this couple is all over the place.
But really .. if you have the same type of sense of humor I have, then this blog really should be one of your daily stops.
Here’s a few of MY favorites:
Oh, my balls are itchy. Have you got the cheese grater?
Being in the same room with you makes me want to suck the pus out of a rancid nasty rectum
Badger tickling. Proceed with caution
Now fuck off and let me bask in the glory of being me
I’d rather peel off my skin and bathe my weeping raw flesh in a bath of vinegar than spend any time with you. But that’s just my opinion. Don’t take it personally.
I haven’t put on weight. You’re eyes are fat
Flap’s on fire. You’re flaps on fire. Chili in the vagiiiiina. I’m a bad bad boy
Ooompa Loompas don’t sing in heaven. They tidy up the clouds
Shhhhhhhhh. shhhhhhhhh. I’m telling you: your voice, my ears. A bad combination.
You’re pretty. pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty…. [long pause] Now fuck off and be pretty somewhere else. I’m bored.
[hand tangled in(wife's), massaging her scalp] I’m stuck. I’m stuck. Your pubes! You got to shave.
Do you see what I mean???
Fucking hysterical.. and those are just on the first page!!!
Ok.. so this morning I woke up to torrential downpours. And when I say “torrential” I mean OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. LOOK. AT. THIS. RAIN!!!!
Now, just so you know.. I haven’t been writing about Bubba because I’m indifferent to Bubba. Could care less one way or the other whether or not he lives or breaths. Harsh, maybe.. but that’s how I feel and I’m going with it.
Since last Tuesday when I told him he wasn’t getting the computer and last Wednesday when I was forced to drive him home from the store, I haven’t said one word to him or barely even seen him for that matter.
Thursday was his birthday and it was basically a silent dinner. I did buy him stuff for his birthday .. sneakers, a hoodie and a cheap video camera not because I wanted to.. but I was in robot mode and just did what had to be done because it had to be done.
Now, I’m sure there are those out there who will be all I WOULDN’T HAVE DONE A FREAKIN’ THING but yknow.. it is what it is and contrary to POPULAR belief.. I know what I’m doing.
He made sure to thank his father numerous times and when Chief said, “.. well it was Leese’s idea for the video camera” he didn’t say anything.
Believe me, it doesn’t bother me. Better people then him have said worse things about me and yknow.. because he doesn’t matter to me, nothing he said to or about me matters either.
So.. yknow.. he never came home from school Friday .. stayed out all weekend without a phone call.. and if Chief noticed it or had any thoughts about it then he didn’t share. I think he’s afraid to because I don’t think he wants me reaction to it..
Just goes to show you how OUT of tune he is and how he really doesn’t know me at all.
Anyway.. Bubba didn’t come home last night until after I had already left for the laundromat and he was already asleep by the time I got home so it wasn’t until this morning that I actually had to be anywhere near him.
And yes.. I still drive him to school. Like I said.. “robot mode”. But I have my iPod stuck in my ears so the 5 minute drive to the high school is painless.
Anyway .. so like I said, it’s POURING out so after I drop Spaz off at school, I stop at the shop to get a cup of coffee and Chief says something about making pizza for dinner. We have the pizza dough in so as I’m getting that out of the freezer I mention something about Weed that I’ll post about later and the need to have a little ol’ chat with him.
Chief asks me if I’m going to be at the shop around 4 when Weed comes in and I mention that I told Spaz that I would pick him up from school because of the nasty weather.
CHIEF: What about Bubba?
ME: What about him?
CHIEF: You’re not going to pick him up?
ME: No.
CHIEF: You’re going to let him walk home in the rain?
ME: He has a mother with a car, doesn’t he?
CHIEF: What do you hate him or something all of a sudden?
ME: Hate? No. I don’t hate him. I’m indifferent to him. Hate is the opposite of love and therefore an emotion. I have no emotion for him.
CHIEF: << says something but I don’t remember what it is >>
ME: Look. I’m done with him treating me like shit.. disrespecting me.. giving me an attitude and being called a bitch because he doesn’t get what he wants.
CHIEF: I can understand that
ME: .. because there’s only one constant here. Me always keeping MY word and him always breaking his.
CHIEF: << starting to get uncomfortable >>
ME: .. so it was “Oh.. he’s only 12″ and then it was “Oh.. he’s only 13″ and “Oh.. he’s only 14″ … so what’s it going to be? “Oh.. he’s only 30″?
CHIEF: << really starting to regret even bringing it up >>
ME: .. and I’m done with being the excuse why he’s never home. I’m never even in the same room with him so he uses me as his out to do whatever the fuck he wants to do.
CHIEF: I can understand that
CHIEF: You know what depresses me?
ME: What..
CHIEF: Rainy days and Mondays
ME: You want MY list???
Old people on electric wheelchairs at the edge of the Grand Canyon is so not a good idea!!
Have you seen that commercial??
I mean, really .. could there be anything MORE bizarre??
So it’s 1am .. I just got back from the laundromat a little bit ago.
I came into the bedroom and obviously, Chief was watching Heroes On Demand because it was on and he was sleeping.
I don’t bother with the tv ’cause I jumped on my laptop but once Heroes finished.. the On Demand thingy timed out and went back to the regular cable. I don’t remember exactly what I heard that made me look at the screen but I did and saw the Animal Planet logo.
I don’t do Animal Planet because whenever I try to.. they’re either always showing something traumatic to my psyche.. or I can’t get to the remote fast enough to change the channel from the commercial that will be showing something traumatic to my psyche..
Hello?? Did you ever SEE the ASPCA commercials with Sarah McLaughlin sing about the arms of the angel or Willie Nelson singing about maybe how you didn’t love me?
I’m tearing up now..
Anyway.. The show that happens to be on is called The Haunted.
You know, that show about people living in haunted houses that’s usually on A&E or some other station other then the Animal Planet?
Yea.. well they got one on the Animal Planet ‘cuase.. yknow.. pets can sense ghosts and stuff.
But come on…
Really…
Is there not ANYTHING else to show on the Animal Planet??
And WHY the hell would you see a ghost with black eyes in your bedroom that causes your two black labs to go high tailing out of the house AND NOT TELL ANYONE?????
Are you fucking DENSE???
Must really be time for sleep!!!
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