IL Gallo (it is a small "L" but the genius, font wizzard has made the I (capital) and l (lower case ) too similar to figure out) ..
I was going through some old journals and short stories I wrote many years ago, and stumbled on one of my favorites. I used to work in an Italian owned company that specialized in many things related to either the Italian-American culture or Italy in general. Mainly, it specialized in dysfunction. That is another story in itself.
But, we carried this beautiful Italian pottery which is not exactly cheap. You can get "Made in China" knockoffs, but the real deal is exquisite and spendy.
IL Gallo, damn, I hate that l or L, means: The Rooster in Italian. Also, IL Gallo is basically the cornerstone, for lack of better words,or associated with Florenzia, Toscano.....Florence, Italy. The rooster is everywhere!
Ok, so in this country we also, sometimes call a rooster a cock, right???? (HMMMM , you thought that was only male genitlia slang? No, Rooster!)
This is a true story. Names have been changed but it is true.
At that time, I recently had separrated with my husband, weighed, oh about, 94 pounds...wet, and was a complete emotional mess. I was also involved in another unhealthy relationship. Damn, I sure can pick them. But, I loved my job and mainly my customers. However, elderly Italian folk can really get on your nerves. Unfortunately, mainly the women. I can say this, because I am one of them. We are demanding, out-spoken, (see Everyone Love's Raymond mother) and sometimes just pain in the asses because we can be. My mother nick-named me PIA many years ago for the last quoted reason.
Ok, so these elderly people come in to look for water pitchers. They just have remodeled their kitchen and they want a water pitcher to sit on one of their counters. They have measured the space, precisely between the counter and the cupboard that hangs above. They are looking, and lo and behold, she goes for the cock! (the rooster pitcher). Unfortunately, she goes for the "country blue 80's" cock and not the bright red, yellow and every other bright color Italy is known for.
They come up to me and ask me several questions which, seriously, I was surprised by. Usually, elderly Italians, or those that I had contact with, would normally "haggle" about the price. It always amazed me how they still are on the bartering system and the reason why I jacked up prices because I knew I would end up giving a discount. It was always a win win situation.
Anyway, they now go up to friend who worked with me and still works for me, Michaela, and want to know the height, or measurement of the rooster/cock. I start laughing and look at Michi and say......."didn't you measure the cock?" Remember, they want to make sure it fits between counter and cupboard.
She just looks at me and amazingly, contains herself. I, however, I am in my glory because I need some comic relief. I tell the couple that, off the top of my head the rooster/cock is about ten/eleven inches tall.
So, I go to my boss to get a ruler. He asks what I need a ruler for and I tell him I am going to measure a cock for some couple. He's from Italy and his eyes get huge. "What????" I tell him, again, "I need to measure a cock." He just looks at me like, whatever.
Now a line of customers have formed at the counter. Most of which just want to pay for their lunch and head back to their cubicle at some government job. Only one woman, a regular customer seems to be paying attention to this game.
So, I take out the ruler and I measure the cock. He only comes in at:::::::: 8 inches.
The mister was very surprised by the noted smallness of the rooster and says to me: " I would have sworn he was at least 12" high."
I could not resist. I just looked at him and said: "That is because you all lie."
The couple didn't get it. Michaela just walked away and the regular customer of mine, nearly spit her lunch out in laughter. I had fun. Sometimes, you just have to put forth the effort to smile and laugh. No, this was not at the expense of another. I am sorry, that was too easy. They kinda walked into that one and I sure, to this day, still do not know what we found so funny.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
slam dunk?
Sweetie is b-ball man . He knows everything there is to know about basketball. He went to college on a sholarship (?) for basketball. Knocked up his ex wife and had to quit but, he's the game and the man. (according to him).
His friends get him in a game and he is so competitive and they are talking smack about me.
Friends tell him, or ask him about the "new love of his life." " Heard she's not pretty." Now, I am Italian and HE is not. He's black. Looks like a famouse rapper, that's another story. Remind me. I'll have to tell you the Carrie story.
This all to get him distactaced and he bites.
"Angie????" He asks. "She's very fine."
"Nah" as they play. "Heard she has a J-Lo ass. And, she's not pretty."
Sweetie as he's sweating away. "Angie, She's very pretty. I don't know what y'all are talking about."
As they go up for the shoot of all century or whatever.........."heard she is not pretty, but beautiflu! Done in your face and you loose."
Sweetie is pisssed and calls lme and thanks me for loosing his game. I seriously do not have a clue about what he's talking about. Wish I did, but I don't. Guess, I should take this as a compliment?????? Seriously wondering.
I love that man and sure wish he was by me tonight!
His friends get him in a game and he is so competitive and they are talking smack about me.
Friends tell him, or ask him about the "new love of his life." " Heard she's not pretty." Now, I am Italian and HE is not. He's black. Looks like a famouse rapper, that's another story. Remind me. I'll have to tell you the Carrie story.
This all to get him distactaced and he bites.
"Angie????" He asks. "She's very fine."
"Nah" as they play. "Heard she has a J-Lo ass. And, she's not pretty."
Sweetie as he's sweating away. "Angie, She's very pretty. I don't know what y'all are talking about."
As they go up for the shoot of all century or whatever.........."heard she is not pretty, but beautiflu! Done in your face and you loose."
Sweetie is pisssed and calls lme and thanks me for loosing his game. I seriously do not have a clue about what he's talking about. Wish I did, but I don't. Guess, I should take this as a compliment?????? Seriously wondering.
I love that man and sure wish he was by me tonight!
Characters Welcomed
Damn, I hate that saying. I am a HUGE Law and Order fan , all episodes are on that certain network and characters, just like stupid people are around me, in adbundance!
I love to people watch, it is HUGE part of my life and every one is a character whith his or her own story to tell or be told, by his or her actions or some one elses' version Turth or thruth be known? It's a mystery. AND, a mystery I must solve.
Ok, I am sick. I caught my kids', both, of their colds. That is what happens when you live under the same roof and touch all of the same things. I am sick and did not want to go out last night. But, Sweetie, came up all dressed up, and I knew HE wanted go out and, so we did. ( I am such a good woman). We went to the Blues Club and it was Packed! Packed. Fire Marshall Packed.
OK, we share the same peronality...patience vs. impatiences and we go out. I can't breethe and it is pouring down rain, but we go out. What a good woman am I. And, we see charactors around us. Welcome and not so welcome.
Pimp daddy or Mcdaddy: He is just so worng! He is a 60+ man on the stroll. Several weeks ago he tried his game with me. EWWWWWWW.
