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
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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
Monday, July 2, 2007
Are Death and Pain Cuss Words?
This just in:
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Yeah! I have been trying to copy and paste the HTML crap and it isn't working! I wanted to display that cool, little red sign.....RATED R.......... I am restricted.
Can anyone tell me why the above words (other than shit, and asshole) warrant an "R" rating? Are "Death" and "Pain" considered cuss words? Ironically, my use of the word "mothefucker" was never, ever mentioned. I think that is the one I use the most. I am seriously not getting this.
My blog has been rated: "R"
This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:
death (4x)
shit (3x)
pain (2x)
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Yeah! I have been trying to copy and paste the HTML crap and it isn't working! I wanted to display that cool, little red sign.....RATED R.......... I am restricted.
Can anyone tell me why the above words (other than shit, and asshole) warrant an "R" rating? Are "Death" and "Pain" considered cuss words? Ironically, my use of the word "mothefucker" was never, ever mentioned. I think that is the one I use the most. I am seriously not getting this.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
The Perfect Day
Turning 43 wasn't so bad. In fact, it was great! This has been the best birthday ever.......or at least, in a very long time.
My girlfriend and I left very early Friday morning for the Coast. What should have only taken about an hour in a half, took more like three hours, but......we had fun. Thank you, Madge in the grocery store for giving me the wrong directions and causing me to drive about 40 extra miles. I am almost positive I asked her twice if I turn right on the highway.......which she confirmed. I know I did. We needed to go left. Thanks again, Madge!
Lunch was great. Smoked salmon and albacore with fresh oyesters.........anything from the sea works great for me! Yum!
Then? Head inland to the wineries! Yes, Heaven on Earth. I always wanted to retire in them there vines. We stumbled upon an old winery owned by an elderly Italian family. His wine was great. I bought a bottle from him and he wrote Happy Birthday in Italian on it. How sweet is that?
The only part of the trip that wasn't great was coming home. TRAFFIC!!!!!!! Friday, Holiday, traffic. It was so peaceful on the coast and through the vineyards..........then, back to reality and traffic.
Sweetie and my boys took me out to dinner. That was fun. We were all kinda laughing at the bozo attempting to sing and play his guitar. I have no problem with men who sing a song that was originally done by a female....no problem. But? Do you have to sing like a woman? Really? Just sing, in your own voice, style and a few keys lower. Thank God he quickly took a break and allowed everyone to eat in peace.
After dinner, Sweetie and I went out and listened to a band. And? I have my ring. He chose a very pretty ruby for me but didn't purchase it until I saw it. I could care a less about surprises. And, I am glad he didn't buy it because even though it was very tasteful, pretty and not "showy", it was gold and I look awful in gold. Thank God, the jeweler confirmed that as well. So? What did I get? A very tasteful.....not showy, solitaire pearl (my REAL birthstone) set in white gold with a few diamonds around it. I really love it. I think he's a little disappointed because I know he was very proud of the ring he chose for me and it really was nice.........but it was set in yellow gold.
Now, we are all going to my parents to celebrate my birthday...again..... and their 45th anniversary. Yes, I was their second anniversary present. They probably wished they would have kept the receipt for a refund.
Ciao,
Angie
My girlfriend and I left very early Friday morning for the Coast. What should have only taken about an hour in a half, took more like three hours, but......we had fun. Thank you, Madge in the grocery store for giving me the wrong directions and causing me to drive about 40 extra miles. I am almost positive I asked her twice if I turn right on the highway.......which she confirmed. I know I did. We needed to go left. Thanks again, Madge!
Lunch was great. Smoked salmon and albacore with fresh oyesters.........anything from the sea works great for me! Yum!
Then? Head inland to the wineries! Yes, Heaven on Earth. I always wanted to retire in them there vines. We stumbled upon an old winery owned by an elderly Italian family. His wine was great. I bought a bottle from him and he wrote Happy Birthday in Italian on it. How sweet is that?
The only part of the trip that wasn't great was coming home. TRAFFIC!!!!!!! Friday, Holiday, traffic. It was so peaceful on the coast and through the vineyards..........then, back to reality and traffic.
Sweetie and my boys took me out to dinner. That was fun. We were all kinda laughing at the bozo attempting to sing and play his guitar. I have no problem with men who sing a song that was originally done by a female....no problem. But? Do you have to sing like a woman? Really? Just sing, in your own voice, style and a few keys lower. Thank God he quickly took a break and allowed everyone to eat in peace.
After dinner, Sweetie and I went out and listened to a band. And? I have my ring. He chose a very pretty ruby for me but didn't purchase it until I saw it. I could care a less about surprises. And, I am glad he didn't buy it because even though it was very tasteful, pretty and not "showy", it was gold and I look awful in gold. Thank God, the jeweler confirmed that as well. So? What did I get? A very tasteful.....not showy, solitaire pearl (my REAL birthstone) set in white gold with a few diamonds around it. I really love it. I think he's a little disappointed because I know he was very proud of the ring he chose for me and it really was nice.........but it was set in yellow gold.
Now, we are all going to my parents to celebrate my birthday...again..... and their 45th anniversary. Yes, I was their second anniversary present. They probably wished they would have kept the receipt for a refund.
Ciao,
Angie
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Reflections Of
Around the same time each year, I do this mental reality check with myself. It's a reflection of some sorts that aids me in puting myself in perspective and to see how much, as a person I've gained or lossed. Tomorrow is my birthday...yahoooooo...43 years old. I almost did the dyslexic thing and typed 34....which, I must say I would have been happier if that were the truth. I know 43 isn't that old, but damn, where did the time go? Why must it fly?
Last year, Sweetie and I took our first overnight trip together. We drove to San Francisco which isn't that far from where we live. We had a wonderful evening planned but it really didn't turn out so wonderful. The night before we left, we went out to dinner and saw a band. But, there was a huge problem with this...........the next day, I became very ill. In all honesty, I thought I was food poisoned. And I don't know if anyone has ever experienced food poisoning, but let me tell you, it isn't any fun!
Keep in mind, this was our first "road trip" together and of course, I wanna be all lady like and everything but when you are sick? My Good God.........lady like behavior doesn't happen! I was driving and had to pull over on a major, busy interstate and....yeah, throw up.....for probably the 42nd time that day. When these little, disgusting, life's episodes occur, I want to be in private and completely alone. I don't want anyone, especially my boyfriend, hearing my business. It was awful!
When we checked into our room, I immediately checked into the bathroom. Again and again! It's my b-day! I don't want to be sick. And San Francisco is cold.........damp.......foggy....usually a treat from the relentless heat of the inland, city where we live. But when you have the chills because you are sick, San Francisco sucks ass! Especially when you are trying to hail a cab and no one will stop. Sweetie tells this story often and always ends it with the fact that he never heard the word "motherfucker" spewed so many times in one night. Well? I was sick........and cold.........and hating life.
I'll spare the details of the restaurant (Italian) that we went to and the old bat sever we had and our argument over the fact my pasta had meat in it and I did not order a meat sauce because the thought of meat would make me retch......again. I mean, get this? I cook the shit every day of my life, a fact she would not know unless I told her, but don't tell me that isn't meat if it looks, smells and tastes like meat! Look at me, for the love of God! Can you not see that I look Italian and most likely have eaten pasta for, hmmmmmm? Say a huge portion of my life?!
But that was last year. No trip this year. I don't know what we are doing. Something about a ruby ring was mentioned. Hmmm, we will see.
I am not going into the losses. I know what my losses are and I've cut them and am moving on. Enough said about that!
I have gained a lot, especially in the last five years. I've become more confident, re-gained most of my self-esteem, and have figured out that I can do things on my own. I know that that has caused conflict because I am not used to people really helping me. I also know that is because I've never LET people help me. Bad on my part. I just never wanted to be a burden and rely on others. They have their own lives and I never wanted to invite others to my pity parties, but.........I've learned that all I have to do is ask and the worst thing that someone can tell me is: "No, I am busy." It's not so bad.
And, I've gained a best friend whom I love dearly. I am curious about this ruby ring thing..........more on that later.
Oh! One last thing...........I found a contractor........read this, I kid you not! And for those that do not know my sense of humor, it's a joke.......I found him on Craig's list or what I refer to as "Crack's list." This is for real.........not made up!
I am skilled in painten, framen and sheetrock I can also do electrickel work and plumbin
and can do some landscraping.
No lisense butt speke good englich!
Location: all of californa
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
License info: Unlicensed
Ciao,
Angie
Last year, Sweetie and I took our first overnight trip together. We drove to San Francisco which isn't that far from where we live. We had a wonderful evening planned but it really didn't turn out so wonderful. The night before we left, we went out to dinner and saw a band. But, there was a huge problem with this...........the next day, I became very ill. In all honesty, I thought I was food poisoned. And I don't know if anyone has ever experienced food poisoning, but let me tell you, it isn't any fun!
Keep in mind, this was our first "road trip" together and of course, I wanna be all lady like and everything but when you are sick? My Good God.........lady like behavior doesn't happen! I was driving and had to pull over on a major, busy interstate and....yeah, throw up.....for probably the 42nd time that day. When these little, disgusting, life's episodes occur, I want to be in private and completely alone. I don't want anyone, especially my boyfriend, hearing my business. It was awful!
When we checked into our room, I immediately checked into the bathroom. Again and again! It's my b-day! I don't want to be sick. And San Francisco is cold.........damp.......foggy....usually a treat from the relentless heat of the inland, city where we live. But when you have the chills because you are sick, San Francisco sucks ass! Especially when you are trying to hail a cab and no one will stop. Sweetie tells this story often and always ends it with the fact that he never heard the word "motherfucker" spewed so many times in one night. Well? I was sick........and cold.........and hating life.
I'll spare the details of the restaurant (Italian) that we went to and the old bat sever we had and our argument over the fact my pasta had meat in it and I did not order a meat sauce because the thought of meat would make me retch......again. I mean, get this? I cook the shit every day of my life, a fact she would not know unless I told her, but don't tell me that isn't meat if it looks, smells and tastes like meat! Look at me, for the love of God! Can you not see that I look Italian and most likely have eaten pasta for, hmmmmmm? Say a huge portion of my life?!
But that was last year. No trip this year. I don't know what we are doing. Something about a ruby ring was mentioned. Hmmm, we will see.
I am not going into the losses. I know what my losses are and I've cut them and am moving on. Enough said about that!
I have gained a lot, especially in the last five years. I've become more confident, re-gained most of my self-esteem, and have figured out that I can do things on my own. I know that that has caused conflict because I am not used to people really helping me. I also know that is because I've never LET people help me. Bad on my part. I just never wanted to be a burden and rely on others. They have their own lives and I never wanted to invite others to my pity parties, but.........I've learned that all I have to do is ask and the worst thing that someone can tell me is: "No, I am busy." It's not so bad.
And, I've gained a best friend whom I love dearly. I am curious about this ruby ring thing..........more on that later.
Oh! One last thing...........I found a contractor........read this, I kid you not! And for those that do not know my sense of humor, it's a joke.......I found him on Craig's list or what I refer to as "Crack's list." This is for real.........not made up!
I am skilled in painten, framen and sheetrock I can also do electrickel work and plumbin
and can do some landscraping.
No lisense butt speke good englich!
Location: all of californa
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
License info: Unlicensed
Ciao,
Angie
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Por mi Padre
So another Father's Day has past. Everyone have a good time? I did. I hung out with my Pops, bbq, my brother and his wife came down, we had a good time. Pops? I really don't know what to get you. You know? I gave you 2million gift cards to either a music store (dude plays a mean jazz guitar and Italian mandolin) and 2 million gift cards to whatever sport store (lives on a softball field). This year? You get a shirt! I know, boring......but Ma wants you to clean up a little bit and get out of your softball jersey when you guys go out to dinner. You know that new one you have, green and sponsored by HOOTERS????? Yeah, that one. She really doesn't like you wearing it in public and all. HOOTERS? C'mon you are in your 60's! Yes, Hooters sponsers his team. Whatever!
