I am tired of being the girl with the stiff upper lip...and the one who makes do, the survivor....the one who decides which bills to turn off and which to keep...the one who keeps going into survival mode every time something crappy rears its ugly head...and it does, seemingly all too often for our means.
Nothing is really wrong.
I'm tired of arguing with Jon over stupid crap simply because I ask too many questions simply because he hasn't given me any pertinent information and he is grouchy. Seemingly the most innocuous subjects can cause him to become angry as of late.
I think he is tired of me taking control and running with it...only...I'm the main reason we have survived financially the past few years...and his judgement with money is questionable--on his own admission. I think he is tired of me being the head of the household and yet utterly proud that I am so good at what I do at the same time.
He whines incessantly that we don't have much time off work together and yet tonight made plans with people I don't know or even like to stay out until they feel like driving him back to wherever the hell he parked his Jeep so he can come home. It just makes no sense to me.
I am supposed to fix all ills. It's my fault the dryer and the oven don't work simply because I don't really care that much if they do work. We've done fine without a dryer for...7 months...and the oven's been broken for...I dunno...a year or more? But Jon whines about this a lot for someone who hasn't lifted a finger to fix either one. I know if I was truly bothered by the fact that either was broken, I would have fixed them by now. I truly just don't care.
I am supposed to be a key finder, phone finder, finder of inhalers, glasses and anything lost. Only I don't want to be a finder of anything that I didn't lose. No idea how he can't recall where he sets things down. It's not my responsibility to locate objects.
I am expected to wash the dishes, vacuum the carpet, clean up after the animals, and in general do the laundry and yet the trash sits from last week because someone never managed to walk it to the curb. The one chore that is his besides the shopping and the cooking (because he cooks, he gets to shop) and takes the least amount of time...he rarely remembers to do it. He cooks more rarely than ever as well, preferring to eat greasy garbage then arguing with me when I complain that I'm hungry too and that I can't eat loads of things out.
I guess I'm feeling under appreciated by the one person who is supposed to appreciate me the most.
And all I can think is that I want to go play in the rain under some trees...or walk in the rain under some trees like I used to do on days where I'm feeling moody and just breathe in the clean air. Only, there is no clean air, or peaceful quiet trees...there are only streets with people and cars where I don't feel safe wandering about after dark. I used to wander at all hours with no fear of anything. There's no going back, really, and that makes me sad.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Monday, December 3, 2012
Neighbors and Religious Zealots
I have new neighbors.
Yes, I know, uck.
Especially when my previous neighbor was a nice octogenarian whose most annoying attribute was that he seemed to constantly be raking and maintaining his yard because he had lots of time on his hands. He was quiet and never once complained that we were making noise, kept to himself, mostly, but was pleasant, well mannered and interesting. So Jon and I were both sad when we realized he had died.
So far the Replacement Neighbors are fairly quiet and keep to themselves....if I ignore the bit where they tried to convert the neighborhood to whatever religion they practice. Yep. Knocking on doors with literature. Sorry. Go away. If you want to come over and knock on my door, then fine. Introduce yourselves and say hello...don't try make me a part of your religious quota.
And yes, The Replacements have three cars with a large two car garage and yet, none of the cars manage to park in the garage. Weird, but I really don't care that much about that. What DOES annoy me is The Replacements are constantly turning around at the end of MY driveway when turning around in their OWN driveway should be sufficient since only one vehicle parks in the driveway so they have plenty of space in which to turn.
So I have been parking lengthwise across the driveway behind Jon's Jeep. Yes, that's right. NO ONE is parking in my driveway, not even ME because I am irritated that The Replacements don't want to maintain their own driveway to the point that they have decided they can only turn around in mine. I bet The Replacements won't get the hint...but hey, its that or I make my own tire spikes from a two by four and some 6 inch spikes...and that's really inconvenient because I'd have to move it every time I left the house or arrived home.