Pim Daddy nudges me and says, (after Sweetie went to the restroom) "Let's Dance.: EWWWWWWW.
Me: Ah, No, my boyfriend (Hates when I cal him this, he's a man) doesn't like when I dance when other men, thank you, but no thanks.
He then nudges me again with his elbow AND blows me a kiss. EWWWWWW.
Sweetie comes out of the restroom and Pimp Daddy is gone. I tell Sweetie to, please, never leave me alone, again. It's a free for all.
We go up to get a drink. I just want Brandy because the fumes and the warm glass helps my cold. I know, just an excue.
Oh! the fight back to our seats.
Bladder Boy: This man HAD to announce to the wold his bladder, or lack of control, problem. We were in a packed room, not like I could go up the person in front of my ass,(Sweetie's) so he could get by. Bu he was SPECIAL. He needed special treatment. We were all to clear the path so he could get by to pee. Don't drink too much and you would not have to pee. DUH!
Later, in the evening, his girlfriend or skank of the night, gave him a very disgusting lap dance. to, what I call the White Trash National Antem (Sweet Home Alabama). Sorry, no offense, attended. But that song just sucks. Again, the man had to announce to the world that "he got off." L:ike anyone cares. What a stage and, another Springer episode. Don't have too much respect for rednecks and there, thankfully, not too much in my neighborhood.
Crank Girl: Don't care about your drama. Enough Said!!!! Take care of yourself and your kids and all will be well. Enough said. Get off the hook!
The Big Dude that Looks Like a Tree: Don;t park your big, Black, 6'6 foot ass in front of me AND the drink counter. The world does not, and never did, revolve around you! Move! (Sweetie told you this and I seriously thought we would be dead at that moment). Move!!!!!
Old Dudes: Why stand in an aisle????? Please, why? Do you own it? Move!!! Damn, it! Trying to get through. Move!
Droid boy: Hey, your arms are built like my legs, but why????? Sweetie says you work out, but I am convinced you are a "Roid" man......you are going to have small testicles and bigger boobs than I and you will seriously, at least one time in your life, go off on someone inocent. My question??? Why??? Just work out and get off the Roids!!
Dude "I have your back": Quit pushing me if you have my back!!!!!!! I can not go any faster out of here. And, yes, I want the Holy Hell out of here. I can only move so fast . I have a sick, 4'11 ass and, tonight, I'm not moving that quickly. So, don't say you have my back. You just want to shove it along and help further YOUR cause. I hate your gouthie (?) mug.
Band: You were good! WERE! Especially, that tribute to James Brown. Now, you play Skynard. Enough said. Flick the Bick! Get me the hell out of here!
Oh, did I mention the rain??????? Leave all of the buildings and you not only get soaking, dirty rain, but Wind. Get me home!!!
Now, after a day of regrouping, Sweetie has MY cold. He now wishes that we would have stayed home and just watched a DVD. HMMMMMMM, I think that is what I originally suggested. So much for NOT having a penis.
I love to people watch, it is HUGE part of my life and every one is a character whith his or her own story to tell or be told, by his or her actions or some one elses' version Turth or thruth be known? It's a mystery. AND, a mystery I must solve.
Ok, I am sick. I caught my kids', both, of their colds. That is what happens when you live under the same roof and touch all of the same things. I am sick and did not want to go out last night. But, Sweetie, came up all dressed up, and I knew HE wanted go out and, so we did. ( I am such a good woman). We went to the Blues Club and it was Packed! Packed. Fire Marshall Packed.
OK, we share the same peronality...patience vs. impatiences and we go out. I can't breethe and it is pouring down rain, but we go out. What a good woman am I. And, we see charactors around us. Welcome and not so welcome.
Pimp daddy or Mcdaddy: He is just so worng! He is a 60+ man on the stroll. Several weeks ago he tried his game with me. EWWWWWWW.
Pim Daddy nudges me and says, (after Sweetie went to the restroom) "Let's Dance.: EWWWWWWW.
Me: Ah, No, my boyfriend (Hates when I cal him this, he's a man) doesn't like when I dance when other men, thank you, but no thanks.
He then nudges me again with his elbow AND blows me a kiss. EWWWWWW.
Sweetie comes out of the restroom and Pimp Daddy is gone. I tell Sweetie to, please, never leave me alone, again. It's a free for all.
We go up to get a drink. I just want Brandy because the fumes and the warm glass helps my cold. I know, just an excue.
Oh! the fight back to our seats.
Bladder Boy: This man HAD to announce to the wold his bladder, or lack of control, problem. We were in a packed room, not like I could go up the person in front of my ass,(Sweetie's) so he could get by. Bu he was SPECIAL. He needed special treatment. We were all to clear the path so he could get by to pee. Don't drink too much and you would not have to pee. DUH!
Later, in the evening, his girlfriend or skank of the night, gave him a very disgusting lap dance. to, what I call the White Trash National Antem (Sweet Home Alabama). Sorry, no offense, attended. But that song just sucks. Again, the man had to announce to the world that "he got off." L:ike anyone cares. What a stage and, another Springer episode. Don't have too much respect for rednecks and there, thankfully, not too much in my neighborhood.
Crank Girl: Don't care about your drama. Enough Said!!!! Take care of yourself and your kids and all will be well. Enough said. Get off the hook!
The Big Dude that Looks Like a Tree: Don;t park your big, Black, 6'6 foot ass in front of me AND the drink counter. The world does not, and never did, revolve around you! Move! (Sweetie told you this and I seriously thought we would be dead at that moment). Move!!!!!
Old Dudes: Why stand in an aisle????? Please, why? Do you own it? Move!!! Damn, it! Trying to get through. Move!
Droid boy: Hey, your arms are built like my legs, but why????? Sweetie says you work out, but I am convinced you are a "Roid" man......you are going to have small testicles and bigger boobs than I and you will seriously, at least one time in your life, go off on someone inocent. My question??? Why??? Just work out and get off the Roids!!
Dude "I have your back": Quit pushing me if you have my back!!!!!!! I can not go any faster out of here. And, yes, I want the Holy Hell out of here. I can only move so fast . I have a sick, 4'11 ass and, tonight, I'm not moving that quickly. So, don't say you have my back. You just want to shove it along and help further YOUR cause. I hate your gouthie (?) mug.
Band: You were good! WERE! Especially, that tribute to James Brown. Now, you play Skynard. Enough said. Flick the Bick! Get me the hell out of here!