We had a great time and I truely am thankful for all that that man has done for me in the past and is still currently doing for me. He is always there for me. Last week? The man is out in my alley hauling away two truck loads of fencing debris. I could not have done it......not at all. My boyz helped him load tons of old fencing into his truck and haul it away. What a Pops. And? I love him, dearly and dread the day he passes. The man has been a huge inspiration and influence in my life. Honestly? He opitimizes what a father should be.........loving, caring.........uncondionally.
So having said that.......my boyz spent a few hours with their father prior to going over to my parents' home and joining us for a bbq. They went to the movies. I guess they had a good time. I really don't pry nor do I pump for information. I want them to have a relationship with their dad. But? Of course, he was running behind, excuses, excuses......because he had to do laundry, excuses, excuses.......to the point... they were late......whatever, your loss.
Ironically? Earlier that morning, I was sitting outside reading the Sunday's paper and enjoying my coffee when a neighbor walked down the street to wish ME a Happy Father's Day. I kinda looked at him in intense bewidlerment because, there are a lot of semi-nut jobs on my street and I was hoping that he did not succumb. And? He's an immigrant....so I was thinking, perhaps, he didn't quite get the concept. But? I was wrong. He came over to tell me that I deserve to celebrate Father's Day with the rest of the bunch because everyone, on my block knows that I am also a father to my kids as well as a mother.
O.K...........admirable? Perhaps. Sad? Definitely so!
As the day wore on, Sweetie and I went out........I asked him out for a drink because, well he's my second favorite father in this world because of all that he does for his own GROWN, NEEDY offspring. We went to catch a set of music and all the father's were honored on their special day. Guess what? I was honored as well. A mother recognized on Father's Day.
How pathetic is that?
We had a great time and I truely am thankful for all that that man has done for me in the past and is still currently doing for me. He is always there for me. Last week? The man is out in my alley hauling away two truck loads of fencing debris. I could not have done it......not at all. My boyz helped him load tons of old fencing into his truck and haul it away. What a Pops. And? I love him, dearly and dread the day he passes. The man has been a huge inspiration and influence in my life. Honestly? He opitimizes what a father should be.........loving, caring.........uncondionally.
So having said that.......my boyz spent a few hours with their father prior to going over to my parents' home and joining us for a bbq. They went to the movies. I guess they had a good time. I really don't pry nor do I pump for information. I want them to have a relationship with their dad. But? Of course, he was running behind, excuses, excuses......because he had to do laundry, excuses, excuses.......to the point... they were late......whatever, your loss.
Ironically? Earlier that morning, I was sitting outside reading the Sunday's paper and enjoying my coffee when a neighbor walked down the street to wish ME a Happy Father's Day. I kinda looked at him in intense bewidlerment because, there are a lot of semi-nut jobs on my street and I was hoping that he did not succumb. And? He's an immigrant....so I was thinking, perhaps, he didn't quite get the concept. But? I was wrong. He came over to tell me that I deserve to celebrate Father's Day with the rest of the bunch because everyone, on my block knows that I am also a father to my kids as well as a mother.
O.K...........admirable? Perhaps. Sad? Definitely so!
As the day wore on, Sweetie and I went out........I asked him out for a drink because, well he's my second favorite father in this world because of all that he does for his own GROWN, NEEDY offspring. We went to catch a set of music and all the father's were honored on their special day. Guess what? I was honored as well. A mother recognized on Father's Day.
How pathetic is that?
Monday, June 18, 2007
Pull the Lump outta that Sucka
I seriously urge all women and men....help us out, now...... short, tall, black, white, over-weight, skinny....whatever........do your share for the cure. You may not be a victim....however, I Know you Know someone who is/was a victim. It is some horrid shit! Walk, run, jog, go door to door, cook, sing, dance, whatever, stand on your head! anything!......just get involved! www.albieaware.org. She was a friend of mine, from Lucca Italia. Actually, her husband and I used to do wine dinners together which were heaven.......you don't have to donate to this cause....find one in your own city/town.
If you have even been remotely close to this situation, you will know what I am talking about. GET INVOLVED! Anyway shape or form that you can! It can happen to you or a loved one, even when you least expect it........it can! www.albieaware.org. Trust me, I know....never was a part of the mix..........actually, don't even fit the "profile". However, it can happen to you or your closest friend, etc...... Each and every day, I thank God mine was not malignant! Grazie Dio, Amen!
Ciao,
Angie
If you have even been remotely close to this situation, you will know what I am talking about. GET INVOLVED! Anyway shape or form that you can! It can happen to you or a loved one, even when you least expect it........it can! www.albieaware.org. Trust me, I know....never was a part of the mix..........actually, don't even fit the "profile". However, it can happen to you or your closest friend, etc...... Each and every day, I thank God mine was not malignant! Grazie Dio, Amen!
Ciao,
Angie
Thursday, June 14, 2007
89318.....
I was listening to one of Sweetie's friends talk about college last night. He grew up in Sweetie's neighborhood and they have known eachother for years. Just like Sweetie, Tre, upon graduation from highschool attended college on a full basketball scholarship. Sweetie stayed in California but his friend didn't. He went to Utah. It was pure culture shock for him. Besides the basketball team, Tre was one of the few African-American males living in that small town.
I was born in Eastern Nevada (very, very similar to Utah)......in a small, rural, copper mining town where my mother's family all lived. My grandmother's family was from what is now Croatia and my grandfather immigrated from Greece. The two ethnic groups had their own "section" of town and really did not play well together. My mother was considered a "half-breed" while growing up. Very similar to someone who was half black half white, in the 50's, in the deep south. Neither of her peeps accepted her or her brothers as "their own". It was very sad and quite very stupid since they both shared so many of the same challenges and struggles. But, you know? Whatever. Prejudice and ignorance have been around since the beginning of time and I, personally, don't see it miraculously evaporating anytime soon, unfortunately.
Growing up, we would always go back to Nevada for a few weeks to visit my grandmother and uncles. She lived in the Greek section of town filled with Greek immigrants that spoke very little English or broken English, at best. If it wasn't for my name, I can easily pass as full on Greek. My name gives away the fact that I am mostly Italian (father's family.......another story). The Croatians never really accepted me because, well.....I don't look like them; too olive toned skin and way too dark hair......plus, the name thing, again. Greeks and Italians can look very similar to one another. Una Facia una Racia.......I probably messed that up, but it is a saying, meaning: One Face...One Race. Both ethnic groups say it regarding eachother, only then it usually leads to an argument about which group "invented" (or gave the most) to Western Civilization. Get over it!
But, as I listened to Tre talk about his first encounter with Utah and her people, I kept reflecting on my grandmother and her familiy's struggles. The Mormon's basically ran the town and were so unaccepting of anyone who was not Mormon. They segregated everyone into sections and forced, even those with college degrees to work menial, unsafe and unhealthy jobs that no one else would accept. My grandfather posessed an engineering degree but was forced to work in the smelter. ( To this day, I am still unclear about what a smelter really is). Most likely, working in this position resulted in his early death and left my grandmother a widow in her late thirties, to raise four kids on her own. Black Lung disease was not really acknowledged back then and especially back there.
The "company" almost threw her and her four kids out on the street because she resided in a company home. And, since no one, no longer worked for the mines, she had to "give" the house back, to its rightful owners, the mine. Through some unclear negotiations, she was able to keep her home but was forced to work for the company. With her eighth grade education and all, she became a janitor. She cleaned upper-management's offices. I believe my mother and her three brothers were America's first latch-key kids. This was during the 50's where every mother stayed home and NEVER worked. During that era, mother's were up at the crack of dawn, fully dressed, even sporting pearls, with an artery clogging breakfast on the table before anyone realized a new day had begun. But, not my grandmother. She was working.........and working hard.
Years later, my grandmother kinda got the last laugh. When I was still in highschool, the mining company, once again, tried to force my grandmother out of her home through imminent domain. She held out and held out huge. Damn, that woman was strong! She eventually conceited, but only after a nice chunk of change was placed in her bank account for a house that was basically delapitated and in an area where the price of real estate wasn't too criminal. So, she and my two uncles moved up to their ranch.
I forget if it was prior to my birth, the same year, or shortly there after, my uncles purchased an 80 acre ranch that was once owned by their great uncle 20 miles north of town. We are seriously talking rural, Eastern Nevada with gigantic mountains and huge amounts of snow! I have never been into the "great outdoors."
With the proceeds from the sale of my grandmother's home, they built this huge A-frame, Cedar home with a view that could surpass no other. (Personally, I like the ocean over mountains, but there is no ocean in Nevada). But, they loved and enjoyed every minute they were there up untill each one started passing away.
Prior to my grandmother's death back in the late 90's, my mother, brother and myself were put on the deed. In other words, we inherrited this property. My uncle, my mom's last surviving relative died a little over two years ago and my parents, basically moved back there to fix the ranch up and sell it. During this time, I took care of their house, my house and my caffe. It was a bitch to say the least!!!!
We won't even go into how shitty the realator was that my brother hired and I so desperately wanted to fire! Damn, crook! That, in itself, is a whole other story. $25,000 dollars for doing absolutely nothing! My parents should have received this for all of their hard work........not that idiot.
Last October, my mother called me and told me that a potential buyer had made an offer that she could not nor would not refuse. The ranch sold and it sold for big bucks........ for back there. My parents would be home in time for Thanksgiving. The day after Thanksgiving, the title company gave my parents, brother and me a nice early Christmas present.........an inflated bank account.
Because of the mistreatment my grandmother received from the Mormons, of course, she developed her own prejudicies towards them. My mother, through this conditioning and growing up surrounded by Mormons, developed her own prejudicies as well. This isn't to say that this is right in any way, whatsoever but, both of them believed they had just cause for their feelings.
Ironically, a Mormon doctor bought the ranch. His first few offers were laughable, to say the least. But, he eventually stepped it up some and we accepted. My mother's greatest concern was how my grandmother would have felt knowing a Mormon would be occupying her bedroom. I laughed.......I told my mom that she would have thought it to be quite funny as well. Look how much money he had to pay to sleep in it!
Unfortunately, we are all guilty of prejudice and exploitation, it's not right but we can not deny it. It was pointed out to me by my younger boy how I condone exploitation. He was talking about the Soprano's and how crappy the ending was. I don't watch the Soprano's. I have seen a few episodes but I don't like how the italian-American culture, as a whole is portrayed. But, I also realize that this is what sells and draws huge amounts of viewers. Again, not saying this is right, just reality.
As we were talking about the Soprano's, I had mentioned that the season premier of "Big Love" was going to be on. My younger boy looked at me and said:
Boy#2: So, the Soprano's are horrible because the show exploits Italian-Americans and you have banned it because of that right?
Me: Yes, I am sick of my culture be played out as murederous thugs. We have given this world a hella lot more than just crime!
Boy#2: But you're going to watch Big Love, tonight....right?
Me: Yes. I like that show.
Boy#2: Do you think that show exploits Mormons? You do know that not every Mormon is a Polygamist.
Me: Ok.......you're right! Point well taken! (Now shut-up).
See, the other day, he was a dumbass..........now today, he's a smartass........but, he's right and definitely his mother's son.
I was born in Eastern Nevada (very, very similar to Utah)......in a small, rural, copper mining town where my mother's family all lived. My grandmother's family was from what is now Croatia and my grandfather immigrated from Greece. The two ethnic groups had their own "section" of town and really did not play well together. My mother was considered a "half-breed" while growing up. Very similar to someone who was half black half white, in the 50's, in the deep south. Neither of her peeps accepted her or her brothers as "their own". It was very sad and quite very stupid since they both shared so many of the same challenges and struggles. But, you know? Whatever. Prejudice and ignorance have been around since the beginning of time and I, personally, don't see it miraculously evaporating anytime soon, unfortunately.