An automatic gate would really be ideal...but I don't have the money for that, and would definitely take the gate and the opener with me if I ever manage to move away from the too many people.
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Jon stopped to help a man in a disabled vehicle that was blocking a busy stretch of Beech Daly yesterday. The man immediately asked him if he was a Christian. Jon said "No." The man then, while fiddling with his battery cable, proceeded to ask "Do you know Jesus is the Savior?" Why not a simple, "thank you for stopping to help"? The car started, it WAS a loose battery cable, but why not just thank someone for offering assistance instead of asking about religion? People are so weird.
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All I can get out of all the crazy zealots lately is that Jon and I must look like we are going to hell. Ah, oh well. At least we try to be good people and not be hypocrites. Also, if we are required to convert a certain number of people to make it into heaven, maybe we don't want to go there anyway. I have enough quotas and standards at work to need them in my afterlife.
Yes, I know, uck.
Especially when my previous neighbor was a nice octogenarian whose most annoying attribute was that he seemed to constantly be raking and maintaining his yard because he had lots of time on his hands. He was quiet and never once complained that we were making noise, kept to himself, mostly, but was pleasant, well mannered and interesting. So Jon and I were both sad when we realized he had died.
So far the Replacement Neighbors are fairly quiet and keep to themselves....if I ignore the bit where they tried to convert the neighborhood to whatever religion they practice. Yep. Knocking on doors with literature. Sorry. Go away. If you want to come over and knock on my door, then fine. Introduce yourselves and say hello...don't try make me a part of your religious quota.
And yes, The Replacements have three cars with a large two car garage and yet, none of the cars manage to park in the garage. Weird, but I really don't care that much about that. What DOES annoy me is The Replacements are constantly turning around at the end of MY driveway when turning around in their OWN driveway should be sufficient since only one vehicle parks in the driveway so they have plenty of space in which to turn.
So I have been parking lengthwise across the driveway behind Jon's Jeep. Yes, that's right. NO ONE is parking in my driveway, not even ME because I am irritated that The Replacements don't want to maintain their own driveway to the point that they have decided they can only turn around in mine. I bet The Replacements won't get the hint...but hey, its that or I make my own tire spikes from a two by four and some 6 inch spikes...and that's really inconvenient because I'd have to move it every time I left the house or arrived home.
An automatic gate would really be ideal...but I don't have the money for that, and would definitely take the gate and the opener with me if I ever manage to move away from the too many people.
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Jon stopped to help a man in a disabled vehicle that was blocking a busy stretch of Beech Daly yesterday. The man immediately asked him if he was a Christian. Jon said "No." The man then, while fiddling with his battery cable, proceeded to ask "Do you know Jesus is the Savior?" Why not a simple, "thank you for stopping to help"? The car started, it WAS a loose battery cable, but why not just thank someone for offering assistance instead of asking about religion? People are so weird.
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All I can get out of all the crazy zealots lately is that Jon and I must look like we are going to hell. Ah, oh well. At least we try to be good people and not be hypocrites. Also, if we are required to convert a certain number of people to make it into heaven, maybe we don't want to go there anyway. I have enough quotas and standards at work to need them in my afterlife.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Let's Do the Time Warp, Again
Dreams are an interesting time warp.
I haven't seen my grandfather in 17 years due to his being deceased but I saw him this morning; in a dream.
There I was back at the tiny trailer where they lived standing over the sink and he was there asking if I was going to wash the dishes that I'd dirtied. I said, yes, of course, never missing a beat, but so glad to see him. Tiny, wrinkled, but sharp of mind which wasn't the case in his last few years and pain-free which I vaguely recall him being--back when I was five--before his heart surgery. He just was never the same after that.
I was an adult in the dream. I was 18 when he died but, looking back, I have grown up a lot in 17 years. I was hanging out talking to him about nothing important or substantial when I realized I had let myself into someone else's house.
