I've been seriously slacking about blogging but as usual, I have excuses:
- School
- Procrastinating about school
- Trying to read the the last eight chapters of the textbook, complete 10 chapter assignments, take 3 tests and write a paper. In one week.
- Wine
- A blind, diabetic dog I wrestle twice a day during Insulin Time (not as fun as Family Time, and with more physical contact)
- Work
- Thinking about work
- Playing Burger Time
- Wine
- Online shopping while drinking wine
- Fretting over the lack of funds in my bank account when I finally sober up
- The new Twilight movie
Okay, so I lied about the last one. I don't follow that shit, don't even know what it is about, except that vampires are really good-looking. And apparently don't smile that often.
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I could post photos of my recent online shopping activity but that would only be interesting to me. And quite possibly, it would make me shop some more.
Instead, I will rant. Here are a few of the things that have pissed the fuck outta me lately:
- Leaves falling. I don't do yard work, so I'll have to pay someone to rake them for me = less online shopping
- Being woke up at four a.m. Every. Single. Day. Thanks Buzzy.
- Driving in Dallas
- Not winning the lottery
- Insulin Time (because who wants to be associated with a sharp needle?)
- The Food Baby
- Bad Hair Days so awful that I have to plan my outfit around which hat I will be wearing
- Everything else
Happy Thanksgiving! Be thankful you don't have to spend it with me.
I don't commute, really, just a five minute drive (10 with school zones) to and from work. So I'm typically home around 4:30 or 5:00 or so, depending upon how work is going. Of course, the four fur brats have to immediately go outside, and of course, they take their time peeing and pooping, while I am subjected to something that I hate in a way I cannot begin to describe.
The fucking ice cream truck.
It's bad enough that the old bat that drives it will stop in the middle of the street and just sit there. It's bad enough that all the rug rats come running up to the truck with their attitudes, loud obnoxious voices, and generally rude behavior. It's bad enough that some of them stand in my yard. (Side note here: I wish I could train a squirrel to sit in my tree and chunk nuts at them. Or a monkey. Ooh, a monkey would be better because then it would probably toss shit. Literally. That would be fun to watch.) But what really pisses me off is the song that is playing at top volume.
It's an annoying song, and little whistle-whistle-whistles are peppered throughout. That is exactly what I need to hear after a long day at work.
The song never changes, either. Same thing, over and over. I have at least five minutes of this torture daily. Sometimes twice on the weekends. But I could probably deal with all of that - the loud kids, the whistling, the slow-ass old woman driving at 1 mph or stopping, the cheerful song played so loudly that I can hear it inside my house.
What really galls me is that at the end of the song, before it STARTS ALL OVER AGAIN, a woman's voice says, "Hel-loooo!"
Now, at random moments during the day, I hear it in my head. I've even started saying "Hel-loooo!" to the fur brats when I get home. I'm either gonna lose my mind or have to take action. I've been thinking that throwing out some of those road spikes the police use to stop high speed chases might teach her a lesson. But if I did, she'd be stopped in front of my house and the music would never stop. And I'd go to jail, most likely. I really don't look good in gray - or stripes - for that matter.
Those of you who know me know that I lost 30 pounds last spring. Well, it seems I gained about 12 of those pounds back. And not in my boobs, or ass (where I really need it). Yeah, the Food Baby has come home.
I was blaming it on my herniated disc and the fact that I can't go exercise without being incapacitated for a couple of days (like I really use my gym membership, heh). However, I believe the "serving" of wine (read: serving = bottle) I've been having on a regular basis has welcomed the FB back into my life.
Eating: overrated
I figure if I cut out breakfast, and lunch, I will solve this problem.
You can't go home again, it seems. Unless you are my Food Baby.
