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
Friday, July 27, 2007
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:
My blog has been rated: "R"
This rating was determined based on the presence of the following words:
death (4x)
shit (3x)
pain (2x)
asshole (1x)
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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)
asshole (1x)
Display this Rating on your Blog or Profile
Copy and Paste the HTML code below to display the above badge on your site
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
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