09.29.07
Mister sucks
Those of you who know me, or have read my blog enough to know me, know that I don’t cook in our home, Mister does. Well I’ve been in a mood to cook so I made plans to make a nice dinner for us this evening. I got a recipe from my girlfriend, emailed Mister and told him what I was going to make tonight. He was all for it, of course, because that means he didn’t have to cook tonight.
Last night he made me go to my parents house for awhile. OK, he didn’t make me make me, but I wasn’t really up to going but we went for a few hours anyway. I hadn’t visited with my folks in awhile so it was alright. Besides, I even hate to admit this, I thought If we go there tonight then we don’t have to see them on Saturday! I’m a bad daughter, I know.
While we were there my dad tells Mister there is suppose to be a good fight on tonight and my grandpa is ordering it or something. Then, of course, asks if we’ll be at Grandpa’s to watch it. What do you think my fucking wonderful husband says? Most likely we’ll see you there. WTF? Did I not make plans for us already?
Getting home last night I told him I didn’t want to go to Grandpa’s on Saturday that I just feel like being at home. Know what his punk ass asked me? If I can make dinner earlier so he can still eat with us and go to watch the fight.
I know I sound like a whiney ass bitch, but seriously I’m not. I don’t care if he goes out, that’s not the issue. My problem is we already made plans to stay home, after he dragged me out last night, and now he’s asking me to do dinner earlier. Whatever, Fool.
I’m not making dinner tonight. We can all eat grill cheese sandwiches for all I care. I’m just venting right now. I know I sound like a cry baby but its my blog and I’ll cry if I want to! lol
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So here’s the update: He knew/saw something was wrong, hugged me and asked me to tell him what it is. I told him and he offered to stay home tonight instead b/c we did have plans. Not wanting to be that woman I told him No its alright. We ended up shopping and going out to lunch. Come to find out I was PMS’ing BIG TIME and after taking a handful of PMS pills I’m all better! lol We’re going to be going to my Grandpa’s house in an hour. LMAO
Mister sucks
Those of you who know me, or have read my blog enough to know me, know that I don’t cook in our home, Mister does. Well I’ve been in a mood to cook so I made plans to make a nice dinner for us this evening. I got a recipe from my girlfriend, emailed Mister and told him what I was going to make tonight. He was all for it, of course, because that means he didn’t have to cook tonight.
Last night he made me go to my parents house for awhile. OK, he didn’t make me make me, but I wasn’t really up to going but we went for a few hours anyway. I hadn’t visited with my folks in awhile so it was alright. Besides, I even hate to admit this, I thought If we go there tonight then we don’t have to see them on Saturday! I’m a bad daughter, I know.
While we were there my dad tells Mister there is suppose to be a good fight on tonight and my grandpa is ordering it or something. Then, of course, asks if we’ll be at Grandpa’s to watch it. What do you think my fucking wonderful husband says? Most likely we’ll see you there. WTF? Did I not make plans for us already?
Getting home last night I told him I didn’t want to go to Grandpa’s on Saturday that I just feel like being at home. Know what his punk ass asked me? If I can make dinner earlier so he can still eat with us and go to watch the fight.
I know I sound like a whiney ass bitch, but seriously I’m not. I don’t care if he goes out, that’s not the issue. My problem is we already made plans to stay home, after he dragged me out last night, and now he’s asking me to do dinner earlier. Whatever, Fool.
I’m not making dinner tonight. We can all eat grill cheese sandwiches for all I care. I’m just venting right now. I know I sound like a cry baby but its my blog and I’ll cry if I want to! lol
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So here’s the update: He knew/saw something was wrong, hugged me and asked me to tell him what it is. I told him and he offered to stay home tonight instead b/c we did have plans. Not wanting to be that woman I told him No its alright. We ended up shopping and going out to lunch. Come to find out I was PMS’ing BIG TIME and after taking a handful of PMS pills I’m all better! lol We’re going to be going to my Grandpa’s house in an hour. LMAO
09.28.07
Why do women complain so damn much?
I know, being a woman, I have whine/bitch/complain on occasion. But what is it about some women who just won’t shut their pie hole?
Don’t they realize that no one wants to hear it, especially at work. I seriously feel sorry for the husband’s of these woman! Can you imagine living with a woman who was always bitching about SOMETHING?!
Yesterday afternoon we had a, planned, emergency evacuation. We all walk down a set of stairs that took us to the warehouse of our building. I start sliding my hand on the railing, realize it didn’t feel right so I removed it. Well some of these bright darlings didn’t realize just how dirty the hand rail was because they were too busy flapping their jaws the whole way down. Guess what? Once they reach the bottom they noticed how FILTHY their hand is and along comes the bitch fest.
