16 posts tagged “mom”

The dishes are done, there are brownies cooling on the stove and in the dining room is a bag fill of home crafted Valentine goodies waiting to be distributed to the kids in little T's class.

What the fuck is going on?

I was talking to my sister about kid/adult/relationship/mom stuff today.  Sometimes my sister really amazes/surprises me.  She actually made chocolate lollipops for her kids class.  Who the fuck makes chocolate lolipops?!?!  We both have the mentality that we want to send the kids to school with the coolest treats because our mom never did shit like that when we were in school.  Ever.  Not that my mom isn't a good lady.  She is and I love her dearly but she was never the Betty Crocker type mom.

It's been awhile and I'm a bit late but we're due for the latest edition of "A year ago today I..."  Actually it wasn't a year ago, it was a year from last Thursday.  It was my first date with the Terrorist.  I went over to his house, he made dinner, we ate, drank mulled wine and watched a movie.  I was kinda nervous.  I recall sitting outside of his house and calling Lesley. 

Holy shit, I've been fucking one person for over a year.  Yeah, I totally put out on the first date and if memory serves me correctly, which I know it does, I made the first move.  Made out with him in the kitchen... it was hot! It still is too. 

Speaking of sex... this weekend was an awesome weekend.  For MANY reasons, one of them is the awesome sex that was had.  Saturday night we watched some Star Trek then went to bed.  It was one of those nights when I was laying there thinking... "I'd love to have my hands all over him, or his hands all over me... mmmm... yeah, that sounds delicious"  But somewhere between thinking it and acting on it, I completely passed out.  I woke up to my hip being tugged on in a way that can only mean one thing.  Awesome way to wake up.  Fucking amazing sex too, I fear the neighbor might have heard us.  (Which I'm not really that worried about because we hear him play his crap music all the time.)  The best part...  after all was said and done and we were all cuddled up and ready to drift off in a post coitial slumber... IT HAPPENED AGAIN!!!

I think I'm going to go attack those brownies and watch some Dexter or Star Trek.

I come from a strongly catholic family.

Personally, I do not follow any organized religion and I'm not really sure on how I feel about the whole god thing.
Except when I need something.  (Which, if there is a god, I think he's cool with my Fair Weather Johnson approach to religion.)

Whenever I or someone I love has something important going on I'll call my mom and tell her to light a candle.  Now, in all honesty, I have no clue what the Catholic obsession with candles is nor do I know what the lighting of the candle is supposed to do but that doesn't stop me from calling her and having her do it.

Today I had an interview.

Sent a resume out yesterday and got a call 30 mins later for an interview.  After running into the living room and telling the Terrorist about it I immediately called my mom and told her I have an interview at 10.30a Monday morning and she needs to light a candle for me.

I get up this morning, take a shower, get ready, decide I look decidedly cute today (score!) and head out.  I get to the place about 10 minutes early and walk in chock full of confidence because I knew somewhere In the world there was fire burning for ME!  We go through the interview process which was a bit on the short side but overall I walk out feeling pretty good about things.  I call my mom to tell her she can blow out the candle, the problem... She never lit the fucking thing. 

Now, would someone please tell me, how the hell is god or saint whoever gonna know that they need to get me this job if my mom didn't light the fucking candle?!?!?!

I should call around for insurance.
I'm going to go lay out in the sun. 

Ps.  My mail man rocks!

I need to go to bed.
I need to get up early and CLEAN LIKE A CRAZY LADY.
I need to not eat any Zucchini Cake.
I need to find that song I want to hear by  Fiona that's after Slow Like Honey but I don't have it now that my Zen is dead.
I need to eat some Zucchini Cake.
I need to call my mom and talk to her about shipping my massage table before she gets her second wrist surgery.
I need to find out how much it's going to cost to ship it.
I need to pay online bills.  (Sometime when not stealing internet... VERY SOON)
I need to shoot Lesley an email and update her on recent events.
I need to stop doing this and actually go to bed.
   

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

I've been meaning to get around to this for awhile now, but between work and kid care I just haven't had the time.

Last week, Wednesday I think, Nathan's mom had to put down one of there dogs.  She was old and riddled with cancer and though they original plan was to let her pass naturally they realized that she was in too much pain for that so they decided to have her euthanized.

I know I have tons of pictures of her but for some reason I can't find a single one, I think the majority aren't on digital media and those that are have seem to gone missing.

She was a great dog!  (If she liked you.)  Almost always came when you told her too.  I wish I could have gotten up there to say goodbye before they put her down.

I love ya Juba and I'm sure there's a big pooch in the sky waiting for you with some Chips Ahoy and Orange Juice. 

It kind of cracks me up how my blog went from being filled with stories of my sexcapades to being filled with stories of what I did with the kid.

I'm okay with it, though.

Especially since Little T is going over to Grandpa T's house on Friday night and Big T and I are going to catch up on the sex we haven't been having. 
Yay!

My head hurts.  I woke up with a mild headache and though it hasn't gotten worse, it hasn't gotten any better either. 

Today, is a nice day.  We're gonna go to the library today and maybe the park.  Maybe a picnic in the park, nah, that sounds a bit over ambitious.  Oooh, and I need to go deposit my check and check my po box.  A friend of mine from back home was supposed to send me a heating pad that her mom made me (she made me one years ago but I lost it last summer) and I just got an email from her saying she sent it about 3 weeks ago.  I hope, I hope, I hope it's here!!

Okay, time to stop being a lazy ass and hop to it.