Growing up, we would always go back to Nevada for a few weeks to visit my grandmother and uncles. She lived in the Greek section of town filled with Greek immigrants that spoke very little English or broken English, at best. If it wasn't for my name, I can easily pass as full on Greek. My name gives away the fact that I am mostly Italian (father's family.......another story). The Croatians never really accepted me because, well.....I don't look like them; too olive toned skin and way too dark hair......plus, the name thing, again. Greeks and Italians can look very similar to one another. Una Facia una Racia.......I probably messed that up, but it is a saying, meaning: One Face...One Race. Both ethnic groups say it regarding eachother, only then it usually leads to an argument about which group "invented" (or gave the most) to Western Civilization. Get over it!
But, as I listened to Tre talk about his first encounter with Utah and her people, I kept reflecting on my grandmother and her familiy's struggles. The Mormon's basically ran the town and were so unaccepting of anyone who was not Mormon. They segregated everyone into sections and forced, even those with college degrees to work menial, unsafe and unhealthy jobs that no one else would accept. My grandfather posessed an engineering degree but was forced to work in the smelter. ( To this day, I am still unclear about what a smelter really is). Most likely, working in this position resulted in his early death and left my grandmother a widow in her late thirties, to raise four kids on her own. Black Lung disease was not really acknowledged back then and especially back there.
The "company" almost threw her and her four kids out on the street because she resided in a company home. And, since no one, no longer worked for the mines, she had to "give" the house back, to its rightful owners, the mine. Through some unclear negotiations, she was able to keep her home but was forced to work for the company. With her eighth grade education and all, she became a janitor. She cleaned upper-management's offices. I believe my mother and her three brothers were America's first latch-key kids. This was during the 50's where every mother stayed home and NEVER worked. During that era, mother's were up at the crack of dawn, fully dressed, even sporting pearls, with an artery clogging breakfast on the table before anyone realized a new day had begun. But, not my grandmother. She was working.........and working hard.
Years later, my grandmother kinda got the last laugh. When I was still in highschool, the mining company, once again, tried to force my grandmother out of her home through imminent domain. She held out and held out huge. Damn, that woman was strong! She eventually conceited, but only after a nice chunk of change was placed in her bank account for a house that was basically delapitated and in an area where the price of real estate wasn't too criminal. So, she and my two uncles moved up to their ranch.
I forget if it was prior to my birth, the same year, or shortly there after, my uncles purchased an 80 acre ranch that was once owned by their great uncle 20 miles north of town. We are seriously talking rural, Eastern Nevada with gigantic mountains and huge amounts of snow! I have never been into the "great outdoors."
With the proceeds from the sale of my grandmother's home, they built this huge A-frame, Cedar home with a view that could surpass no other. (Personally, I like the ocean over mountains, but there is no ocean in Nevada). But, they loved and enjoyed every minute they were there up untill each one started passing away.
Prior to my grandmother's death back in the late 90's, my mother, brother and myself were put on the deed. In other words, we inherrited this property. My uncle, my mom's last surviving relative died a little over two years ago and my parents, basically moved back there to fix the ranch up and sell it. During this time, I took care of their house, my house and my caffe. It was a bitch to say the least!!!!
We won't even go into how shitty the realator was that my brother hired and I so desperately wanted to fire! Damn, crook! That, in itself, is a whole other story. $25,000 dollars for doing absolutely nothing! My parents should have received this for all of their hard work........not that idiot.
Last October, my mother called me and told me that a potential buyer had made an offer that she could not nor would not refuse. The ranch sold and it sold for big bucks........ for back there. My parents would be home in time for Thanksgiving. The day after Thanksgiving, the title company gave my parents, brother and me a nice early Christmas present.........an inflated bank account.
Because of the mistreatment my grandmother received from the Mormons, of course, she developed her own prejudicies towards them. My mother, through this conditioning and growing up surrounded by Mormons, developed her own prejudicies as well. This isn't to say that this is right in any way, whatsoever but, both of them believed they had just cause for their feelings.
Ironically, a Mormon doctor bought the ranch. His first few offers were laughable, to say the least. But, he eventually stepped it up some and we accepted. My mother's greatest concern was how my grandmother would have felt knowing a Mormon would be occupying her bedroom. I laughed.......I told my mom that she would have thought it to be quite funny as well. Look how much money he had to pay to sleep in it!
Unfortunately, we are all guilty of prejudice and exploitation, it's not right but we can not deny it. It was pointed out to me by my younger boy how I condone exploitation. He was talking about the Soprano's and how crappy the ending was. I don't watch the Soprano's. I have seen a few episodes but I don't like how the italian-American culture, as a whole is portrayed. But, I also realize that this is what sells and draws huge amounts of viewers. Again, not saying this is right, just reality.
As we were talking about the Soprano's, I had mentioned that the season premier of "Big Love" was going to be on. My younger boy looked at me and said:
Boy#2: So, the Soprano's are horrible because the show exploits Italian-Americans and you have banned it because of that right?
Me: Yes, I am sick of my culture be played out as murederous thugs. We have given this world a hella lot more than just crime!
Boy#2: But you're going to watch Big Love, tonight....right?
Me: Yes. I like that show.
Boy#2: Do you think that show exploits Mormons? You do know that not every Mormon is a Polygamist.
Me: Ok.......you're right! Point well taken! (Now shut-up).
See, the other day, he was a dumbass..........now today, he's a smartass........but, he's right and definitely his mother's son.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Peace, Tranquility,.....what's that?
Yeah, I know what it means.......I am actually feeling both right now. That is because: the house is quiet, no one is around and I am left to whittle away my time on my prized computer. It's been busy and hectic around here.....gee, what's new?
Boy# 1 had his wisdom teeth removed Friday morning. My mom and I took him, waited, for him, etc......she took him home and stayed with him because I needed to get down to my Caffe`. I was getting pretty irritated with the office staff because of the millions of forms I had to fill out regarding payment for their services. Never, once did I sign anything regarding my son's treatment, or after-care. Money seemed to be their number one priority. Dental insurance sucks. The insurance company paid very little towards his surgery and getting money out of his father was like pulling teeth in itself!
When we went back into the recovery room to retrieve said boy, he was LOOPED! I mean, he was wasted and all giggly and obnoxious. I hope to never see him in that state again. I forgot what he was babbling so aimlessly about to me....clearly he made no sense, at all! Oh well, a mamma funded high. Now, shut-up, get in the car, let's go home and get you too bed, little chipmunk. He's recovered amazingly!
We went to Sweete's nephew's wedding on Saturday. It was fun.......my favorite type of wedding....backyard.....unpretencious, everyone having a good time.........no airs. Just fun! Coming home from the wedding wasn't so fun. We had to shuttle a few of Sweetie's relatives across town and Sweetie had to be Mr. Backseat Driver. He was very close to being Mr. Kicked to the Curb! But, we have since discussed this and have reached a mutual solution to our little problem. From now on, he is to be quiet, (shut up), not psycho-analyze everything I do nor HOW I do it. Or.????.........I pull over immediately and he gets to drive. He hates driving and tends to leave that fun, little chore up to me.
Now boy # 2.........I swear to God these kids are going to be my death. I went over to my parents' house on Sunday. My older son took me there so he could use my car......the one he likes.....not the SUV...because God forbid, he be caught dead in Mom's catering vehicle. And, I hate driving that beast....hated it from the moment I bought it.
So what does boy #2 do? Takes my 4Runner up to the store. Doesn't sound all that bad, when put this way.....but there is a problem with all of this. He only has a permit. He will (probably not) get his real license next month. Dumbass gets pulled over for "rolling" through a stop sign and driving without a license. The driving without a license thing is a big one.....it's a misdemeanor not just a traffic infraction. Great! Now, we get to go to court! Yes, I know, I am probably the only mother in the world that refers to her off-spring as: Dumbass!
The only positive thing that came out of this is: He actually called his brother BEFORE he called me for help. Why do I find this positive? Well, for the last year, they haven't been that close. But, he called his brother for help and his brother responded favorably like brothers SHOULD do. And? At least he was very honest with me and didn't lie to cover up his huge, dumbass mistake. We will see what happens in court.
This won't be the first time he and I have had to attend a juvenille court hearing. Back in his jr. high days, he and a bunch of idiots/friends decided they were going to get on a commuter train without purchasing a ticket. Well, dumbass and his entourage of idiots all got caught. Yes, we had to attend a hearing where the judge basically scares the shit out of the kid, reprimands him/her greatly, and makes him/her dumbass purchase a ticket that he (the judge) signs off on. All of this takes about ten minutes, tops but waiting in the waiting room is endless and awful. I remember sitting there and breaking out into tears........I looked at him and stated that I never, ever want to see this God awful place again.........ever! Well, yeah.....that worked!
You know.......?????? Several months ago, my ever so loving ex-husband (jerk, and I am being kind) had the nerver to tell my older son that I, his mother, spent many years "job hopping." He failed, or completely omitted the fact that a few of the companies that I worked for either sold or went belly up and I lost my job through no fault of my own. He conveniently left that part out of his story. He also failed to mention that I worked out of our house so I could home with my boys when they got out of school. He also forgot to mention that even when I worked/managed/slave away at an Italian store, that my boss would allow me to pick my kids up from Catholic school (right down the street) and bring them back to the store AND feed them AND help them with their homework. Amnesia?
The point that I am trying to make is that through all of my "job hopping" parenting has been the hardest! Yes, it has its rewards, my kids do love and appreciate me. Sometimes its rather difficult for me to see that, but I know they love me. But damn, this is a thankless, trying, sucky pay job! And I wonder why I am getting greyer!
Boy# 1 had his wisdom teeth removed Friday morning. My mom and I took him, waited, for him, etc......she took him home and stayed with him because I needed to get down to my Caffe`. I was getting pretty irritated with the office staff because of the millions of forms I had to fill out regarding payment for their services. Never, once did I sign anything regarding my son's treatment, or after-care. Money seemed to be their number one priority. Dental insurance sucks. The insurance company paid very little towards his surgery and getting money out of his father was like pulling teeth in itself!
When we went back into the recovery room to retrieve said boy, he was LOOPED! I mean, he was wasted and all giggly and obnoxious. I hope to never see him in that state again. I forgot what he was babbling so aimlessly about to me....clearly he made no sense, at all! Oh well, a mamma funded high. Now, shut-up, get in the car, let's go home and get you too bed, little chipmunk. He's recovered amazingly!
We went to Sweete's nephew's wedding on Saturday. It was fun.......my favorite type of wedding....backyard.....unpretencious, everyone having a good time.........no airs. Just fun! Coming home from the wedding wasn't so fun. We had to shuttle a few of Sweetie's relatives across town and Sweetie had to be Mr. Backseat Driver. He was very close to being Mr. Kicked to the Curb! But, we have since discussed this and have reached a mutual solution to our little problem. From now on, he is to be quiet, (shut up), not psycho-analyze everything I do nor HOW I do it. Or.????.........I pull over immediately and he gets to drive. He hates driving and tends to leave that fun, little chore up to me.
Now boy # 2.........I swear to God these kids are going to be my death. I went over to my parents' house on Sunday. My older son took me there so he could use my car......the one he likes.....not the SUV...because God forbid, he be caught dead in Mom's catering vehicle. And, I hate driving that beast....hated it from the moment I bought it.
So what does boy #2 do? Takes my 4Runner up to the store. Doesn't sound all that bad, when put this way.....but there is a problem with all of this. He only has a permit. He will (probably not) get his real license next month. Dumbass gets pulled over for "rolling" through a stop sign and driving without a license. The driving without a license thing is a big one.....it's a misdemeanor not just a traffic infraction. Great! Now, we get to go to court! Yes, I know, I am probably the only mother in the world that refers to her off-spring as: Dumbass!
The only positive thing that came out of this is: He actually called his brother BEFORE he called me for help. Why do I find this positive? Well, for the last year, they haven't been that close. But, he called his brother for help and his brother responded favorably like brothers SHOULD do. And? At least he was very honest with me and didn't lie to cover up his huge, dumbass mistake. We will see what happens in court.
