My own personal mind-dump

June 5, 2008 at 8:36 am (A day in the life)
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This pic is pretty gross, but seems to fit…oddly enough.

So, on my drive in this morning, I was mentally writing today’s blog.  Will I be that prolific and intelligent-sounding?  Probably not, but I’m fairly certain I was witty and had a good contribution to everyone’s day.  Okay, most likely not, but I have forgotten everything I wanted to share with you all, darn it, so you’re stuck with today’s mind dump.  Here ya go……

It is 8:25 in the morning and I am hungry, but I can’t eat because I’m absolutely nauseous.  There’s a lot of background to that, but I’ll keep it short and say that the pills I’m taking aren’t very kind to my poor little tummy.  Okay, not so little, but I still feel sorry for it.   What really sucks is that I LOVE food but I haven’t WANTED any in about 4 days - but I think it’s coming back….  I guess the silver lining is that I lost 10 lbs…ugh.

Why does everyone I work with in this office feel it necessary to walk past my office and say good morning?  If I’m intently staring at my computer screen and not even acknowledging your presence, it’s really not a need of mine for those folks I barely speak to in a day to say good morning in their cheeriest morning-person voice ever.  Yeah, it’s nice, but I guess I’m just not - learned something new today, didn’t you?  Well, I do know for a fact that I’m NOT a morning person - I’ll say hi later.  No offense.

I heard on the radio this morning it’s supposed to be over 90 degrees for the next 7 days and that our drought from last summer will be resuming itself.  Yay.  WTF?  I hate getting bad news in the morning too.  Makes me really wanna say good morning to some people.

Why do you suppose my cats race me up and down the stairs whenever I’m going in either direction.  There is no treat at the top or the bottom - they just race me and then try and trip me by weaving between my legs or plopping their fat little bodies right under my feet and stretching all cute and furry-like.  Freaks.

I think the baby daddy finally got the point.  He actually acknowledged something that I’ve been trying to get across to him for a very long time now.  He told me that he knows that his voice gets on my nerves.  Ahhhhh, the learning curve - I doubted it, but I guess there really is one, and his is a very loooooong curve.

That’s good enough for now, I’m sure I’ll spew some more off for you later - enjoy my randomness, and have a great Thursday.

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Update - I’ve been MIA…..

May 22, 2008 at 9:36 am (A day in the life)
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missing_in_action.jpg Chuck Norris Missing in action image by pouskie

Chuck Norris just rocks, and I could have used his weaponry this weekend…..

Okay, so I’ve been missing in action, and I apologize, oh devoted readers, all 7,452,981 and 1/4 of you.  Things have been quite out of control ’round these parts lately, so I’ve been out of blogging commission.  What, do you ask, has been going on?  Well, since you’re so concerned, let me open this can o’ worms and enlighten you…..

Hmmmm, I think I last wrote on Friday about Tootsie Rolls, which, by they way, are the best things on EARTH, in case you were wondering.  You see, the weekend brought with it some curious situations, including the wondrous trip to Durham which has been taking place more frequently lately - and I’m ready for it to slow down…  My fabulous baby-daddy called me approximately 352 times Saturday to tell me that he was coming, not coming, coming, not coming to visit our daughter.  Then he proceeded to “miss” the city of Charlotte on I-85 and stop in Concord, ‘cuz apparently THAT city is impossible to miss…. you tell me.  He then got lost again, missed an exit and ended up in the hood….. I guess that fits though - but we had to get him to the house, so we went and got him, in the middle of his ogling some random half-nekkid chick at the Bojangles - this guy is ALL class, and he followed us.  The kid saw him through the window and about busted every bone in her body sprinting down the stairs to lay eyes on the elusive animal known to her as “Daddy”.  I guess it was worth it if she was happy.  Sooooo, that was around 2/2:30 Saturday.  Quite an eventful morning/afternoon in my household. 