I used to live there, after my Grandmother died and before I moved to Michigan. The neighbors bought the land and trailer in the mean time and one of their daughters are living there with her family.
In the dream I had "broken in" but all my grandparents' things were still there, even though I realized that I had cleaned out the trailer and taken loads of those things with me in the move.
I was standing at the sink doing the dishes when the owner of the house pulled up. I knew she was coming because she had been making soap or something on my grandparents' table (which my cousin Shelley has) and so had to greet her and apologize for breaking in. Handed her the key (which I don't have) and explained that I had been talking to my grandparents (who she knew).
Really, really strange. And then I woke up.
My grandmother died just before Thanksgiving in 2007. And my grandpa died just before Christmas way back in 1995. And yes, I still miss them both.
I haven't seen my grandfather in 17 years due to his being deceased but I saw him this morning; in a dream.
There I was back at the tiny trailer where they lived standing over the sink and he was there asking if I was going to wash the dishes that I'd dirtied. I said, yes, of course, never missing a beat, but so glad to see him. Tiny, wrinkled, but sharp of mind which wasn't the case in his last few years and pain-free which I vaguely recall him being--back when I was five--before his heart surgery. He just was never the same after that.
I was an adult in the dream. I was 18 when he died but, looking back, I have grown up a lot in 17 years. I was hanging out talking to him about nothing important or substantial when I realized I had let myself into someone else's house.
I used to live there, after my Grandmother died and before I moved to Michigan. The neighbors bought the land and trailer in the mean time and one of their daughters are living there with her family.
In the dream I had "broken in" but all my grandparents' things were still there, even though I realized that I had cleaned out the trailer and taken loads of those things with me in the move.
I was standing at the sink doing the dishes when the owner of the house pulled up. I knew she was coming because she had been making soap or something on my grandparents' table (which my cousin Shelley has) and so had to greet her and apologize for breaking in. Handed her the key (which I don't have) and explained that I had been talking to my grandparents (who she knew).
Really, really strange. And then I woke up.
My grandmother died just before Thanksgiving in 2007. And my grandpa died just before Christmas way back in 1995. And yes, I still miss them both.
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Day of Purgatory: Part the Third
Black Friday. I always work it.
Staggeringly different this year. No crowds, at least not really. Periods of time being able to walk away from the register. Hardly ran out of anything so no need to worry about rain checks. Periods of time only running one register. Boring. Employees were sent HOME....that's NEVER happened before.
Oh, don't get me wrong. $47,000 worth of business in one day never happens at that store. But we were busier last year and people didn't even know the store was there. Our store plan was $68,000. Meaning, the company projected that it would at least be as busy as last year with hopes to do more business.
Why did it fail?
The ad. It's boring. It has been virtually the same for the five years I have worked for the company. It really never changes. How many chainsaws, leather boots, gun safes, and air compressors does one person really need over that period of time? The biggest business we did was for things that people need or want every day. Such as black oil sunflower seed and softener salt. I think if the company offered more sales on things like horse, chicken and dog feed, we'd have done much better. People need those things. Feeds are high right now.
Our marketing department. The ads are so globbed together and unexciting that hell, just from looking at it, I'm bored. I can't imagine a customer being excited over it.
Our buyers. There is clothing in the ad...but the buyers who buy the clothing must be blind. I can't imagine wearing most of it. Oh, the men's clothing is fine. It's the women's clothing. It is geared to ladies of a certain age and ten year olds. Since most of the female population is neither....a huge chunk of the market is missing. I know I wouldn't buy a damn thing in that clothing department right now unless it was a Carhartt hoodie or something like that. The fabrics are also at fault...they are so thin that if you get cold, everyone will know...and the fit is at fault...manufactured in China (like every thing is now) where boob sizes must be smaller, the sleeves start too close too the shoulder and the boobs have no room, making the smallest person with any boobs at all look dumpy.
