I hate stupid people. I abhor their very presence. If I were a bumper sticker it would say: It's Not That I'm Not A "People Person"; I'm Just Not A "Stupid People" Person! or maybe I would go with: Never Underestimate the Power of Stupid People in Large Crowds.
Seriously, when people say stupid things to me it's a hard bite my tongue suffers in order to keep my mouth shut. Like one time at Barnes & Nobles a woman walked around the corner to the aisle I was in and said: Oh - there's more books over here!" Seriously? No shit sherlock!!!! Once I seriously heard a teenager asking his mom if what she had was garlic or basil. Do What?? Some kid who appears to be old enough to drive a car has no clue what garlic looks like or could possibly mistake it for BASIL??????
Anyway - what's worse is when someone who MUST be relatively smart pretends to be stupid. For instance, I'm in sales and deal with people who manage doctor's offices, busy medical assistants, nurses and the doctors and surgeons themselves on a daily basis. So when a "Marketing Director" who is a REPEAT client tells me she had no idea that there was a cost involved in the project she has committed to expects me to take her seriously - I must instantly walk away and not reply so that I do not say something this client could use against me in the future. In essence, for the safety of my job I zip the lip. UGHHHHH!!!
Thank God for blogging so that I can conveniently come here and write about the stupid bitch who just cost me my 1/2 day off on a day that I could have seriously used the extra time to accomplish some much needed tasks that I now have no idea how to accomplish before I have to start selling hotdogs at the high school football game tonight. I believe that I should keep a stuffed stupid person in my office so that I can bitchslap it any time I feel the need. I wish all telephone calls could be video so I could laugh in the face of the stupid idiot who literally just told me she didn't know about the fee. Not only was the fee POSTED in the email I sent, it also appeared on the Overview flyer attached to the damn email . Now throw in that they are a REPEAT customer and maybe you'll begin to feel the anger that is causing my blood to boil right now.
Thank you Blogspot for saving my job. Amen.
DANCING WITH THE STARS.....
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Venting...
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts.
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'
Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always. . ...
Femmina Arabbiata
But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.'
Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'.
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always. . ...
Femmina Arabbiata
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
HUMPS
Humps –
I’m not talking about lovely lady humps here so close your gasping mouth – the only crudeness going on is in your head!! I’m talking about the kind of humps in the road that sometimes you can get over and sometimes you can’t so you have to go around them. Either way it’s your choice to either conquer and move forward or let the hump stop you dead in your tracks. It hurts me to see people I love confronted with a hump – and then find themselves wallowing around in front of the hump, never finding a way to take a running jump over it or a side street shortcut around it. I am witnessing this right now in my life. Someone who’s been a friend for a long time. Smacked upside the head with a terribly huge hump somewhere between 7 and 12 months ago. The discrepancy in timing is in figuring out when the hump really showed up. I say 12 months – she says 7. It’s her hump. We’ll say 7. Regardless, 7 months has passed by and this friend is stuck in the same spot she was when it originally confronted her. Anger and bitterness have enveloped her like a cloud of misty rain, not leaving one part of her untouched. She snaps when spoken to, walks around in a perpetual horrible mood and has absolutely nothing positive to say about anything or anyone. So as her friend I tried to step in. Bad move. I tried to say – WAIT – this is self-destructive and you’re hurting people around you in the meantime. Wow was that not a good idea. I obviously am not a psychologist or a counselor or even able to give good advice. I just wanted her to see that even her closest friends were being affected and she needs to pull herself up by her bootstraps and beat this thing. Needless to say, it all backfired. She has been injured and feels attacked which was exactly NOT what we were trying to accomplish. I guess she’ll have to take our words and figure things out. I’ll let her make the next move and decide if she is interested in continuing our friendship. Man – what a load of shit! Hardship in life shouldn’t end friendships and yet I know many people who have lost friends during a divorce or lose contact after someone’s death. It’s a shame. I hope it doesn’t happen to us but it’s out of my hands. In addition there’s another hump that has plopped itself down right in front of our entire group. Technically, one month ago today we learned of our BFF’s death due to an insanely random car crash. OUCH. However, we’re determined that this hump won’t stop us. She wouldn’t want that. This hump we’re facing head on. This hump we’re trying to jump right over instead of hesitating. We have determined that only by continuously facing what’s happened will we be able to conquer and move forward. Linking arms with those closest around you when facing a hump is the ultimate best decision you can make. Added help and strength will push you right over the hump. However, sometimes we decide we can handle it alone and then we fail miserably and the hump is stuck in our life for FREAKING EVER! I hope when faced with your next hump you choose to armor up with your friends and family and not push them away. It’s a terribly lonely place when you face a hump alone. Lonely and unnecessary. For those of you who know me – I’m here to help you hump jump any time – Please count me in!
