These don't happen very often any more. I have high hopes for these times and today had good points and the obligatory bad.
The good. I got to see my best friend for a while. This is also quite rare these days. We planned to go to Melting Pot and to a friends birthday. At 1 P.M. it started to snow. We decided to go to Melting Pot early due to the snow. We decided to go so early so figured who goes to MP at 4 P.M. and did not reserve? Apparently everyone. It was packed and we had to sit in the lounge with no raw meat, as they do not have burners in the lounge. I wanted to shout out a big, loud F-U!!! The one place in the world I can let my Vampire/Werewolf tendencies shine because I cook the beast my self. Singe the bugs off and chow. I am not afraid to die from beef bugs. It is my inner cave girl, I guess. All in all, we cheesed out and got our chocolate on. It was pleasant despite our slightly challenged waiter. The snow got bad and we cancelled going to the party and decided to bring our "fun" closer to home. Playing it safe and went shopping. We were home by 7. We are wild beasts.
We shopped, or rather, I shopped and J.J. window shopped. I realized as we were shopping that I have become fat, complacent and boring. It was rough and real. I am bored. I don't do anything I thought I would be doing. Don't travel. Don't have a store. Don't go out with my husband. He can barely be near me anymore. I rarely go out with my friends. Welcome to my pity party. Sometimes I just have to be real.
I came home hoping that maybe since the kids are at my grandma's that D would want to hang out. He was, as usual up to eyeballs in computers stuff, with no end in sight, as I could see it. My dad always sadly says "I hope you didn't marry your dad." Well I am afraid I have. After two hours I realized if I wanted to do anything, it would be with me. I am my new best friend.
I got all gussied up in my most "people of Walmart" ensemble and took my own ass to a movie. I wore a Hello Kitty Sweatshirt, which Charlize Theron thinks adult wearing Hello Kitty ensembles are lame-os. You got it jokeass, I am lame. I date myself on Saturday nights with no kids. Along with the kitty I added a black cardigan over the sweat shirt because I was freezing ass cold, some pink and red candycanish striped socks, jeans, and Sketcher shape up maryjanes. It was dead sexy. I grabbed the trash D reluctantly packed up for me and I took off for my dream date of sitting alone and trying not to bawl.
Got to dumpster and proceeded to throw my keys in with the trash. There is 4 inches of snow on said dumpster wall and the lock is frozen shut. I had to get a cooler from the garage as a stool because there is no way I was asking grumpy pants to help. I scaled the dumpster walls in my Kitty finest and dug though garbage for my keys. Thankfully they were on the top layer of putrescence, so I was mostly unscathed. I did some sweet, crippled ninja moves to get out and pouted off on my way to my solo festivities.
Get to the movie and manage to break my goal and cry twice during the previews because fucking Jack from Titanic loves Rose so much and I am all alone. Asshat!. Then there is a preview for some stupid Nicholas Sparks movie, whose only purpose in life is to make grown-ass people cry. Not cool. I hate that guy. Can't you just write something not ridiculous for once? NICE! I HATE YOU! Needed that.
The movie starts and I realize I smell like garbage and have a raging headache. I dig in my purse for my Advil stash and pop 4 Advil before realizing one didn't look like Advil. It was the emergency Xanax. So not only do I have my stink on, and I am sitting alone, but I just drugged myself. As a nurse I know never to mix meds in bottles but I tend to break rules. I like to push the envelope.
I made it through New Years Day, half stoned, which only served to remind me that I never do anything fun and that not even my son would kiss me on New Years Eve. The only half good part was that Rachel from Glee was in it but she is one of my least favorite characters in that show. I am pathetic, and I need a hug and my husband won't talk to me and I am pretty sure he purposely picked the show, when I got home, that I would least like to suffer through, so I would come to the couch and puke out my proverbial woes onto this blog. BLECH!!!! So there you have it. My day out.
P.S. I did take a bath after dumster diving, using the only Farm Hussy bath melt my kids did not gluttonize in there bath bomb palooza a few weeks ago. In case you are wondering, the oil slick that is my kids, is drying up and is no longer in the running for alternative fuel sources. At least I smell like apples now. Good night. I am dialing my whambulance as I type. Pretty sure the Xanax is making me delirious. Since no one reads my blog I am pretty safely thinking my misery won't have company.
Fuck off day and may the sun shine on a happier me tomorrow.