The shift to major retailers being open Thanksgiving night. By the time we opened Friday morning at 6 am...and did NO business until 7 am, everyone was either sleeping or had spent all their money.
I also wonder about the ads getting mailed out on time. At our particular location, we have had at least 100 customers on prior ads come in complaining that the ad wasn't in their mailbox until it had ended. My previous manager (we are currently manager-less) honored the ad to make them happy. I believe this could be the case again...but could be wrong since a friend whose daughter works at a different location also said it was slow there...and that store is easily 100 percent busier on a normal day than ours.
The store was quite immaculate when we left last night. And we left nearly an hour earlier than we were supposed to leave. That has never ever happened. On a proper Black Friday, the store will be thrashed for at least a week before it is borderline back in shape, because from here on out, TSC basically does an ad per week to get rid of the Christmas items hopefully before they go to ridiculous clearance prices.
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On another note, I am told we will now be borrowing an ASM from Whitmore Lake until the first of the year. First it was for a week, then until the first of December, and now, until January. I kind of think he is going to be our manager. Sounds like the TSC way...sneak someone in, get them and us used to the situation and then, make the announcement. I don't really care. He's okay, doesn't pick on me, but then, I do my job...but others have taken up arms against him because he gets after them to work hard. I have tried explaining that its because he worked with Cindy who worked with Janet and so they both were perfectionist taskmasters...and that is how the job is supposed to be done. He just is rubbing people the wrong way right now because he's going about it incorrectly. Oh well. Not my problem. I have no problem with it...I also worked with Janet and Cindy. I'm used to it.
Staggeringly different this year. No crowds, at least not really. Periods of time being able to walk away from the register. Hardly ran out of anything so no need to worry about rain checks. Periods of time only running one register. Boring. Employees were sent HOME....that's NEVER happened before.
Oh, don't get me wrong. $47,000 worth of business in one day never happens at that store. But we were busier last year and people didn't even know the store was there. Our store plan was $68,000. Meaning, the company projected that it would at least be as busy as last year with hopes to do more business.
Why did it fail?
The ad. It's boring. It has been virtually the same for the five years I have worked for the company. It really never changes. How many chainsaws, leather boots, gun safes, and air compressors does one person really need over that period of time? The biggest business we did was for things that people need or want every day. Such as black oil sunflower seed and softener salt. I think if the company offered more sales on things like horse, chicken and dog feed, we'd have done much better. People need those things. Feeds are high right now.
Our marketing department. The ads are so globbed together and unexciting that hell, just from looking at it, I'm bored. I can't imagine a customer being excited over it.
Our buyers. There is clothing in the ad...but the buyers who buy the clothing must be blind. I can't imagine wearing most of it. Oh, the men's clothing is fine. It's the women's clothing. It is geared to ladies of a certain age and ten year olds. Since most of the female population is neither....a huge chunk of the market is missing. I know I wouldn't buy a damn thing in that clothing department right now unless it was a Carhartt hoodie or something like that. The fabrics are also at fault...they are so thin that if you get cold, everyone will know...and the fit is at fault...manufactured in China (like every thing is now) where boob sizes must be smaller, the sleeves start too close too the shoulder and the boobs have no room, making the smallest person with any boobs at all look dumpy.
The shift to major retailers being open Thanksgiving night. By the time we opened Friday morning at 6 am...and did NO business until 7 am, everyone was either sleeping or had spent all their money.
I also wonder about the ads getting mailed out on time. At our particular location, we have had at least 100 customers on prior ads come in complaining that the ad wasn't in their mailbox until it had ended. My previous manager (we are currently manager-less) honored the ad to make them happy. I believe this could be the case again...but could be wrong since a friend whose daughter works at a different location also said it was slow there...and that store is easily 100 percent busier on a normal day than ours.
The store was quite immaculate when we left last night. And we left nearly an hour earlier than we were supposed to leave. That has never ever happened. On a proper Black Friday, the store will be thrashed for at least a week before it is borderline back in shape, because from here on out, TSC basically does an ad per week to get rid of the Christmas items hopefully before they go to ridiculous clearance prices.