Oh, did I mention the rain??????? Leave all of the buildings and you not only get soaking, dirty rain, but Wind. Get me home!!!
Now, after a day of regrouping, Sweetie has MY cold. He now wishes that we would have stayed home and just watched a DVD. HMMMMMMM, I think that is what I originally suggested. So much for NOT having a penis.
Stupid People Part 2
It even gets more stupid. In my last post, I had commented, briefly about my soon-to-be ex's stupidity. Just stupid, enough said. Well, we are fighting over a vehicle, (SUV, mine and only mine) that he thinks, agian thinks, he has some claim to. The title is soley in my namel. This man's reasoning behind this is, and I quote: "Well, it was supposed to be mine but I let you buy it."
O.K. guess that is a rational arguement and will hold up in court. NOT! But anyway, he has listed it as community property and the only way I can do anything with it (sell it so I can buy my son something more economical and reliable) is for him to provide written consent. Rediculous! I am at some control freak's mercy over something that is mine.
Anyway, after a week of fighting over this beast, (car) he comes over with this document releasing his interest in my vehicle and I must sign it....again, he controls the document, it's wording, timing, etc.........Wrong!
Wrong on so many levels. First off, he doesn't even get my name right and this is a legal document. I have been legally married to this man for 21 years and he still can not get my name correct. He seriously, sleeep walked, slept walked (?) through our marriage. To him, this was no big deal and I was making a "federal case" about it. Then he puts all of these contingencies that I must sell this vehicle IMMEDIATELY (holding gun to prospective buyer's head as we speak) and use the money soley for the purpose of buying our son a more reliable vehicle. Yeah, right! You are going to dictate to me what I am going to do and when I am going to do it?????? You should know me better by now! I told him that I will use this document when I run out of toilet paper......but not in those exact words.
So, I write up a new document, correct my name and leave out all of the contingencies. Now, it's off to the Notary. Yes, everything I do with this man has to be notarized because I do not trust him. We both go up to the counter and she is doing my signature first and needs my ID.
Notary Lady: "You have such a cute name."
Me: "Thank you. You can not believe how many people screw it up."
(Now, ex is standing next to me and knows exactly what I am referring to. I also have a hyphenated name (never got rid of my maiden name) and it's Italian so it can be difficult for some to pronounce.
NL: "How can people screw it up? It's long, but rather easy."
Me: "I know, but it amazes me. Especially, people who have known me for years. They still screw it up. I have even had people argue with me on how to pronouce and spell it. Like, I don't know how to do either.
NL: "That's because you have surrounded yourself with Stupid People."
(I start laughing, and just cracking up. Ex is FUMING.)
Me: "I know. People can be so stupid that it never ceases to amaze me."
Now, the ex is pissed off because, remember, I made a "federal case" about my name being written incorrectly. I am just so glad that someone else, other than myself, pointed out his stupidity.
Well, at least the vehicle is no longer up for grabs and it is now a dead issue. The for sale sign goes up soon and hopefully, I can find something that will work well for my son. That, in itself, is going to be a challenge. We have two different view points on this subject. Me: Economical, efficient, reliable. Him: Sporty, fast, flashy, cool. At least, we have the same manufacturer in mind, just a different model.
Please, one week with no more stupid people. Just one!!!
O.K. guess that is a rational arguement and will hold up in court. NOT! But anyway, he has listed it as community property and the only way I can do anything with it (sell it so I can buy my son something more economical and reliable) is for him to provide written consent. Rediculous! I am at some control freak's mercy over something that is mine.
Anyway, after a week of fighting over this beast, (car) he comes over with this document releasing his interest in my vehicle and I must sign it....again, he controls the document, it's wording, timing, etc.........Wrong!
Wrong on so many levels. First off, he doesn't even get my name right and this is a legal document. I have been legally married to this man for 21 years and he still can not get my name correct. He seriously, sleeep walked, slept walked (?) through our marriage. To him, this was no big deal and I was making a "federal case" about it. Then he puts all of these contingencies that I must sell this vehicle IMMEDIATELY (holding gun to prospective buyer's head as we speak) and use the money soley for the purpose of buying our son a more reliable vehicle. Yeah, right! You are going to dictate to me what I am going to do and when I am going to do it?????? You should know me better by now! I told him that I will use this document when I run out of toilet paper......but not in those exact words.
So, I write up a new document, correct my name and leave out all of the contingencies. Now, it's off to the Notary. Yes, everything I do with this man has to be notarized because I do not trust him. We both go up to the counter and she is doing my signature first and needs my ID.
Notary Lady: "You have such a cute name."
Me: "Thank you. You can not believe how many people screw it up."
(Now, ex is standing next to me and knows exactly what I am referring to. I also have a hyphenated name (never got rid of my maiden name) and it's Italian so it can be difficult for some to pronounce.
NL: "How can people screw it up? It's long, but rather easy."
Me: "I know, but it amazes me. Especially, people who have known me for years. They still screw it up. I have even had people argue with me on how to pronouce and spell it. Like, I don't know how to do either.
NL: "That's because you have surrounded yourself with Stupid People."
(I start laughing, and just cracking up. Ex is FUMING.)
Me: "I know. People can be so stupid that it never ceases to amaze me."
Now, the ex is pissed off because, remember, I made a "federal case" about my name being written incorrectly. I am just so glad that someone else, other than myself, pointed out his stupidity.
Well, at least the vehicle is no longer up for grabs and it is now a dead issue. The for sale sign goes up soon and hopefully, I can find something that will work well for my son. That, in itself, is going to be a challenge. We have two different view points on this subject. Me: Economical, efficient, reliable. Him: Sporty, fast, flashy, cool. At least, we have the same manufacturer in mind, just a different model.
Please, one week with no more stupid people. Just one!!!
Friday, February 23, 2007
There are Stupid People all Around Me
Please, wake me from this terrible nightmare. There are stupid people all around me and it is scarring me to death! I try not to knock someone's intelligence or lack there of......but, I will "comment" on those around me that are rude, insensitive and just plain lack common sense. Everyday, it seems more people I come into contact with are inbedded in this category. So sad, I know.
Day One: Dr.'s Office Cow
Yes, she's a cow and on several occasions, I have told her so. Remember, this is the first person you come in contact with upon entering the office. Why do companies, offices, or whatever have the rudest person on the planet greet people, whether it be in person or on the phone? Seriously, wake up America!!!!!!! You may have the best product, be the best doctor, but the cow that greets me is ruining your business!