This won't be the first time he and I have had to attend a juvenille court hearing. Back in his jr. high days, he and a bunch of idiots/friends decided they were going to get on a commuter train without purchasing a ticket. Well, dumbass and his entourage of idiots all got caught. Yes, we had to attend a hearing where the judge basically scares the shit out of the kid, reprimands him/her greatly, and makes him/her dumbass purchase a ticket that he (the judge) signs off on. All of this takes about ten minutes, tops but waiting in the waiting room is endless and awful. I remember sitting there and breaking out into tears........I looked at him and stated that I never, ever want to see this God awful place again.........ever! Well, yeah.....that worked!
You know.......?????? Several months ago, my ever so loving ex-husband (jerk, and I am being kind) had the nerver to tell my older son that I, his mother, spent many years "job hopping." He failed, or completely omitted the fact that a few of the companies that I worked for either sold or went belly up and I lost my job through no fault of my own. He conveniently left that part out of his story. He also failed to mention that I worked out of our house so I could home with my boys when they got out of school. He also forgot to mention that even when I worked/managed/slave away at an Italian store, that my boss would allow me to pick my kids up from Catholic school (right down the street) and bring them back to the store AND feed them AND help them with their homework. Amnesia?
The point that I am trying to make is that through all of my "job hopping" parenting has been the hardest! Yes, it has its rewards, my kids do love and appreciate me. Sometimes its rather difficult for me to see that, but I know they love me. But damn, this is a thankless, trying, sucky pay job! And I wonder why I am getting greyer!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Now, Your Just Pissing Me Off.
An open rant to all those unfortunate people and CATS that have pissed me off this week.
Let's begin with son#1.
I love you, yesterday I really didn't like you, but I still love you. You know how to press my buttons, you do. But, don't act all innocent and flip the situation when you know......you are wrong. You see me working.........you are employed by me. You have been for? Hmmmm 2 years, right? So get up and help me. You know? Do your job and not play on MY computer.......on my time! And, to hell with your hair! Your hair does not "sell" my wonderfully, tasty lunches nor catered dinners! Your hair only causes me to run late, get stressed out and rush! When I rush, things do not get done right. Simple. When I get stressed out because I have to rush, I get ugly!
Since we're on a food roll.........servers/bartenders/etc..... at places where I frequent.
I know you do not know that I own a Caffe`nor that I am a professional chef nor that I sold wine for many years unless I was to tell you all this.....but, please don't argue with me. When I go out to eat, I like service. No, I don't mean that you should hang around me, spoon feed me, or sweep away my bread crumbs after each bite........but just acknowledge me and don't cop an attitude. Also, please, with sugar on top, don't take away my food while I am still eating it. Please? You just asked me if I was "still working on it" and I said Y E S. So what do you do? Grab my salad and take it away, as I am still eating it! What the hell? Either you need to hone up on your listening skills or invest in a mega pack of Q-tips to clean your ears out!
And when I complain about a glass a wine? I am really not whining (hehehe). I mean, for real, it's bad. It's been open waaaay toooo long, is totally oxidized and? Basically, tastes like CACA. Just go open another bottle and pour me a new glass. Don't argue with me and think you are the new, up and coming Wine Spectator reviewer. Please! You have barely made 21 and your think you are a somollier........please!
Can't complain about any of my customers because of late, they have been on their best behavior.
Drivers? Especially TOURISTS?! Go home! Read directions........look at the signs that indicate a one way street and acknowledge them.....You're going the wrong way! Don't start honking at me, calling me names, flipping me off because you haven't figured out that YOU are going the wrong way! Read!
Cats!
Everytime I get nice and comfortable and turn on my computer, you have to fight. I swear there is a cat fight outside my window constantly. I think I am going to leave the sprinkler on so you will not disrupt, interrupt my ME time.
Sweetie: No, it's not acceptable to be "fashionably late" to a wedding. The invitation clearly states 4:00. It's not OK to show up at 4:20. How do I know this, he asks? Again......I have catered many weddings, even got married once myself and once the mother of the bride is seated, it's done. No, your theory that since the ceremony is being held in someone's backyard vs. a Church, still does not make it ok to be "fashionably late". Just be on time. And if memory serves me right, there will be no basketball game on to divert your attention.
Boyz Father: I will give you some credit for at least trying to make time with your kids and supporting (without minimizing) a few decisions I have had to make. Thank you! But you cheap motherfucker! You know Boy#1 is going to have his wisdom teeth pulled on Friday. You know your part of this bill is over $600. I have even given you an extra 30 days to cough up this chump change, (I am being completely sarcastic.....it isn't chump change) but you are most certainly not going to flake out on your share of their automobile insurance. Damn!!!!!!!
The policy is up for renewal at the end of the month. You agreed, in our settlement meeting, that you would help finance this. Now you're trying your damnest to back out? Sorry! You lose! You signed an agreement and it is going to stick. I am going to MAKE it stick! You have gotten away with too much for way tooooo long. I mean really?! What makes you think that I should be footing the bill for everything? And? Father of the year? You have the balls to ask that I NOT repeat this to anyone because it might make you look bad. You mean......I should lie? I should tell everyone that you are constantly there supporting these kids until the very end? Yeah, Happy Father's Day, asshole!
Now that I have puked out all of my nastiness and ugliness, on the flip side.......I haven't been feeling any pain since Monday! Yes! 3 days, and catering, without any pain! This is because of a new (not really) simple, little device that I have been sleeping with for the last three nights! A rolled up towel, placed under my neck! I used to do this but somehow, and I don't know why, stopped. Forget the traction, my "memory foam" pillow, etc........the simplest, little technique, figured out all by lonesome, has helped me immensly! And it's cheap, too!
Be safe, all! Ciao!
Angie
Let's begin with son#1.
I love you, yesterday I really didn't like you, but I still love you. You know how to press my buttons, you do. But, don't act all innocent and flip the situation when you know......you are wrong. You see me working.........you are employed by me. You have been for? Hmmmm 2 years, right? So get up and help me. You know? Do your job and not play on MY computer.......on my time! And, to hell with your hair! Your hair does not "sell" my wonderfully, tasty lunches nor catered dinners! Your hair only causes me to run late, get stressed out and rush! When I rush, things do not get done right. Simple. When I get stressed out because I have to rush, I get ugly!
Since we're on a food roll.........servers/bartenders/etc..... at places where I frequent.
I know you do not know that I own a Caffe`nor that I am a professional chef nor that I sold wine for many years unless I was to tell you all this.....but, please don't argue with me. When I go out to eat, I like service. No, I don't mean that you should hang around me, spoon feed me, or sweep away my bread crumbs after each bite........but just acknowledge me and don't cop an attitude. Also, please, with sugar on top, don't take away my food while I am still eating it. Please? You just asked me if I was "still working on it" and I said Y E S. So what do you do? Grab my salad and take it away, as I am still eating it! What the hell? Either you need to hone up on your listening skills or invest in a mega pack of Q-tips to clean your ears out!
And when I complain about a glass a wine? I am really not whining (hehehe). I mean, for real, it's bad. It's been open waaaay toooo long, is totally oxidized and? Basically, tastes like CACA. Just go open another bottle and pour me a new glass. Don't argue with me and think you are the new, up and coming Wine Spectator reviewer. Please! You have barely made 21 and your think you are a somollier........please!
Can't complain about any of my customers because of late, they have been on their best behavior.
Drivers? Especially TOURISTS?! Go home! Read directions........look at the signs that indicate a one way street and acknowledge them.....You're going the wrong way! Don't start honking at me, calling me names, flipping me off because you haven't figured out that YOU are going the wrong way! Read!
Cats!
Everytime I get nice and comfortable and turn on my computer, you have to fight. I swear there is a cat fight outside my window constantly. I think I am going to leave the sprinkler on so you will not disrupt, interrupt my ME time.
Sweetie: No, it's not acceptable to be "fashionably late" to a wedding. The invitation clearly states 4:00. It's not OK to show up at 4:20. How do I know this, he asks? Again......I have catered many weddings, even got married once myself and once the mother of the bride is seated, it's done. No, your theory that since the ceremony is being held in someone's backyard vs. a Church, still does not make it ok to be "fashionably late". Just be on time. And if memory serves me right, there will be no basketball game on to divert your attention.
Boyz Father: I will give you some credit for at least trying to make time with your kids and supporting (without minimizing) a few decisions I have had to make. Thank you! But you cheap motherfucker! You know Boy#1 is going to have his wisdom teeth pulled on Friday. You know your part of this bill is over $600. I have even given you an extra 30 days to cough up this chump change, (I am being completely sarcastic.....it isn't chump change) but you are most certainly not going to flake out on your share of their automobile insurance. Damn!!!!!!!
The policy is up for renewal at the end of the month. You agreed, in our settlement meeting, that you would help finance this. Now you're trying your damnest to back out? Sorry! You lose! You signed an agreement and it is going to stick. I am going to MAKE it stick! You have gotten away with too much for way tooooo long. I mean really?! What makes you think that I should be footing the bill for everything? And? Father of the year? You have the balls to ask that I NOT repeat this to anyone because it might make you look bad. You mean......I should lie? I should tell everyone that you are constantly there supporting these kids until the very end? Yeah, Happy Father's Day, asshole!
Now that I have puked out all of my nastiness and ugliness, on the flip side.......I haven't been feeling any pain since Monday! Yes! 3 days, and catering, without any pain! This is because of a new (not really) simple, little device that I have been sleeping with for the last three nights! A rolled up towel, placed under my neck! I used to do this but somehow, and I don't know why, stopped. Forget the traction, my "memory foam" pillow, etc........the simplest, little technique, figured out all by lonesome, has helped me immensly! And it's cheap, too!
Be safe, all! Ciao!
Angie
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
My Sweetie
Sometimes I wonder about what really makes a relationship strong. I always said that if I ever, ever, and that was a very strong ever got involved with anyone again, he would have to be my best friend. I really don't want to say, "joined at the hip" or my "soul mate" because both terms are so over used and sometimes can imply neediness. And, God forbid I appear needy. Because really.....I am not. Ok.....I can be...just a little. I do like constant companionship and I guess in many ways, Sweetie and I are joined at the hip. But most of all, he is truely my bestfriend. My mom got a little bent when she heard that because, well in so many ways, my mom is my best friend. But, in a different way. I share so much with her and we are there for eachother, but really...........does anyone tell their mother EVERYTHING? I mean, seriously, everything?
I met Sweetie at a Blues Festival a litlle over two years ago. I am sure he completely hated me when we first met but he states otherwise. See, I can be a little bossy and/or pushy........Really? You ask. Yeah, just a tad. I am the oldest child and queen of my humble abode so, I can get a little bossy/pushy. Well, when a girlfiend and I entereted the club that was hosting the festival, I just dropped all of my crap...purse, coat, phone, whatever.....just on top of Sweetie's table. In other words, I kinda took it over. He was just looking at me with complete amazement that someone could be so ballsy. I really wasn't thinking because I was wrapped up in a conversation with my girlfriend. She caught on quick to Sweetie's glares and basically reprimanded me for my rude behavior. We're very good friends, known eachother for years, she's Italian as well.....so we can kinda tell eachother when the other is out of control.
I apologized to this poor man for invading his space and he just, kinda, shook his head, lke...yeah, whatever and I moved my stuff to the side. My girlfriend and I started dancing with a group of people and other that her, no one could dance. I mean, most everyone dancing seriously lacked rhythm. So, being the "ballsy" woman that I tend to be, I go over to Sweetie and say: Can you dance? That was probably my way of apologizing again for my pushiness. And, yes, that man can dance! This is probably one of the reasons we get along with one another so well because we share so many interests.
We danced a lot that night. I guess through the dancing and the several Cosmos that I consumed, I gave him my phone number. I don't usually offer up my number unless for business purposes, but.......I usually don't drink Cosmos either.
It took me along time to accept an invitation to dinner with him......a very long time. Most of my reasons happened to do with a death in my mother's family and how that event changed all of us emotionally, financially, etc...... That, in itself is an entirely completely different post. One of these days.
