Mind-numbing existence

 

july4th.jpg 4th of July Fireworks image by grapeape416

As I sit here contemplating my pasta with little else mixed in, I’m checking the compartments in my mind for possible activities for this holiday weekend.  I could go fishing, which is my new funnest past time - only when I’m actually catching.  Notice it’s not called “catching”, it’s called fishing - hmmmm….  I could hit up the batting cages and work on my extremely weak swing since I haven’t swung a bat more than 3 times in a month and a half.  I could be a studious learner and get a jump on my reading for the summer course I’m enrolled in, but that would involve actually purchasing my books.  I could sit around the house and feel sorry for myself and the fact that I don’t earn enough money to thoroughly enjoy life.  I could harrass my friends and relatives on cell phones and computers all weekend long, but I’m truly not THAT desperate for entertainment.  Hmmmm - any ideas?

I normally really, really enjoy the 4th of July and the weekend that is generally attached to it.  For some reason this coming weekend feels almost anticlimactic.  What the heck?  It may be due to the unfathomable amount of work I’ve been saddled with this week and my sheer need for some quiet and solitude, or just plain old good snuggle time.  It may be the lack of softball in my life lately.  That would be strictly due to my attitude and random infections that have been plaguing my life.  UGH.

This is the time for fun cook outs, and fireworks, camping and bonfires, drunken silliness and jokes.  Why am I not feeling up to it?  It’s frustrating.  I’m not depressed and I’m certainly not lonely.  It could be related to this being my 1st Fourth in Charlotte and my lack of knowledge pertaining to the city and its traditions.  Back home, I could hit up any number of friends’ houses or the waterfront to check out the city fireworks.  I could go to the reservation and purchase ridiculous amounts of explosive devices that make all kinds of fun colors and loud noises, but I have no clue how things work around here.  Asking the natives doesn’t allow for a lot of options only because the standard response is:”there’s lots to do”…… okay???????????  so  exactly what is “lots”? 

I know we’ll find something fun to do - I’m a girl that knows how to enjoy herself - I’d just like to have a plan of some sort or another.  Heck, if I could have multiple fun things planned, that would be even better.

Well, enjoy your 4th - don’t forget to throw the firecracker, and don’t let it blow up in your hand.  That’s just messy.  Also, don’t burn yourself on a lighter or other lighting device for explosives.  Don’t drink and drive, and certainly, don’t go to sleep without doing a darn thing.

Update - I’ve been MIA…..

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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