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Imagine coming home every, single, damn day from work and having Chris Matthews of Hardball blaring from your fucking tv set. Top that off with a few "you people", "can you email this complaint letter" and a bunch of your children complaining, fighting and that your sorta clean house you left in the morning is now a pig sty.

Fuck.

The life

I've done myself a major intervention. I went on the Atkins diet. I know, I know, I know..... what the hell am I thinking. I know the diet sucks. I know I will lose 10lbs in 2 weeks if I stay on it that long. I know I will plateau for the following 2 weeks if for some miracle I manage that small feat. My plan is one week of the strict diet portion. I need to get all the junk out of my system. This is the only way I know how. I eat so good for breakfast, lunch and then it goes to hell. With my stress level so high (kids, sports, school, the house, work ....etc) I've been eating crap. Wheat Thins, real red can coke some days, cookies, cereal at 10 pm. How sick is that last one. I'm a carb addict. I'm also prone to Diabetes. My grandfather died from complications from the disease and I had gestational diabetes with my son. I know the signs of carb comas. That has been my life for the past two weeks. I had to put a stop to it. I miss my yogurt and granola the most. Really, truly miss it.

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.

Can't stop

the gardening. I don't want to do wash, eat, go to baseball, softball or t-balls games. I just want to pull weeds, plant stuff, buy stuff and mulch. Let's not even discuss my ruined budget. (ok, it's not that bad....but not that good either)

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.

wiped

I am wiped out. Everyday it's another ball game for one child or another. Mix in a little school activities (chorus & plays) and I usually arrive home around 8 pm every night. April and May have been hectic. Soon we will move into June and it will be swim team for 8 weeks. Thankfully meets are only 2 days a week, one being Saturday mornings.

My husband's company has been sold. He was going to be promoted to regional sales director. He will now be out of a job in the fall. He might have another job lined up though. Hopefully that will pan out.

Meg. Soooo.....she called me about an innane question on Sunday. We talked for a bit. Then she called me on Wednesday while I was driving to pick up child 2 from practice and going to my daughter's softball game. Left me a message (because I really don't like chatting on the phone while driving) It seems her ex has a client coming over on Thursday (a gun sale) and can I take their daughter to her softball game because Meg has.....well she can't do it. She never said why she couldn't take her daughter to the game. I said no. Gave a reason of (which was the truth) that T had a play at North Star, D had a t-ball game and Julia was going to the play with me. I wanted to give my pissed off reason that maybe seeing your daughter play softball two times during the season might be a better idea than working out every fucking day. But, reason one was the current reason as to why I couldn't do it. Later though my husband said he wanted Julia to go to the game and we would find a way to work this out. We did manage to find a way to be in three places at once, but her softball game ended up being cancelled. My bitch is ... ex could of cancelled the gun sale, posponed it, had it earlier, later whatever. But see it's all about him. Meg HAS to work out. No questions asked. Both are serious losers and this me-me attitude is going to bite both of them in the ass in a couple years. This will not be forgotton by her. Kids have amazing memories about these sort of things. Anyone with kids knows that. It's weird.

I will end this with:

It's Friday.
I do not have any type of game to attend tonight.
I do not have any type of school activity to attend tonight.
I have a bottle or two of Italian red wine waiting for me to arrive home and partake.
I have ingredients for smores.
I am happy.

My son was putting flags on the vetern's graves at our church (Scout project) and a man came up and said "I would like to salute you son." That man was the Vice President of the United States.

Thank you Mr. Biden. You made a nine (9) year old boy very happy. You made a mom very happy to see such a huge smile on her "bear's" face.

I'm a Mom.

Will I ever be allowed to sleep in past 8am? (Even when I announce my mission the night before..)

Answer: Not in this lifetime.

Why I: Because my family has a very short attention span.
Why II: Because only I would know my son put his baseball shirt in the back of his closet and not in a drawer, on the floor or in the hamper.

The census man came by.

I felt like I was in the beginning of an episode of Criminal Minds.

I watch to much TV.

The next 24

6:30 am. Allowed husband to score sex.

The rest of the day was "eh". I will take that over yesterday any day of the week.

I'm still pissed off about work yesterday. I'm terrified of getting fired again. The mistake I made was stupid, but it was caught. If it weren't caught next week I could of always fixed it later.

Today I found where the bank made a $100 error on our payoff figure. Did I get a thanks? No. Did I mention that the controller before me stole money throught the payroll ($8,000+) and she also took the cash ($1,200) from a company vehicle sale? I discovered both thefts and did I get a thanks? NO. I get shit on because some guy tried to take 3 days bereavement pay instead of the 1 day he was allowed. I hadn't even processed the request.

Fuck.

So Meg has a new boyfriend. I'm not suppose to know, but she did some checking up on him and I know people. Seems this guy cheated on his wife while she was pregnant with their first child. They got separated and he moved in with his mistress. This happened a while ago. He and said mistress (slut) break-up, make-up and so forth. He was fired from a certain bank. (ok I can't give him shit there since I was fired in 2009) He told Meg he has been working at new bank for over a year. He has been working at the new bank for 3 months. Meg seems non-phased about his cheating on his wife in the past. Meg does not know about him lying about employment.

