The Day After....

Well it is the day after Mother's Day. The one day of the year that is and should be celebrated by all Mothers. After all, any true giving and caring mother knows, we worked our butt off. We love it when our kids come in and serve us that silly breakfast in bed. We relish the glitter and glue ridden cards that will dwindle away with time and only been seen in memory books. It is supposed to be our day. Our dinner out, with no dishes. Our day that we know we are loved.

Alas, twas not so for this Drama Queen. I have three boys. Only one contacted me. Now before you say, why weren't you at home with your children, let me give you some background information. My oldest is 23 and lives in Florida. My middle son is 17 and since I would like for him to live to be 18, he lives with his father. My youngest is 7 and he was with his uncle due to the fact that I had to work 15 hours yesterday. Being a single Mom forces you to make sacrifices.

Was really hard to watch other Mothers with their children having a nice lunch or dinner. Knowing that they were able to enjoy their day, while I worked straight through without a break. My kids are worth it though. Yet only my 23 year old bothered to contact me to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. My ex-husband texted me to say, and I quote "Since your son hasn't bothered to ask for the phone to call you. Happy Mother's Day!" Rather decent of him, still makes me want to smack my 17 yr old though.

You would think that my youngest uncle would have said, "Hey kiddo! Let's call your Mom." But that didn't happen either. Instead, his father decided to call me and wake me up this morning. I had to work and was snoozing rather nicely after working very hard yesterday. His lovely present to me was to tell me he thought I was a bad Mother. Probably the rudest awakening I have ever received in my life. He then wonders why I was mad at him and hung up on him. I proceeded to tell him that he is always on the road(he's a trucker) and how the hell would he know. That was my day after.

Can I get a do over? For the day? For yesterday? Hell, for my life?

Texting Manners?

I am positive that if you are one of the few that reads both of my blogs, you can tell I am on a behaviour bash. This time on the texters! (Is that even a legitimate word? Yet?)

Is there an etiquette involving texting? Should one get upset at either vague or non_returned text messages?

I have a certain person in my life that either texts me non stop, (which I enjoy) or that constantly works my nerves. No happy medium at all.

He only makes my nerves raw when he either avoids a direct question, ignores a text completely and skips to the second one or half-ass answers me altogether. Yet when he wants to know something you are expected to answer. Truthfully, it flat out works my nerves.

You ask a question first and it gets ignored, a LOL or a question in return. Is it a personality trait, lack of manners or an on purpose aggravation? Or just plain ol' fashioned rudeness?

It ticked me off so badly today, that I have decided to stop texting him first. At least for awhile. I am even debating on ignoring him when he texts me. I can't ignore him at home, after all he is my roommate. I really want to act like him for an entire week. Basically give him a dose of his own medcine, so to speak. Not sure if he would notice, or even get the hint though.

I am guessing the time for me to be nice to people has passed on by. I would say it is a bittersweet ending to my maturity, but I would be lying. I have always been more bitter than sweet anyways. I guess old habits die hard.

Politically Incorrect???

I am so not talking about the television show. I am referring to people and what they find humorous. I can understand not mocking the handicapped, both mentally and physically. But is there anything wrong with making fun of yourself in a handicapped way? Hence the politically incorrect title above.

Now I have handicapped people in my family and of my acquaintances. I have also, in my opinion dated mentally handicapped men. Probably not genuinely handicapped, but dammit, they sure seemed like something was mentally wrong with them. And that didn't stop me from dating them, well not at first.

I also know that when you are out in public, or even if you just run into someone you know that has either physical or mental limitations, you never make fun of that individual, EVER! So I ask you dear readers. Is it okay to make fun of yourself in a handicapped way? If not, why is it so offensive? The only person you are making fun of during the process is yourself, right?

Curiosity has me wondering. Anyone willing to answer and give their opinions on the above mentioned questions? I am really wanting to know.

Here She Comes Again

I won't even pretend or try to feign like I haven't had any drama to write about in my life. I have had tons. I guess I just got rather disheartened with the lack of readers. Or possibly combine it with the lack of time. I really don't see how I get anything done at all. Of course if I would get off the computer right now I could probably get one task done that needs to be completed. But what's the fun in that?

As we last left each other, I was still being celibate. I was still not dating. I had switched jobs. Hell I have even moved twice since then. I fell in love. I was denied. Alas, I don't think it is in the stars for me. But I have braved the wild road I was afraid to travel for so long. That was mostly the dating one.

What I have discovered while I have been slowly re-entering the dating world, is that men are more like women now. I am wondering if the women are becoming more like men. It is like half the world has had free sex changes. Now I know you think I am kidding on this, but really. Since when did men become so moody, emotional and indecisive. It is like looking at myself in a mirror when I am on a period. Do men think they can corner the market on PMS? I tell ya what boys, you can have PMS, AFTER you bleed out your private hole for a few days and not freak out.

It really is outrageous now. Considering I really haven't dated since High School So I have to admit that my recollection of dates are slim to none. But I am educated and I know how to behave with people around me, and even in public. (Patting myself on the back for being a good girl.) But meeting someone is the really hard part. Men are just down right chickens or way to forward the first time they approach. What happened to the happy medium. Coming up to me and asking me if I like to be on top, is not a pick up line. It's rude.