I guess he decided he was going to take the munchkin to the mall, and, rather than go to South Park mall which is approximately 5 minutes from my house, they decided on Eastland mall which is about 3 stores short of being closed down, and about 20 minutes from the pad.  Okay, fine, but neither of them knew how to get there, which elicited another 352 calls to me to locate correct directions.  Quality parenting at its best….. ugh - can’t I just trade for a different one????  Anyway - they made it and I got to go fishing - NO - I didn’t catch a damn thing, and I DID get worm-jacked about 5 times.  It sucks, but I know that my stalker fish is full and that he’s just waiting for me at that pond for the next time.  I swear - he’s about 3 feet long and 30lbs of bass waiting to be served with some hush puppies and fresh cole slaw…… 

Well, I stayed away from the house, so they could do the father-daughter bonding they have failed miserably at in recent years, and was rewarded by more phone calls from the sperm donor, letting me know that he’d be leaving at noon Sunday ‘cuz he didn’t want to drive to Atlanta after dark.  Ummmmm, last time I checked, it didn’t get dark ’til 8:30 or so, or am I just trippin????  Well, apparently this was a big issue for him, and spending more than 22 hours with his daughter in a year is not a priority.  Got it - thanks for spelling it out for me.  Whatev.  Loser.

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Today’s Rant - grrrrrrrr

May 13, 2008 at 1:30 pm (A day in the life)
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You know, just when things are entering the lovely zone again, out of nowhere pops Super Loser Dad!!!  I SWEAR.  Today was looking to be another grand Tuesday, with ridiculous parking issues because the deck is undergoing maintenance so everyone and their mother have decided to park where I normally deposit my vehicle.  Granted, the world does NOT revolve around me, but at times, I like to think it does.  Anyhow, I was about 20 minutes early to work, so things were going well, had to do a loop through the deck to find a spot, no worries, I can live with that, despite gas prices being close to a king’s ransom just to make sure I can take my arse to work in order to break even.  The drive was tolerable - not too much traffic, although every person I drove behind today had to be at least 85 years old, on a cell phone, or yelling at their children in the backseat, therefore causing a delay at every green light or possibility of a red light.  I was fine with it, kept in a glorious mood by a particularly sweet text message I received this morning just after my morning washing.

Nooooooooooooo, I had to receive a voicemail as soon as I parked my butt at my desk and powered up this lovely technology I am currently typing on.  Yes, it was a call from the demon who helped me create my monster.  Normally this is not an issue.  Normally he only slightly irritates me.  Normally he is not included in any plans of mine.  Today, he has invaded my world and I am fully aggravated by it. 

Apparently, our sweet, naive girl-child has decided to update him on my weekend’s plans.  For background purposes, he lives in California, spends the majority of time in Washington, and has another baby momma in Georgia.  This shining example of our species called me to let me know that he had heard from our darling baby that we are planning on being in Atlanta this weekend.  Not only that, but he is currently in Atlanta and had been planning on “surprising” us by “stopping by”.  Hello - we live in North Carolina.  It’s really not like Atlanta and Charlotte are next door to each other.  Oh yeah, and we may have been BUSY.  What the HELL makes you think we should just drop every freakin’ thing and cater to your whims?????  Just askin’. 

Any-who, he then states that he will cancel his trip to NC if we will be in GA, and he can see the kiddo at that time.  Again - we have PLANS.  We are not going to GA in order to party it up and hang out with whatever random people we meet.  This is a LARGE tournament my team is entering and most likely, the majority of time will be spent at the ballfield.  I give a DAMN what you want.  Really.  Do you see the honesty in my eyes?  Oh, that’s sarcasm?  Yeah - you’re right.  I don’t care.  At all. 

You see, lovely readers, all 2 of you, this man does not pay child support.  Never has, not in 12 years.  This adorable child has been dependent on yours truly since day one and nobody else.  Additionally, he has not made the effort to see her since June of last year, when we all happened to be in Washington State at the same time.  What’s that, you say?  It’s May 2008.  Good observation.  Yep, almost a year, despite the fact that his grown ass has been galavanting all over the country from CA to WA to GA.  Maybe he doesn’t want to come to NC because the abbreviation doesn’t end with an A….  Hmmmm, that’s a thought.  Well, the moral of the story is, I’m a sucker.  I probably will be in Atlanta this weekend and he will probably get to see her because I’m not one to tell my daughter she can’t see the man she adores.  However, it will be on MY schedule and at MY convenience.  His ridiculous spur-of-the-moment fathering won’t mean a thing in the long run, and I have much more staying power than he does.  It’s a fact.  He can just suck it.  And by “it” I mean my foot.  After playing 6 games, covered with dirt and sweat.  And that’s just for starters.

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