The dirt on their precious hands set their mouth into overdrive.
The bitches bitched about it being too hot outside. Errr, didn’t you get the email? You should’ve dressed for the evacuation because you knew you’d be standing outside.
The bitches bitched about the sun is too bright. Duh. We live in Cali-fucken-fornia!
The bitches bitched that their hands were now dirty and want to know why the cleaning lady doesn’t dust the back stair case! Hmmm, could it be the BIG RED sign that says STOP OR ALARM WILL SOUND!
And two hours after the evacuation some of these bitches are still bitching about the dirt they washed off their hands…two HOURS ago. Dude who cares? You’re hands are clean, they didn’t fall off and so what’s the problem?
I must be PMS’ing or something because normally I’m all over the woman lovin’ (not that way you perv) but today these bitches are just getting on my damn nerves. I wish someone would tell them to STFU already.
So, seriously, can anyone tell me why women bitch so much? Anyone? Buler?
Why do women complain so damn much?
I know, being a woman, I have whine/bitch/complain on occasion. But what is it about some women who just won’t shut their pie hole?
Don’t they realize that no one wants to hear it, especially at work. I seriously feel sorry for the husband’s of these woman! Can you imagine living with a woman who was always bitching about SOMETHING?!
Yesterday afternoon we had a, planned, emergency evacuation. We all walk down a set of stairs that took us to the warehouse of our building. I start sliding my hand on the railing, realize it didn’t feel right so I removed it. Well some of these bright darlings didn’t realize just how dirty the hand rail was because they were too busy flapping their jaws the whole way down. Guess what? Once they reach the bottom they noticed how FILTHY their hand is and along comes the bitch fest.
The dirt on their precious hands set their mouth into overdrive.
The bitches bitched about it being too hot outside. Errr, didn’t you get the email? You should’ve dressed for the evacuation because you knew you’d be standing outside.
The bitches bitched about the sun is too bright. Duh. We live in Cali-fucken-fornia!
The bitches bitched that their hands were now dirty and want to know why the cleaning lady doesn’t dust the back stair case! Hmmm, could it be the BIG RED sign that says STOP OR ALARM WILL SOUND!
And two hours after the evacuation some of these bitches are still bitching about the dirt they washed off their hands…two HOURS ago. Dude who cares? You’re hands are clean, they didn’t fall off and so what’s the problem?
I must be PMS’ing or something because normally I’m all over the woman lovin’ (not that way you perv) but today these bitches are just getting on my damn nerves. I wish someone would tell them to STFU already.
So, seriously, can anyone tell me why women bitch so much? Anyone? Buler?
09.27.07
Wanna see my Ghetto?
Last night I took the kids for a short walk and brought along my camera just for you folks!
This is where we live. We’re the fifth house back. All the houses before us are now vacant. Hey, more parking for us when we party! Our front door faces these peoples bedroom in those apartments. They don’t like us when we party. Seriously.
People, here, party in their front yards. This house is occupied by Mexican’s and they are ALWAYS partying in the front yard!
Our residential streets have speed bumps. That’s probably so you don’t run over the drug dealers or taggers as you’re trying to get the fuck home before dark!
I took this picture just for DraMa! Who puts plastic deer in the front yard of an apartment building? DER!
This is what we call Dead Body Park. Last October a nude, unidentified, white woman’s dead body was dumped behind those bushes on a Saturday night. Nothing was in the paper or on the news about it. If it hadn’t been for me seeing the Coroner’s van there we wouldn’t have even known about it at all!
We even have our own raunchy trailer parks! I think this one is filled with…can you guess? Yup. Mexican’s!
We’ve got auto shops ALL OVER the place! On this street there were three of them! Two were right across the street from each other!
And just like our auto repair places, we’ve got Carniceria’s all over the place. Umm, that’s a Mexican meat market for you white people. At this one you can buy bomb ass meat and good sweet bread.
Most houses have bars on their windows and security doors. 90% of our streets also have these islands in the middle of them, too.
To help spruce up the place, our city has added fountains. EVERYWHERE. This one is across the street from my parent’s house and its not uncommon to roll by here on a Sunday morning and find the fountain, corner and the street filled with soap suds! LMAO I’ll keep an eye out for that to get a picture for you.
Why do Mexican’s paint their houses the UGLIEST and BRIGHTEST colors they could find? Anyone? Oh and incase you haven’t noticed yet, there are power lines EVERYWHERE.