I have labled her, besides "Cow," the "NO Person." Don't confuse this with being "In-the-Know" she is just NO. Each question you ask her is answered with, "NO." Why????...because she can and it, most likely, is the only thing she can control in life. No wonder my blood pressure was elevated upon entering the examination room. I had to deal with her first! Apparently, I am not the only "patient"....now, IMpatient.......that has complained about her. But, she still has a job. She most likely always will. She's been the "greeter" for, at the very least, the last 17 years I have been going there. Probably gets raises also. Cow!
Day Two: Youngsters
I have teenagers at home that I have to deal with everyday.....I'm their mom. However, when I go out on the weekends, the last group of people I want to have even in the same atmosphere as I are teenagers and young 20 something yearl olds. Nah, you're not all bad, it's me. I am getting older and just don't get the "quirkiness" of your generation. I was married and had two kids BEFORE my mid-20's. I HAD to grow up.
So young girl with way too low pants..c'mon leave a little mystery, and young "newest, hot, dude" in her life HAVE to be right next to me and Sweetie and they are just going at it. I mean, gross! Get a room......and quit bumping into me and knocking me off of my 4" heels. Just one night, I would love to be close to average height without breaking an ankle in the process.
So, after I finish my glass of wine, Sweetie and I head towards the restrooms. This is a rather large club and it is packed. But, my luck? Make out queen and her gaggle of girlfriends have taken over the bathroom. I guess we do travel in packs and have to use the restroom TOGETHER.
I am standing in line listening to what is mainly nonsense about how sweet, hot and whatever the make out king is. "He even goes to church. Isn't that sooooooo sweet." Church doesn't make the man, trust me. I pull out my phone to see if any of my kids called me and sure enough, boy #1 has called.
One of the dim witted, ratt packers notices that I am going to use my phone and in her ever so sing-song, Valley Girl voice says:
VG: Ummmmmmm are you like drunk dialing?
Me: What? (Wanted to make sure I heard correctly)
VG: Like, you know, Drunk Dialing.
Me: First, that is none of your business. Second, I am not drunk. Third, I am calling my son!
They all left. Abruptly.
I went back to find Sweetie and he asked me where all my "buddies" went. I told him I think I scared them away. After telling him the story, he just smiled and said, " That's my girl!"
Day 3: Opposing Cousel
I do not know just where my ex found this clown. Dial a clown? I have often thought about calling my ex and warning him about how stupid this man is. I also would like to suggest to him that he should fire him AND sue him for malpractice. But, forget that! That jack-ass is going to be my ace-in-the-hole! Seriously, the man is a clown. I got so much pleasure in telling this dweeb to never contact me and send every useless piece of information to my attorney.
Day 4: My Ex.
Stupidity. Just stupid and a whole book in itself. Enough said, already!
Day 5: My clients
Make up your mind!!!!!! Make up your mind!!!!! If there is a price issued, talk to me. I am reasonable. I can negotiate. Please, don't pull some passive/aggressive crap to manipulate me. COMMUNICATE!
Day 6: Google Blogs
Thank you for only publishing HALF of my Blog and losing the other half. Way to go geniuses.
Day7: Looking forward to the weekend
Anyone figure out that I am tired, stressed-out, pissed off and sick of people? Throw a cold and Aunt Flo into the mix and I am a raging maniac. Aunt Flo: You have over-stayed your welcome. Go home you mean hag. I don't like you, I never liked you and I hated you since I first met you!
Hope the weekend goes well because I need some peace! Have a nice weekend everyone!
Day One: Dr.'s Office Cow
Yes, she's a cow and on several occasions, I have told her so. Remember, this is the first person you come in contact with upon entering the office. Why do companies, offices, or whatever have the rudest person on the planet greet people, whether it be in person or on the phone? Seriously, wake up America!!!!!!! You may have the best product, be the best doctor, but the cow that greets me is ruining your business!
I have labled her, besides "Cow," the "NO Person." Don't confuse this with being "In-the-Know" she is just NO. Each question you ask her is answered with, "NO." Why????...because she can and it, most likely, is the only thing she can control in life. No wonder my blood pressure was elevated upon entering the examination room. I had to deal with her first! Apparently, I am not the only "patient"....now, IMpatient.......that has complained about her. But, she still has a job. She most likely always will. She's been the "greeter" for, at the very least, the last 17 years I have been going there. Probably gets raises also. Cow!
Day Two: Youngsters
I have teenagers at home that I have to deal with everyday.....I'm their mom. However, when I go out on the weekends, the last group of people I want to have even in the same atmosphere as I are teenagers and young 20 something yearl olds. Nah, you're not all bad, it's me. I am getting older and just don't get the "quirkiness" of your generation. I was married and had two kids BEFORE my mid-20's. I HAD to grow up.
So young girl with way too low pants..c'mon leave a little mystery, and young "newest, hot, dude" in her life HAVE to be right next to me and Sweetie and they are just going at it. I mean, gross! Get a room......and quit bumping into me and knocking me off of my 4" heels. Just one night, I would love to be close to average height without breaking an ankle in the process.
So, after I finish my glass of wine, Sweetie and I head towards the restrooms. This is a rather large club and it is packed. But, my luck? Make out queen and her gaggle of girlfriends have taken over the bathroom. I guess we do travel in packs and have to use the restroom TOGETHER.
I am standing in line listening to what is mainly nonsense about how sweet, hot and whatever the make out king is. "He even goes to church. Isn't that sooooooo sweet." Church doesn't make the man, trust me. I pull out my phone to see if any of my kids called me and sure enough, boy #1 has called.
One of the dim witted, ratt packers notices that I am going to use my phone and in her ever so sing-song, Valley Girl voice says:
VG: Ummmmmmm are you like drunk dialing?
Me: What? (Wanted to make sure I heard correctly)
VG: Like, you know, Drunk Dialing.
Me: First, that is none of your business. Second, I am not drunk. Third, I am calling my son!
They all left. Abruptly.
I went back to find Sweetie and he asked me where all my "buddies" went. I told him I think I scared them away. After telling him the story, he just smiled and said, " That's my girl!"
Day 3: Opposing Cousel
I do not know just where my ex found this clown. Dial a clown? I have often thought about calling my ex and warning him about how stupid this man is. I also would like to suggest to him that he should fire him AND sue him for malpractice. But, forget that! That jack-ass is going to be my ace-in-the-hole! Seriously, the man is a clown. I got so much pleasure in telling this dweeb to never contact me and send every useless piece of information to my attorney.
Day 4: My Ex.