I’m not talking about lovely lady humps here so close your gasping mouth – the only crudeness going on is in your head!! I’m talking about the kind of humps in the road that sometimes you can get over and sometimes you can’t so you have to go around them. Either way it’s your choice to either conquer and move forward or let the hump stop you dead in your tracks. It hurts me to see people I love confronted with a hump – and then find themselves wallowing around in front of the hump, never finding a way to take a running jump over it or a side street shortcut around it. I am witnessing this right now in my life. Someone who’s been a friend for a long time. Smacked upside the head with a terribly huge hump somewhere between 7 and 12 months ago. The discrepancy in timing is in figuring out when the hump really showed up. I say 12 months – she says 7. It’s her hump. We’ll say 7. Regardless, 7 months has passed by and this friend is stuck in the same spot she was when it originally confronted her. Anger and bitterness have enveloped her like a cloud of misty rain, not leaving one part of her untouched. She snaps when spoken to, walks around in a perpetual horrible mood and has absolutely nothing positive to say about anything or anyone. So as her friend I tried to step in. Bad move. I tried to say – WAIT – this is self-destructive and you’re hurting people around you in the meantime. Wow was that not a good idea. I obviously am not a psychologist or a counselor or even able to give good advice. I just wanted her to see that even her closest friends were being affected and she needs to pull herself up by her bootstraps and beat this thing. Needless to say, it all backfired. She has been injured and feels attacked which was exactly NOT what we were trying to accomplish. I guess she’ll have to take our words and figure things out. I’ll let her make the next move and decide if she is interested in continuing our friendship. Man – what a load of shit! Hardship in life shouldn’t end friendships and yet I know many people who have lost friends during a divorce or lose contact after someone’s death. It’s a shame. I hope it doesn’t happen to us but it’s out of my hands. In addition there’s another hump that has plopped itself down right in front of our entire group. Technically, one month ago today we learned of our BFF’s death due to an insanely random car crash. OUCH. However, we’re determined that this hump won’t stop us. She wouldn’t want that. This hump we’re facing head on. This hump we’re trying to jump right over instead of hesitating. We have determined that only by continuously facing what’s happened will we be able to conquer and move forward. Linking arms with those closest around you when facing a hump is the ultimate best decision you can make. Added help and strength will push you right over the hump. However, sometimes we decide we can handle it alone and then we fail miserably and the hump is stuck in our life for FREAKING EVER! I hope when faced with your next hump you choose to armor up with your friends and family and not push them away. It’s a terribly lonely place when you face a hump alone. Lonely and unnecessary. For those of you who know me – I’m here to help you hump jump any time – Please count me in!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Labor Day
I had an exhausting but awesome weekend. First, went to a wedding and got to see family that I never see - and was reminded why I never see them. Is that awful to say? I actually do love them dearly – but their pettiness can be overwhelming sometimes. And so I self-medicated with free wine. Can you believe they served my Yellowtail????? It was chardonnay instead of shiraz which was probably for the best anyway as I do not want to see multiple close up pictures of my blueberry pie mouth with different family members. After the wedding I crashed for exactly 6 ½ hours before I had to get up, throw the suitcase in the car, and head to Newport, KY where my attendance was requested at the Carnegie Hall Labor Day / WEBN Fireworks. I can tell you that 6 ½ hours after my self-medicating indulgence at the wedding I was still sweating out the “medication” and therefore did not bother to shower just yet. It would have been pointless. Thus I adorned my FBI hat. Yes I have a real one – that story is for another day. So I put on my FBI hat, threw the suitcase in the car, managed to forget our favorite pillows but hightailed it back to Newport. Thankfully, I had a room reserved at the Holiday Inn Express. We made it there by 3p.m. after a five hour journey wherein my churning stomach required four rest stops to 1) buy greasy food 2)dispel the greasy food in various manners; 3) refill Gatorade consumption. By the time we reached Holiday Inn I was fit for a Queen – after I showered that is. Oh – and I was equally grateful that they obviously saw my still somewhat “shaky” condition and placed me and Brian promptly in the “handicap accessible” room on the first floor. Small favors are awesome! Brian took a nap – I took a long bath and drank another gallon of water. We showered – got ready – and made it to the party only slightly late at 5:30. How, you ask, was I ready to start drinking again? Easy – my Bri-Guy made me 2 small liquid “salads” within which I refortified myself and was how shall I say this – “Rearing to Go!”