We started dating and realized just how much, regardless of our skin colors, that we had in common. He comes from a very close family just like I do. In fact, family is probably both of our number one priorities. And? This is the truth......we don't fight! We can bicker....sometimes we sound like an old married couple, but we never fight. There is some irony behind that as well. Our personalities are very, almost too similar. But, it works for us. I think, my perspective, is that before one of us wants to seriously blow, we stop and think how the other is going to feel. And knowing how the other feels because that is how you would feel, allows each of us to just pause.
Plus, he accepts me for who I am. He doesn't want to change me. He doesn't speak for me, etc. He accepts me for me. The greatest compliment someone can give.......acceptance.
One of our differences is how we communicate. He tends to tell stories or situations very similar to how I do.......long winded. But?! And this is a big but.......details, please. I am huge on details. I find the more details I am given, the better or more logical conclusion I can draw. Men really aren't big on details.
Example: This was our conversation last night........over dinner.
Me: What time is that wedding on Saturday? (his nephew is getting married)
Him: I don't know! (all indignant) You looked at the invitation.
Me: I forgot the time. Don't you remember?
Him: Sweetie, I don't know.
Me: (rolls eyes, gasps a few times) Alright.......you need to bring it out again. Oh, what do you want to get them? I remember the invite said something about a gift card or cash. ( I kinda find this odd/rude)
Him: I dunno.
Me: It's your nephew! I'll pick it up tomorrow after I cater. It will save you a trip. Where should I go?
Him: I dunno.
Me: Do you know anything? Anything at all about this man, your nephew? Where do they live?
Him: I dunno. Why would you ask where they live?
Me: Because if I knew where they live, I might know what store to get them a gift card from.
Him: (glares....with those big, dark eyes.....) I really don't know where someone lives would help you to figure out what you wanna buy them. That makes no sense..........am I correct?
Me: No, you're not correct! You are, however, getting on my last nerve! I guess if I knew where they lived, I would kinda know what they like. (As I was saying that...........I realized how the two have no correlation whatsoever. Only in my world)
I started laughing because, really......where a person lives really doesn't have any affect on what you buy them. That was kinda dumb. Still, he was getting on my last nerve. I don't think he really knows too much about his nephew other than he's getting married and we're invited. I can't really hold it against him because, in all honesty..........he has a ton of nephews!
This wedding has a Hawaiian theme. I can not imagine that man in a floral print. As I type this, I am laughing.....because Hawaiiian would be waaayy to "metrosexual" for him........ He loves Fall colors and looks very good in them. Where I wear too much black, he wears too much brown...........all year round. But, I was snooping in his closet the other night and found a Fall color scheme, Hawaiian style shirt with the price tags still on from a few years ago. I never knew such a thing exsisted!
As I was snooping through his closet, (yes, he was aware of this! we are both nosy!) I came to the realization that if we ever do finally live with eachother, we are going to need a closet pretty close to the size of a small state, to HOUSE all of our clothes. Yes, he's a clothes whore too! And? He's bossy..........sometimes even bossier than I! Heh!
I met Sweetie at a Blues Festival a litlle over two years ago. I am sure he completely hated me when we first met but he states otherwise. See, I can be a little bossy and/or pushy........Really? You ask. Yeah, just a tad. I am the oldest child and queen of my humble abode so, I can get a little bossy/pushy. Well, when a girlfiend and I entereted the club that was hosting the festival, I just dropped all of my crap...purse, coat, phone, whatever.....just on top of Sweetie's table. In other words, I kinda took it over. He was just looking at me with complete amazement that someone could be so ballsy. I really wasn't thinking because I was wrapped up in a conversation with my girlfriend. She caught on quick to Sweetie's glares and basically reprimanded me for my rude behavior. We're very good friends, known eachother for years, she's Italian as well.....so we can kinda tell eachother when the other is out of control.
I apologized to this poor man for invading his space and he just, kinda, shook his head, lke...yeah, whatever and I moved my stuff to the side. My girlfriend and I started dancing with a group of people and other that her, no one could dance. I mean, most everyone dancing seriously lacked rhythm. So, being the "ballsy" woman that I tend to be, I go over to Sweetie and say: Can you dance? That was probably my way of apologizing again for my pushiness. And, yes, that man can dance! This is probably one of the reasons we get along with one another so well because we share so many interests.
We danced a lot that night. I guess through the dancing and the several Cosmos that I consumed, I gave him my phone number. I don't usually offer up my number unless for business purposes, but.......I usually don't drink Cosmos either.
It took me along time to accept an invitation to dinner with him......a very long time. Most of my reasons happened to do with a death in my mother's family and how that event changed all of us emotionally, financially, etc...... That, in itself is an entirely completely different post. One of these days.
We started dating and realized just how much, regardless of our skin colors, that we had in common. He comes from a very close family just like I do. In fact, family is probably both of our number one priorities. And? This is the truth......we don't fight! We can bicker....sometimes we sound like an old married couple, but we never fight. There is some irony behind that as well. Our personalities are very, almost too similar. But, it works for us. I think, my perspective, is that before one of us wants to seriously blow, we stop and think how the other is going to feel. And knowing how the other feels because that is how you would feel, allows each of us to just pause.
Plus, he accepts me for who I am. He doesn't want to change me. He doesn't speak for me, etc. He accepts me for me. The greatest compliment someone can give.......acceptance.
One of our differences is how we communicate. He tends to tell stories or situations very similar to how I do.......long winded. But?! And this is a big but.......details, please. I am huge on details. I find the more details I am given, the better or more logical conclusion I can draw. Men really aren't big on details.
Example: This was our conversation last night........over dinner.
Me: What time is that wedding on Saturday? (his nephew is getting married)
Him: I don't know! (all indignant) You looked at the invitation.
Me: I forgot the time. Don't you remember?
Him: Sweetie, I don't know.
Me: (rolls eyes, gasps a few times) Alright.......you need to bring it out again. Oh, what do you want to get them? I remember the invite said something about a gift card or cash. ( I kinda find this odd/rude)
Him: I dunno.
Me: It's your nephew! I'll pick it up tomorrow after I cater. It will save you a trip. Where should I go?
Him: I dunno.
Me: Do you know anything? Anything at all about this man, your nephew? Where do they live?
Him: I dunno. Why would you ask where they live?
Me: Because if I knew where they live, I might know what store to get them a gift card from.
Him: (glares....with those big, dark eyes.....) I really don't know where someone lives would help you to figure out what you wanna buy them. That makes no sense..........am I correct?
Me: No, you're not correct! You are, however, getting on my last nerve! I guess if I knew where they lived, I would kinda know what they like. (As I was saying that...........I realized how the two have no correlation whatsoever. Only in my world)
I started laughing because, really......where a person lives really doesn't have any affect on what you buy them. That was kinda dumb. Still, he was getting on my last nerve. I don't think he really knows too much about his nephew other than he's getting married and we're invited. I can't really hold it against him because, in all honesty..........he has a ton of nephews!
This wedding has a Hawaiian theme. I can not imagine that man in a floral print. As I type this, I am laughing.....because Hawaiiian would be waaayy to "metrosexual" for him........ He loves Fall colors and looks very good in them. Where I wear too much black, he wears too much brown...........all year round. But, I was snooping in his closet the other night and found a Fall color scheme, Hawaiian style shirt with the price tags still on from a few years ago. I never knew such a thing exsisted!
As I was snooping through his closet, (yes, he was aware of this! we are both nosy!) I came to the realization that if we ever do finally live with eachother, we are going to need a closet pretty close to the size of a small state, to HOUSE all of our clothes. Yes, he's a clothes whore too! And? He's bossy..........sometimes even bossier than I! Heh!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Not Going to Sugar Coat It
This will probably be one of my least "politically correct" posts..but I seriously don't care. Violence and pain inflicted on inocent and not so inocent people just can not be glossed over. I seriously can not find any rational behind it nor from the words the "experts" use to explain it.
In my neck of the woods, we have been dealing with a lot of gang violence of late. Well, I should not say of late because it has been going on for many years, but it really has escalated to some seriously dangerous levels since the beginning of the year. I think my city will have more homocides that the previous "leading" year of 1987. I mean, there is a horrible homocide involving youngsters on a daily basis or pretty damn close.
The most recent homocides involved two unassuming young females leaving a night club. One was shot by cross-fire from two rival street gangs and the other thought she knew someone who was honking at her. She pulled over (not too bright, but......) and was shot and killed instantly. Did I mention each of these young women just turned 21, were bright college students, from great families, yada, yada, yada........ that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? My heart goes out to them and their families. What a waste of life.
I have always worried about my own kids being in the the wrong place at the wrong time. A party or a nighclub. Someone gets a little pissed off because someone else is wearing the wrong colors or listening to the wrong music. A fight breaks out. security does all that it can do WITHOUT involving the police. Because, the more times the police are called out to a particular club, the more danger the club owner is in of losing his liquor license. Without booze, what good is a night club? Oh, did I mention how great of a mix alcohol and fire arms are? Sweetie's son-in-law was killed at a gas station by stray bullets meant for another group of youngsters. He left behind a wife and son. Pretty damn sad. And in the most simplistic terms.......I just don't get it!
I can not condone violence in any way shape or form. Yeah, sure, I've contemplated ringing someone's neck. The boyz' dad comes to my mind as I type this. But, would I act on it? Nah....that is what blogging is for.
What I am having a hard time understanding and I know this should not even be an issue because crime is color blind and effects all groups of people, is race on race or ethnic groups killing eachother. I guess being second generation, Italian-American is why I don't get that part. See, we, as an ethnic group went through all of this crap a few generations ago. I guess you could say we were the original.......O.G.'s. We killed eachother. I remember so clearly the older women talking about how they lost a son or a grandson, nephew or whomever (women weren't quite yet involved in this crap) to either death or prison, This is probably why someone could not even pay me good money to sit through a Soprano's episode. I truely don't like seeing my herritage portrayed that way. In my world, I would like to think.......we have educated ourselves and have moved on from being the original thugs or gangstas (ers). Yes, there still are a few "bad apples."
No......it is not someone elses turn to take over the thug role. It should just stop. But, seriously how can it? Hmmmmm........do the math......dealing drugs, illegal gambling, running guns or other mass weapons of destruction, prostitution or a day working at WalMart. What nets more cash? And do you even have to report that cash?
Well, our education system in this country promotes all of our youngsters to become CEO's and to not persue any trades because, God forbid someone work with his or her own hands.......so that leaves a lot of young people left out of the grand scheme of things. Because, I am sorry, but not all of our young people are cut out to be CEO's or posess any skill even remotely resembling business in general. And we won't even touch on the fact that most of the assembly related jobs have moved off-shore because of cheaper labor and less taxes etc.
Yes, I am completely aware of the fact we have a huge problem of illegal immigrants in this country and especially this state that have moved up from picking grapes and/or cleaning hotel rooms (neither job suited too many people) into the construction industry and other professions that, even today, we as citizens of this country wouldn't mind working. The pay is pretty good...........work is still hard, but it beats picking grapes.........anything beats picking grapes. Trust me, I know. I did it for about five minutes because I worked in the wine industry as a sales rep and the company I worked for thought it would be oh, so fun to "let" us pick grapes. Sucky. Sucky. I could not find the humor or any amusement. Go Cesar Chavez!
But, this crime wave.........wow. I know it is not just my city, where I live. It's national and not just in the inner-city any longer. But what is the answer? Prison? Yeah, that reforms people and makes them all righteous and upstanding upon exiting. The death penalty? Sorry, I can't see how that works. It never brings back the victim and seriously, how does it promote or create "closure?" I just don't believe in violence, even state sanctuated violence. That, too, is premeditated.