Not only do they paint their buildings bright colors but they paint their bricks to match their buildings! I’m just grateful the people down the street bought the last can of tangerine orange.
And finally, if you look closely you’ll see a pair of tennis shoes tossed up there on the power lines. As funny as it seems because some little black kid is now without a pair of sneakers, its not funny at all. Here, tennis shoes in the power lines are a signal to others that drugs can be bought there.
Well I hope you enjoyed your five block ghetto walk. I’ll have to do it again, but next time crossing Garfield Ave!
Wanna see my Ghetto?
Last night I took the kids for a short walk and brought along my camera just for you folks!
This is where we live. We’re the fifth house back. All the houses before us are now vacant. Hey, more parking for us when we party! Our front door faces these peoples bedroom in those apartments. They don’t like us when we party. Seriously.
People, here, party in their front yards. This house is occupied by Mexican’s and they are ALWAYS partying in the front yard!
Our residential streets have speed bumps. That’s probably so you don’t run over the drug dealers or taggers as you’re trying to get the fuck home before dark!
I took this picture just for DraMa! Who puts plastic deer in the front yard of an apartment building? DER!
This is what we call Dead Body Park. Last October a nude, unidentified, white woman’s dead body was dumped behind those bushes on a Saturday night. Nothing was in the paper or on the news about it. If it hadn’t been for me seeing the Coroner’s van there we wouldn’t have even known about it at all!
We even have our own raunchy trailer parks! I think this one is filled with…can you guess? Yup. Mexican’s!
We’ve got auto shops ALL OVER the place! On this street there were three of them! Two were right across the street from each other!
And just like our auto repair places, we’ve got Carniceria’s all over the place. Umm, that’s a Mexican meat market for you white people. At this one you can buy bomb ass meat and good sweet bread.
Most houses have bars on their windows and security doors. 90% of our streets also have these islands in the middle of them, too.
To help spruce up the place, our city has added fountains. EVERYWHERE. This one is across the street from my parent’s house and its not uncommon to roll by here on a Sunday morning and find the fountain, corner and the street filled with soap suds! LMAO I’ll keep an eye out for that to get a picture for you.
Why do Mexican’s paint their houses the UGLIEST and BRIGHTEST colors they could find? Anyone? Oh and incase you haven’t noticed yet, there are power lines EVERYWHERE.
Not only do they paint their buildings bright colors but they paint their bricks to match their buildings! I’m just grateful the people down the street bought the last can of tangerine orange.
And finally, if you look closely you’ll see a pair of tennis shoes tossed up there on the power lines. As funny as it seems because some little black kid is now without a pair of sneakers, its not funny at all. Here, tennis shoes in the power lines are a signal to others that drugs can be bought there.
Well I hope you enjoyed your five block ghetto walk. I’ll have to do it again, but next time crossing Garfield Ave!
09.26.07
Get up Bitch!
This morning I kept hitting the snooze button. At one point I was dreaming that I was on the phone, with my boss, feeding him some bullshit ass lie about why I’m going to be late for work and that if I wasn’t there by noon then I’d just be in tomorrow morning. Yeah. I just got back from vacation, like that would really go over well, huh?
Woohoo! He feel for it. I was celebrating, well as much as you can celebrate in a dream, when BAM! I get a fucken charlie horse in my left calf!
I start breathing hard, flailing my arms, hit Mister across the chest, try to kick off the blankets fast enough so he can rub my calf. Poor guy, I totally ripped him out of his sleep with a fist flying across his chest. He jumped up, grabbed my leg and in his half sleep daze managed to rub the cramp out of my leg…then fell back into bed and began snoring again.
As soon as I was able to stand I looked at the clock and it was 6:08. Fuuuck. I’m going to be late to work after all!
Guess that was my conscience trying to get my attention, get me out of bed with a hellified GET UP BITCH! lol
Get up Bitch!
This morning I kept hitting the snooze button. At one point I was dreaming that I was on the phone, with my boss, feeding him some bullshit ass lie about why I’m going to be late for work and that if I wasn’t there by noon then I’d just be in tomorrow morning. Yeah. I just got back from vacation, like that would really go over well, huh?
Woohoo! He feel for it. I was celebrating, well as much as you can celebrate in a dream, when BAM! I get a fucken charlie horse in my left calf!
I start breathing hard, flailing my arms, hit Mister across the chest, try to kick off the blankets fast enough so he can rub my calf. Poor guy, I totally ripped him out of his sleep with a fist flying across his chest. He jumped up, grabbed my leg and in his half sleep daze managed to rub the cramp out of my leg…then fell back into bed and began snoring again.