Stupidity. Just stupid and a whole book in itself. Enough said, already!
Day 5: My clients
Make up your mind!!!!!! Make up your mind!!!!! If there is a price issued, talk to me. I am reasonable. I can negotiate. Please, don't pull some passive/aggressive crap to manipulate me. COMMUNICATE!
Day 6: Google Blogs
Thank you for only publishing HALF of my Blog and losing the other half. Way to go geniuses.
Day7: Looking forward to the weekend
Anyone figure out that I am tired, stressed-out, pissed off and sick of people? Throw a cold and Aunt Flo into the mix and I am a raging maniac. Aunt Flo: You have over-stayed your welcome. Go home you mean hag. I don't like you, I never liked you and I hated you since I first met you!
Hope the weekend goes well because I need some peace! Have a nice weekend everyone!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Stero-types
I just found out that I am a stereo-typical, vindictive woman whose has sunk to an all time low. (Me thinks, he's been finally looking at the papers I served HIM). Now, if someone's intentions, even and including, someone you once loved and shared a life and two kids with, was trying to take away, or at the very least, force the sale of you home and one automobile that your kid uses for college....would you not come out of the bag?
Would you not do everything you could, with in your power and legal limit to prevent this?
Would you go after everything you are entitled to from your marriage?
So, my question is......what makes me so different? I am sure that most people would have answered "yes" to all of the above questions. I am protecting my kids' and my future. What is so wrong or vindictive with that? I seriously need some "neutral" advise. Please feel free to give! The more, the better. It will help me form a rational opinion of my actions and perhaps, just maybe, make me see things from a different perspective. I dunno......but help would greatly appreciated.
I once truly, truly loved that man and seriously thought we would have a lifetime together. Every couple has ups and downs in their relationship but I firmly believe that my marriage was so one-sided. He lived his dreams and did whatever he chose even at the expense of his family. I finally had enough and asked him to leave.
I think the day that I realized it was never going to work was when I sat him down after puting the kids to bed and tried pouring my heart and soul out to him. We seriously needed a talk and perhaps, counseling. But, he fell asleep on me.....not just once, but twice! I am really not that boring of a person. In my field, you have to have a personality and be able to talk with people. Sweetie and I talk for hours.....he listens and retains.
I now am living my dream....owning my own business and that, as well as depriving me from finishing my education, is something that he also is trying to take away. He thinks that the "family support" he is required to pay will only help "finance" my business. He even had the nerve, and I refuse to say "balls," to tell our oldest son that I owe so many people money and that many people have "bank rolled" my business.
He then told my son that once my inherrited property was sold that we were going to be broke because I owed so many people money. I would like to meet these people. I did it all on my own. Yes, in the beginning, when I first started, he did help me out with a few house payments. He said he would because HE SAID he wanted to help me......no strings attached there!
He's a musician and a very talented one at that. But, his weekend-warrior career came before everything. When he was not working at his "day gig," he was playing on the weekends. OOOps...forgot about those practices during the week. On the weekends, after coming home well after 2:00 AM, he slept a good portion of the next day. Forty + year olds do not have the same bounce back time as they did when they were in their 20's.........grow up!
This lead to neglect!!!!! Neglect for me, his kids and his house. Oh, my the house. I am looking at the very least, $30k in repairs. That would just get in up to being "saleable." If he chooses this route, he will be forced to pay half of all expenses. However, I won't "front" the money and wait for repayment upon selling my home. He's going to have to take out a loan to finance his share. I am fighting for this home! My home! My kids' home! Damn, it!
Reasons:
I live in a great neighborhood....low crime, close to everything and in the heart of a major city. (Not into the country nor burbs). I like living close to restaurants and shopping.......
My kids grew up here.
Remodeling.....oh, my.........what can be done!!!!!! A ton......it has so much "Old World" charm and style you can not find any longer.
And, I am sorry. It's mine. I made the home for this family. I did!
Also, I don't want to move....hell no! That takes way too much effort. I would rather see my whole house torn apart and gutted than have to move.
I have a hard time rationalizing why someone would want to uproot their kids, pets, etc.........and force them to move. The only reason I can come up with is a monetary issue. I have equity and live in a nice, desirable neighborhood.
Well, stereo-types in a divorce run on both sides. Obviously, the woman is viewed as a money hungry, out for blood bitch....and hmmmmm let's see, his stereo-type? Well, he's now a dead beat dad (4 months in the rears with child support). He rarely sees his kids, only when it's convenient for him and now has traded his kids in for his wonderful, sweet, loving, girlfriend, that, according to him......"So unlike you, Angie........."
Thank you! I heard she isn't too stacked in the personality department. I hope she makes you happy. I really do. Even with all of your faults and all the hurt you have caused me throughout the years, I hope you find happiness. I just wish it wasn't at the expense of you children!!!!!!!
Would you not do everything you could, with in your power and legal limit to prevent this?
Would you go after everything you are entitled to from your marriage?
So, my question is......what makes me so different? I am sure that most people would have answered "yes" to all of the above questions. I am protecting my kids' and my future. What is so wrong or vindictive with that? I seriously need some "neutral" advise. Please feel free to give! The more, the better. It will help me form a rational opinion of my actions and perhaps, just maybe, make me see things from a different perspective. I dunno......but help would greatly appreciated.
I once truly, truly loved that man and seriously thought we would have a lifetime together. Every couple has ups and downs in their relationship but I firmly believe that my marriage was so one-sided. He lived his dreams and did whatever he chose even at the expense of his family. I finally had enough and asked him to leave.
I think the day that I realized it was never going to work was when I sat him down after puting the kids to bed and tried pouring my heart and soul out to him. We seriously needed a talk and perhaps, counseling. But, he fell asleep on me.....not just once, but twice! I am really not that boring of a person. In my field, you have to have a personality and be able to talk with people. Sweetie and I talk for hours.....he listens and retains.
I now am living my dream....owning my own business and that, as well as depriving me from finishing my education, is something that he also is trying to take away. He thinks that the "family support" he is required to pay will only help "finance" my business. He even had the nerve, and I refuse to say "balls," to tell our oldest son that I owe so many people money and that many people have "bank rolled" my business.
He then told my son that once my inherrited property was sold that we were going to be broke because I owed so many people money. I would like to meet these people. I did it all on my own. Yes, in the beginning, when I first started, he did help me out with a few house payments. He said he would because HE SAID he wanted to help me......no strings attached there!