Speaking of immigrants.........this is the part I seriously do not get. We have a huge Russian/Ukranian immigrant population in the out-lying areas of where I live. They are, by nature, Fundamentalists or Evangelical....Baptist? I believe. I am sorry, spoken like a typical Italian....I know Catholicism and have spent many years running from that, as well. So, excuse me, really, for not being up on Protestant religions. But, any way.........there new thing. Go beat the holy shit out of a homosexual man. It's ok and your Pastor condones it. Really....truthfully. That is the new one.
Gay men, downtown, are being warned.....by posters, fliers, e-mails, etc.......about a group of young Russian or former Soviet Union youth ENCOURAGED to beat the crap out of them. This has been highly publisized and completely condoned by so-called, "Christian Pastors."
What I fail to understand about this scenario is...........these are the same people that chose to come to this country, this state, this city to flee persecution from their homeland. One would possibly remember how it felt to be "persecuted".....correct? It really wasn't that long ago when the wall came tumbling down and the former Soviet Union ceased to exist. So, my question to these up and coming thugs is.........Why would you, YOU, of all people inflict persecution on someone else just because they do not share YOUR beliefs. You seriously don't remember how you and your family felt? Why? It's NOT God's will.......I don't know of any Bible that would state that your behavior is acceptable. Your Pastor has some serious issues and perhaps even some closet homosexual tendancies himself.......I dunno, nor do I honestly care.
I just want my streets, my family, friends, loved ones, etc.........safe from all of your stupid......Yes, Stupid.........shit.
My rant for the day! And, for the record............this was written by a liberal. Please, no one call me a racist. You can call me a miraid of many other choice words. But a racist.....I am not.
Be safe! Ciao!
Angie
In my neck of the woods, we have been dealing with a lot of gang violence of late. Well, I should not say of late because it has been going on for many years, but it really has escalated to some seriously dangerous levels since the beginning of the year. I think my city will have more homocides that the previous "leading" year of 1987. I mean, there is a horrible homocide involving youngsters on a daily basis or pretty damn close.
The most recent homocides involved two unassuming young females leaving a night club. One was shot by cross-fire from two rival street gangs and the other thought she knew someone who was honking at her. She pulled over (not too bright, but......) and was shot and killed instantly. Did I mention each of these young women just turned 21, were bright college students, from great families, yada, yada, yada........ that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time? My heart goes out to them and their families. What a waste of life.
I have always worried about my own kids being in the the wrong place at the wrong time. A party or a nighclub. Someone gets a little pissed off because someone else is wearing the wrong colors or listening to the wrong music. A fight breaks out. security does all that it can do WITHOUT involving the police. Because, the more times the police are called out to a particular club, the more danger the club owner is in of losing his liquor license. Without booze, what good is a night club? Oh, did I mention how great of a mix alcohol and fire arms are? Sweetie's son-in-law was killed at a gas station by stray bullets meant for another group of youngsters. He left behind a wife and son. Pretty damn sad. And in the most simplistic terms.......I just don't get it!
I can not condone violence in any way shape or form. Yeah, sure, I've contemplated ringing someone's neck. The boyz' dad comes to my mind as I type this. But, would I act on it? Nah....that is what blogging is for.
What I am having a hard time understanding and I know this should not even be an issue because crime is color blind and effects all groups of people, is race on race or ethnic groups killing eachother. I guess being second generation, Italian-American is why I don't get that part. See, we, as an ethnic group went through all of this crap a few generations ago. I guess you could say we were the original.......O.G.'s. We killed eachother. I remember so clearly the older women talking about how they lost a son or a grandson, nephew or whomever (women weren't quite yet involved in this crap) to either death or prison, This is probably why someone could not even pay me good money to sit through a Soprano's episode. I truely don't like seeing my herritage portrayed that way. In my world, I would like to think.......we have educated ourselves and have moved on from being the original thugs or gangstas (ers). Yes, there still are a few "bad apples."
No......it is not someone elses turn to take over the thug role. It should just stop. But, seriously how can it? Hmmmmm........do the math......dealing drugs, illegal gambling, running guns or other mass weapons of destruction, prostitution or a day working at WalMart. What nets more cash? And do you even have to report that cash?
Well, our education system in this country promotes all of our youngsters to become CEO's and to not persue any trades because, God forbid someone work with his or her own hands.......so that leaves a lot of young people left out of the grand scheme of things. Because, I am sorry, but not all of our young people are cut out to be CEO's or posess any skill even remotely resembling business in general. And we won't even touch on the fact that most of the assembly related jobs have moved off-shore because of cheaper labor and less taxes etc.
Yes, I am completely aware of the fact we have a huge problem of illegal immigrants in this country and especially this state that have moved up from picking grapes and/or cleaning hotel rooms (neither job suited too many people) into the construction industry and other professions that, even today, we as citizens of this country wouldn't mind working. The pay is pretty good...........work is still hard, but it beats picking grapes.........anything beats picking grapes. Trust me, I know. I did it for about five minutes because I worked in the wine industry as a sales rep and the company I worked for thought it would be oh, so fun to "let" us pick grapes. Sucky. Sucky. I could not find the humor or any amusement. Go Cesar Chavez!
But, this crime wave.........wow. I know it is not just my city, where I live. It's national and not just in the inner-city any longer. But what is the answer? Prison? Yeah, that reforms people and makes them all righteous and upstanding upon exiting. The death penalty? Sorry, I can't see how that works. It never brings back the victim and seriously, how does it promote or create "closure?" I just don't believe in violence, even state sanctuated violence. That, too, is premeditated.
Speaking of immigrants.........this is the part I seriously do not get. We have a huge Russian/Ukranian immigrant population in the out-lying areas of where I live. They are, by nature, Fundamentalists or Evangelical....Baptist? I believe. I am sorry, spoken like a typical Italian....I know Catholicism and have spent many years running from that, as well. So, excuse me, really, for not being up on Protestant religions. But, any way.........there new thing. Go beat the holy shit out of a homosexual man. It's ok and your Pastor condones it. Really....truthfully. That is the new one.
Gay men, downtown, are being warned.....by posters, fliers, e-mails, etc.......about a group of young Russian or former Soviet Union youth ENCOURAGED to beat the crap out of them. This has been highly publisized and completely condoned by so-called, "Christian Pastors."
What I fail to understand about this scenario is...........these are the same people that chose to come to this country, this state, this city to flee persecution from their homeland. One would possibly remember how it felt to be "persecuted".....correct? It really wasn't that long ago when the wall came tumbling down and the former Soviet Union ceased to exist. So, my question to these up and coming thugs is.........Why would you, YOU, of all people inflict persecution on someone else just because they do not share YOUR beliefs. You seriously don't remember how you and your family felt? Why? It's NOT God's will.......I don't know of any Bible that would state that your behavior is acceptable. Your Pastor has some serious issues and perhaps even some closet homosexual tendancies himself.......I dunno, nor do I honestly care.
I just want my streets, my family, friends, loved ones, etc.........safe from all of your stupid......Yes, Stupid.........shit.
My rant for the day! And, for the record............this was written by a liberal. Please, no one call me a racist. You can call me a miraid of many other choice words. But a racist.....I am not.
Be safe! Ciao!
Angie
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Rewind or Fastforward?
This is kinda fun and nostalgic. You go over to: popculturemadness.com and you look up the "BillBoard Hits" for the year you turned 18. Then.........you write about them and how the hit songs "touched" you or how they made you feel.
Ok..........I am really trying to not be so jaded, sarcastic, synical, negative, mean, or whatever, but the 80's seriously sucked monkey ass! I mean, c'mon...........Reagan was our "President", the clothes were way too lame.........please! How attractive are pegged legs if you are 5'0 tall (on a good day), petite but sport a J-Lo ass? Really! It's all about balance! Not butt-in-a-bag.
The big hair thing was fine because, well, it doesn't matter what decade it is, I will always have big hair and I am very thankful for that. It could be worse..........female baldness kinda ranks up there with pegged leg jeans.
So here is the list for the wonderful of year of:::::::::::1982. 25 years ago............Damn, I am getting old!
1982
November 21, 1981 - January 29, 1982: Physical - Olivia Newton-John
January 30 - February 5: I Can't Go for That (No Can Do) - Daryl Hall & John Oates
February 6 - March 19: Centerfold - J. Geils Band
March 20 - May 7: I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
May 8 - May 14: Chariots of Fire theme Vangelis
May 15 - July 2: Ebony and Ivory - Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
July 3 - July 23: Don't You Want Me - The Human League
July 24 - September 3: Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
September 4 - September 17: Abracadabra - The Steve Miller Band
September 18 - October 1: Hard to Say I'm Sorry - Chicago
October 2 - October 29: Jack & Diane - John Mellencamp
October 30 - November 5: Who Can It Be Now? - Men at Work
November 6 - November 26: Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes
November 27 - December 10: Truly - Lionel Richie
December 11- December 17: Mickey - Toni Basil
December 18, 1982 - January 14, 1983: Maneater - Hall & Oates
Seriously? You're kidding me, right? What a year in music.
Do I dare pick each one of these "diddies" apart? I mean........would that be a complete waste of time, energy and words? There really are no words to describe these songs other than..........they basically all suck to some great level. So having said that, I think I will only pick a few just for giggles and laughs.
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me knowwwwwwww? That's just gay! Enough said.
Oh Micky your so fine you blow my mind, hey Micky........ Speed kills, Toni.........and those clothes? Wow........
A little ditty about Jack and Diane...........no........I really don't care to hear about it.......
Truly, truly in love with you, girl. I am truly.....blah, blah, blah........(ok, I'll admit I played that one way too many times in my Celica). Sorry, Hallmark.......I think Mr. Richie beat you up in the saccharine dept.
I love Rock-n-Roll so put another dime in the juke box, baby......A dime? A dime? Ms. Jett? For the love of God........please wash your face. You really can not wear all of that black eyeliner, etc..........it doesn't look good. And? Act like a lady!
I seriously could go on and on...but I won't, I promise..........The ironic thing is I know the damn words to virtually every song on this list! And? I can still visualize most of the videos......Yuck!
On that "note" I think I will get a glass of wine and clear my mind from this musical decade of rubble.....or rubbish.......depending on how you view it.
Ciao,
Angie
Ok..........I am really trying to not be so jaded, sarcastic, synical, negative, mean, or whatever, but the 80's seriously sucked monkey ass! I mean, c'mon...........Reagan was our "President", the clothes were way too lame.........please! How attractive are pegged legs if you are 5'0 tall (on a good day), petite but sport a J-Lo ass? Really! It's all about balance! Not butt-in-a-bag.
The big hair thing was fine because, well, it doesn't matter what decade it is, I will always have big hair and I am very thankful for that. It could be worse..........female baldness kinda ranks up there with pegged leg jeans.
So here is the list for the wonderful of year of:::::::::::1982. 25 years ago............Damn, I am getting old!
1982
November 21, 1981 - January 29, 1982: Physical - Olivia Newton-John
January 30 - February 5: I Can't Go for That (No Can Do) - Daryl Hall & John Oates
February 6 - March 19: Centerfold - J. Geils Band
March 20 - May 7: I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
May 8 - May 14: Chariots of Fire theme Vangelis
May 15 - July 2: Ebony and Ivory - Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
July 3 - July 23: Don't You Want Me - The Human League
July 24 - September 3: Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
September 4 - September 17: Abracadabra - The Steve Miller Band
September 18 - October 1: Hard to Say I'm Sorry - Chicago
October 2 - October 29: Jack & Diane - John Mellencamp
October 30 - November 5: Who Can It Be Now? - Men at Work
November 6 - November 26: Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes
November 27 - December 10: Truly - Lionel Richie
December 11- December 17: Mickey - Toni Basil
December 18, 1982 - January 14, 1983: Maneater - Hall & Oates
Seriously? You're kidding me, right? What a year in music.
Do I dare pick each one of these "diddies" apart? I mean........would that be a complete waste of time, energy and words? There really are no words to describe these songs other than..........they basically all suck to some great level. So having said that, I think I will only pick a few just for giggles and laughs.
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me knowwwwwwww? That's just gay! Enough said.
Oh Micky your so fine you blow my mind, hey Micky........ Speed kills, Toni.........and those clothes? Wow........
