July 30, 2011 § 12 Comments
Okay, so I go out last night to meet C at a club. And who is there but an ex. No biggie. But he heads straight for me and starts talking like we are old friends. Okay, not so much. I’m starting to think, shit what did I ever see in this guy. Oh, right. That. Because honestly, that is what I remember. Fuck, how shallow am I? Yeah, alright. But maybe I’ve grown since then. LOL.
Anyway, I give him a bit of small talk, then see arrives and I shake him off. Had a pretty good time… actually a VERY good time, until I see the ex again. He is with a group of people I know, some I like, some are dicks. Anyway, while C is getting me a drink he hails me over. I like to stay friends, after all, it;’s not like I give a shit about him anymore. “Sorry times are so tough for you.” I am utterly confused and I figure some bitchy rumour going around or whatever. “Why else would you be slumming.” And he nods at C as he is coming up. Fuck, what the hell did I see in him? In fact, now I think the whole group of them are absolute dicks.
So you know me. I went for ubber sophisticated and refused to stoop to that level of bitchiness. Yeah right.
“Now at least I know how it’s done right.” Slam. Ouch, that must’ve hurt that giant ego.
July 29, 2011 § 14 Comments
But I’m good with that.
At work the other day I am getting a woman’s information. She is one of those who wants to blurt out her information in under 3 seconds and then rolls her eyes that I cannot seem to write or type the information as fast as she can spew it, and unaware that when you talk that fast you are FUCKING mumbling it, bitch. So I get her name, ask her to spell it, get her address, go for the email address. She says it fast “I’m sorry, could you repeat that.” There was alot of noise, and she rattled it off like nothing. So she crosses her arms and glares at me “Praisejesus585@yahoo.ca” (number and service provider wrong), at this time she’s got her neck going, pursing her lips, like we are in some kind of a fucking argument. If looks would kill I’d be typing with rotting fingers. So Yeah, I went into bitchy mode…
“Jesus,” she is practically shouting at this point, and very slowly:)
“Could you spell that for me?”
LOL, I thought her head was gonna explode.
July 28, 2011 § 17 Comments
I’ve read a few blogs lately all pointing to the faulty parenting of others. I get that there are a lot of bad parents out there. There are a lot of good parents out there. But there is an assumption that bad parents have bad children, good parents have good children. I find that funny, like saying straight parents have straight kids.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not denying that little brats often have overly-indulgent parents who spoil them. But at some point doesn’t that person take control of their lives and make of their life what they will? Isn’t part of growing up to take responsibility and not allow society to blame your parents for everything wrong you do. “Oh, he came from a broken home” or “his parents never taught him discipline”. I’m sorry, but if you are over the age of 16 it is time to stop blaming your parents. Especially since we can all do it. There is no such thing as a calculation for perfect parents, so let us all sit back and blame the over-indulgence, uncaring, alcoholic, absentee, overly intrusive, single, working, emotionally distant, over protective, overly liberal, abusive, non-disciplining, poor, rich…. insert adjective here… parents for not doing right by us. Yes there are fucked up parents, and then there are assholes out there who will blame perfectly fine parents for everything they have ever done wrong.
I heard a brilliant line the other day I wanted to share, which I guess was kind of what put this in my head. Someone who had come from a very physically and emotionally abusive home. “At some point I had to separate what was done to me, and what I did to myself. It’s the only way to own yourself.”
Maybe the problems with the youth of today is that society keeps telling them their triumphs are their own, and their failures are the fault of their parents, society, the government, the times, their friends, the drugs, the environment, the media… But certainly not their own. Maybe it’s time to give kids ownership of their lives, good or bad, they are the ones making the choices. Own the consequences.
July 26, 2011 § 18 Comments
Chris will never admit he is tired. A night of no sleep will catch up. He falls asleep on my couch. Yep, we are at my place, (while the folks are away, hehehe) because the central air is back up and running. I can always tell when he is tired, because he gets all physical and acts… well, sweet, although I would never say that to him out loud. He sees it somehow as a failure if he falls asleep before I do. Like it’s a contest or something.
So last night I drag him off to bed after nudging him awake. Of course he was not really sleeping, just closing his eyes for a second. Dude, you’ve been snoring for over an hour. Why is it so hard to admit you were sleeping? We all need sleep. Man I can crash out on him for freaking hours and it doesn’t bother me. Why does it seem like bigger men have such egos they gotta feed?
July 24, 2011 § 10 Comments
July 23, 2011 § 6 Comments
I feel it only fair that I add a pic of my other darling, the Boss of the house Bella. After all, I wouldn’t want her to read my blog and see pics of Nelson and not her. And I know she does use my computer when I am not around. How else would you explain all the porn downloads?
Bella is about the very best hunter in existence. She kills birds, mice, even went after a bunny once that was in our yard. She is proof positive that ANYONE who says that Man is the only animal that hunts for enjoyment rather than food has NEVER seen a cat hunt.