Oh here's a good one. How about meeting a guy and he says he wants a NO STRINGS ATTACHED relationship? You are tired of not having sex, so you throw caution to the wind and say "What the Hell?" I mean at least you should be getting some. Here's the best part. You have your first intimate encounter and afterwards the man looks at you and says. Let me repeat that. HE SAYS "I feel so guilty. I guess I am an old fashioned guy and not sure I can handle this, no strings thing." Not a joke!!! If I hadn't been sitting I would have fainted. If that wasn't womanish, please correct me on it.

At least he was a nice man. He was honest and didn't play games. For that he gets a few, and I mean only a few brownie points. Be back soon.

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Reward Day

So we won a contest at work. Usually not a big deal. But they had managed to hype it up so much that we were really excited about it. They said they were going to take us someplace fun and pay for everything. To give them credit, they did.

We all gathered at work and the boss man bought us all a drink. Naturally we ordered the more expensive ones. Then our manager starts to get power crazy and grouchy, since he has permanent PMS. He should have a period, since he is always on one anyways.

Now I arrived about a half an hour after our meet time. People were still not there and everyone was getting antsy. The last thing we want to do on our day off is sit at work. Finally everyone arrives and we think we can finally leave. Yeah, not happening. The manager just HAS something to do to drag down the leave time even further.

Finally on our way, we discover we are going to The Incredible Pizza Company. The games were fun. The buffet was nice. The go carts SUCKED. The bumper cars looked even more pathetic. So if you plan on going there for go carts. I recommend Great Times instead. BUT if you want arcade games and tokens. The Incredible Pizza Company was not half bad. The TV station was there and filmed some of my fellow employees in a pizza eating contest. Using no hands. That alone was worth the drive.

Had more fun at the bar we went to afterwards though. To be perfectly honest. But then I was able to drink there. ;o)

Oh What A Day And Night

There was a team contest at my work. I came in first and the whole team was able to go out, on the company for fun, games and drinking. Was fun. Even though we had a rocky start.

Per usual, drama had to ensue before I could even arrive. I managed not to be the last to arrive, but I was second to last. I had to run some errands. I found a pregnant kitty on the side of the road in bad condition, so I had to find a Humane Society. Which per normal took me forever. Then the cat kept coming over to my floorboard and getting underneath my pedals. Dangerous and aggravating. I finally get her to the shelter and hit the road again. Second stop Walmart. Normal. Or should be. But we are talking about the Drama Queen. Fifteen lines open, I get into the one that only had one person in it. Now, I know what you are thinking. How lucky is that? One person ahead of you at Wally World. Wow! Yeah, well that one person too FOREVER! I swear she didn't have that many items left on the conveyor belt when I got into line behind her. The next thing I know people were bringing her stuff from everywhere.

I so wanted to scream. She then pays with everything with food stamps. Now I understand if they need them. That is fine. But my two item purchase was short and simple, so I manage to do my transaction really quickly. I such a short time in fact, that I had the joy of watching said previous mentioned woman get into a BRAND NEW Blazer. Yep. Now here I am driving an 88 Thunderbird and barely making ends meet and she has a new truck. I just shook my head and walked on to my car.

Third stop. The band, ick. Wouldn't be a big deal but I rent from a friend, so I just deposit the money into his account. Now you would think that wouldn't be a problem, but leave it up to me to forget to bring the account number. There I am in the drive thru line trying to reach him to get his account number. He is not answering the phone. I finally get aggravated holding up the line and drive off to wait for him to return my call. Next thing I know, I am being chased down by a teller. I drove off with the cylinder thing you put your stuff in to send to the teller. OOPS! She manages to reach me as my phone rings with the person I had be trying to reach on the other end.

I accomplish my transaction. Apologize much to my embarrassment and finally am on my way to work.

I will write about that tomorrow. Since I yammered on for so long today,

And The Verdict Is...

My car is officially hating on me. So I thought I had managed to have my flat tired fixed. Nope. I go out to the car on Thursday afternoon and try to leave for work and the same tire is flat. So I find a ride to work and call the mechanic who swore to me he double checked for more then one leak and bitch. My roommate says the mechanic found a leak in the sidewall of the tire, which means, he really shouldn't repair it. Because driving on a repaired side leak is like asking for a car accident. It should come as no surprise that I had to dip into the rent money and buy tires.

One good thing about him coming to my house and fixing the tire is that he found out I have a bad tire rod. Oh wait. Did I say that was a good thing? It isn't. More money to be used to fix something else. It is good to find that out though, in the long run. An accident from a bad tire rod would rip up my front end of my car. Not to mention who knows what would happen if the car crashed.

Though normally rent would come first, this time the car does. Because I have to have it to go back and forth to work and my children ride in that car and I WILL NOT compromise their safety.

On the bonus side, I get to go to a baby shower today. Tiny clothes for tiny tots that I don't have to feed are always fun.

Until next time....