A little ditty about Jack and Diane...........no........I really don't care to hear about it.......
Truly, truly in love with you, girl. I am truly.....blah, blah, blah........(ok, I'll admit I played that one way too many times in my Celica). Sorry, Hallmark.......I think Mr. Richie beat you up in the saccharine dept.
I love Rock-n-Roll so put another dime in the juke box, baby......A dime? A dime? Ms. Jett? For the love of God........please wash your face. You really can not wear all of that black eyeliner, etc..........it doesn't look good. And? Act like a lady!
I seriously could go on and on...but I won't, I promise..........The ironic thing is I know the damn words to virtually every song on this list! And? I can still visualize most of the videos......Yuck!
On that "note" I think I will get a glass of wine and clear my mind from this musical decade of rubble.....or rubbish.......depending on how you view it.
Ciao,
Angie
Monday, May 28, 2007
I Just Can't
Today has been one hectic, drama filled day. Fences! Well, at least they are up. Thank you Sweetie and your brother for doing a great job. Also, thank you for puting up with dysfunctional bull shit. I am sorry that you had to help me break up a nasty, ugly fight between my kids. I have mentioned that one is an adult and the other is almost there. I just wish they would act like adults!
The reason for the fight was because of an overweight, destructive dog whom I didn't realize that I liked so much until..............well, he got out. And? I spent three hours driving all through my neighborhood looking for him. I live in a city. The Downtown area of a rather large city! Damn, I was worried. So much was going through my mind while I was looking for him. Freeways..........commuter trains.......( Yes, they still run on Holidays) busy streets........friendly dog who would go up to just about anyone.................homeless people that love to tote around a dog. That is something I have never figured out......but, I guess it has to do with companionship.
My older son let him out (remember.....fences are down). And my younger son blamed his brother for the dog getting out. My older boy felt horrible. It really was no one's fault. Yes, my older son should have more common sense and use better judgement. He can't expect Sweetie to watch the dog AND build a fence.
After three hours of driving around and asking virtually every person I saw if they had seen him, I went home. It was useless. No one had seen him and that was very strange to me. The dog never gets out. I can leave my back gate open and do work back there and he never takes off.
I just knew or felt he had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps, he was in one of neighbor's yard playing with another dog. I just knew he was around. So, when I came in from the alley into my back yard, who comes trotting out from my neighbor's house......HOUSE, mind you...............the dog! What the hell?
Yes, while walking and looking for him.......we called for him.....by name. We aren't that GUMBAish.........we can think of the obvious. Apparently my neighbor isn't so quick on the uptake. While the boyz and Sweetie were calling for him, the dumb-ass dog would go to her window and look at them. I don't think it ever occurred to her that we were L O O K I N G for our dog. She just kinda looked at me and said: "Oh, I guess I should have let you know that he was here". Really! Hello! I hate to stereo-type but I now know how blonde jokes got started.
Our dog decided he would go over to her yard and then into her house and curl up with HER dog. Her dog is a female and I think my dog is "sweet on her." (My South of the Mason-Dixon line quote for the day). They were just hanging out together having a grand ol' time!
Me? I was an axiety ridden mess! Damn, dog! First thing out of my mouth when I saw him was...........wow I don't even like you and I am glad you're back! I seriously did not realize that I actually liked him so much ,if at all.........I can't say love......not just yet........like was tough enough. I probably would "love" him if he would not eat my clothing. The dog has a zipper fettish and loves to chew them off of brand new jeans.
Ok........so now boy#1 has to settle some unfinished business with his brother. He follows his brother into the house, calls him a name.........something to do with female anatomy......(I hate that word) and the fight is on. I had to yell for Sweetie. You know? That was the first time in almost two years that man has ever butted into, what he calls, my business. He set them straight. He did a great job!
I am trying to get a hold of their father............yeah, right. I can't do this on my own............I seriously C A N N O T!
In my next life, I want to come back as a cat! Think of how enjoyable it would be to just lay around all day and do nothing. My only care in the world would be how to catch a bird. I would seriously go for the Blue Jays. I absolutely hate those bastards! They love to swoop down and peck at my cats. Don't get me started about how they steal my grapes and tomatoes.
Ok.......it's hot........I need a shower, preferably luke warm, at best........and I think I might have a good cry.
The reason for the fight was because of an overweight, destructive dog whom I didn't realize that I liked so much until..............well, he got out. And? I spent three hours driving all through my neighborhood looking for him. I live in a city. The Downtown area of a rather large city! Damn, I was worried. So much was going through my mind while I was looking for him. Freeways..........commuter trains.......( Yes, they still run on Holidays) busy streets........friendly dog who would go up to just about anyone.................homeless people that love to tote around a dog. That is something I have never figured out......but, I guess it has to do with companionship.
My older son let him out (remember.....fences are down). And my younger son blamed his brother for the dog getting out. My older boy felt horrible. It really was no one's fault. Yes, my older son should have more common sense and use better judgement. He can't expect Sweetie to watch the dog AND build a fence.
After three hours of driving around and asking virtually every person I saw if they had seen him, I went home. It was useless. No one had seen him and that was very strange to me. The dog never gets out. I can leave my back gate open and do work back there and he never takes off.
I just knew or felt he had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps, he was in one of neighbor's yard playing with another dog. I just knew he was around. So, when I came in from the alley into my back yard, who comes trotting out from my neighbor's house......HOUSE, mind you...............the dog! What the hell?
Yes, while walking and looking for him.......we called for him.....by name. We aren't that GUMBAish.........we can think of the obvious. Apparently my neighbor isn't so quick on the uptake. While the boyz and Sweetie were calling for him, the dumb-ass dog would go to her window and look at them. I don't think it ever occurred to her that we were L O O K I N G for our dog. She just kinda looked at me and said: "Oh, I guess I should have let you know that he was here". Really! Hello! I hate to stereo-type but I now know how blonde jokes got started.
Our dog decided he would go over to her yard and then into her house and curl up with HER dog. Her dog is a female and I think my dog is "sweet on her." (My South of the Mason-Dixon line quote for the day). They were just hanging out together having a grand ol' time!
Me? I was an axiety ridden mess! Damn, dog! First thing out of my mouth when I saw him was...........wow I don't even like you and I am glad you're back! I seriously did not realize that I actually liked him so much ,if at all.........I can't say love......not just yet........like was tough enough. I probably would "love" him if he would not eat my clothing. The dog has a zipper fettish and loves to chew them off of brand new jeans.
Ok........so now boy#1 has to settle some unfinished business with his brother. He follows his brother into the house, calls him a name.........something to do with female anatomy......(I hate that word) and the fight is on. I had to yell for Sweetie. You know? That was the first time in almost two years that man has ever butted into, what he calls, my business. He set them straight. He did a great job!
I am trying to get a hold of their father............yeah, right. I can't do this on my own............I seriously C A N N O T!
In my next life, I want to come back as a cat! Think of how enjoyable it would be to just lay around all day and do nothing. My only care in the world would be how to catch a bird. I would seriously go for the Blue Jays. I absolutely hate those bastards! They love to swoop down and peck at my cats. Don't get me started about how they steal my grapes and tomatoes.
Ok.......it's hot........I need a shower, preferably luke warm, at best........and I think I might have a good cry.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Good Things Come to Those That..........WAIT
I am not a very patient person. I think during creation, I seriously got into the wrong line. The line I stood in consisted of mainly Type A personalities and we were all fighting over who was going to be first and we seriously missed out on the importance of being a well rounded person. I try.......I try each and everyday to grow more patience but somehow, it doesn't work for me. I don't get it!
And? I get seriously confused when someone comments about how much patience I really do have. I become speechless and get that scrunched up, puzzled look because I KNOW I have no patience. I think people THINK I have patience because of trying to make a go of a business AND raising two teenage (God Help Us All) boyz! Yeah, I do have patience with them and MOST all of their situations. Guess that's why I love wine. Hmmm......maybe I got into the "Addictive Personality" line as well.
I have realized that my patience level, or non-patience level reaches monsterous heights when I have to wait. I hate waiting. Waiting for virtually anything causes my blood pressure to escelate to dangerous levels. Yes, I know, I am being overly dramatic.
I wait on people all day. The one's I love the most, actually the least, are those that can't make up their minds. That's when my Type A personality kicks in and states, in the most professional way, "I am cooking you............" (fill in the blank and it's usually what I bought too much of). And, the best part? They're happy! I saved them some much needed brain power........I made up their mind for them. Now, they can utilize that energy on more important things besides deciding what they want for lunch. It's a win win situation. I don't have to wait any further and can utilize my stronger skills on preparring them a very tasty and healthy lunch.
I finally, finally was granted my S&M traction device. It's awesome. I called the company, told them when I would be there to pick it up...........translation, Go get it from your warehouse, leave it at the front desk, let me sign, and I am outta there. Nah..........I had to wait.........and wait a very long time..........impatiently.
I think the scarriest waiting situations entails my boyz. I seriously get freaked out when they are late and I've called them several times and they don't answer their cell phones. My run-a- muck imagination then seriously kicks into overdrive and I just know something bad has happened. Just pick up the phone and let me know you are safe and on your way home.
I seriously become an anxiety ridden mess. Yes, it's been stated several times that I over react. Probably. But, damn it if you know I am a "worry wort" and you were supposed to be home earlier, just call me and let me know you are safe....just running late. I do understand the concept of traffic. I deal with it, also, every single day. And? I do understand that the only parking space available was about a half a mile from where you were going. That works and it's a valid excuse. Just let me know, damn, it!
Yes, that is what I am dealing with, lately...........waiting.
Now, I am waiting on Sweetie to get here and help me with my rotting fence. But? The "Basket Ball" game is on and I am sure I am going to be waiting for a while.
You know what? I am seriously getting burned out on basketball. I can hardly "WAIT" until the season is completely over with! I think I might use my "waiting time" to make a chain counting down the days until Basket Ball Season is done! You know those chains we used to make in elementary school counting down the days until Christmas? We actually were able to use the word Christmas in public schools back then! Well, anyway......one of those chains.
I think I will make the paper links all in the color black because I am now an official.......Basket Ball Widow!
And that Basket Ball I bought him last year for Valentine's Day? (What a dumb present, but he wanted a new one). That ball is going to go flying out his car window because I am so sick of it rolling around all over my feet! ( I think when I am not in the car with that man, he secretly straps in Mr. Spalding so he, too, can be safe from all of the crazy, rude drivers).
One last basketball rant: Go San Antonio! I sure do like Mr. Ginobili.......one of the few things from Texas I am liking these days!
Ciao, Angie
And? I get seriously confused when someone comments about how much patience I really do have. I become speechless and get that scrunched up, puzzled look because I KNOW I have no patience. I think people THINK I have patience because of trying to make a go of a business AND raising two teenage (God Help Us All) boyz! Yeah, I do have patience with them and MOST all of their situations. Guess that's why I love wine. Hmmm......maybe I got into the "Addictive Personality" line as well.
I have realized that my patience level, or non-patience level reaches monsterous heights when I have to wait. I hate waiting. Waiting for virtually anything causes my blood pressure to escelate to dangerous levels. Yes, I know, I am being overly dramatic.
I wait on people all day. The one's I love the most, actually the least, are those that can't make up their minds. That's when my Type A personality kicks in and states, in the most professional way, "I am cooking you............" (fill in the blank and it's usually what I bought too much of). And, the best part? They're happy! I saved them some much needed brain power........I made up their mind for them. Now, they can utilize that energy on more important things besides deciding what they want for lunch. It's a win win situation. I don't have to wait any further and can utilize my stronger skills on preparring them a very tasty and healthy lunch.
I finally, finally was granted my S&M traction device. It's awesome. I called the company, told them when I would be there to pick it up...........translation, Go get it from your warehouse, leave it at the front desk, let me sign, and I am outta there. Nah..........I had to wait.........and wait a very long time..........impatiently.
