Yeah, I was writing at one point as a juror but...that will be later..who cares? Those episodes will surely be entangled in my current writings as I see fit..but move one. Ok....many things have happened in the year or more since I last written and those as well will also filter in to what I am writing. But today?....today.
Today was just, wow....when your own mother disrespects your wishes regarding YOUR OWN kids...something is so definitely wrong. My youngest boy is 17, almost 18 but the last time I looked, he is still a minor. Meaning: I make the decisions. I will take all arguments into consideration, all..........dismiss the ones that I believe are ridiculous and seriously think about the ones that are credible.
My son's hair is way down to his butt.....yes, he does look like Jesus or at the very least, one of the Apostles.....or in modern day history, Jim Morrison........and????? I did have a huge problem with his decision to GROW his hair to this ridiculous length. But today, he decided that he was going to cut it of.f...all off..buzz the hell out of it.....like he was signing up to fight in a so wrong war in such a corrupt country.....or FOR such a corrupt county (or current administration). I do still believe in the first amendment of Freedom of Speech.....actually, originally, that was our third amendment but the first two were not ratified so that one became our first.....and I kept telling my mom, please do not do it....please.
So, she cuts it off....fine and I am going to donate that huge, thick pony tail to our Shriner's hospital so someone who can benefit from it.......and she cuts it......(she once was a hair dresser...excellent hairdresser)......and that boy, young man, looked so handsome. He has these very high cheekbones....so do I and so does his father........I mean, he has the most beautiful bone structure plus these piercing blue...saphire blue eyes.....he's gorgeous.....and this hair cut made him look even more beautiful and I think that is what bothered him (pretty boy) because..........he decided to shave his hair.......like G.I. hair.......and that is when it went south and I had to leave.
He comes home, shaved hair and she knicks the back and he has a huge bald spot.....excellent hairdresser but horrible barber. What really bothers me is that she could not nor would not tell him NO! NO, I won't do this. No, I won't shave your hair, you may regret this. No, I will not disrespect your mother's wishes.......Perhaps, she may be right in saying that you should leave the hair cut and that if your do not like it tomorrow, or even the next day, go to a BARBER and have him shave it. Just sleep on it. Give yourself some time to think and not be so impulsive........you are going from one extreme to another. Give yourself some time to think before making this decision.
This is the same woman, mother that gave her son a mohawk back in the late 80's and bitched about it.......the same woman who bleaches my older boy's hair blonde.....ok......his hair is brown and both of his parents have very dark brown hair......and buys him products to spike it like the freaking Statue of Liberty......AND complains about it.
AND................if someone ever calls me an enabler ever again in this life time, I will seriously have to hurt him or her........seriously. I will have to have a little chat with he, my mother that is, tomorrow........WTF? Why would someone do this???? I gave my boy a lesson on disrespecting others when he cussed about her NOT shaving it off in the first place........I believe that was totally misdirected. I need to have a chat with mi mamma about disrespecting MY feelings...........yeah, I can sound like a spoiled baby....but last time I looked, damn it......I, yes I gave birth to the two monsters, damn it!
Thank you for listening to this and Ciao!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Unlucky # 7
And Jury Selection Begins
This has been one of the most brain draining experiences I have ever experienced in my life! OH MY GOD! I need to back up....I have always, for the last 20 years have always had a built in excuse to be dismissed from my civil duty as a potential juror.
Examples are as follows:
Nursing Mother
Self Employed (hard ship...don't work.....don't get paid)
Broken Ankle (seriously, done the day before.....still don't know what is or was worse)
Sole Supporter of my Family (ex lost job and I am the bread winner)
Business owner (Jury? or Run and Opperate a business?)
I literally wrote the above way back in October. Yesterday was December 3rd, 2007, and I was finally discharged from.........JURY DUTY! Ugh! That experience is just one of the many reasons I have not posted lately. Damn, I had so much I wanted to say, but could not due to an oath I took.
Well, it's over, finally. It really isn't a great feeling knowing that you helped send a single mother to prison........, an ex-correctional guard. But, I have to keep in my mind that she did it to herself. She was beyond a reasonable doubt guilty of all fourteen charges.
In the next few days, I will write about my experience and being so closely tied to thirteen other people. I say thirteen other people because I am including the alternates. They are the ones that I really feel sorry for. They had to listen to over one month of testimony, etc....and then excused but told to be within fifteen minutes of the courthouse. How unfair is that? We could've really used one towards the end when one particular nut job on our pannel was so hell bent on hanging most, if not all verdicts. I will get to her later......
I honestly thought that I would be brought up on an assult charge yesterday, but I remained calm. My fellow jurors were betting that at the very least, I would be held in contemp. Long story short: I blew up at her right before lunch and walked out........I think that is what saved my ass from a potential assult charge.
More to follow!
Ciao,
angie
This has been one of the most brain draining experiences I have ever experienced in my life! OH MY GOD! I need to back up....I have always, for the last 20 years have always had a built in excuse to be dismissed from my civil duty as a potential juror.
Examples are as follows:
Nursing Mother
Self Employed (hard ship...don't work.....don't get paid)
Broken Ankle (seriously, done the day before.....still don't know what is or was worse)
Sole Supporter of my Family (ex lost job and I am the bread winner)
Business owner (Jury? or Run and Opperate a business?)
I literally wrote the above way back in October. Yesterday was December 3rd, 2007, and I was finally discharged from.........JURY DUTY! Ugh! That experience is just one of the many reasons I have not posted lately. Damn, I had so much I wanted to say, but could not due to an oath I took.
Well, it's over, finally. It really isn't a great feeling knowing that you helped send a single mother to prison........, an ex-correctional guard. But, I have to keep in my mind that she did it to herself. She was beyond a reasonable doubt guilty of all fourteen charges.
In the next few days, I will write about my experience and being so closely tied to thirteen other people. I say thirteen other people because I am including the alternates. They are the ones that I really feel sorry for. They had to listen to over one month of testimony, etc....and then excused but told to be within fifteen minutes of the courthouse. How unfair is that? We could've really used one towards the end when one particular nut job on our pannel was so hell bent on hanging most, if not all verdicts. I will get to her later......
I honestly thought that I would be brought up on an assult charge yesterday, but I remained calm. My fellow jurors were betting that at the very least, I would be held in contemp. Long story short: I blew up at her right before lunch and walked out........I think that is what saved my ass from a potential assult charge.
More to follow!
Ciao,
angie
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
A Day Too Late
I know it's not Monday, it is actally Tuesday.........night. But, I wanted to partake in Missy's Monday Memme. Check out Missy's Big Fish Stories. She's an excellent writer and a wonderful woman!
1). WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
That's a tough one.......let's seee.....my "pen" name is chosen by myself in memory of my favorite aunt. The Z part is my grandmother's maiden name. My given name? It is Italian, not named after anyone, but now there are a zillion of us in my family. Kinda like when I attend family reunions, which are either funerals or weddings and someone yells: Tony or Joe and about 80% of the males attending answer. Yeah, that is now me.......my name......the generic female name in my family. Only thing is I was the first! He!
2). WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Oh, about 10 minutes ago and decided it would be more productive to write as opposed to cry.
3). DO YOU LIKE YOU HANDWRITING?
Yeah, it's fine, but some may disagree.....somewhat big and foo-foo.
4). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Turkey.
5). DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Yes, two boys....or supposedly 2 young men....supposedly.
6).IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Yes, at least I'm loyal and pretty honest.
7). DO YOU USE SARCASM?
In the older days I would have answered that question with: Is the Pope Polish? But, that no longer applies. I think sarcasm helps me greatly to get through each day. So, yes.....I partake in sarcasm, regularly.
8). DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes
9). WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Oh, HELL no! I have a terrible fear of heights! NO WAY JOSE`!
10). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I don't eat cereal, lactose issues and soy milk is for coffee only. It once was granola or some other tutty, fruity, nutty, healthy stuff. Oh, I did like Rasin Bran also......POST.
11). DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No, don't really own shoes with laces.
12). DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Yes, and getting stronger everyday! Thank you God for giving me back me!
13). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
See question # 10. If I could eat it, I would choose Dark Chocolate.......and in the Gelato form. But, I do eat Sorbetto...Sorbet, whatever.
14). WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Their eyes and if they look me in my eyes and their body language.
15). RED OR PINK?
Most definitely RED! My favorite color.
16). WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
My stubborness.
17). WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
My Aunt. I really miss our 3 hour telephone conversations. She was even more talkative and long-winded than I. Perhaps, a cultural thing? Maybe.
18).DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
That is kinda their choice.
19). WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Well.........pink capri sweats and barefoot count? It's Tuesday night.........a day late and I hate wearing shoes in the house.
20). WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Wor wonton soup. My fish was still frozen, so I ordered Chinese. Tomorrow is another day.
21). WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO NOW?
My son text messaging someone and some lame ass movie.
22). IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Red.
23). FAVORITE SMELLS?
Rain, lavender,the smell of freshly baked bread, coffee and the wierd one? Garlic and sauteed peppers. It's comforting. I would have to throw Spaghetti sauce simmering away in the mix as well. Childhoold comfort smells.
24). WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Sweetie.
25). DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Well, she really didn't send it to me, but yes, I like her a lot. She's a great person!
26). FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
UGH!!!!!! I am a basketball widow, damn it! So none! Ok....that would be a lie. I acually like watching sports, I do. I just can get sick of them, quickly! I like basketball because we have a pro team and, well, it is exciting. Pro men AND women. I do like football and have watched a few pre-season games thus far. I am a Raider's fan (used to live in the East Bay) and Sweetie is a 49er fan (born in SF) . We had fun watching the pre-season game between the two. Too bad the Raider's lost and I had to hear Sweetie gloat all night. I proably will take more of an interest in baseball as the season ends. I did get to watch Barry Bonds beat the record.
27). HAIR COLOR?
Dark Brown some say black...........it's dark brown.
28). EYE COLOR?
green
29). DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Sometimes
30). FAVORITE FOOD?
Anything from the sea, water.
31). SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Happy endings
32). LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
I almost answered that incorrectly. I forgot. I just watched the ultimate in ChickFlicks........"Fried Green Tomatoes." I do really like/love that movie. Great story and characters.
33). WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
Pink
34). SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter. I am probably the only living creature alive other than the nocturnal that loves when it gets darker earlier (hey, my kids come home earlier) and there is something nice and cozy warm simmering on my stove and I can sleep so comfortably under my down blanket! Yes, I am getting Fall fever.
35). HUGS OR KISSES?
Both, but probably a hug seeing it is more acceptable and easier to accomplish. In reality? Depending on who the recipient is.
36). FAVORITE DESSERT?
I hate to say it but I really don't eat sweets. If I do, it is a three-way tie between: Carrot Cake, Flan and Cheesecake. And, not neccessarily in that order.
37). MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
I don't own a crystal ball. It will be the element of surprise!
1). WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
That's a tough one.......let's seee.....my "pen" name is chosen by myself in memory of my favorite aunt. The Z part is my grandmother's maiden name. My given name? It is Italian, not named after anyone, but now there are a zillion of us in my family. Kinda like when I attend family reunions, which are either funerals or weddings and someone yells: Tony or Joe and about 80% of the males attending answer. Yeah, that is now me.......my name......the generic female name in my family. Only thing is I was the first! He!
2). WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
Oh, about 10 minutes ago and decided it would be more productive to write as opposed to cry.
3). DO YOU LIKE YOU HANDWRITING?
Yeah, it's fine, but some may disagree.....somewhat big and foo-foo.
4). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Turkey.
5). DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Yes, two boys....or supposedly 2 young men....supposedly.
6).IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
Yes, at least I'm loyal and pretty honest.
7). DO YOU USE SARCASM?
In the older days I would have answered that question with: Is the Pope Polish? But, that no longer applies. I think sarcasm helps me greatly to get through each day. So, yes.....I partake in sarcasm, regularly.
8). DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes
9). WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Oh, HELL no! I have a terrible fear of heights! NO WAY JOSE`!
10). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
I don't eat cereal, lactose issues and soy milk is for coffee only. It once was granola or some other tutty, fruity, nutty, healthy stuff. Oh, I did like Rasin Bran also......POST.
11). DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
No, don't really own shoes with laces.
12). DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Yes, and getting stronger everyday! Thank you God for giving me back me!
13). WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
See question # 10. If I could eat it, I would choose Dark Chocolate.......and in the Gelato form. But, I do eat Sorbetto...Sorbet, whatever.
14). WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Their eyes and if they look me in my eyes and their body language.
15). RED OR PINK?
Most definitely RED! My favorite color.
16). WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
My stubborness.
17). WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
My Aunt. I really miss our 3 hour telephone conversations. She was even more talkative and long-winded than I. Perhaps, a cultural thing? Maybe.
18).DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
That is kinda their choice.
19). WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Well.........pink capri sweats and barefoot count? It's Tuesday night.........a day late and I hate wearing shoes in the house.
20). WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Wor wonton soup. My fish was still frozen, so I ordered Chinese. Tomorrow is another day.
21). WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO NOW?
My son text messaging someone and some lame ass movie.
22). IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Red.
23). FAVORITE SMELLS?
Rain, lavender,the smell of freshly baked bread, coffee and the wierd one? Garlic and sauteed peppers. It's comforting. I would have to throw Spaghetti sauce simmering away in the mix as well. Childhoold comfort smells.
24). WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Sweetie.
25). DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Well, she really didn't send it to me, but yes, I like her a lot. She's a great person!
26). FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
UGH!!!!!! I am a basketball widow, damn it! So none! Ok....that would be a lie. I acually like watching sports, I do. I just can get sick of them, quickly! I like basketball because we have a pro team and, well, it is exciting. Pro men AND women. I do like football and have watched a few pre-season games thus far. I am a Raider's fan (used to live in the East Bay) and Sweetie is a 49er fan (born in SF) . We had fun watching the pre-season game between the two. Too bad the Raider's lost and I had to hear Sweetie gloat all night. I proably will take more of an interest in baseball as the season ends. I did get to watch Barry Bonds beat the record.
27). HAIR COLOR?
Dark Brown some say black...........it's dark brown.
28). EYE COLOR?
green
29). DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Sometimes
30). FAVORITE FOOD?
Anything from the sea, water.
31). SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Happy endings
32). LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
I almost answered that incorrectly. I forgot. I just watched the ultimate in ChickFlicks........"Fried Green Tomatoes." I do really like/love that movie. Great story and characters.
33). WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
Pink
34). SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter. I am probably the only living creature alive other than the nocturnal that loves when it gets darker earlier (hey, my kids come home earlier) and there is something nice and cozy warm simmering on my stove and I can sleep so comfortably under my down blanket! Yes, I am getting Fall fever.
35). HUGS OR KISSES?
Both, but probably a hug seeing it is more acceptable and easier to accomplish. In reality? Depending on who the recipient is.
36). FAVORITE DESSERT?
I hate to say it but I really don't eat sweets. If I do, it is a three-way tie between: Carrot Cake, Flan and Cheesecake. And, not neccessarily in that order.
37). MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
I don't own a crystal ball. It will be the element of surprise!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
It's Been a Long, Long Time
Sure has.....July, Wow....Last time I wrote anything on this blog. I've had a lot that could actually been put down on paper but just have not felt complelled to write. So, I think I will do a nut-shell thing. This will be a great challenge, (seeing I'm somewhat long-winded and all) and puting anything in a "Nut-shell" just kinda goes against my nature. But, I will try.
The last month has brought about so many changes and realizations. I'm at home, not working.........yeah, I am, still catering, but not actually physically leaving my house to go to a place of business. That's stange. I'm here with my boyz and I really think we have now seriously exhausted eachother of ourselves. School starts next week and I am going to tap dance in the street! Get them outta here! But, that is not to say that I've not had some, many moments, of enjoyment and happiness. I am so thankful to have them and the time we've spent together. Geting closer even if so many hurdles have been placed. Just jump over them and go to the next.
The beginning of the month started with a fairly lucrative catering job, which............and this is a big which........I hired my ex-husband's, jazz band to play. Yeah........Well, the "host" of this party asked me if I knew of a good jazz band.....and, unforunately, I do........yes, we did this "gig" together, which (little which) worked out fine. It was before this gig that didn't work out so fine.
As I was preparing their food, boy number 2 confessed to me his true feelings about his father. They weren't good. In fact, I cried. I got to hear his pent up anger/frustration and hate (his words) towards his father. It broke my heart and I always knew, that eventually this would happen. I can only hold my ex responsible for this matter. He is the one who did an about face in their lives and basically traded them in for Sugar Mamma. I've been telling him for over the last year that this would eventually happen, but who am I? Remember, according to him?: I'm just completely nuts.....or.....unstable......the polite form. Either way? It still broke my heart! I hate what my divorce...our divorce.....has done to my kids.
Speaking of Sugar Mamma.........I gotta to meet her! What a piece of work. She's very attractive...very. But? She seriously has no personality and completely lacks any and all social graces. I went to a party that some mutual friends of both my ex's and mine were having. There she comes all up-scale, fake boob, porn-star lookng. Is there such a thing as an upscale, porn-star? Seriously. It's basically her age that leads to her attractiveness. When I'm 50, I hope I still look that good......in a sort of fake kinda way.......not!
She sat on my girlfriend's porch swing and would not talk to anyone. No one. Exept, she found it quite entertaining or amusing to evesdrop on whatever I was talking about at the next table. Everytime she thought that my back was turned, she would turn towards the table I was sitting at and strain to hear what I was talking about. Sweetie would turn towards her direction and just glare at her. He busted her all night. I just love him. He does have my back!
The next week? I was with boy#1 and I ran into another friend who never knew the connection. She finally figured out that my ex was my son's dad and went on and on and on about what she thought was my son's step mom. She told my son she felt so sorry for him because "that woman is so awful". They call her "Scarecrow". Scarecrow.......Sugar Mamma.......same thing.
Best compliment of my life will always be when my ex told me that Scarecrow/Sugar Mamma and I are "Polar Opposites".. Thank you, and yes there is a God. And thank he/she for giving me a personality AND a sense of humor!
A couple of days later? Boy#2 and his father went to blows in MY house! Boy#2's anger, frustration, etc.........came to fruition and I had to call the police. That was a joy. I reuse to ever allow myself to be harmed breaking up a physical fight between two grown men, that, I might add.....are a hell of lot bigger than I am!!!!!!! Police did not show until I left, to go get my severly damaged glasses fixed........Two fucking hours later! They told me I need to file a restraining order against my ex. HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.......let's see..........my words? And I quote: You know? My only agenda here is to PROMOTE a relationship WITH their father as opposed to push him further away. What does a restaining order do????? PUSH him even further away! Mandatory counseling would be a better option to a restraining order! (That would be tooooooo logical).
Ex? Sprained (poor baby) finger.........Boy#2? Bruised arm............... Real good............"MEN"!
Boy#2 turned 17 last week. Ok...........now act like a man since you so desparately want to be treated in that manner.
Sweetie? Well...........he's working about 12-16 hour days. I barely get to see him. Accorrding to him, he's doing all of this for me. That's another part that breaks my heart. He's moving in with us the beginning of the year and wants a bunch of money, in the bank, to re-do my loan. Ok........yeah, I can appreciate that and am very greatful. However, I just want your extra time and your...........kiss. I don't want someone who falls asleep at 8:30 at night.
Another challenge/hurdle of the month? I found out that I've had no homeowners insurance on my home for the last three months. Ex-man decided to "let it lapse." It's not his house, so why bother, why care? Another legal issue that is being addressed. But, I've over-come that one by only blaming me. I always took care of those "little" things.......then, I threw in the towel, stupidly, and handed the reigns to him. That's been rectified and a new policy has been issued and placed into effect under an emergency situatiion. The positive? Again, these are the signs in life that tell me, for real, that there is truly a God and that I have one hell of a Guardian Angel who is sincerely working overtime!
I'm going back to school in September...........and?????? I'm working on my third, yes, third interview with a local paper. It's a very, very......liberal, weekly rag.......that I'm very excited about. It will be mostly advertising, with??????? some writing. And the pay is good, the benefits are good, it's all good.
But? I've got to get a manicure and soon. If there are any typos.....it's not me. Well, it is.......but not me really. I've got to get these long-ass nails cut! Tomorrow......providing there are not any major hurdles to jump! So much fo he nut-shell.....not going to happen. Oh, that just reminded me about watching a squirell die Sunday. That was just painful. Nah.....alls I'm going to say is that was just cruel.......he fell out of a tree in front of my parents' house and I hate to watch anything suffer. We'll just leave that one be. I need to continually remind myself that I can not controll everything and that shit will happen. Just learn from it and move on.
Ciao,
Angie
The last month has brought about so many changes and realizations. I'm at home, not working.........yeah, I am, still catering, but not actually physically leaving my house to go to a place of business. That's stange. I'm here with my boyz and I really think we have now seriously exhausted eachother of ourselves. School starts next week and I am going to tap dance in the street! Get them outta here! But, that is not to say that I've not had some, many moments, of enjoyment and happiness. I am so thankful to have them and the time we've spent together. Geting closer even if so many hurdles have been placed. Just jump over them and go to the next.
The beginning of the month started with a fairly lucrative catering job, which............and this is a big which........I hired my ex-husband's, jazz band to play. Yeah........Well, the "host" of this party asked me if I knew of a good jazz band.....and, unforunately, I do........yes, we did this "gig" together, which (little which) worked out fine. It was before this gig that didn't work out so fine.