He's a musician and a very talented one at that. But, his weekend-warrior career came before everything. When he was not working at his "day gig," he was playing on the weekends. OOOps...forgot about those practices during the week. On the weekends, after coming home well after 2:00 AM, he slept a good portion of the next day. Forty + year olds do not have the same bounce back time as they did when they were in their 20's.........grow up!
This lead to neglect!!!!! Neglect for me, his kids and his house. Oh, my the house. I am looking at the very least, $30k in repairs. That would just get in up to being "saleable." If he chooses this route, he will be forced to pay half of all expenses. However, I won't "front" the money and wait for repayment upon selling my home. He's going to have to take out a loan to finance his share. I am fighting for this home! My home! My kids' home! Damn, it!
Reasons:
I live in a great neighborhood....low crime, close to everything and in the heart of a major city. (Not into the country nor burbs). I like living close to restaurants and shopping.......
My kids grew up here.
Remodeling.....oh, my.........what can be done!!!!!! A ton......it has so much "Old World" charm and style you can not find any longer.
And, I am sorry. It's mine. I made the home for this family. I did!
Also, I don't want to move....hell no! That takes way too much effort. I would rather see my whole house torn apart and gutted than have to move.
I have a hard time rationalizing why someone would want to uproot their kids, pets, etc.........and force them to move. The only reason I can come up with is a monetary issue. I have equity and live in a nice, desirable neighborhood.
Well, stereo-types in a divorce run on both sides. Obviously, the woman is viewed as a money hungry, out for blood bitch....and hmmmmm let's see, his stereo-type? Well, he's now a dead beat dad (4 months in the rears with child support). He rarely sees his kids, only when it's convenient for him and now has traded his kids in for his wonderful, sweet, loving, girlfriend, that, according to him......"So unlike you, Angie........."
Thank you! I heard she isn't too stacked in the personality department. I hope she makes you happy. I really do. Even with all of your faults and all the hurt you have caused me throughout the years, I hope you find happiness. I just wish it wasn't at the expense of you children!!!!!!!
Friday, February 16, 2007
To Whom it May Concern
To Whom it May Concern:
Thank you for giving me the stregnth I needed to get through this week. Thank you for lighting a fire under my ass to get all of my papers in order. I actually killed two birds with that stone. Now, I am ready for taxes..........sorta. I still need to gain control, or at least half control, over the interest paid on my (unfortunately, our) home.
Thank you for letting me work 12 hours straight without a break catering an event my youngest son helped organize. Thank you for his father backing out of attending at the last minute.
Thank you for giving me friends to help me get through all of this!
Thank you for giving me family to help me get through all of this!
Thank you for blessing me with two lovely boys that have been getting along and are not "acting out."
Thank you for my oldest son's girlfriend showing her crazy, true, colors to him...........(hopefully, that will light a fire under his ass!)
Thank you for my sweetie. I loved spending Valentine's Day with and every other day we share.
But, most of all, thank you for letting me be me. It's been a painful, stressed out, week. But, I got through it and can relax for the next three days. HOLIDAY!
I will honor our presidents. Unfortunately, my generation wasn't blessed with very good ones. Since I was of legal voting age, I had two last names to choose from: Bush or Clinton. Oh, I forgot....Reagan..........Yeah, he was thrown into the mix. The only winner I ever voted for was Clinton.........hmmmmm.
Oh, well, thank you for our presidents, I guess? Just don't be thinking about drafting any of my boyz!
Thank you for giving me the stregnth I needed to get through this week. Thank you for lighting a fire under my ass to get all of my papers in order. I actually killed two birds with that stone. Now, I am ready for taxes..........sorta. I still need to gain control, or at least half control, over the interest paid on my (unfortunately, our) home.
Thank you for letting me work 12 hours straight without a break catering an event my youngest son helped organize. Thank you for his father backing out of attending at the last minute.
Thank you for giving me friends to help me get through all of this!
Thank you for giving me family to help me get through all of this!
Thank you for blessing me with two lovely boys that have been getting along and are not "acting out."
Thank you for my oldest son's girlfriend showing her crazy, true, colors to him...........(hopefully, that will light a fire under his ass!)
Thank you for my sweetie. I loved spending Valentine's Day with and every other day we share.
But, most of all, thank you for letting me be me. It's been a painful, stressed out, week. But, I got through it and can relax for the next three days. HOLIDAY!
I will honor our presidents. Unfortunately, my generation wasn't blessed with very good ones. Since I was of legal voting age, I had two last names to choose from: Bush or Clinton. Oh, I forgot....Reagan..........Yeah, he was thrown into the mix. The only winner I ever voted for was Clinton.........hmmmmm.
Oh, well, thank you for our presidents, I guess? Just don't be thinking about drafting any of my boyz!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
To Health, Salud!
Translation: "Salud" is Southern Italian dialect for cheers........or in REAL Italian......Salute`, Cin Cin,....we always just said, Salud!
Anyway, I am raising a wine glass and "cheering" to good health, figuratively. For the most part mine is excellent, but today, I found out my blood pressure is high. Who would of thunk? With all the crap I am going through, I am surprised I haven't had a stroke! My blood pressure has always been very low, even throughout my pregnancies. But, well, stress can really screw up one's physical as well as mental health.
So needless to say, I have been prescribed some meds that are supposed to help relieve the anxiety and panic attacks that I have currently been experiencing. I don't do well with meds. I am the one who experiences virtually every side effect listed. In fact, as I have gotten older, I always research any medication and basically sit waiting for any signs of the "side effects. This stuff will probably give me an anxiety attack just waiting for any side effects to materialize.....sure hope not.
I haven't filled it, yet. The horrible thing is that I can't have any wine while taking it.....bummer. But, I don't have to take it constantly, just when I have had a bad day and know my mind will not turn off and let me sleep. The nights Sweetie is with me, I don't have that problem. It's just when he is not here, I don't feel safe.
Knowing that someone (my soon to be ex) has gone through my person belongings and rifled through my papers and such induces a feeling of insecurity and that is what leads to my panic attacks. The end result......high blood pressure.
So my goal for the rest of the week is to slow down and relax........take time to breathe and not be in such a hurry.
Please, God, give me stregnth!!!! Also, help me to keep my big mouth shut and my Italian temper in check when I see the ex-idiot.....(naw, that implies he's no longer an idiot) ex-husband at my son's ucoming event.
I'll be good!
Anyway, I am raising a wine glass and "cheering" to good health, figuratively. For the most part mine is excellent, but today, I found out my blood pressure is high. Who would of thunk? With all the crap I am going through, I am surprised I haven't had a stroke! My blood pressure has always been very low, even throughout my pregnancies. But, well, stress can really screw up one's physical as well as mental health.