I think the scarriest waiting situations entails my boyz. I seriously get freaked out when they are late and I've called them several times and they don't answer their cell phones. My run-a- muck imagination then seriously kicks into overdrive and I just know something bad has happened. Just pick up the phone and let me know you are safe and on your way home.
I seriously become an anxiety ridden mess. Yes, it's been stated several times that I over react. Probably. But, damn it if you know I am a "worry wort" and you were supposed to be home earlier, just call me and let me know you are safe....just running late. I do understand the concept of traffic. I deal with it, also, every single day. And? I do understand that the only parking space available was about a half a mile from where you were going. That works and it's a valid excuse. Just let me know, damn, it!
Yes, that is what I am dealing with, lately...........waiting.
Now, I am waiting on Sweetie to get here and help me with my rotting fence. But? The "Basket Ball" game is on and I am sure I am going to be waiting for a while.
You know what? I am seriously getting burned out on basketball. I can hardly "WAIT" until the season is completely over with! I think I might use my "waiting time" to make a chain counting down the days until Basket Ball Season is done! You know those chains we used to make in elementary school counting down the days until Christmas? We actually were able to use the word Christmas in public schools back then! Well, anyway......one of those chains.
I think I will make the paper links all in the color black because I am now an official.......Basket Ball Widow!
And that Basket Ball I bought him last year for Valentine's Day? (What a dumb present, but he wanted a new one). That ball is going to go flying out his car window because I am so sick of it rolling around all over my feet! ( I think when I am not in the car with that man, he secretly straps in Mr. Spalding so he, too, can be safe from all of the crazy, rude drivers).
One last basketball rant: Go San Antonio! I sure do like Mr. Ginobili.......one of the few things from Texas I am liking these days!
Ciao, Angie
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Tagged....again.
This is actually a good one and it does help to build the self-esteem. I just got back from making hundreds of pounds of Italian sausage with my parents' neighbors, it was fun. I smell like dead animal and garlic, but what the hell.? So I turn on my computer and read a few of my favorite blogs and I have been tagged by Missy. So here it goes.
List 7 things I like about me:
# 1). I am very honest. Sometimes, almost too honest which can be misconstrued as "out spoken." I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, nor would I tell someone they look awful in their new dress, but I do speak my mind and I don't play games.
2). I don't play games. What you see is what you get. I guess that would go with the honesty part. I just hate head games and refuse to engage in them.
3). I am a good mom. (Sorry, Missy, I am really not trying to "copy" you but your words were very good). I sure hope to God that at some point, in one or both of my boyz' life, they are not stretched on some shrink's couch arguing this point. But I have done most of the child rearing on my own, even when my husband and I still lived under the same roof. I've done the best I can.
4). I am a great listener. I have always had people confide in me just about everything. I may not agree with whomever, but I will listen and offer advise as needed. Sometimes I feel I am the town sounding board and there is no one available when I need someone to talk with. I think that is how I got into blogging. I share everything with Sweetie, but somethings you just have to it write out vs. talk out.
5). I love life and love to live life to its fullest. Meaning: Yeah, I love to laugh, dance, sing, drink (not excessively) but in a great social setting and I love to see the same in others. We only get one chance at this life and there is nothing, materially, we can take with us upon death, so why not have a great time?
6). I am not materialistic. I have, unfortunately expensive taste, but I am not materialistic. The simplest things in life mean more to me than anything. I would much rather share an evening with my family, Sweetie and friends than have a cruise around the world. I know that, in itself, sounds very simplistic, but that is how I view life. It's the simple things in life that matter more to me than anything.
#7). Now, the vanity parts I like about me. I will be 43 years old in about six weeks........eewwwwww.......I am very proud of the fact that I have managed to keep my weight in check........still have the same amount of energy as I did when I was half this age and I really don't have too many wrinkles. Laugh lines do not count! It's the sad person who has no laugh lines! I have a grey streak that I refer to as Cruella DeVille, or my boyz...but that, too, is managable..........dark hair dye.........just a little and prey it doesn't turn red.
So, I guess this sums it up? Maybe?
Thank you, Missy..........I didn't realize I was tagged by you until I went to leave you a comment and glanced at the screen and saw my name. This was fun!
Ciao, Angie
List 7 things I like about me:
# 1). I am very honest. Sometimes, almost too honest which can be misconstrued as "out spoken." I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, nor would I tell someone they look awful in their new dress, but I do speak my mind and I don't play games.
2). I don't play games. What you see is what you get. I guess that would go with the honesty part. I just hate head games and refuse to engage in them.
3). I am a good mom. (Sorry, Missy, I am really not trying to "copy" you but your words were very good). I sure hope to God that at some point, in one or both of my boyz' life, they are not stretched on some shrink's couch arguing this point. But I have done most of the child rearing on my own, even when my husband and I still lived under the same roof. I've done the best I can.
4). I am a great listener. I have always had people confide in me just about everything. I may not agree with whomever, but I will listen and offer advise as needed. Sometimes I feel I am the town sounding board and there is no one available when I need someone to talk with. I think that is how I got into blogging. I share everything with Sweetie, but somethings you just have to it write out vs. talk out.
5). I love life and love to live life to its fullest. Meaning: Yeah, I love to laugh, dance, sing, drink (not excessively) but in a great social setting and I love to see the same in others. We only get one chance at this life and there is nothing, materially, we can take with us upon death, so why not have a great time?
6). I am not materialistic. I have, unfortunately expensive taste, but I am not materialistic. The simplest things in life mean more to me than anything. I would much rather share an evening with my family, Sweetie and friends than have a cruise around the world. I know that, in itself, sounds very simplistic, but that is how I view life. It's the simple things in life that matter more to me than anything.
#7). Now, the vanity parts I like about me. I will be 43 years old in about six weeks........eewwwwww.......I am very proud of the fact that I have managed to keep my weight in check........still have the same amount of energy as I did when I was half this age and I really don't have too many wrinkles. Laugh lines do not count! It's the sad person who has no laugh lines! I have a grey streak that I refer to as Cruella DeVille, or my boyz...but that, too, is managable..........dark hair dye.........just a little and prey it doesn't turn red.
So, I guess this sums it up? Maybe?
Thank you, Missy..........I didn't realize I was tagged by you until I went to leave you a comment and glanced at the screen and saw my name. This was fun!
Ciao, Angie
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Until Death Do Us Part
I am just trying to absorb everything that happened yesterday. I feel as though a whirlwind of some sort has hit me and has blown me towards this huge black door with this huge metal handle that I am afraid to turn. I am petrified of opening this door and seeing what is really behind it. Whatever awaits behind this door is frightening, causing me great anxiety because, I know.......it's change.
I went to a "settlement meeting" yesterday. This is a type of meeting where my lawyer, myself, my ex's lawyer and him all sit at this big table and try to reach some agreement regarding our kids and property. It's very stressfull. You don't know what to expect because each party is being "secretive" and can not reveal their game plan until this big day. Actually, viewing it as humanly possible according to Angie Logic: I just wonder how two people who were once in love, shared two kids together, a house, three cats and a pain in the ass dog let it get this far. Sitting across from one another squabbling over bull shit, trivial crap such as a credit card issued jointly, back in the mid 1980's, that had been paid in full for several years. His attorney tried this and thankfully, mine squelched it before it became an issue. A very trivial, waste of time issue. His attorney is a clown.
This meeting dragged on for three hours and in the end? I have my house. Yes, that is what I wanted and always wanted.......but? I am sad.
The reasons for my sadness and my bewilderment have to do with the trade offs for "getting" the house.
My ex? He no longer has to pay child support. His co-payments for his kids' secondary education are very limited as well. He will still pay their medical insurance premiums and will only support them monetarily as he deems necessarry.
In other words? According to Angie Logic? All parental responsibility and The House..........are mine. In essecents, they really have always been mine....but he claimed that he contributed to some degree....I guess to make him feel better? To massage his conscience? I dunno.
The man did exactly what I always knew he wanted to do: Rid himself of all responsibility as a man and a father.
I know he loves these boys...........I do know this.......but? I just can't put into words. It's sad. In the process of divorcing me I firmly believe his kids have been "divorced" as well. I can't describe my feelings.......it's just strange.
Ironically, when I got home from our meeting my mail had arrived. He sent me a mother's day card thanking me for always being there for our boys and being a great mother. He also sent one to MY mother thanking her for the same thing.
I did the "big girl" thing and called him up and thanked him. Yes, it was a nice gesture. It was thoughful and I should just take it for what it is. But? Of course, I psycho-analyze everything to death and just wonder........are the cards another way to make HIM feel better? Another way to massage HIS conscience? I'll never know. I should just move on and not delve into the subject any further. They're cards for the Love of God....accept them and move on.
Now............well, with all of these "new" responsibilities I have.......( I am sorry, they are not new. They are the same ones I always had for the last 20 years. They have just "legally" shifted to me because some legal document will state that..........) Wow! I definitely will have to close my business because, yes, I will need more money to foot the bill for everything! Yes..........everything.
My ex will have to attend parenting classes. I made that very clear. There will be graduations, weddings (hopefully not for a very long time) grand children, etc. Even with a document stating our marriage is dissolved, I will always be somewhat "attached" to this man until? Death Do Us Part.
I think I will cry now. This is all so overwhelming! Too bad it's very early in the day because a glass of wine would be just what the doctor would order.
I went to a "settlement meeting" yesterday. This is a type of meeting where my lawyer, myself, my ex's lawyer and him all sit at this big table and try to reach some agreement regarding our kids and property. It's very stressfull. You don't know what to expect because each party is being "secretive" and can not reveal their game plan until this big day. Actually, viewing it as humanly possible according to Angie Logic: I just wonder how two people who were once in love, shared two kids together, a house, three cats and a pain in the ass dog let it get this far. Sitting across from one another squabbling over bull shit, trivial crap such as a credit card issued jointly, back in the mid 1980's, that had been paid in full for several years. His attorney tried this and thankfully, mine squelched it before it became an issue. A very trivial, waste of time issue. His attorney is a clown.
This meeting dragged on for three hours and in the end? I have my house. Yes, that is what I wanted and always wanted.......but? I am sad.
The reasons for my sadness and my bewilderment have to do with the trade offs for "getting" the house.
My ex? He no longer has to pay child support. His co-payments for his kids' secondary education are very limited as well. He will still pay their medical insurance premiums and will only support them monetarily as he deems necessarry.
In other words? According to Angie Logic? All parental responsibility and The House..........are mine. In essecents, they really have always been mine....but he claimed that he contributed to some degree....I guess to make him feel better? To massage his conscience? I dunno.
The man did exactly what I always knew he wanted to do: Rid himself of all responsibility as a man and a father.
I know he loves these boys...........I do know this.......but? I just can't put into words. It's sad. In the process of divorcing me I firmly believe his kids have been "divorced" as well. I can't describe my feelings.......it's just strange.
Ironically, when I got home from our meeting my mail had arrived. He sent me a mother's day card thanking me for always being there for our boys and being a great mother. He also sent one to MY mother thanking her for the same thing.
I did the "big girl" thing and called him up and thanked him. Yes, it was a nice gesture. It was thoughful and I should just take it for what it is. But? Of course, I psycho-analyze everything to death and just wonder........are the cards another way to make HIM feel better? Another way to massage HIS conscience? I'll never know. I should just move on and not delve into the subject any further. They're cards for the Love of God....accept them and move on.
Now............well, with all of these "new" responsibilities I have.......( I am sorry, they are not new. They are the same ones I always had for the last 20 years. They have just "legally" shifted to me because some legal document will state that..........) Wow! I definitely will have to close my business because, yes, I will need more money to foot the bill for everything! Yes..........everything.
My ex will have to attend parenting classes. I made that very clear. There will be graduations, weddings (hopefully not for a very long time) grand children, etc. Even with a document stating our marriage is dissolved, I will always be somewhat "attached" to this man until? Death Do Us Part.
I think I will cry now. This is all so overwhelming! Too bad it's very early in the day because a glass of wine would be just what the doctor would order.
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