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On another note, I am told we will now be borrowing an ASM from Whitmore Lake until the first of the year. First it was for a week, then until the first of December, and now, until January. I kind of think he is going to be our manager. Sounds like the TSC way...sneak someone in, get them and us used to the situation and then, make the announcement. I don't really care. He's okay, doesn't pick on me, but then, I do my job...but others have taken up arms against him because he gets after them to work hard. I have tried explaining that its because he worked with Cindy who worked with Janet and so they both were perfectionist taskmasters...and that is how the job is supposed to be done. He just is rubbing people the wrong way right now because he's going about it incorrectly. Oh well. Not my problem. I have no problem with it...I also worked with Janet and Cindy. I'm used to it.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Day of Purgatory: Part the Second
I knew there was trouble the instant we arrived at the mother in laws...no available workspace in which to prepare food. Ummm? What? We piled crap everywhere to make room and then had to take the garbage out. Can't really blame her, she worked until 2 am then got up and cleaned the house...vacuuming and such.
And then we had to cook.
What a horrible, waste of a day. Six hours later, I am home.
Just for starters, if attending a family event, don't ask questions if you aren't prepared to handle the answers. One of the attendees was Jon's cousin Whatsername. She decided to ask probing questions after noticing that I was not fawning over her not so cute walking baby. In fact, I was looking over its head wondering why the hell these people were blocking my view of Looney Tunes which was on the television because I had no interest in them at all, having met them before and found them boring.
Whatsername asked why we don't have kids.
I said it was because I hate them.
She was taken aback, but just had to keep digging away. "Well, why?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just always have. Even when I was a kid myself." Feeling insulted, I added, "I'd rather blow my own brains out than raise a poo making spawn that is basically a human parasite for at least 18 years."
I know this struck a nerve particularly because Whatsername might just have turned 18. She has an 18 month old. Dropped out of high school. Is sponging off her parents and the State of Michigan and so is her Baby Daddy. Yep. They are BOTH unemployed spongers that are getting money for bringing a life into the world accidentally. I already knew the back story here...figured I may as well insult her since she'd already insulted me.
Nosy bitch.
And still, this wasn't enough.
Whatsername asked, "Do you have siblings that have children?"
"Oh yes," I said, "my brother now has a 6 or 7 month old. He's dead to me now. I probably won't really see him again until its moved out of their house." I was quiet for a moment before adding, "he really didn't want kids either, you see...but now he has one. But at least now that he has one, he takes care of it." (Not all of this is exactly the truth, but ask rude questions, get lies.)
Whatsername finally decided she'd had enough and left me alone. I kind of wondered where she went because its a small house and there was nowhere to run or I'd have run away long before...just to be less crowded.
What she did was run to Jon and tell him that I hate kids like this was broadcast news. He's known me for five years. Three years before we got married and two years since. He knew I didn't like kids for three years before our wedding. He thought it an odd statement until I told him she'd pissed me off and what I'd been saying to her. Then he laughed and said he didn't care what I said to "that skank."
We left all our stuff there. Jon says he'll get it tomorrow. It's the first holiday meal that I've gone home hungry. I made soup. It was the only edible thing. Green bean casserole: wheat. Stuffing: more wheat. Pies: wheat, wheat, wheat. Mashed potatoes: not wheat, but I don't like them really. Turkey, yuck. Ham, kind of yuck, but better than turkey...just depends who is cutting off the gross fatty bits. So I am still hungry. Rather be hungry than pissed off all damn day. I couldn't get drunk enough to NOT be angry and claustrophic. I really think the anger voids the alcohol's effectiveness.
The only people I could stand: Jon, his sister's family, and Jon's parents, and a guy named Tommy. Everyone else could fall off the face of the earth and the world would probably be a better place. I am not doing this next year. No amount of guilt, no amount of tears is getting me to go through this charade again. I'd rather stay home, eat a gluten free pizza, or whatever...and at least enjoy the day.
