Spring Is So Not The Thing…

Our weather has been rather interesting this Winter. To say the least. I’ve been so excited that Spring is almost upon us(tomorrow!) and I’ve been planning my garden like a fiend. What plants I want, ways of dealing with common garden pests(Yes, I’m looking right at you tomato worms. You’re going down this year. Down, I say!), combinations of vegetables to plant together, etc. It’s basically what has kept me sane during all this cold ass weather and the resulting craziness of three boys stuck inside the house.

So with all that having been said, guess who saw a reputable meteorologist mention the possibility of the “S” word for next week? You have gotta be kidding me. It’s Spring(tomorrow!). Say it with me, Spring. That means flowers and yard work. Not snow and colder weather. That’s Winter. Which it most certainly is not. 

Mother Nature, you are drunk. Get it together, sistah.


To NaBloPoMo or Not to NaBloPoMo…..

That is indeed the question. I realize my blog has been sadly neglected these last few months. And I have missed it. For realz. It’s just…what if I run out of things to talk about?

Sigh. It’s kind of doubtful that would ever actually happen. Um hello? Mother of THREE chirrens here.

It’s crunch time. It starts tomorrow. Gah.

Sara Smile…

Dear Sary,

You have been gone for a little over a year now. I miss you every day.And yet I am still so goddamned pissed at you for leaving the way you did. I don’t understand why you did that. I don’t know if anyone does. If they did, no explanation was given. It doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

I guess I just really want to know why. Why did you do such a selfish, horrible thing? Why did you not see how many,many people loved you? Why did you feel you had not one person to talk to? Not fucking one? I lived down the street from you. Down the street. You can’t know how bad that made me feel. Still makes me feel,actually. I just never felt comfortable around M. I still don’t. She didn’t seem to care too much for me either. But you can’t really blame her. I was there for the whole T. debacle. Which should have been fine. I should have dealt. Moved passed it. Something. Anything but not see you.

Dude, do you remember that day we followed her to M.’s house? Because we caught her in that lie? C. had been egging you on. We were all hanging out and watching the race, or football. You decided you had to know the truth once and for all. So we filled the cooler with beer and drove to her house. We parked down the street and proceeded to spy on her lying ass. Until it became painfully apparent that she was cheating on you. Then it wasn’t fun anymore and we drove home. We sat up all night talking and listening to music.

We had a lot of fun together, you and I.Oh, the stories I could tell.I try to remember that when it starts to hurt too much. I think about the good times. Going out to dinner at Spondivits with R. Those damn Dallas socks you wore to work just about every day! Verne Troyer. Going next door to Alan’s to get your tattoo AND your piercing.How you would leave me coffee in the mornings if you had to go to work before I did.

I haven’t forgotten one thing about you,Sug. I couldn’t. I just wanted you to know that.To know that one person truly loved you exactly as you were. That you were the best friend a girl could ever ask for.

I guess all that is really left now is for me to finally say goodbye. I hope that you finally found the peace you so desperately needed. I wish I could have been a better friend to you. That is my issue. I want you to know that I will mourn you all the days of my life.

So long, Sug. Be happy.


Saving The Drama…

I will have been at my current job for two years in April. I do love it. But! I just don’t think I am that happy there anymore. My boss is pregnant with her third child, they are *possibly* buying a second store and they have made the most senior person one of two assistant managers. The other manager? Will be brought in. They have no plans on keeping the other assistant manager in house.

And that bothers me. Quite a bit actually. I’m not saying I should have automatically got the job. But someone in the store should have. It is only fair. I just don’t think you can bring someone in two years into being a store and expect them to do the job as well as someone who knows the ins and outs of the place. Just my opinion.

I also don’t really feel like I can ask questions or even present my point of view to my boss right now because she IS pregnant. The whole situation is just really screwed up. I also realize that the economy is in the toilet  and I should be grateful to even have a job. And I am. I just wish the situation could be better than it is. We are having a ton of customer complaints. I truly believe that the majority of them are completely unwarranted. People have been very unhappy with their offers(because their stuff is SHIT!) and as a result they are claiming we(as a staff) are rude. Which is such crap. It just really bothers me. Don’t get me wrong, we can be rude, and we have been. BUT! When we were, we admitted we were and explained why we were. That has just not been the case right now.

I am really kind of torn as to what to do. I have requested next weekend off in order to move(woot!woot!) and I think that will give me a much needed break. If you can call moving a “break”!! I don’t want to do anything rash.

I will think on it for a while and see what I come up with.


I can put up with a lot of things. I have a fairly high level of patience which is now rapidly beginning to run the fuck out. I swore after the last time that I would not be put in this situation again. Ever. I swore I would live on the streets first.  And then someone tried to break into our house. And then our slumlord,er landlord, decided I apparently made the whole thing up. And then he got freaky with us about the rent. So. We moved out. Again. Don’t get me started on how DH called the afternoon of said move to say if we gave him 800$ in cash we could stay. Yeah. Dude is seriously on some crack.

We moved back in with my parents. Gah. We have found another home, we are moving in this weekend,thankyoujesus. Because I cannot take one more second of my nutty mother. Bad things will happen if I have to stay here any longer. She is crazy. Like bat-shit crazy. She told my husband that she has been experiencing “insomnia” after the death of my grandma. She says she is unable to go to sleep until around four in the morning. Yeah. I personally believe it’s because she stays up playing online poker all damn night and doesn’t stumble out of bed until around noon. Or maybe it’s the NAPS she takes at SEVEN ‘O’ CLOCK AT NIGHT. FOR TWO HOURS. Call me crazy, but that might have a little somethin’ to do with it.

Look out sanity, I’m coming home!

The Sickness Is Baaaack…

I really think this is all totally Pre-k’s fault. And the germy little beasts who ATTEND WHEN THEY ARE SICK. So really that would make it the PARENT’S fault for sending in their preshus chirrens when they are snot infected little hose-beasts.

Damn parents. I oughta go over to their houses and lick every glass in their cupboards. That would show them.