Obviously, the party at Carnegie where I was just two blocks from the river front with incredible seats to the WEBN fireworks was fantabulous. I lost count after 16 beers. But hey – what the HELL was I doing counting anyway, right? We were dropped back off at the hotel – SWEET! The Monday morning after – well – it was fuzzy. We packed up, checked out, ran a few errands before we “needed” to go home. Did some light housework and then headed to bed…. at 3:00 in the afternoon. I will admit that this morning I still felt a bit “foggy” and “slow to respond” but the memories are memorable!!!! Spent time with close friends – watched fireworks, ate drank – and drank – and drank – and I’m absolutely positive that I offered fantastic comedy throughout various points during the event. I know my dancing was downright infectious as before long many were dancing. Obviously, it was because of the sleek and trendy moves I have in my back pocket to throw out there at any given time to my surprised audience. Let’s start with “Rolling the dice” – You know, where you act like you have dice in your hand, pretend to shake them – and then give the Vegas Roll so they’re sliding down the craps table? You don’t even use real dice – IT’S ALL PRETEND!! SWEET moves. Everybody loved it. I won’t brag about all the others I shared. It would take all afternoon. I’m just trying to paint a picture about how my presence truly made the party what it was and that I’m sure without me it wouldn’t have been as much fun. I know this because EVERYONE was telling me they were so glad they got to see me. But alas, I feel as if I’m bragging so I’ll stop.
The last part of my weekend was shocking to say the least. Readers – you will definitely shake your head when I share my misery with you. My dog is famous. Her name is Bella Corrina and her picture is on almost every pet product out there. I’m not sure why it took so long for me to notice this invasion of our privacy – obviously I am not getting paid for the use of her beautiful mug – but Seriously???? They have pictures of her doing EVERYTHING!! I saw her laying on her favorite pillow. I saw her doing that amazing Frisbee catch she so loves to do. I saw her retrieving balls – pulling on ropes – even eating milkbone dog treats. SO NOT FAIR! Some fantastic photographer has been stalking sweet Bella and taking pictures without permission. So I’ve decided to remedy this disastrous situation by sharing my own picture of the laziest, most cuddly, I don’t care about anything but my need to lay on top of the nearest person Labrador Retriever – here she is – I know – she’s a cutie…..