And then we had to cook.
What a horrible, waste of a day. Six hours later, I am home.
Just for starters, if attending a family event, don't ask questions if you aren't prepared to handle the answers. One of the attendees was Jon's cousin Whatsername. She decided to ask probing questions after noticing that I was not fawning over her not so cute walking baby. In fact, I was looking over its head wondering why the hell these people were blocking my view of Looney Tunes which was on the television because I had no interest in them at all, having met them before and found them boring.
Whatsername asked why we don't have kids.
I said it was because I hate them.
She was taken aback, but just had to keep digging away. "Well, why?"
"I don't know," I said. "I just always have. Even when I was a kid myself." Feeling insulted, I added, "I'd rather blow my own brains out than raise a poo making spawn that is basically a human parasite for at least 18 years."
I know this struck a nerve particularly because Whatsername might just have turned 18. She has an 18 month old. Dropped out of high school. Is sponging off her parents and the State of Michigan and so is her Baby Daddy. Yep. They are BOTH unemployed spongers that are getting money for bringing a life into the world accidentally. I already knew the back story here...figured I may as well insult her since she'd already insulted me.
Nosy bitch.
And still, this wasn't enough.
Whatsername asked, "Do you have siblings that have children?"
"Oh yes," I said, "my brother now has a 6 or 7 month old. He's dead to me now. I probably won't really see him again until its moved out of their house." I was quiet for a moment before adding, "he really didn't want kids either, you see...but now he has one. But at least now that he has one, he takes care of it." (Not all of this is exactly the truth, but ask rude questions, get lies.)
Whatsername finally decided she'd had enough and left me alone. I kind of wondered where she went because its a small house and there was nowhere to run or I'd have run away long before...just to be less crowded.
What she did was run to Jon and tell him that I hate kids like this was broadcast news. He's known me for five years. Three years before we got married and two years since. He knew I didn't like kids for three years before our wedding. He thought it an odd statement until I told him she'd pissed me off and what I'd been saying to her. Then he laughed and said he didn't care what I said to "that skank."
We left all our stuff there. Jon says he'll get it tomorrow. It's the first holiday meal that I've gone home hungry. I made soup. It was the only edible thing. Green bean casserole: wheat. Stuffing: more wheat. Pies: wheat, wheat, wheat. Mashed potatoes: not wheat, but I don't like them really. Turkey, yuck. Ham, kind of yuck, but better than turkey...just depends who is cutting off the gross fatty bits. So I am still hungry. Rather be hungry than pissed off all damn day. I couldn't get drunk enough to NOT be angry and claustrophic. I really think the anger voids the alcohol's effectiveness.
The only people I could stand: Jon, his sister's family, and Jon's parents, and a guy named Tommy. Everyone else could fall off the face of the earth and the world would probably be a better place. I am not doing this next year. No amount of guilt, no amount of tears is getting me to go through this charade again. I'd rather stay home, eat a gluten free pizza, or whatever...and at least enjoy the day.
Day of Purgatory: Part the First
So far on this day of purgatory I have only managed three hours of sleep in between nightmares of recovering the store and front facing the store. For those of you who don't know what this means, it means eternally cleaning up after slobs who will hopefully buy things and spend money, but whose sole joy in life seems to be relocating objects and in general thrashing the store instead of buying things. Dreaming about work annoyed me enough that I was unable to return to sleep.
And then, when I decided, at 6 am, that I would like to try to go back to sleep...Fat Kitty decided to yowl for breakfast. She never gets fed until at least 8 or 9...or 10 at the latest so I am not sure why she randomly decided that she must sporadically yowl for two hours while I am trying to sleep on my day off.
Vincent the Bunny then decided it was time for his morning laps and bunny play time. Usually I am able to sleep through this, since he is the quietest furry friend in the house but with all the yowling...um, no.