The good. I got to see my best friend for a while. This is also quite rare these days. We planned to go to Melting Pot and to a friends birthday. At 1 P.M. it started to snow. We decided to go to Melting Pot early due to the snow. We decided to go so early so figured who goes to MP at 4 P.M. and did not reserve? Apparently everyone. It was packed and we had to sit in the lounge with no raw meat, as they do not have burners in the lounge. I wanted to shout out a big, loud F-U!!! The one place in the world I can let my Vampire/Werewolf tendencies shine because I cook the beast my self. Singe the bugs off and chow. I am not afraid to die from beef bugs. It is my inner cave girl, I guess. All in all, we cheesed out and got our chocolate on. It was pleasant despite our slightly challenged waiter. The snow got bad and we cancelled going to the party and decided to bring our "fun" closer to home. Playing it safe and went shopping. We were home by 7. We are wild beasts.
We shopped, or rather, I shopped and J.J. window shopped. I realized as we were shopping that I have become fat, complacent and boring. It was rough and real. I am bored. I don't do anything I thought I would be doing. Don't travel. Don't have a store. Don't go out with my husband. He can barely be near me anymore. I rarely go out with my friends. Welcome to my pity party. Sometimes I just have to be real.
I came home hoping that maybe since the kids are at my grandma's that D would want to hang out. He was, as usual up to eyeballs in computers stuff, with no end in sight, as I could see it. My dad always sadly says "I hope you didn't marry your dad." Well I am afraid I have. After two hours I realized if I wanted to do anything, it would be with me. I am my new best friend.
I got all gussied up in my most "people of Walmart" ensemble and took my own ass to a movie. I wore a Hello Kitty Sweatshirt, which Charlize Theron thinks adult wearing Hello Kitty ensembles are lame-os. You got it jokeass, I am lame. I date myself on Saturday nights with no kids. Along with the kitty I added a black cardigan over the sweat shirt because I was freezing ass cold, some pink and red candycanish striped socks, jeans, and Sketcher shape up maryjanes. It was dead sexy. I grabbed the trash D reluctantly packed up for me and I took off for my dream date of sitting alone and trying not to bawl.
Got to dumpster and proceeded to throw my keys in with the trash. There is 4 inches of snow on said dumpster wall and the lock is frozen shut. I had to get a cooler from the garage as a stool because there is no way I was asking grumpy pants to help. I scaled the dumpster walls in my Kitty finest and dug though garbage for my keys. Thankfully they were on the top layer of putrescence, so I was mostly unscathed. I did some sweet, crippled ninja moves to get out and pouted off on my way to my solo festivities.
Get to the movie and manage to break my goal and cry twice during the previews because fucking Jack from Titanic loves Rose so much and I am all alone. Asshat!. Then there is a preview for some stupid Nicholas Sparks movie, whose only purpose in life is to make grown-ass people cry. Not cool. I hate that guy. Can't you just write something not ridiculous for once? NICE! I HATE YOU! Needed that.
The movie starts and I realize I smell like garbage and have a raging headache. I dig in my purse for my Advil stash and pop 4 Advil before realizing one didn't look like Advil. It was the emergency Xanax. So not only do I have my stink on, and I am sitting alone, but I just drugged myself. As a nurse I know never to mix meds in bottles but I tend to break rules. I like to push the envelope.
I made it through New Years Day, half stoned, which only served to remind me that I never do anything fun and that not even my son would kiss me on New Years Eve. The only half good part was that Rachel from Glee was in it but she is one of my least favorite characters in that show. I am pathetic, and I need a hug and my husband won't talk to me and I am pretty sure he purposely picked the show, when I got home, that I would least like to suffer through, so I would come to the couch and puke out my proverbial woes onto this blog. BLECH!!!! So there you have it. My day out.
P.S. I did take a bath after dumster diving, using the only Farm Hussy bath melt my kids did not gluttonize in there bath bomb palooza a few weeks ago. In case you are wondering, the oil slick that is my kids, is drying up and is no longer in the running for alternative fuel sources. At least I smell like apples now. Good night. I am dialing my whambulance as I type. Pretty sure the Xanax is making me delirious. Since no one reads my blog I am pretty safely thinking my misery won't have company.
Fuck off day and may the sun shine on a happier me tomorrow.
Oh Jilly! Sounds like a huge funk. I hope you find some peace. I have been in a funk for at least a year!
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