As I was preparing their food, boy number 2 confessed to me his true feelings about his father. They weren't good. In fact, I cried. I got to hear his pent up anger/frustration and hate (his words) towards his father. It broke my heart and I always knew, that eventually this would happen. I can only hold my ex responsible for this matter. He is the one who did an about face in their lives and basically traded them in for Sugar Mamma. I've been telling him for over the last year that this would eventually happen, but who am I? Remember, according to him?: I'm just completely nuts.....or.....unstable......the polite form. Either way? It still broke my heart! I hate what my divorce...our divorce.....has done to my kids.
Speaking of Sugar Mamma.........I gotta to meet her! What a piece of work. She's very attractive...very. But? She seriously has no personality and completely lacks any and all social graces. I went to a party that some mutual friends of both my ex's and mine were having. There she comes all up-scale, fake boob, porn-star lookng. Is there such a thing as an upscale, porn-star? Seriously. It's basically her age that leads to her attractiveness. When I'm 50, I hope I still look that good......in a sort of fake kinda way.......not!
She sat on my girlfriend's porch swing and would not talk to anyone. No one. Exept, she found it quite entertaining or amusing to evesdrop on whatever I was talking about at the next table. Everytime she thought that my back was turned, she would turn towards the table I was sitting at and strain to hear what I was talking about. Sweetie would turn towards her direction and just glare at her. He busted her all night. I just love him. He does have my back!
The next week? I was with boy#1 and I ran into another friend who never knew the connection. She finally figured out that my ex was my son's dad and went on and on and on about what she thought was my son's step mom. She told my son she felt so sorry for him because "that woman is so awful". They call her "Scarecrow". Scarecrow.......Sugar Mamma.......same thing.
Best compliment of my life will always be when my ex told me that Scarecrow/Sugar Mamma and I are "Polar Opposites".. Thank you, and yes there is a God. And thank he/she for giving me a personality AND a sense of humor!
A couple of days later? Boy#2 and his father went to blows in MY house! Boy#2's anger, frustration, etc.........came to fruition and I had to call the police. That was a joy. I reuse to ever allow myself to be harmed breaking up a physical fight between two grown men, that, I might add.....are a hell of lot bigger than I am!!!!!!! Police did not show until I left, to go get my severly damaged glasses fixed........Two fucking hours later! They told me I need to file a restraining order against my ex. HMMMMMMMMMMMMM.......let's see..........my words? And I quote: You know? My only agenda here is to PROMOTE a relationship WITH their father as opposed to push him further away. What does a restaining order do????? PUSH him even further away! Mandatory counseling would be a better option to a restraining order! (That would be tooooooo logical).
Ex? Sprained (poor baby) finger.........Boy#2? Bruised arm............... Real good............"MEN"!
Boy#2 turned 17 last week. Ok...........now act like a man since you so desparately want to be treated in that manner.
Sweetie? Well...........he's working about 12-16 hour days. I barely get to see him. Accorrding to him, he's doing all of this for me. That's another part that breaks my heart. He's moving in with us the beginning of the year and wants a bunch of money, in the bank, to re-do my loan. Ok........yeah, I can appreciate that and am very greatful. However, I just want your extra time and your...........kiss. I don't want someone who falls asleep at 8:30 at night.
Another challenge/hurdle of the month? I found out that I've had no homeowners insurance on my home for the last three months. Ex-man decided to "let it lapse." It's not his house, so why bother, why care? Another legal issue that is being addressed. But, I've over-come that one by only blaming me. I always took care of those "little" things.......then, I threw in the towel, stupidly, and handed the reigns to him. That's been rectified and a new policy has been issued and placed into effect under an emergency situatiion. The positive? Again, these are the signs in life that tell me, for real, that there is truly a God and that I have one hell of a Guardian Angel who is sincerely working overtime!
I'm going back to school in September...........and?????? I'm working on my third, yes, third interview with a local paper. It's a very, very......liberal, weekly rag.......that I'm very excited about. It will be mostly advertising, with??????? some writing. And the pay is good, the benefits are good, it's all good.
But? I've got to get a manicure and soon. If there are any typos.....it's not me. Well, it is.......but not me really. I've got to get these long-ass nails cut! Tomorrow......providing there are not any major hurdles to jump! So much fo he nut-shell.....not going to happen. Oh, that just reminded me about watching a squirell die Sunday. That was just painful. Nah.....alls I'm going to say is that was just cruel.......he fell out of a tree in front of my parents' house and I hate to watch anything suffer. We'll just leave that one be. I need to continually remind myself that I can not controll everything and that shit will happen. Just learn from it and move on.
Ciao,
Angie
Friday, July 27, 2007
Open Rant......Pissed off, Again
An open rant, again, to all of those who have pissed me off the last couple of weeks:
Let's begin with the ditzy, young blonde girl at the Spanish restaurant:
"Do you have an accent?" (she asks me this) "Not that I am aware of," I answer. But, thank you for noticing that I don't speak like you. ( I am thinking this to myself and out loud to Sweetie). I don't talk like a typical California, Valley Girl. I don't find this manner of speak cute, amusing or in anyway flattering. Everything spoken sounds like a question. It's kinda hard to explain. But's it's this "up-speak" sing song tone that sounds like one perpetual question. See the movie, "Clueless." As if?!
Oh, and btw......water comes at the beginning of a meal, or better yet........as you seat me. Not at the end when I have purse and keys in hand and am ready to vacate this wonderful dining experience. Same goes for the salad I ordered. I know Italians eat salad at the end of a meal, but here in America, we eat it first. I know you work for a Spanish restaurant and kinda similar to Italian, but still..........you are about as "Spanish" as I am. Salad first.........entree.......second.
Just curious........? Did you find the $100 bill that blew away from you because you could not figure out that we were sitting outside and that we have sea breezes at night and perhaps you should have held on to it instead of just letting it blow? Yeah, I know......not your problem, you don't own the cafe. And not like you will make this your life-long career. I am sure rocket science or neurosurgery is what you are really trying to persue.
Oh, yuppie, rude dude at Safeway. Was that a request to go ahead of me in line because you were running late to the movies? It sounded more like a statement. Even the checker picked up on that. Your candy bars were on special but she didn't tell you that part because of your rudeness. I know. Your time and interests are a hell of a lot more important than mine. Just wishing maybe one of those peanuts from your Snickers bar got lodged in your throat. I bet you are one of those movied goers that leaves your cell phone on during the show. Self absorbed, yuppie, asshole!
Landlord:
Last time I looked, I still run a Caffe` and pay you rent, at least through the end of the month. Why is my Caffe` looking more like a laundermat? Get your filthy, dirty clothes out of here! What? You secretly wash them in my basin at night? And your actors??????? Tell them to dump their garbage! I am so sick of cleaning up after these slobs who can not act their way out of a bag! And?" I am so not paying the electrical bill this month! Damn, Caffe is hotter than hell but yet the "Theater" is so nice and comfortably cool for all the blue hair theater goers. No way!
Kids:
You want to be treated like adults? Act like adults! Or, at least more adult like. There is a ton of food in this house........if I am running late and you need something to "tie you over" until dinner? Figure it out! Don't call me and ask me to order you a pizza! To hell with that! And? Go clean up after your dog! I hate flies.........I've just started liking the dog, after six years....don't make me start regressing! Clean up after his destructive ass! It's your damn dog!