Then it started, snores that could be heard on the next block. I tried rolling Jon over, poking and prodding him, but to no avail. The snoring would not stop.
Doggles decided to whine at me because he wanted out. Oh, no, now the damn dogs are in on the conspiracy!
So I gave up. I got up, let the dogs out. Fed the cats at a normal time. And wondered why all the things were so annoying this morning.
Then I remembered today was Thanksgiving. Yep. It's a holiday I seldom enjoy, if ever. Full of have-tos and grouchy bloated people. The day where I am usually only thankful for leaving the meal at a place I didn't want to go but was somehow tricked by guilt and the promise of free food and so got myself into the hum-drum situation in the first place.
And, yet again, I have been guilted into a dinner at a place where I don't want to spend more than an hour. That should always be my first clue. Just say no to dinners at places that make you uncomfortable. Yes, I know its dinner...and free food...but just say no. But the mother in law crying about how its her birthday AND Thanksgiving made me agree. Did I mention she has recently become mentally unstable? So, I am not much looking forward to any of the events that will be happening today.
This will be Jon's family's first Thanksgiving without their Mom/Mother-in-law/Aunt/Grandma Helen. And Jon's dad is cooking....Jon is worried about that. He said he's going to have to help, but he's still sleeping. This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
To be Continued after the dinner....
And then, when I decided, at 6 am, that I would like to try to go back to sleep...Fat Kitty decided to yowl for breakfast. She never gets fed until at least 8 or 9...or 10 at the latest so I am not sure why she randomly decided that she must sporadically yowl for two hours while I am trying to sleep on my day off.
Vincent the Bunny then decided it was time for his morning laps and bunny play time. Usually I am able to sleep through this, since he is the quietest furry friend in the house but with all the yowling...um, no.
Then it started, snores that could be heard on the next block. I tried rolling Jon over, poking and prodding him, but to no avail. The snoring would not stop.
Doggles decided to whine at me because he wanted out. Oh, no, now the damn dogs are in on the conspiracy!
So I gave up. I got up, let the dogs out. Fed the cats at a normal time. And wondered why all the things were so annoying this morning.
Then I remembered today was Thanksgiving. Yep. It's a holiday I seldom enjoy, if ever. Full of have-tos and grouchy bloated people. The day where I am usually only thankful for leaving the meal at a place I didn't want to go but was somehow tricked by guilt and the promise of free food and so got myself into the hum-drum situation in the first place.
And, yet again, I have been guilted into a dinner at a place where I don't want to spend more than an hour. That should always be my first clue. Just say no to dinners at places that make you uncomfortable. Yes, I know its dinner...and free food...but just say no. But the mother in law crying about how its her birthday AND Thanksgiving made me agree. Did I mention she has recently become mentally unstable? So, I am not much looking forward to any of the events that will be happening today.
This will be Jon's family's first Thanksgiving without their Mom/Mother-in-law/Aunt/Grandma Helen. And Jon's dad is cooking....Jon is worried about that. He said he's going to have to help, but he's still sleeping. This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.
To be Continued after the dinner....
Sunday, November 18, 2012
The bad kind of excitement
This week was full of...excitement...the bad kind.
I learned, only because of Jon's friend Levon, that an acquaintance had been beaten in his own home, dragged a mile down the road an executed because someone owed him $10,000. Okay, I know this wasn't exactly a stand up citizen and I also didn't particularly like him, but am upset and disturbed that this happened so near our house. I was equally upset that Jon had no plans to enlighten me even though he and Levon had apparently located the story on the internet and a friend of theirs had attended the funeral. I, however, can not find the news story. Maybe it is my natural ineptness with research, I don't know. I do know that I suck equally at resume writing probably because I hate logical past times.