As soon as I was able to stand I looked at the clock and it was 6:08. Fuuuck. I’m going to be late to work after all!
Guess that was my conscience trying to get my attention, get me out of bed with a hellified GET UP BITCH! lol
09.25.07
Hello, Ghetto, I’m home
Wow, what a weekend! Even though I miss my girl, Craze, it felt good to be home and in our own bed last night. Mister was counting all the drunk bruises I have on my legs. Good lord I don’t even remember running into that much shit, but the evidence is there! lol
Friday was a long day for us. I was up at 4am and Mister worked until 2:30 am then we had to leave the house by 5:30 to catch our flight to Idaho. We went to the restaurant Craze works at, had a couple of beers then took care of some small errands. Ended up at her house for the rest of the night. Thanks to being up way before the butt crack of dawn and all the tequila jello shots I did, my drunk ass was passed out real early that night. Terrible. But I woke up feeling almost GREAT on Saturday morning!
Saturday Craze, Mister and I did shopping for the BBQ that night. When we got back to her house she had all the free loaders youngsters work for their meal! She parked their asses at the table, handed them veggies, cutting boards, knives and a large bowl and had them makin’ salsa! lol Those who complained did not eat that night!
More partying and eating went on while is rained something fierce. Craze called it a night pretty early. After her sister and BIL left Mister and I did too. The weekend was catching up to us.
Sunday we went bowling with Craze’s son. We ended up at the house kicking it for one last HOORA! We partied til we couldn’t see or stand straight then stumbled our partied out asses to bed and passed out.
Mister and I got home just before 8pm, last night. Glad to be home but still missing my friends. I really wish we lived closer. But that’s alright because it sounds as if Craze and her little man are planning a winter vacation to L.A. when we’re all out for Christmas break. Now I’ve got to hit the Internet and see what I can find for them to do while they’re here. Start calling in favors and set up fare watchers for these guys!
I’ll get pictures uploaded tonight for you guys. I don’t have very many because…I don’t know. Either we didn’t really do much or I was just too drunk to work my camera. lol I’ll get back to you on that one.
Oh and when I was driving into work it was about 7:18 this morning and I already saw two police cruisers parked up on the sidewalk in front of a local trailer park, near our house, with shot guns drawn out and everything. I looked at my mom and said I’m not in Idaho anymore.
Hello, Ghetto, I’m home
Wow, what a weekend! Even though I miss my girl, Craze, it felt good to be home and in our own bed last night. Mister was counting all the drunk bruises I have on my legs. Good lord I don’t even remember running into that much shit, but the evidence is there! lol
Friday was a long day for us. I was up at 4am and Mister worked until 2:30 am then we had to leave the house by 5:30 to catch our flight to Idaho. We went to the restaurant Craze works at, had a couple of beers then took care of some small errands. Ended up at her house for the rest of the night. Thanks to being up way before the butt crack of dawn and all the tequila jello shots I did, my drunk ass was passed out real early that night. Terrible. But I woke up feeling almost GREAT on Saturday morning!
Saturday Craze, Mister and I did shopping for the BBQ that night. When we got back to her house she had all the free loaders youngsters work for their meal! She parked their asses at the table, handed them veggies, cutting boards, knives and a large bowl and had them makin’ salsa! lol Those who complained did not eat that night!
More partying and eating went on while is rained something fierce. Craze called it a night pretty early. After her sister and BIL left Mister and I did too. The weekend was catching up to us.
Sunday we went bowling with Craze’s son. We ended up at the house kicking it for one last HOORA! We partied til we couldn’t see or stand straight then stumbled our partied out asses to bed and passed out.
Mister and I got home just before 8pm, last night. Glad to be home but still missing my friends. I really wish we lived closer. But that’s alright because it sounds as if Craze and her little man are planning a winter vacation to L.A. when we’re all out for Christmas break. Now I’ve got to hit the Internet and see what I can find for them to do while they’re here. Start calling in favors and set up fare watchers for these guys!
I’ll get pictures uploaded tonight for you guys. I don’t have very many because…I don’t know. Either we didn’t really do much or I was just too drunk to work my camera. lol I’ll get back to you on that one.
Oh and when I was driving into work it was about 7:18 this morning and I already saw two police cruisers parked up on the sidewalk in front of a local trailer park, near our house, with shot guns drawn out and everything. I looked at my mom and said I’m not in Idaho anymore.
