Thursday, March 17, 2011
Friday, September 24, 2010
Meg got fake boobs and is moving in with her boyfriend. Should be engaged by Halloween (my prediction) Meg's daughter wears more make-up than I do. (she is 11) and weighs more than me also.
Speaking of make-up, I ran into Meg's new best friend. She works at Target (one of those people that walk around, helping people, I guess) anyhow I know her because she was J's softball coach. So of course I go up and talk with her. You could of taken a spackle and pulled the make-up off her face. A chisel would of helped also. The strange thing is, she is allright looking without all that crap. Let's face it.....I'm still granola mom. Or I'm too lazy and can't be bothered with the ritual.
I am getting a keratin treatment for my hair. Can't wait! It's $300 (yikes) I probably spend that on hair conditioner/product alone in 6 months. Of course the straight-haired girl friends think I'm nuts. The grass is always greener, right?
All my daughter's friends are getting their periods. J will be like me and get hers at age 16. I feel kind of bad for her because all her friends are starting to tower over her and they all have breasts. I keep letting J how lucky she is to mature later. I think she gets it.
I almost bought a Remington Wingmaster 870. I'm getting the Keratin (above) instead. Of course I tried about the Club's President's target gun this week and I would prefer that to the 870. It's only $1,000+. Luckily he likes me and told me to call whenever I'm coming up and he will bring me his wife's gun. It's the girl version.
Maybe I'm not so granola.
Saturday, July 03, 2010
The story continues
Meg emailed back "how can he be a dick when ur kid stays there. dumb.
Never, ever call me dumb. I only allowed my daughter to sleep over x's house for Meg's daughter. (Meg thinks the X is dick too btw.) I texted her back that X is nice to J and it was mean of her to call me dumb and that it hurt.
Yes, the X did not return the bag, the phone call or anything. We have written to stupid sleeping bag, bag off. I can always make a new one.
My daughter is no longer allowed over the X husband's or Meg's house. Both are sleeping with other people while the kids are there and I don't approve of that in front of my young children. I've been tempted to tell Meg that Mr. Nice Dick didn't return my daughter's phone call, and that dumb is:
1. sleeping with anything with a dick between it's leg.
2. sending your mom to all your daughter's sporting events because you have better things to do. (e.g. working out, going on dates, parties or getting drunk)
3. loosing your phone in a porto potty because you were too drunk partying with a bunch of 20 somethings.
4. hanging out with graffitti covered "fetish" models who pose in their panties and post these on the internet for all to see.
5. not realizing that your daughter is close to obsese for some reason.
Alas, I haven't sent anything like that. It's not worth it. She's not worth it, nor is the friendship at this point. I have to be selfish and take care of my family. They are my priority.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
My job is busy, busy, busy. My boss can be a dick. He doesn't communicate well at all. We do most of our communicating by email (which is fine by me) but his emails are so damn harsh. I looked like a complete idiot at the CPA tax planning meeting. I got drilled on the May financials, which I didn't even know we were looking at. He had me running around, talking to the purchasing agent and making crazy journal entries. I have never done shit like that before. The financials will/have worked themselves out in June. (our fiscal year end) It was a waste of time.
I had strep throat. Antiobiotics don't sit well with me. Oh, and that all happened on the above. Very bad day.
I had it out with Meg. Long story short...I took her daughter to a school function, the daughter was mean to my daughter, Meg was suppose to pick her up and everytime I called Meg never picked up the phone. I yelled at Meg's daughter for disrespecting me, my child and our family, left Meg an angry voice mail message and dropped the girl off at her grandparent's house. Because where the hell was she? Meg called me back (her borowwed phone doesn't work well.....right) She was pissed off at ME. I don't know what she is going through, I have the perfect life, she won't be happy until she is married again, her kid is fine, blah, blah, blah.
I emailed her my concerns about her life the next day. She emailed back her points. We talked on the phone a bit. I had dinner with her and her daughter after I took the troop to an amusement park.
Yesterday she emails me asking if her daughter can sleep over Saturday night so Meg can go on a date. WTF? The weekend you have your child and you want me to have her for the majority of it? It's not like she would pick up her daughter at 11 am the next morning. More like 4 pm. I said no. Mark my word, Meg will be married by this time next year. Oh and the father.....his new girlfriend has pretty much moved in to his house. Meg and him were legally separated in December. Both are crappy, selfish parents.
I'm just a forgetful one.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
I was told today at work that I haven't looked good for the past couple/several weeks. Again...the stress level of sports and kids. Thankfully the season is ending and though swim team is next, that is pretty easy. Especially since my husband and I are having the kids blow off every away meet.
My job is fine. Very busy, which is good.
I quit facebook. I was stalking my friend and that is not me. Best to do an intervention on that part of my life also.
I quit my friend this weekend. My last straw was the game on Saturday. She did not come because she attended a graduation party for one of her workout friends. She couldn't spend 2 hours of her day watching her daughter play a sport and THEN go to the party. She spent the night before bar hopping.
For our girls Monday night game I drove by her gym @ 6pm on my way to pickup my son from school practice and she was there. At 8:15 I drove back to pick up his forgotton back-pack. She was still at the gym. Seriously. WTF. Who works out for over 2 hours when they aren't training for something. Hell, she probably does that 2+ hour workout 5 days a week.
If anyone needs an intervention it's her. I tried a mini intervention but all I got back was "I will never cut back on my working out."
I hope she is happy with the drunk nights, the hot body, the new tattoo and chasing the bars for a man.
I'd rather be fatish and happy.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I'm on a major roll. Everything will done once the mulch arrives and is put down. (today) Hopefully in June I can actually enjoy relaxing on the back patio. All those ball games ruin relaxing on the back porch. They just enhance my love of the game. With the exception of t-ball that's just plain torture.
To look at the bright side of being layed off last year; I found a new passion of playing in the dirt, and, being dirt poor.