We won't even mention your rooms, the bathroom and all other places you mess up. Why clean this house? It only stays clean about 20 minutes on a good day. And quit using so many glasses! You would swear I ran a cafe out of my house with the amount of glasses left in the sink.
And? Boy#2???????? You must always carry your permit while driving. Especially and not limited to: When you are with your driving instructor. Don't make him come all the way back to our house because you forgot your permit. Duh! He already thinks we are nut jobs. First lesson: You forgot and were 20 minutes late. Second lesson: You forgot your permit. Third and final lesson: You were late, again!
Boy #1???????? Life is not all about your hair/image! Get over yourself! It will be very interesting when you go work for someone other than your mother. You will no longer "get" to be late (because of your hair). Those 20 minute, jack my computer breaks? That, too will be history! A free lunch? Yeah, that too........history. Maybe, just maybe........you will appreciate me just a tad more.
I am sure I can go on......I won't, promise. I am sure I will have more pissed off rants in the next few days. I need to go pack up my caffe and serve a few last lunches. Today is the last day. Sad? Yeah, but I am moving on.........And? Going out of town TONIGHT! Yes! The Wine Country, ocean and Tower of Power are all calling my name. I can hear it.......shhhh, listen......"Angie, you're going to have a great time. Perhaps, you will get lucky and lose your cell phone. Those boys can call their dad, for once. Let him deal with them. Just enjoy yourself!"
See, I told you. They are calling my name.
Ciao e tutti and have a great weekend!
Angie
Let's begin with the ditzy, young blonde girl at the Spanish restaurant:
"Do you have an accent?" (she asks me this) "Not that I am aware of," I answer. But, thank you for noticing that I don't speak like you. ( I am thinking this to myself and out loud to Sweetie). I don't talk like a typical California, Valley Girl. I don't find this manner of speak cute, amusing or in anyway flattering. Everything spoken sounds like a question. It's kinda hard to explain. But's it's this "up-speak" sing song tone that sounds like one perpetual question. See the movie, "Clueless." As if?!
Oh, and btw......water comes at the beginning of a meal, or better yet........as you seat me. Not at the end when I have purse and keys in hand and am ready to vacate this wonderful dining experience. Same goes for the salad I ordered. I know Italians eat salad at the end of a meal, but here in America, we eat it first. I know you work for a Spanish restaurant and kinda similar to Italian, but still..........you are about as "Spanish" as I am. Salad first.........entree.......second.
Just curious........? Did you find the $100 bill that blew away from you because you could not figure out that we were sitting outside and that we have sea breezes at night and perhaps you should have held on to it instead of just letting it blow? Yeah, I know......not your problem, you don't own the cafe. And not like you will make this your life-long career. I am sure rocket science or neurosurgery is what you are really trying to persue.
Oh, yuppie, rude dude at Safeway. Was that a request to go ahead of me in line because you were running late to the movies? It sounded more like a statement. Even the checker picked up on that. Your candy bars were on special but she didn't tell you that part because of your rudeness. I know. Your time and interests are a hell of a lot more important than mine. Just wishing maybe one of those peanuts from your Snickers bar got lodged in your throat. I bet you are one of those movied goers that leaves your cell phone on during the show. Self absorbed, yuppie, asshole!
Landlord:
Last time I looked, I still run a Caffe` and pay you rent, at least through the end of the month. Why is my Caffe` looking more like a laundermat? Get your filthy, dirty clothes out of here! What? You secretly wash them in my basin at night? And your actors??????? Tell them to dump their garbage! I am so sick of cleaning up after these slobs who can not act their way out of a bag! And?" I am so not paying the electrical bill this month! Damn, Caffe is hotter than hell but yet the "Theater" is so nice and comfortably cool for all the blue hair theater goers. No way!
Kids:
You want to be treated like adults? Act like adults! Or, at least more adult like. There is a ton of food in this house........if I am running late and you need something to "tie you over" until dinner? Figure it out! Don't call me and ask me to order you a pizza! To hell with that! And? Go clean up after your dog! I hate flies.........I've just started liking the dog, after six years....don't make me start regressing! Clean up after his destructive ass! It's your damn dog!
We won't even mention your rooms, the bathroom and all other places you mess up. Why clean this house? It only stays clean about 20 minutes on a good day. And quit using so many glasses! You would swear I ran a cafe out of my house with the amount of glasses left in the sink.
And? Boy#2???????? You must always carry your permit while driving. Especially and not limited to: When you are with your driving instructor. Don't make him come all the way back to our house because you forgot your permit. Duh! He already thinks we are nut jobs. First lesson: You forgot and were 20 minutes late. Second lesson: You forgot your permit. Third and final lesson: You were late, again!
Boy #1???????? Life is not all about your hair/image! Get over yourself! It will be very interesting when you go work for someone other than your mother. You will no longer "get" to be late (because of your hair). Those 20 minute, jack my computer breaks? That, too will be history! A free lunch? Yeah, that too........history. Maybe, just maybe........you will appreciate me just a tad more.
I am sure I can go on......I won't, promise. I am sure I will have more pissed off rants in the next few days. I need to go pack up my caffe and serve a few last lunches. Today is the last day. Sad? Yeah, but I am moving on.........And? Going out of town TONIGHT! Yes! The Wine Country, ocean and Tower of Power are all calling my name. I can hear it.......shhhh, listen......"Angie, you're going to have a great time. Perhaps, you will get lucky and lose your cell phone. Those boys can call their dad, for once. Let him deal with them. Just enjoy yourself!"
See, I told you. They are calling my name.
Ciao e tutti and have a great weekend!
Angie
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Can't Stray Too Far
Here it is the end of July. I haven't really written in awhile, this I know. I have a lot I could write about but really have not felt compelled enough TO write. It's wierd. I just have a lot going on.......some very good, some very bad. But, that's life. That is most definitely..........life.
The strangest thing about this month is that I am constantly losing things. Seriously. I've lost two pair of glasses this month. I mean.....c'mon.....what is up with that? Word of advise: Don't tuck glasses into your shirt/bra while loading up a vehicle for catering......bend over? They're gone!
No, they are not misplaced, they are GONE! I used to always wear contact lenses until Sweetie came along. I think he likes me looking all libranian/teacher like, because if someone doesn't comment on the 20 million strands of dark hair on my head they will usually comment on my big, green eys. I think he likes them covered by lenses 'cause, God knows, I would have to be shaven bald to cover up this bird's nest. Another July thing.......I got about 4 inches taken off of the nest! Ma? You did a great job.....curls are not frizzing, they are curls....again! And that brassy red/orange, two color thing is gone as well. Yes, darkbrown/black hair again!
Bank cards......put them down? They're gone too. Thank God........to be found shortly.....even before ordering out new ones! I swear! I just have too much on my mind. And the kids? Well, they seem to always give me back my cards when I am engrossed in something else and my attention isn't on them.....the kids AND the cards. Put them back in my wallet.....help your mother out, damn it!
Oh, nut job from Southern California.............Crazy Girl...........she's back. Filed a police report on Sunday. Next????? Restraining order. Just waiting for a dectective to get in touch with me. Yahhhhhooooooooooo!