Ps.  I talked to my mom the other day and apparently her and the aunts (at least 2 of the aunts maybe all 3) are going to come out here next summer.  Plus I talked to Nathan and apparently he and the clan (Kathrine and Byron) are all planning on coming out here (moving out) next fall-ish.  I guess the plan is that they're going to get a place in Portland and stay for the lease then at the end of it they'll be moving out here.  (That's what the plan is, I'll believe it when I see it.)
Speaking of moving... the Terrorist kind of threw me a curve ball last night.  Mentioned something about living together.  It was only a mild surprise because last week when Nate was here he mentioned something about having "dibs" if Lesley moved out (I was joking that she'd be moving in with the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.)  Which as he said.. It would make life a lot easier.  I would see him a whole hell of a lot more and I'd get the morning cuddle time that I now miss, plus I wouldn't have to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to shower and get up here by 8am* and though I'm not completely opposed to the idea I don't think convenience is a good reason to move in with someone.   

* Ass-crack of dawn being 7-730a and "up here" being 5 blocks from my house... but still.  :-)  

I should be sleeping.  But instead I'm going to fill out a questionnaire thingy I stole from gunderson bee.  Then maybe I'll nap.  Or maybe not.

 

1) What were you doing ten years ago?
Just got done my Junior year of high-school.  I can't remember if I worked for Hershey's Ice Cream that summer or not.  Either way I was probably dicking around with friends, staying up waaaaaaaay to late and generally doing teen-aged things. 

2) Five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today
Maybe get in a quick nap at some point, pluck my eyebrows, do dishes, put laundry away, lay out in the sun. 

3) Snacks I enjoy
Cherries, Ice cream, French Baguette and Jam, chocolate and other stuff.

 
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire
Pay my mom everything I owe her, plus find someone to take care of her house so she doesn't have to deal with it anymore and find her either a MUCH smaller house or apartment to move into when she's ready.  Move Nathan to Oregon.  Pay off my sisters debt and get her the fuck out of the trailer park,  Do something (not sure what) for my dad,  Give the Terrorist school money, Go to Disney World with Nathan.  Take a bunch of random spontaneous vacations.  Quit being a Coffee Wench.  Possibly open a Cafe/Bar/Restaurant if not that look into some type of business ownership,  buy a real bed, give the TSA lady who's always so sweet to us some money because she's a sweetheart and said she'd remember us if she ever wins the lottery and I really think she would. 

 

5) Places I have lived
Whitefield, Maine
Chelsea, Maine
Plymouth, New Hampshire
Portland, Maine
Westbrook, Maine
Portland, Oregon
Piney Point, Maryland
M/S Pride of Aloha, Waters off the coast of Hawaii

6) Jobs I have had
Bagger
Cashier
Ice Cream Order Taker
CSR (for Various Companys)
Retail Slave
Server
Bartender
Coffee Wench
General Wage Slave

7) Peeps I want to know more about
Everyone! 

I've been playing on OkCupid a lot lately. 

For the most part it's the same old crap.  Just a way to pass the time.  My standards are fairly low when it comes to the Internet as a way to meet people.  Having said that I am the girl who has never ever (NOT ONCE) dated a person she didn't meet from the Internets.  (Unless you count the creepy* guy I fooled around with on the ship who then proceeded to stalk me for 3 weeks.) 

I have met some awesome people via the net.  Chris, though he and I have had and continue to have our issues, he's a good kid and I love him.  OMS was a craigslist boy.  Hell, all the guys I had sex with last summer were found via the web.  The Terrorist is/was and OkCupid boy.  

I don't know where I'm going with this.  I think I had a point, but I've forgotten it.  The sad thing is I'm completely sober. 

It's my Friday!  Today was sooooooo much better than yesterday.  Nothing special happened but it wasn't a completely shit day either.  (I feel a train.)   

Tomorrow I need to be productive, which is why immediately after writing this I'm going to go pee and crawl into bed.

While being productive I need to accomplish...

• Take shit in closet to Goodwill.
• Clean kitchen.
• Put Laundry away
• Deposit Check
• Mail Rent
• Pay Lesley
• Call/Text Leon
• Send Terry, Mah & Kathryn birthday cards. - Wow, I just realized that my three moms (Birthmom, Stepmom and adopted Mom) all have birthdays within a week or two of each other.  Bizarre.
• Find Job.  (Very Minimum: email Paddy's)
• Take a fantastically long, wonderful shower (preferably while under the influence of the pot.)

I think that's about it.

Shit... That's kind of a lot of stuff.  I need to go to bed!! 

*He wasn't that creeepy before we fooled around that mostly came after the foolage.  Though, he was a little creepy to start with, but I kind of dig that, I mean, I've been dating a guy I've dubbed "the terrorist" for months now... that's not exactly normal.

I need to go to bed but first... 

 

TO DO!!!

• Print Dad's Letter.
• Mail mom's card, dad's letter and possibly a card or something else to tell Tyler I'm thinking of him.
• Clean (kitchen, pick up room, clean bathroom, etc.)
• Send out a few resumes.
• Get coochie waxed.  (yay for super fast appointment setting!)

There's more but my brain is shutting down on me... so fuck it.

Wow... tonight will be the second night I've slept in my own bed in like 3 weeks or so.  Crazy.

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

I think that's more or less it.  Okay, that's not true but that's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm at the Red Square and they're playing Christmas Music.  Blech.  It's fucking May!!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.

*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"