So needless to say, I have been prescribed some meds that are supposed to help relieve the anxiety and panic attacks that I have currently been experiencing. I don't do well with meds. I am the one who experiences virtually every side effect listed. In fact, as I have gotten older, I always research any medication and basically sit waiting for any signs of the "side effects. This stuff will probably give me an anxiety attack just waiting for any side effects to materialize.....sure hope not.
I haven't filled it, yet. The horrible thing is that I can't have any wine while taking it.....bummer. But, I don't have to take it constantly, just when I have had a bad day and know my mind will not turn off and let me sleep. The nights Sweetie is with me, I don't have that problem. It's just when he is not here, I don't feel safe.
Knowing that someone (my soon to be ex) has gone through my person belongings and rifled through my papers and such induces a feeling of insecurity and that is what leads to my panic attacks. The end result......high blood pressure.
So my goal for the rest of the week is to slow down and relax........take time to breathe and not be in such a hurry.
Please, God, give me stregnth!!!! Also, help me to keep my big mouth shut and my Italian temper in check when I see the ex-idiot.....(naw, that implies he's no longer an idiot) ex-husband at my son's ucoming event.
I'll be good!
Thursday, February 8, 2007
From Worst to Best
I've been writing and writing and writing all this week. I guess I really should write up a few of the menus I promised some catering clients, but I will get to that. Why have I been so busy writing? I've been served with divorce papers and they are so filled with lies and cowardliness it is so unbelievable. Was I surprised by this? No. Am I ashamed? No. Am I angry and hurt by his viscous lies and comments? Yes, most definitely. He's trying to get his obligation....(child support ) reduced to virtually nothing. He is a little man.
He also claims my business is a hobby. Hmmmmmm hobby? What are your hobbies? Mine are music, reading, writing, gardening...and I like to house paint. Cooking for 50 people is not a hobby. It is your livelihood(?). Trying annoying Rachel Ray's latest recipe IS a hobby. I cook to support my family, damn it. Burning myself with olive oil for eggplant is certainly NOT a hobby. ( Little does he know, he may have to pay half my tuition.......law school.....to enter into the REAL work force and give up my "hobby")
Anyway, I have had to combat or do damage control to all of his accusations and weaseling(?) $800.00 (payable to my attorney which I am suing for reimbursement) dollars later and I still have my dignity. I also have my boyz and, currently, my house. That's the big one in question. Give me my home ( your boyz are not part of the equation....THEY choose to be with me) that you never cared anything about and I will shut up and not touch anything else that I am entitled to after 21 years of legal marriage.
My attorney is really pissed about the way I was served. It was humiliating and I am so sure, he loved every minute of. Now, it's all coming back to bite his lazy, sorry ass!
Sweetie and I went to get coffee last Saturday morning. Our plan was to wake up early, get coffee (too lazy to make my own) and read the paper. Damn, I need a good (but way too expensive) Italian espresso machine. I then wanted to get moving on cooking for 45 people. Hmmmmmmm HOBBY? Idiot! Well, we did read papers and it wasn't our local (major) rag. I have to be nice.......actually, I like our paper and their employees are huge supporters of my business. So, I realllllly like them.
Anyhoooo, I get out of my car and nerdy, bald dude, (no offense to any bald males, my brother is one, I got ALL of the hair gene) is looking at my house. He then gets out of his car and he's on my stoop. I ask him if he needs any help and he calls my name and says in such a condescending tone....."these are your divorce papers" Dumb ass husband STILL can not get my name right. They put HIS last name and I have always retained my maiden name, with a hyphen for his. His family is completely nuts and for professional reasons, I do not want any ties to his name. Now, in my response to his bullshit I get my maiden name (such a lame 19 th century term) back!!!!!!! Yahoo!!!!! The Z is back. Legally, I get the Z and only the Z.
It was very overwhelming and shocking to say the very least. The first phone call I made was to a family friend to change the locks on my home. This is obviously something I needed to long time ago. I never did because I did not want my boyz to have any ill feelings about their locking their father completely out. Seems hubby has gone through some very personal papers of mine and has accessed my bank accounts. So much for trusting someone......pig!
I was very surprised at the fact that I still able to pull off a dinner for over 40 people. They probably had the most tender beef I have ever prepared. I stabbed the holy hell out of that meat so much that I broke a fork in the process. They loved their meal.
After delivering their meal I had my melt down that I postponed all day. I broke down to my parents like I once did when I was a teenager. That was the humiliating part!!!!!! Crying to your parents and bringing them into your drama. It was a mess! I have not cried like that in many years. But the funny thing was it felt good. I have pent up so many feeling for so long that it felt like a volcano erruption.
Sweetie called me several times that day to check on me. It was wonderful to have all the support that I was given. My parents, my God parents, kids, friends and Sweetie. Again, I was not breaking down over a divorce. I did that many years ago. I broke because of his insults and pure vindictivness.
Sweetie took me out to dinner that night knowing full well that I did not want to be around people. I looked and felt like hell. He then persuaded me to go dancing to "burn off my negative energy". I got to give it that man, dancing all night really boosted my spirts and helped me to gain some severly lost self-esteem. The band was pretty damn good as well.
At the end of the evening, when we went home, Sweetie confessed something to me. He started off by apologizing and for what, I did not quite frankly understand. He apologized for being selfish which again I could not quite understand. Then, he confessed that the evening was more of a celebration for him. He was celebrating that I was finally going to be free and that he and I could start making more permanent, life long plans.
Again, he stated that he loved me for me, he accepts my boyz for who they are, he appreciates and knows I work hard and that my business is not a hobby, and that I should never change. Just keep on being Angie! Angie, the one he claims that he fell in love with the moment he met.
I love that man and he is my best friend!
He also claims my business is a hobby. Hmmmmmm hobby? What are your hobbies? Mine are music, reading, writing, gardening...and I like to house paint. Cooking for 50 people is not a hobby. It is your livelihood(?). Trying annoying Rachel Ray's latest recipe IS a hobby. I cook to support my family, damn it. Burning myself with olive oil for eggplant is certainly NOT a hobby. ( Little does he know, he may have to pay half my tuition.......law school.....to enter into the REAL work force and give up my "hobby")
Anyway, I have had to combat or do damage control to all of his accusations and weaseling(?) $800.00 (payable to my attorney which I am suing for reimbursement) dollars later and I still have my dignity. I also have my boyz and, currently, my house. That's the big one in question. Give me my home ( your boyz are not part of the equation....THEY choose to be with me) that you never cared anything about and I will shut up and not touch anything else that I am entitled to after 21 years of legal marriage.