Obviously, the party at Carnegie where I was just two blocks from the river front with incredible seats to the WEBN fireworks was fantabulous. I lost count after 16 beers. But hey – what the HELL was I doing counting anyway, right? We were dropped back off at the hotel – SWEET! The Monday morning after – well – it was fuzzy. We packed up, checked out, ran a few errands before we “needed” to go home. Did some light housework and then headed to bed…. at 3:00 in the afternoon. I will admit that this morning I still felt a bit “foggy” and “slow to respond” but the memories are memorable!!!! Spent time with close friends – watched fireworks, ate drank – and drank – and drank – and I’m absolutely positive that I offered fantastic comedy throughout various points during the event. I know my dancing was downright infectious as before long many were dancing. Obviously, it was because of the sleek and trendy moves I have in my back pocket to throw out there at any given time to my surprised audience. Let’s start with “Rolling the dice” – You know, where you act like you have dice in your hand, pretend to shake them – and then give the Vegas Roll so they’re sliding down the craps table? You don’t even use real dice – IT’S ALL PRETEND!! SWEET moves. Everybody loved it. I won’t brag about all the others I shared. It would take all afternoon. I’m just trying to paint a picture about how my presence truly made the party what it was and that I’m sure without me it wouldn’t have been as much fun. I know this because EVERYONE was telling me they were so glad they got to see me. But alas, I feel as if I’m bragging so I’ll stop.
The last part of my weekend was shocking to say the least. Readers – you will definitely shake your head when I share my misery with you. My dog is famous. Her name is Bella Corrina and her picture is on almost every pet product out there. I’m not sure why it took so long for me to notice this invasion of our privacy – obviously I am not getting paid for the use of her beautiful mug – but Seriously???? They have pictures of her doing EVERYTHING!! I saw her laying on her favorite pillow. I saw her doing that amazing Frisbee catch she so loves to do. I saw her retrieving balls – pulling on ropes – even eating milkbone dog treats. SO NOT FAIR! Some fantastic photographer has been stalking sweet Bella and taking pictures without permission. So I’ve decided to remedy this disastrous situation by sharing my own picture of the laziest, most cuddly, I don’t care about anything but my need to lay on top of the nearest person Labrador Retriever – here she is – I know – she’s a cutie…..
Friday, September 3, 2010
Fridays –
No matter what is going on in your life, whether it be tragedy or excitement, Friday is a universal day of relief….for me anyway. I guess it’s because for the next two days I can choose whether or not I’m going to get out of bed or wash my hair or leave the house or watch movies all day. Those two days I can be alive or not… However, this weekend I will choose to be alive!!! I will choose to be alive and enjoy what I can because I feel inspired…… I knew someone who stared death straight in the face because of breast cancer – and survived. She chose to live life to the fullest from that point on. When she was needlessly taken in a random car accident, her friends and family could say she definitely lived her life. I want my friends and family to be able to say that. I want to live my life to the fullest and I’m going to begin with this weekend. I have a family wedding and then a date with some awesome friends for a fireworks party at Carnegie – hip hip hooray!!!! The grief I am carrying around for sweet Bonnie is like the Titanic and it’s getting a bit heavy. Just as it would take time to turn the Titanic around, it will take time to turn my grief around. However, it can be done and this weekend is when I’m going to start. Little by little as I have moments of clarity I am going to focus on exactly what my best friend would have focused on. I’m going to be positive and live my life to its best. Dare I do a cheer??? She used to kid me about being so “cheer-like” sometimes. She also used to kid me about talking too much!!! Haaaaaaaaaaa! If she were only around to see that I have found a new outlet for my words!
So today begins a new chapter….. I’m sure you’re excited to read about something besides my grief. I promise to try!! For example – take this morning – I didn’t even lose my cool when my loving sweet caring daughter looked at me like I had three horns on my head just because I told her that in order to go to school she actually had to get out of bed because I was certain I couldn’t load the bed and deliver it to her classes in a timely fashion. So when she stopped by my bedroom to hug me goodbye I politely told her that in the future, please don’t act like your mother is a scary version of the lochness monster because she asks that you get out of bed. Please only address me that way during episodes where I do become lochness like. I’m sure they will occur but you must reserve the attitude for those moments only. She literally grabbed my face between her hands and said – you have GOT to be the craziest mother than any girl can ask for. Then she kissed my nose and said goodbye. Teenagers. WHY in the world would she think that I am crazy???? Dear Reader, please note that right at this moment and probably many times in the future I will ask you questions that I do not want an answer to. Thank you.