Court dates: Yeah........got several. Teenagers should not be allowed to drive. My oldest? He's in deep shit for driving his mother's ewwwwwwwwwww new, shiny, black, sports car at a very dangerous excessive speed. Happened on my b-day, but he didn't tell me untill the following week.......didn't want to ruin my b-day, according to him.
There really is a God. Don't doubt the existence......don't. That boy surely has a Guardian Angel! He could have killed himself or someone else due to his speed. But, that isn't the court date I am referring to. The youngest......boy#2. Lost in the system for "taking" my other car, without permission/lisc........ Another indication that God exists...or that I live in a very large county and, well, he's lost and there is no record..........just go with either or both!
Ahhhhhhhh.........that's right! Friday is my last day in my caffe......enough said about that! Sadness, grief............and very busy! Catering is good, too! Well, it takes my mind off about other crap.
I won't even go into my house. Let's see......no homeowners insurance, or I may have, but ex......won't tell me.........letter from my attorney demanding all documents pertaining to my home be turned over. Oh, and I have to hire a tax attorney to get my mortage interest and property taxes........another attorney along with divorce attorney and.........attorney for boy#1 and HIS traffic shit!
Possitive? There really is a possitive to all of this. I am going out of town this weekend to see a concert............Tower of Power/David Sanbourne! They are playing here, in town on Thursday.....but FUCK that! Saturday..........Rodney Strong Vineyards........Wine Country and away from boys! Get this.......Sweetie is all about David Sanbourn.......Smooth Jazz.......Yeah.........What is Hip? Tower of Power or David Sanbourne?......paleez! Sorry, but So Very Hard To Go was a great song........David Sanbourne, yeah.......Go Sweetie! The suckie thing? They are only selling wine at the concert and Sweetie HATES wine. I guess I will be pouring out a Lipton Iced Tea to replace it with a Long Island Iced Tea. I've done worse things, mind you.........I told him I could make Sangria........i do mak a great Sangria, but I think we will go with the pouring out and replacing tea for tea thing.
See ya! Oh......and the boys have been instructed to call their grandparents if there is an emergency cause, God forbid, their father answers his phone! And? Honestly, I am only an hour-hour in a half away. Can't stray too far!
Ciao,
Angie
The strangest thing about this month is that I am constantly losing things. Seriously. I've lost two pair of glasses this month. I mean.....c'mon.....what is up with that? Word of advise: Don't tuck glasses into your shirt/bra while loading up a vehicle for catering......bend over? They're gone!
No, they are not misplaced, they are GONE! I used to always wear contact lenses until Sweetie came along. I think he likes me looking all libranian/teacher like, because if someone doesn't comment on the 20 million strands of dark hair on my head they will usually comment on my big, green eys. I think he likes them covered by lenses 'cause, God knows, I would have to be shaven bald to cover up this bird's nest. Another July thing.......I got about 4 inches taken off of the nest! Ma? You did a great job.....curls are not frizzing, they are curls....again! And that brassy red/orange, two color thing is gone as well. Yes, darkbrown/black hair again!
Bank cards......put them down? They're gone too. Thank God........to be found shortly.....even before ordering out new ones! I swear! I just have too much on my mind. And the kids? Well, they seem to always give me back my cards when I am engrossed in something else and my attention isn't on them.....the kids AND the cards. Put them back in my wallet.....help your mother out, damn it!
Oh, nut job from Southern California.............Crazy Girl...........she's back. Filed a police report on Sunday. Next????? Restraining order. Just waiting for a dectective to get in touch with me. Yahhhhhooooooooooo!
Court dates: Yeah........got several. Teenagers should not be allowed to drive. My oldest? He's in deep shit for driving his mother's ewwwwwwwwwww new, shiny, black, sports car at a very dangerous excessive speed. Happened on my b-day, but he didn't tell me untill the following week.......didn't want to ruin my b-day, according to him.
There really is a God. Don't doubt the existence......don't. That boy surely has a Guardian Angel! He could have killed himself or someone else due to his speed. But, that isn't the court date I am referring to. The youngest......boy#2. Lost in the system for "taking" my other car, without permission/lisc........ Another indication that God exists...or that I live in a very large county and, well, he's lost and there is no record..........just go with either or both!
Ahhhhhhhh.........that's right! Friday is my last day in my caffe......enough said about that! Sadness, grief............and very busy! Catering is good, too! Well, it takes my mind off about other crap.
I won't even go into my house. Let's see......no homeowners insurance, or I may have, but ex......won't tell me.........letter from my attorney demanding all documents pertaining to my home be turned over. Oh, and I have to hire a tax attorney to get my mortage interest and property taxes........another attorney along with divorce attorney and.........attorney for boy#1 and HIS traffic shit!
Possitive? There really is a possitive to all of this. I am going out of town this weekend to see a concert............Tower of Power/David Sanbourne! They are playing here, in town on Thursday.....but FUCK that! Saturday..........Rodney Strong Vineyards........Wine Country and away from boys! Get this.......Sweetie is all about David Sanbourn.......Smooth Jazz.......Yeah.........What is Hip? Tower of Power or David Sanbourne?......paleez! Sorry, but So Very Hard To Go was a great song........David Sanbourne, yeah.......Go Sweetie! The suckie thing? They are only selling wine at the concert and Sweetie HATES wine. I guess I will be pouring out a Lipton Iced Tea to replace it with a Long Island Iced Tea. I've done worse things, mind you.........I told him I could make Sangria........i do mak a great Sangria, but I think we will go with the pouring out and replacing tea for tea thing.
See ya! Oh......and the boys have been instructed to call their grandparents if there is an emergency cause, God forbid, their father answers his phone! And? Honestly, I am only an hour-hour in a half away. Can't stray too far!
Ciao,
Angie
Friday, July 6, 2007
Just Because I Know You're Dying to Know
A little bit about me:
I was born in a small town in Nevada. We moved to the East Bay area of California prior to my second birthday. Yes, my grandmother was in shambles seeing I was her first grandchild and definitely, forever, pissed at my father for taking her daughter and grand daughter to California and about 600+ miles away. At this ripe old age, I knew, for sure, that God truly existed. And, I thank him/her daily that I did not have to grow up in such a crappy, small minded place.
My other grandmother moved with us and stayed with us until she died. She was from Italy and spoke very little English. She had, oh about 18 other grand children and I happened to be the "baby" at that time, until my brother.....the boy...... came along and tore that to hell.....hehe. We used to spend many afternoons baking bread together......I never tasted "store-bought" bread until she died. We would walk up to the park and dance to Motown songs in our backyard. Also, she was the only living creature that could get me to take a nap. I hated them and was so afraid I would miss out on something if I slept. What goes around, comes around. My first son was the same way and, yeah...payback's a bitch.
We moved to the city I currently reside in when I was 4 years old. To this day, my mom does not know her way around and I know that this city has grown about 100 fold since 1968....but damn, she can't even figure out her own neighborhood! It's quite scary.
My brother was born shortly after we moved here. My world, as an only (yes, completely princess, spoiled girly-girl) came to a screeching hault one day in late April. He's pretty cool, now.....but as a little brother, he sucked as little brothers mostly do. He is named after Vince Lombardi.......the greatest football coach, according to my father, of all time. Part of my father's upper, mid-west roots followed him California. But, by the time little bro was born, my father jumped the Packer's ship for his new favorite team....the Raiders. Thank God, he didn't name my brother after Al Davis.