My attorney is really pissed about the way I was served. It was humiliating and I am so sure, he loved every minute of. Now, it's all coming back to bite his lazy, sorry ass!
Sweetie and I went to get coffee last Saturday morning. Our plan was to wake up early, get coffee (too lazy to make my own) and read the paper. Damn, I need a good (but way too expensive) Italian espresso machine. I then wanted to get moving on cooking for 45 people. Hmmmmmmm HOBBY? Idiot! Well, we did read papers and it wasn't our local (major) rag. I have to be nice.......actually, I like our paper and their employees are huge supporters of my business. So, I realllllly like them.
Anyhoooo, I get out of my car and nerdy, bald dude, (no offense to any bald males, my brother is one, I got ALL of the hair gene) is looking at my house. He then gets out of his car and he's on my stoop. I ask him if he needs any help and he calls my name and says in such a condescending tone....."these are your divorce papers" Dumb ass husband STILL can not get my name right. They put HIS last name and I have always retained my maiden name, with a hyphen for his. His family is completely nuts and for professional reasons, I do not want any ties to his name. Now, in my response to his bullshit I get my maiden name (such a lame 19 th century term) back!!!!!!! Yahoo!!!!! The Z is back. Legally, I get the Z and only the Z.
It was very overwhelming and shocking to say the very least. The first phone call I made was to a family friend to change the locks on my home. This is obviously something I needed to long time ago. I never did because I did not want my boyz to have any ill feelings about their locking their father completely out. Seems hubby has gone through some very personal papers of mine and has accessed my bank accounts. So much for trusting someone......pig!
I was very surprised at the fact that I still able to pull off a dinner for over 40 people. They probably had the most tender beef I have ever prepared. I stabbed the holy hell out of that meat so much that I broke a fork in the process. They loved their meal.
After delivering their meal I had my melt down that I postponed all day. I broke down to my parents like I once did when I was a teenager. That was the humiliating part!!!!!! Crying to your parents and bringing them into your drama. It was a mess! I have not cried like that in many years. But the funny thing was it felt good. I have pent up so many feeling for so long that it felt like a volcano erruption.
Sweetie called me several times that day to check on me. It was wonderful to have all the support that I was given. My parents, my God parents, kids, friends and Sweetie. Again, I was not breaking down over a divorce. I did that many years ago. I broke because of his insults and pure vindictivness.
Sweetie took me out to dinner that night knowing full well that I did not want to be around people. I looked and felt like hell. He then persuaded me to go dancing to "burn off my negative energy". I got to give it that man, dancing all night really boosted my spirts and helped me to gain some severly lost self-esteem. The band was pretty damn good as well.
At the end of the evening, when we went home, Sweetie confessed something to me. He started off by apologizing and for what, I did not quite frankly understand. He apologized for being selfish which again I could not quite understand. Then, he confessed that the evening was more of a celebration for him. He was celebrating that I was finally going to be free and that he and I could start making more permanent, life long plans.
Again, he stated that he loved me for me, he accepts my boyz for who they are, he appreciates and knows I work hard and that my business is not a hobby, and that I should never change. Just keep on being Angie! Angie, the one he claims that he fell in love with the moment he met.
I love that man and he is my best friend!
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
A Little Man
Ok, where to begin? This week has definitely been the most stressful and someone, guardian angel? has lit some wicked fire under my ass. The positive, Thank God! Thank you so much. I've done a ton! I've been served.......served with divorce papers. Does that surprise me? No. Do I care? No. Were they laced with lies? YES. I hate that vile piece of an excuse that I can call the father of my children. Ewwwwww, I slept with tha man. Ewwwwwwwwww.
But, now, it's an end and a begining to a new chapter in the crazy life of Angela. Just call me Ange or Angie. Angela is so formal. If it wasn't for Sweetie, I seriously do not know what I would do. I will fill in details later. I have to see my lawyer on Thursday. I know she will help me. i just wish the MF would just give me some child support AND my house! He's been in the reasr since November. Any suggestions????? I do have District Attorney papers, but, hmmmmmmmm 12 pages of several languages and, please, I do have some dignity. I hate that sorry excuse of a man. I do use that term (man) so lightly.
But, now, it's an end and a begining to a new chapter in the crazy life of Angela. Just call me Ange or Angie. Angela is so formal. If it wasn't for Sweetie, I seriously do not know what I would do. I will fill in details later. I have to see my lawyer on Thursday. I know she will help me. i just wish the MF would just give me some child support AND my house! He's been in the reasr since November. Any suggestions????? I do have District Attorney papers, but, hmmmmmmmm 12 pages of several languages and, please, I do have some dignity. I hate that sorry excuse of a man. I do use that term (man) so lightly.
Friday, February 2, 2007
Elation vs. non-elation
Aghhhh! I am tired! I have to cater a party tomorrow. I am actually in very good shape. I have virtually everything done and I am very elated about that. What I am not elated about is: Sweetie has been out of town all day and won't get back until later this evening. It's Friday night!!!! Damn, I want to go get something to eat, (some one wanna wait on me for a change?) kick back and be in his arms. I love that strong, hard body holding me. I think I forgot to mention, Sweetie went to school on a B-Ball Scholarship. Thank God, he is short because we would look so stupid together. What, with my ALMOST 5' foot frame? He is much older now, but he still has the body of a 20+ year old. And, those arms feel sooooo good. Especially after such a hard day of work.
But, now what? I get to sit around and wait for him to make, what would normally be less than a 2 hour drive, but it's Friday. Therefore, the commute is going to be more around, hmmmmmmmm 4+ hours. Then, he will have to go home, take a shower, get dressed, and then take care of his mother. Even though, several of his family memebers are already there. So, in reality, 9:00 pm will actually end up being 10:00pm. Wow, I do sound like such a spoiled princess. I just want him here. Seriously, is that so bad?
But, now what? I get to sit around and wait for him to make, what would normally be less than a 2 hour drive, but it's Friday. Therefore, the commute is going to be more around, hmmmmmmmm 4+ hours. Then, he will have to go home, take a shower, get dressed, and then take care of his mother. Even though, several of his family memebers are already there. So, in reality, 9:00 pm will actually end up being 10:00pm. Wow, I do sound like such a spoiled princess. I just want him here. Seriously, is that so bad?
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