Our laptop took a fatal fall. I was much less upset about losing the laptop than violent crime so near the house, understandably. We have since remedied the problem by buying a new one which appears more durable. It was cheaper than the original anyway. Computers and televisions, they keep getting cheaper. He chose an older model because he prefers Windows 7. I told him get whatever he likes. I really only use the computer to pay bills and for recreational use like keeping in touch with family five hours away and lustfully shopping for things I don't need or cannot afford.
Jon's Jeep was broken into and thrashed while it sat in front of our house. They took his prescription safety glasses, of all things. His eyes are so bad I think anyone else wearing them would walk off a freeway overpass without realizing. Luckily, he found them abandoned on the next street over. It's agitating. The damn Jeep doesn't lock because of rust issues...it is old and well-traveled...but there wasn't a damn thing in it worth more than those glasses...and only worth a lot to one person.
My friend's father in law was in a bad car accident. The truck is undriveable but he is okay. He is a nice man.
Today, however, has been pretty great. We ate at the Indian restraunt Ruth and Joe found. Mmmmm, tasty. And we went to a couple of antique malls. We ended up putting a wild orange high back chair on layaway to be picked up after Jon gets paid next Friday. It was $100 but is sturdy and sits really really nice. It's worth it. People don't make furniture that solid anymore. I think it may be from the late 60s or the 70s sometime. Not really good with dating furniture of that age. But, it will look nice with my wall color. The plan is to search for a second chair, and a small table to set between them and get rid of the smelly couch Shane gave us. Emma (our dog) who sometimes believes she is a kitty, stands on the back of the overly poofed couch to bark at people and has made a lot of the stitching let loose. I don't care because the thing smells weird...like rank body odor sometimes and has ever since we've had it.
I learned, only because of Jon's friend Levon, that an acquaintance had been beaten in his own home, dragged a mile down the road an executed because someone owed him $10,000. Okay, I know this wasn't exactly a stand up citizen and I also didn't particularly like him, but am upset and disturbed that this happened so near our house. I was equally upset that Jon had no plans to enlighten me even though he and Levon had apparently located the story on the internet and a friend of theirs had attended the funeral. I, however, can not find the news story. Maybe it is my natural ineptness with research, I don't know. I do know that I suck equally at resume writing probably because I hate logical past times.
Our laptop took a fatal fall. I was much less upset about losing the laptop than violent crime so near the house, understandably. We have since remedied the problem by buying a new one which appears more durable. It was cheaper than the original anyway. Computers and televisions, they keep getting cheaper. He chose an older model because he prefers Windows 7. I told him get whatever he likes. I really only use the computer to pay bills and for recreational use like keeping in touch with family five hours away and lustfully shopping for things I don't need or cannot afford.
Jon's Jeep was broken into and thrashed while it sat in front of our house. They took his prescription safety glasses, of all things. His eyes are so bad I think anyone else wearing them would walk off a freeway overpass without realizing. Luckily, he found them abandoned on the next street over. It's agitating. The damn Jeep doesn't lock because of rust issues...it is old and well-traveled...but there wasn't a damn thing in it worth more than those glasses...and only worth a lot to one person.
My friend's father in law was in a bad car accident. The truck is undriveable but he is okay. He is a nice man.
Today, however, has been pretty great. We ate at the Indian restraunt Ruth and Joe found. Mmmmm, tasty. And we went to a couple of antique malls. We ended up putting a wild orange high back chair on layaway to be picked up after Jon gets paid next Friday. It was $100 but is sturdy and sits really really nice. It's worth it. People don't make furniture that solid anymore. I think it may be from the late 60s or the 70s sometime. Not really good with dating furniture of that age. But, it will look nice with my wall color. The plan is to search for a second chair, and a small table to set between them and get rid of the smelly couch Shane gave us. Emma (our dog) who sometimes believes she is a kitty, stands on the back of the overly poofed couch to bark at people and has made a lot of the stitching let loose. I don't care because the thing smells weird...like rank body odor sometimes and has ever since we've had it.
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