Meg had a cinco de mayo happy hour date with him last night. Meg's daughter had a softball game and a chorus concert. Meg's daughter didn't get to go to the concert. Meg's ex wouldn't waste his time doing something so mundane. It's all about him. It's all about Meg. Maybe ex took her to the softball game instead, I don't know. I will give him credit for taking his child to all the softball games. Meg has been to one game. She doesn't work-out on Friday nights so she could fit daughter into her schedule. (herself, working out and penis searching schedule that is)

I texted Meg today about how much funds we have left in Girl Scouts so I can take the troop camping next month. Meg doesn't bother replying to something so not associated with herself. I bet if I had a penis she would respond.

is it over

6:30 am. Husband tries to score sex.

7:40 am. Realize it's 7:40 am, I am so late getting out of house.

8:05 am. 5 minutes late for work.

8:06 am. Realize I don't have my phone or wallet with me.

9:00 am. Take a really early lunch to go home and pick above up.

9:15 am. Get home. Dad bitches about something along the lines of "you people"

10:00 am. Boss asks me to review a vacation request I got last Friday. It is wrong.. (employee requested 3 days bereavment leave when he was only allowed 1)

10:01 am review handbook. Boss is correct. I haven't processed vacation request because it doesn't happen until next week.

10:03 am. See boss, explain that no one had signed off on it, and I didn't process it.

10:05 am. Check email, boss writes "I expect you to catch this stuff!"

10:06 am. Apologize for my mistake.

11:00 am. Review everyone's vacation time.

12:00 pm. Work on Workmans' Compensation Audit. Prior Controller sent wrong figures. Somehow this will be my fault.

12:15 pm. Sent PO when I shouldn't have. They are processing order.

12:30 pm. Somehow the insurance company refuses to pay the bills for someone who got hurt at work. Again my fault.

3:00 pm. Review payoff figures from bank. They are correct.

3:10 pm. Boss asks me to review payoff figures again! Spend rest of day making a stupid spreadsheet.

5:00 pm. Get home to run to softball game.

5:00 pm. Daughter informs me she has a chorus concert at 6pm.

5:15 pm. Start dinner.

6:00 pm leave for concert.

8:00 pm get home from concert.

8:05 pm dinner that was cooked is totally dried out (was going to save it for Thursday) need to go to store and purchase more sauce like stuff.

8:15 pm. Open mail. Chase refuses to payoff Chase card with Chase card.

Right now. All kids are complaining. Husband isn't home.

Is it over?

budgets

I went over my food budget for the week by $6. Not bad, because usually I spend closer to $300 than $206. I learned during my checkout that I could save 0.50 a gallon on my gas because we have spent $500 there since they put up their own gas station. Got gas for $2.39 a gallon! Which filled up our SUV. Now if I can make that last two weeks I'll be psyched.

Did not turn on our A/C even though the temps hit 90 here with 110% humidity (or so it felt like it)

I'm enjoying this budget process. It's a fun game. A game I hope I can win.

ahhhh, I did get to watch Avatar. Loved it.

Meg blew off her daughter's softball game to go tailgate at a horse race. She was nice enough to take a phot of the bottle of tequilla they were drinking to post it on her facebook page. The same facebook page her daughter has access to. Nice.

Maybe I should be impressed that Meg made it to one game this season so far. Way to be a good mother and a shining example for your child. Well, she did actually spend the day with her daughter yesterday. I guess she deserves a day off for all that hard work.

I've added two more loads of wash to the three I did yesterday. All line dried. Thank you. Today I weeded two large flower beds, planted some annuals, cleared out the finished compost into the vegtable garden, started a new compost bin using my neighbors bagged cut grass (idiot, but thank you) cleaned my daughters room (no small feat) and have a playdate going on for my youngest. All I want to do is lay down and watch Avatar. Not possible, because my husband is not here and my father has decided to sit in the tv room and watch every talk show about polictics he has taped. That would be three shows this morning. He will probably leave right after Joe gets home.

Yep suicide watch. God forbid anybody leave me home alone for an hour.

Sure I could go to the air conditioned grocery store (you know my budget does NOT allow turing on the air in May), but I just need one hour of relaxation time. If I go upstairs I'll clean, declutter or end up in the boys room (don't make me do that....it's not relaxing).

How does my father listen to this crap. It's blah, blah, blah. They never say anything of worth. No wonder I spent hours at the gym while unemployed. Is 1:50 pm too early for a glass of wine?

I don't think so.

Illegal

Lots of things are illegal. For instance I let my son T ride in the front seat on the way back from his baseball game. His friend (in the next car) told T he wished he could sit in the front seat. His father informed him (rather loudly) that it was illegal. Yes it is. I broke the law. I know. He has to be 12. I'm sure there is a weight limit of 120 lbs also. I guess Nicole Richie can't ride in the front seat either.


I'm sure that father is going to freak if he sees my kid riding his bike to the park by himself in an hour. That's probably against the law also.


I also think the interest rate that credit card companies charge should be illegal. I took a long hard look at my debt this past week. It's sad. No, it's pathetic what a mess we are in. I created a huge budget spreadsheet and a downloaded a "snowball" debt spreadsheet. After that it was off to call the credit card companies to see if they would lower my rate. (since I've been paying on time, paying over the minimum due and making multiple payments....sometime every week) Those bastards wouldn't lower my rate. Funny thing is we got a 0% on balance transfer card offer the next day. It was in my husbands name, so we took the debt from the Chase bank and moved it over to the Chase bank. Assholes. This will save us $1,400 in interest alone and payments will go directly to principal for one year. After that the interest rate is still 10% lower than what they were charging me.

I'm actually very excited to work within the budget I set up. I love a new challenge.