My family, including my own boys are Raider freaks. Everyone was so happy when they moved back to Northern California. My family, especially my father, are also very supersticious. I recieved my first lesson in "football time" when I was about 5 years old. Everytime I would come into the room to hang out with my pops, the Raider's would do something amazing. He caught on to this little sign rather quickly and decided to make me sit and watch the game, in its entirety, with him. OOOOO I was mad......and I kept asking....how much longer.....5 minutes, only 5 more minutes. Do you know how long 5 minutes is in football time? And, try making a very active 5 year old sit still that long! Torture! Hated it! But, the Raiders won and my pops accreditted me for the win.....yeah, right.
I loved elementary school but despised Jr. high and high school and did everything imaginable, exluding expolsion, to get out. I graduated early by attending college and high school at the same time. My younger boy is now doing the same. I just hated high school and especially the one I went to. My mother was under some wierd assumption that schools in the suburbs were great! They had no crime, racial tension, nor drugs.......yeah. But you had to be quite careful not to burst her rose colored bubble because that would mean Catholic school. And there was no way I was going to Catholic school, even though I sent my own kids for a greater portion of their early lives. My father, up until his senior year, attended Catholic school AND was kicked out. So, he kinda was our saving grace in that realm.....he was the subject of many nuns' pent-up frustrations and wrath. They were pretty violent and mean back in the 50's.
I always wanted to live in the Downtown area of my city since the time I was a young girl. I used to love coming down here with my father to pick up his check. Obviously, this was way before direct deposit. He would take us out to lunch and we would go look at the many old buildings and sites that were built during the Gold Rush. Shortly after my 20th birthday, I moved Downtown. I absolutely detested the conservative politics that prevailed in the suburbs and equally despised the cookie-cutter lifestyle. I always appreciated diversity and thrived on it. I love the fact that we still have "ethnic" sections of my city where you know you will find certain things. I won't even bore you with the fact that suburbs just lack character, identity and I hate chain restaurants and stores! (Excluding Macy's) No individuality nor character whatsoever!
I moved in with my boyfriend, who later became my husband. Yeah, that went over very well with my parents......NOT. My mother was going through a "liberation" phase of her life and had stated that she "hoped" that I would live with someone prior to marrying them because, well....you never fully know someone until you have lived with them. When I told them I was moving out with my boyfriend, she flipped! I thought, for sure, it would be my father doing all of the freaking out since I am the oldest, only girl and come from a fairly traditional Italian family....but, no.......it was my mother. So much for her liberation period.
I did the real dumb thing and got married when I turned 21. Yes, I am a statistic......my divorce will be final on New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve is my least favorite holiday. I find it depressing and just awful. This year, however, I am going to party like a Rock Star and I hate that saying. This year has sucked so bad and on so many levels! Enough said about that.
I had my first son shortly before I turned 24 and my second son shortly after I turned 26. If you read this a few times, I know it will make sense. My ex, youngest boy and I all celebrate our birthday's on the same day of the week. My oldest is odd-man out. This year happens to be a Friday. I just celebrated my birthday last Friday.
I rushed growing up and had to accomplish everything in a hurry. I truely have no patience. And it's wierd how this concept goes in a complete circle. I rushed everything growing up, but now wish to slow it down because it is all moving waaaayyyyy too fast. Typical Type A personality.
I don't really like the outdoors. I garden, bbq, etc.....but camping, hiking, etc...bugs! are not my thing. I've been on a few camping trips but spent more time bitching than becoming "one" with nature. I just don't get the whole concept of sleeping outdoors and on the ground. Some of us aren't wired that way. After one camping trip, my ex-husband told me that I really needed to "learn" to like these activities if not for him, but for the kids. My reply to him was: When you learn to like spending 3 hours shopping in Macy's with me, I will learn to like camping. WE never "camped" again. He took the boys with out me......Again, I truely believe there is a God!
I have a terrible fear of heights and water.......I also hate bridges. My two fears combine and become one. My worst, reoccuring nighmare always has to do with a bridge......and it really goes nowhere except down.......into the water. Yeah, that is usually the time I wake up sweating and yelling. It's a very wierd yet real dream that thankfully only happens now and then. Escalators are also becoming part of the mix. My grandmother had this strange phobia and as I am getting older, I developing it as well, very rapidly. I am now using either the stairs or elevators on my Macy's, 3 hour shopping binges.
Speaking of Macy's. Besides my mortage company and the grocery store, Macy's gets a lot of my money. I am a clothes whore and I seriously need to address this behaviour/addiction and deal with it. I no longer have anymore room for clothes. I stated my birthday was last Friday. What did I get from my kids, parents and brother? Macy's gift cards. I went shopping on the Fourth of July.....early...yes, I am being Patriotic and all. Shopping is one of America's favorite pastimes and I bought....more clothes. I did a very patriotic act that day.....I fueled our economy.
Over the past 5 years, I have been a single mom. I am not saying it has been an ideal situation but I have made the best of it because I HAVE HAD to. I have made many mistakes but have learned greatly from them. Kids do not come with Owner's Manuals and you just try and give it your best. Sometimes I feel my kids will ultimately be my early death. This is because of the worry I suffer. I am constantly worring about their well being and safety.
I have found someone who has truely made me very happy and that loves me for me. Sure, I can piss him off.........I excell at pissing people off. But, he loves me for me. I also broke one of his rules.....or should I say two of his rules. He always said he would never date a woman with a teenage son. Well, I have two. Yes, they are quite protective of their mother and I take this as a compliment, but they see that I am happy and they like Sweetie. No, he isn't trying to take the place of their own father. He only butts in when he feels it is completely neccessary and usually for my benefit.
I am closing my caffe` at the end of the month. I am going back to school in August. I was supposed to start school in April but have prolonged it due to the fact that this has been a very hard and heartbreaking decision for me to make. But, my landlord been pissing me off lately and has helped me make this decision easier. I am also trying to get on with the State of California in some capacity. My re-hab counselor (physical.........not mental.......) has told me that I will most definitely hate the position offered and that I am over-qualified, but to get on, finish my degree and move on. I know I am going to hate cubicles, gaggles of gossipy women and fattening pot lucks. Due to physical inertia, I most likely will have to join a gym. I am still going to cater parties because the money is good..........and I enjoy it...........and my kids will still be employed.
So, there you have it..........a few, long winded things about me because I know you were dying to know!
Ciao.......have a great and safe weekend,
Angie
I was born in a small town in Nevada. We moved to the East Bay area of California prior to my second birthday. Yes, my grandmother was in shambles seeing I was her first grandchild and definitely, forever, pissed at my father for taking her daughter and grand daughter to California and about 600+ miles away. At this ripe old age, I knew, for sure, that God truly existed. And, I thank him/her daily that I did not have to grow up in such a crappy, small minded place.
My other grandmother moved with us and stayed with us until she died. She was from Italy and spoke very little English. She had, oh about 18 other grand children and I happened to be the "baby" at that time, until my brother.....the boy...... came along and tore that to hell.....hehe. We used to spend many afternoons baking bread together......I never tasted "store-bought" bread until she died. We would walk up to the park and dance to Motown songs in our backyard. Also, she was the only living creature that could get me to take a nap. I hated them and was so afraid I would miss out on something if I slept. What goes around, comes around. My first son was the same way and, yeah...payback's a bitch.