So today begins a new chapter….. I’m sure you’re excited to read about something besides my grief. I promise to try!! For example – take this morning – I didn’t even lose my cool when my loving sweet caring daughter looked at me like I had three horns on my head just because I told her that in order to go to school she actually had to get out of bed because I was certain I couldn’t load the bed and deliver it to her classes in a timely fashion. So when she stopped by my bedroom to hug me goodbye I politely told her that in the future, please don’t act like your mother is a scary version of the lochness monster because she asks that you get out of bed. Please only address me that way during episodes where I do become lochness like. I’m sure they will occur but you must reserve the attitude for those moments only. She literally grabbed my face between her hands and said – you have GOT to be the craziest mother than any girl can ask for. Then she kissed my nose and said goodbye. Teenagers. WHY in the world would she think that I am crazy???? Dear Reader, please note that right at this moment and probably many times in the future I will ask you questions that I do not want an answer to. Thank you.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
She's Here....
Dear Reader: If you think today’s blog is a little weird, that’s okay. You wouldn’t be the first one to think that something I do is weird or that I am just a bit weird in general. It makes me who I am and I’m okay with it. Now if you feel the need to walk up to me and tell me face to face that I am weird then it might be a different story. I might assault you with words that children shouldn’t hear or simply slap you across the face. Either way, it would be an awkward moment I’m sure. Please choose to keep your thoughts to yourself although I am obviously incapable of such discreet behavior.
Last night on the drive home I began to feel her with me. We chatted. Not in a horror film type conversation where the ghosts start talking and lights start flickering. I’m not hearing any voices and certainly haven’t seen her sitting next to me. But I felt her there with me. So I just started talking out loud. I told her how much I missed her. I told her how lonely I felt. I told her how many times I’ve started typing an email with her name in the “to” box before I realized I couldn’t do that and had to erase it. I told her that I’ve listened to that stupid radio station she loved in order to try and hear her favorite song. I told her I’ve kicked myself 100 times for not saving her last two voicemails – one where she tells me a story until the voicemail is full; the other where she plays the entire Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun song while telling me she’s driving her vette with the top down and wanted to share the moment with me. I told her that Todd, Samantha and Clay were doing okay but she probably already knew that. I told her that Samantha had emailed me and we were planning a weekend trip to visit her and see her dorm where she’s hung the frame we bought her. I talked to her like I had so many times before on the way home from work.
It felt good. Awesome, in fact. I still feel like she’s with me today. I cannot describe the peace it gives me to know that she’s watching over me. Of course there will still be tears and still be moments when I scream at no one about how unfair this is. But I can say that this is the first time since August 7th that I have felt even the slightest bit of peace inside. So I’ll take this small offering and keep it close. The rest of the world continues to move forward while I watch. I participate when necessary and then sleep to forget the rest. But now I know that eventually this small bit of peace will grow – because she is still with me.
Last night on the drive home I began to feel her with me. We chatted. Not in a horror film type conversation where the ghosts start talking and lights start flickering. I’m not hearing any voices and certainly haven’t seen her sitting next to me. But I felt her there with me. So I just started talking out loud. I told her how much I missed her. I told her how lonely I felt. I told her how many times I’ve started typing an email with her name in the “to” box before I realized I couldn’t do that and had to erase it. I told her that I’ve listened to that stupid radio station she loved in order to try and hear her favorite song. I told her I’ve kicked myself 100 times for not saving her last two voicemails – one where she tells me a story until the voicemail is full; the other where she plays the entire Girl’s Just Wanna Have Fun song while telling me she’s driving her vette with the top down and wanted to share the moment with me. I told her that Todd, Samantha and Clay were doing okay but she probably already knew that. I told her that Samantha had emailed me and we were planning a weekend trip to visit her and see her dorm where she’s hung the frame we bought her. I talked to her like I had so many times before on the way home from work.
It felt good. Awesome, in fact. I still feel like she’s with me today. I cannot describe the peace it gives me to know that she’s watching over me. Of course there will still be tears and still be moments when I scream at no one about how unfair this is. But I can say that this is the first time since August 7th that I have felt even the slightest bit of peace inside. So I’ll take this small offering and keep it close. The rest of the world continues to move forward while I watch. I participate when necessary and then sleep to forget the rest. But now I know that eventually this small bit of peace will grow – because she is still with me.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
August.....
