Random Tuesday. Or Wednesday. Whatever.

It's random Tuesday. Well, it's actually Wednesday, but at least I'm trying.

Why does it seem like when the shit starts flowing your direction, it doesn't stop? Just how much does one person have to try to deal with at once?

We had thunderstorms last night. It is February. Did the weather forget what time of year it is? I thought that was a spring time event. Not a winter event.

I am pleased it was thunderstorms last night instead of all the awful snow and ice that like half the nation got.

My sister lost her power yesterday. She had to go to my mom's house to keep her and the kids warm.

I'm tired. I've been tired all day. I went to the grocery store yesterday and cleaned house, and today I've done laundry. I am wiped out and I don't know why. Unless it's all the aforementioned shit that is weighing on my mind and wiping me out.

That's all for today. Go check out Keely for more random.

Well, Mail Man has been wonderful to me these past few days. I don't know that I could have made it through without him. My mom came for the hearing, stayed for the visit, but obviously had to go back home. He calls and checks on me, sends me texts, and just generally has been the support that I have needed recently. I am so thankful that I have him.

I am also thankful that we found some good friends down here in Hickville. They have conspired with Mail Man to get me out of the house while Mail Man is at work, so I don't have to sit at home by myself.

He also hasn't picked his nose or anything like that. Gosh, such stellar behavior from him. No phleghm (that is such a strange word, to say and to spell) coming my way. Even though with the heat on at night we are both still waking up stuffy. I think it's just about time to get out the humidifier.

I don't have time for a long post today. They are taking my for pizza and bowling. It has been about 15 years or so since I bowled last. We shall see just how awful I still am. I will update soon to let you all know if I am just as graceless as I used to be! I can trip over some dust and am just not all that coordinated, so bowling was always a bit of a challenge for me. But what better way to get over feeling bad, than to go make a fool out of myself? It should be fun.

Here's hoping life is treating you well. (Lifts my glass to you.)

Fu** and Double Fu**

Warning: Lots of Cuss Words Ahead


I know I said that I was going to post about my sister's reaction to my half-assed wedding plans, but I am really feeling the need to vent. I am finally caught up with all the data entry that I had to do over the past few weeks. And all I fucking got was "I thought you were already caught up". No fucking thank you, no fuck off you were too slow. What kind of statement is that. She knew I wasn't because she did not have my reports yet. Then while I am trying to get some journal entries done, I keep getting phone calls from another office because she cannot find a mistake. I am soooo sorry but it is not really something I care about today. I just don't want to worry about it right now. Too bad. I have to. So I spend almost two hours searching for a mistake in one of the cash lines. We still haven't found it. We found another error in the entries, but not the one we were looking for. So I get my journal entries in and forget to tell the gal that has reports to run behind me getting them posted. For like three hours. She asked as she was getting ready to leave, and of course my brain is so fried today I didn't even know what she was talking about at first. Then thought I had told her. Sorry, my fuck-up. She was not really upset, she said she would do them in the morning. That was perfectly fine with her. Then mega-bitch from the office next door just had to keep coming in our office today with questions. She also asked about the journal entries. I told her, rather bitchy like, that no they weren't in because I have spent the last five working days doing nothing but the payables you dumped on me all at once. 2 1/2 fucking months worth of shit she sat on and sat on and sat on. And I got less than two weeks to get it all in. In addition to running three month ends,  and one year end. On top of also doing all the day to day shit that keeps the office running, like payroll. Bitch, I've been busy. Then I turn back to my work and she keeps staring at me. I finally looked at her again, and she had the nerve to ask if I was okay. *snort* Just peachy. I have been working my ass off for days on end here, and she has been giving me hell, as usual, and she wants to know if I'm okay. Not that she really cares. She probably is counting the minutes until I leave. In case you didn't get it, we don't like each other. I definitely won't be missing her when I can tell this place good-bye. I'll miss my actual office and my co-workers in here, but damn I'll be glad to never have to talk to that bitch again. She's the talk nice to your face and slit your throat and stab you in the back at the same time kind of person. Laughing the whole time of how she got the better of you.

I'm sure that each individual complaint here doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but when you are getting ready to leave, trying to play two + months worth of catch up, they haven't even posted your job so someone can get hired for you to train, and then office neighbor being pissy all at the same time, it just overwhelmed me. Thanks for being there for me. I needed you today Interneters.

What Not to Wear

I am not classy. I don't like to dress up. I don't want to wear dresses (mostly because I am super self-conscious about my legs which I think are fat) and I sure don't like to wear shoes that show off and highlight my toes (I have ugly toes). I want to go barefoot, in jeans and a tank top or t-shirt. I even mow my yard in bare feet (I fucking know I could cut my toes or feet off, I have heard it all before so stuff it because I am certain a pair of tennis shoes is not going to stop that blade). 'Course, I have green feet when I'm done, but it washes off eventually.

I do know how to behave in public. I do know how to present a classy facade. I just tend to ruin it when I open my mouth.

This is leading somewhere so stick with me....

A wedding. I hope to get married sometime this fall. I want an outdoor/backyard wedding because I don't go to church and that seems wrong to me. It would seem false to me to go and a have a church wedding with G-d and all that shit when that is not how I believe(that's a whole different post and I don't want to hear about it today, K?). So MM is A-ok with an outdoor wedding. Score one for me.

I want to get married without wearing some ridiculous poofy white mostrosity of a dress. I don't do dresses, and I certainly don't do wedding dresses. Ick is all I can say. I want to wear jeans. And a tank top. And no shoes. You read that right. I want to get married in bare feet. And jeans. And MM doesn't care as long as we get married in a ceremony and he doesn't have to wear a tux. Score two for me.

(Side note: I just went to the bathroom here at work, and OMG, that bathroom is freeze your ass to the seat cold!)

Then I asked MM if he cared if we went to Vegas and got married by Elvis. He was okay with that, too. Then I realized that both of our children would be disappointed if they did not get to be there and be a part of it. So, we'll get shackled here.

When I told my mom my plans to get hitched barefoot in jeans, she laughed and said that sounded just like me. She also asked where I planned to get married since she knew it would not be in a church. She said the backyard sounded like a good idea to her, too. She said it fit me and was appropriate for my personality. Whatever that's supposed to mean.

Then, I told my sister. Now, I do love my sister, but as far as people can go, we are polar opposites. Literally. She had a fairy tale wedding with the flowers and dress and church and blah, blah, blah. I hated every minute of it, and as I was the Maid of Honor, a lot fell to me. Yuck. I have had enough wedding like that for my lifetime.

And now I will leave you with a cliff hanger to see what my sister said/did/heart-attacked about when I told her my plans. I mean come on, we haven't even officially set a date yet. Puh-leze do not make me worry about anything else just yet. But you just wait and see.