We moved to the city I currently reside in when I was 4 years old. To this day, my mom does not know her way around and I know that this city has grown about 100 fold since 1968....but damn, she can't even figure out her own neighborhood! It's quite scary.
My brother was born shortly after we moved here. My world, as an only (yes, completely princess, spoiled girly-girl) came to a screeching hault one day in late April. He's pretty cool, now.....but as a little brother, he sucked as little brothers mostly do. He is named after Vince Lombardi.......the greatest football coach, according to my father, of all time. Part of my father's upper, mid-west roots followed him California. But, by the time little bro was born, my father jumped the Packer's ship for his new favorite team....the Raiders. Thank God, he didn't name my brother after Al Davis.
My family, including my own boys are Raider freaks. Everyone was so happy when they moved back to Northern California. My family, especially my father, are also very supersticious. I recieved my first lesson in "football time" when I was about 5 years old. Everytime I would come into the room to hang out with my pops, the Raider's would do something amazing. He caught on to this little sign rather quickly and decided to make me sit and watch the game, in its entirety, with him. OOOOO I was mad......and I kept asking....how much longer.....5 minutes, only 5 more minutes. Do you know how long 5 minutes is in football time? And, try making a very active 5 year old sit still that long! Torture! Hated it! But, the Raiders won and my pops accreditted me for the win.....yeah, right.
I loved elementary school but despised Jr. high and high school and did everything imaginable, exluding expolsion, to get out. I graduated early by attending college and high school at the same time. My younger boy is now doing the same. I just hated high school and especially the one I went to. My mother was under some wierd assumption that schools in the suburbs were great! They had no crime, racial tension, nor drugs.......yeah. But you had to be quite careful not to burst her rose colored bubble because that would mean Catholic school. And there was no way I was going to Catholic school, even though I sent my own kids for a greater portion of their early lives. My father, up until his senior year, attended Catholic school AND was kicked out. So, he kinda was our saving grace in that realm.....he was the subject of many nuns' pent-up frustrations and wrath. They were pretty violent and mean back in the 50's.
I always wanted to live in the Downtown area of my city since the time I was a young girl. I used to love coming down here with my father to pick up his check. Obviously, this was way before direct deposit. He would take us out to lunch and we would go look at the many old buildings and sites that were built during the Gold Rush. Shortly after my 20th birthday, I moved Downtown. I absolutely detested the conservative politics that prevailed in the suburbs and equally despised the cookie-cutter lifestyle. I always appreciated diversity and thrived on it. I love the fact that we still have "ethnic" sections of my city where you know you will find certain things. I won't even bore you with the fact that suburbs just lack character, identity and I hate chain restaurants and stores! (Excluding Macy's) No individuality nor character whatsoever!
I moved in with my boyfriend, who later became my husband. Yeah, that went over very well with my parents......NOT. My mother was going through a "liberation" phase of her life and had stated that she "hoped" that I would live with someone prior to marrying them because, well....you never fully know someone until you have lived with them. When I told them I was moving out with my boyfriend, she flipped! I thought, for sure, it would be my father doing all of the freaking out since I am the oldest, only girl and come from a fairly traditional Italian family....but, no.......it was my mother. So much for her liberation period.
I did the real dumb thing and got married when I turned 21. Yes, I am a statistic......my divorce will be final on New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve is my least favorite holiday. I find it depressing and just awful. This year, however, I am going to party like a Rock Star and I hate that saying. This year has sucked so bad and on so many levels! Enough said about that.
I had my first son shortly before I turned 24 and my second son shortly after I turned 26. If you read this a few times, I know it will make sense. My ex, youngest boy and I all celebrate our birthday's on the same day of the week. My oldest is odd-man out. This year happens to be a Friday. I just celebrated my birthday last Friday.
I rushed growing up and had to accomplish everything in a hurry. I truely have no patience. And it's wierd how this concept goes in a complete circle. I rushed everything growing up, but now wish to slow it down because it is all moving waaaayyyyy too fast. Typical Type A personality.
I don't really like the outdoors. I garden, bbq, etc.....but camping, hiking, etc...bugs! are not my thing. I've been on a few camping trips but spent more time bitching than becoming "one" with nature. I just don't get the whole concept of sleeping outdoors and on the ground. Some of us aren't wired that way. After one camping trip, my ex-husband told me that I really needed to "learn" to like these activities if not for him, but for the kids. My reply to him was: When you learn to like spending 3 hours shopping in Macy's with me, I will learn to like camping. WE never "camped" again. He took the boys with out me......Again, I truely believe there is a God!
I have a terrible fear of heights and water.......I also hate bridges. My two fears combine and become one. My worst, reoccuring nighmare always has to do with a bridge......and it really goes nowhere except down.......into the water. Yeah, that is usually the time I wake up sweating and yelling. It's a very wierd yet real dream that thankfully only happens now and then. Escalators are also becoming part of the mix. My grandmother had this strange phobia and as I am getting older, I developing it as well, very rapidly. I am now using either the stairs or elevators on my Macy's, 3 hour shopping binges.
Speaking of Macy's. Besides my mortage company and the grocery store, Macy's gets a lot of my money. I am a clothes whore and I seriously need to address this behaviour/addiction and deal with it. I no longer have anymore room for clothes. I stated my birthday was last Friday. What did I get from my kids, parents and brother? Macy's gift cards. I went shopping on the Fourth of July.....early...yes, I am being Patriotic and all. Shopping is one of America's favorite pastimes and I bought....more clothes. I did a very patriotic act that day.....I fueled our economy.
Over the past 5 years, I have been a single mom. I am not saying it has been an ideal situation but I have made the best of it because I HAVE HAD to. I have made many mistakes but have learned greatly from them. Kids do not come with Owner's Manuals and you just try and give it your best. Sometimes I feel my kids will ultimately be my early death. This is because of the worry I suffer. I am constantly worring about their well being and safety.
I have found someone who has truely made me very happy and that loves me for me. Sure, I can piss him off.........I excell at pissing people off. But, he loves me for me. I also broke one of his rules.....or should I say two of his rules. He always said he would never date a woman with a teenage son. Well, I have two. Yes, they are quite protective of their mother and I take this as a compliment, but they see that I am happy and they like Sweetie. No, he isn't trying to take the place of their own father. He only butts in when he feels it is completely neccessary and usually for my benefit.
I am closing my caffe` at the end of the month. I am going back to school in August. I was supposed to start school in April but have prolonged it due to the fact that this has been a very hard and heartbreaking decision for me to make. But, my landlord been pissing me off lately and has helped me make this decision easier. I am also trying to get on with the State of California in some capacity. My re-hab counselor (physical.........not mental.......) has told me that I will most definitely hate the position offered and that I am over-qualified, but to get on, finish my degree and move on. I know I am going to hate cubicles, gaggles of gossipy women and fattening pot lucks. Due to physical inertia, I most likely will have to join a gym. I am still going to cater parties because the money is good..........and I enjoy it...........and my kids will still be employed.
So, there you have it..........a few, long winded things about me because I know you were dying to know!
Ciao.......have a great and safe weekend,
Angie
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