It’s Wednesday – hump day – mid-way day – Wednesday. Last night was absolutely wonderful. I will only share with you the incredibly ridiculous scene during my pedicure where the Vietnamese man began taking off the polish I had put on with my BFF before she passed away so I cried – he mistook my tears for pain – I told him no it’s just my heart – he asked if I was sick – I told him I was in “mourning” – he said he could reschedule me for the “morning”…..I’m waiting for it to appear on Candid Camera or America’s funniest home videos. Seriously – I wasn’t crying for long because of the idiocy of it all.
Today I was able to spend a few short minutes with the B club at lunch. Such a small piece of time with people who I know can truly relate to what appears is going to be a long solid feeling of funky for the unforeseeable future. I realized yesterday that I do not want to EVER live through the month of August again. It is a cursed month in my life. Something ridiculous happens to me in the month of August year after year. Do you think I’m dramatic?? Let me give you some insight about the month of August in my life. One August 6 years ago my grandfather, sweetest most wonderful, hero of my life, was at my home and collapsed, requiring an ambulance, and passing away thereafter. It was heartbreaking for me at the time. Then there was another August later. This is when I received the phone call from my stepmother who proceeded to tell me that my father was in serious condition in the hospital and I should come right away. From that point for the next 2 months I spent every weekend with my dad who lived in another state, and who passed away two months later. It continues. Later in yet another August my husband and I were going through an extremely rough time and decided to separate. I bought another home, my best friends helped me move out. It took one of our sons being in a motorcycle accident to shake us out of that mess and clear our heads. Thankfully – our son is okay but it did end his career in the Airforce. Now here we are in yet another August. My best friend is killed in a car accident. Fuck the month of August. Fuck every August from here on out because I’m going to be in hiding. Screw anyone who tries to make me participate in the month of August. I’m sure if I researched the month of August I would find that it was the birth month of Satan or something just as grievous that would make this disgusting month make sense.
On another note – today my friend Heather called me a Stupid Fucking Whore. Seriously? I gave that up YEARS ago!!! However, reader, she did this because I won a contest at work. So the sun can peek in at any given moment during an otherwise gray period of life. Just another piece of information to ponder and absorb. And so it continues….
Today I was able to spend a few short minutes with the B club at lunch. Such a small piece of time with people who I know can truly relate to what appears is going to be a long solid feeling of funky for the unforeseeable future. I realized yesterday that I do not want to EVER live through the month of August again. It is a cursed month in my life. Something ridiculous happens to me in the month of August year after year. Do you think I’m dramatic?? Let me give you some insight about the month of August in my life. One August 6 years ago my grandfather, sweetest most wonderful, hero of my life, was at my home and collapsed, requiring an ambulance, and passing away thereafter. It was heartbreaking for me at the time. Then there was another August later. This is when I received the phone call from my stepmother who proceeded to tell me that my father was in serious condition in the hospital and I should come right away. From that point for the next 2 months I spent every weekend with my dad who lived in another state, and who passed away two months later. It continues. Later in yet another August my husband and I were going through an extremely rough time and decided to separate. I bought another home, my best friends helped me move out. It took one of our sons being in a motorcycle accident to shake us out of that mess and clear our heads. Thankfully – our son is okay but it did end his career in the Airforce. Now here we are in yet another August. My best friend is killed in a car accident. Fuck the month of August. Fuck every August from here on out because I’m going to be in hiding. Screw anyone who tries to make me participate in the month of August. I’m sure if I researched the month of August I would find that it was the birth month of Satan or something just as grievous that would make this disgusting month make sense.
On another note – today my friend Heather called me a Stupid Fucking Whore. Seriously? I gave that up YEARS ago!!! However, reader, she did this because I won a contest at work. So the sun can peek in at any given moment during an otherwise gray period of life. Just another piece of information to ponder and absorb. And so it continues….
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