8 posts tagged “sister”

• Dishes.  Yesterday was the first time in weeks that the kitchen was clean.  There are a few dishes to do then the kitchen will be clean again!  It's like Christmas.
• Finish and Hang the poster boards for the Token system.  Yesterday I got the final one written out now I just need to go over it in marker and presto! it's done.
• Call PCC.  Actually that's already done.  Found out some  things I needed to know and now I know them and because I know them I need to...
• Print out another Transcript request form from Plymouth and another application from PCC.
• Drink coffee.  Even though I used the rest of the half n' half in the (lumpy) mashed potatoes last night.
• Mail stuff.  ie. Transcript Request form and Application.
• Call Sister repeatedly until she answers to wish  her a HAPPY FREAKIN' 35th BIRTHDAY!!
• Feed the kid at some point.
• Shower at some point.
• Possibly go to Target to get stuff for a New Baby Basket for the neighbors.  (It was the boyfriends idea... well kind of.  I'd thought of it too but never thought to mention it to him because he doesn't do that sort of thing, anyway, I was impressed.)
  
• Enjoy the day!!  It's not even 70 degrees out.  I love warm weather but lately it's been pretty fucking hot so this is definitely a nice change.
  

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 cannot, for the life of me, remember what else I had to do today.

I've emailed my landlord, rent is all ready to go and will be mailed out as soon as I leave, I burned some cd's for Nate, I'm going to be going to the bank in a few minutes, got a place to ship my table, talked my sister into actually bringing it to the shipping place...

There's something else... I think. 

Oh well, even if I forgot something I think I'm doing pretty okay.

Gotta go get us ready to take off.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.

The kid and I are making dinner for his dad tomorrow night.

It was something I kind of mentioned in passing a week or two ago and he completely latched on to it. 
I'm totally okay will that, I like cooking.  The problem is the fact that by tomorrow night rolls around I'm going to be pretty freakin' wiped.  It's been a long week, with little sleep.

I don't know what we're going to make.  I've got things planned out but I'm wishy washy and I don't know which route I want to take.  I suggested asking his dad's opinion but Little T wants it to be a surprise so that's out.  I've been torn between something pasta based and something with mashed potatoes.  I fucking love mashed potatoes and I haven't had any since I've been in Maine.

The Internet is wonderful for finding food ideas!
To bad none of them are appealing to me right now.

Fuck me.  The sleepies have hit.  I need to do stuff.

Stuff to do...
- Continue contemplating dinner ideas
- Call one or two more shipping places in the Augusta/Brunswick area.
- Call sister.
- Possibly do some dishes 'cause I'm a good girlfriend!  (hehe)

Weird Confession...
I was crawling into bed last night, very late/early in the morning and I was a tad on the horny side.  I briefly thought about masturbating but because I was sleeping in the magical bed I decided against it.*  Then I got thinking about how long it has been since I've masturbated.  Almost two weeks.  I actually half sat up in bed and said "Holy Fuck!"  Not that'd I'm fiendish about it or anything but that's kind of a long time.  I haven't really thought about it lately, so I must be getting what I need.  That's crazy though, even when I was having sex daily or every other day I was still masturbating at least once a week.

Okay I need to go be productive in the hour before I need to get in the shower.

*Yes, I will totally have sex in my roommate's bed but when it comes to masturbation I think that's a little weird and can't/won't do it.

This has been an enlightening experience for me. 
The first day, was terrifying. 
Everything about it, getting up early, getting there a few minutes late, taking flack from the T about the lateness.  Then when the Terrorist left... Oh, Jesus.  That was the worst part. 
The day, DRAGGED. 

That was by far the worse day.  Even though the next day he threw whiney fits up the wazoo.  That first day sucked.

It's gotten a billion and ten times better since that first day.
Thank god.

What I've learned...

• Kid entertainment is weird these days... Bionicles.  What the hell is that shit?  Some of the Cartoon Network Cartoons are okay but Yu-gi-oh and Pokemon are just fucking bizarre.
• Apparently the Loch Ness monster is some old dinosaur that was frozen then reanimated.  (Little T can give you a lot more details but personally I think it takes the mystery/excitement/adventure out of it.)
• I now know why stay at home mom's get freakishly happy at the end of summer.  Don't get me wrong, He's a great kid and I love hanging out with him, but I miss having more than a day (or two) a week to myself.  I look forward to the start of school, because I'll have more free time (and more job availability) and because he'll hopefully get a few friends.
• A good book will keep him quite for (almost) as long as a movie. 
  
• Father and son can be amazingly similar even if kid didn't grow up around dad.  (They are both SOOO literal!!  Little T more so in ways such as.. "Wait a minute..."  Then a minute later... "Megan, it's been a Minute!"  Drives me nuts!  The T isn't quite that bad but I'm sure it's just something he grew out of.)

• Kids can eat an amazing amount of food.  (Well I don't know if it's all kids or just this one... but sweet jesus the boy can eat!!)
• This whole ordeal has given me some insight to my sister.  She was 27 (my age) when her oldest was 9 (Little T's age).  I don't know how she did it... especially with 2 kids!!  Amazing.

Plan for the night... get home at a semi-reasonable time.  Smoke.  Maybe hang photos.  Watch cheesy dance movie.  Pass out... sleep for... as long as possible.

Mornings SUCK!!

I went to the Terrorists house last night knowing that he had an UBER early morning appointment with his attorney (Little T stuff) and that I'd have to get up at 7 or 8am.  I stayed up late with him knowing this, I even got stoned knowing this.  But knowing and doing are two totally different things.  I think my brain finally just started working properly. 

The worst part... we woke up late.  I think he set his alarm wrong and I set the one on my phone 30 mins after the "ABSOLUTE LATEST TIME" he needed to be up.  Oops.

So after running around all crazily and realizing that he might make the max but it would just be the beginning to a cluster fuck of a day I told him I'd give him a ride.  (To Hillsboro)  We slowed down a bit, drank some coffee and he took the time he needed to compose himself. 

We get to Hillsboro, I drop him off in front of Tresca which is a restaurant I applied and interviewed at a few months ago but decided to not take the job because it was way the fuck out in Hillsboro. 

Then I called my sister.  We had one of those amazing conversations that we used to have years ago.  I was on the phone with her for about 2 hours and in the course of those two hours I realized my sister and I are frighteningly similar when it comes to relationships. 

Completely and totally fucked up.

We both have an insane fear of rejection that prevents us from "jumping right in."  It's like we think we can keep it casual forever and risk the potential of getting hurt either because Herbert (general name for the guy in question) doesn't reciprocate our feelings (rejected!) or Herbert does in-fact "like us like that" and then the relationship grows and grows until he finds someone better and then inevitably Herbert rejects us. 

Which is stupid, both Jolene and myself are attractive, intelligent and funny women.  Any guy out there would be lucky to be graced with our affection.  Maybe, hopefully, one day we'll both believe that.

The problem with our casual approach is that you can't stay casual forever.  Things happen.  Shit changes.  Jolene is learning this right now.  She's been seeing this guy since August.  Things have been casual since then and though their's is a very "couple-ish" type of relationship they are not, in fact, a couple.  Now this boy has moved to Vermont, where she is now, visiting him for the week.  Sometime before she leaves she wants to find a way to tell him that she wants more than this casual "thing."  She love's him.  Though she hasn't actually said so, I can totally hear it in her voice. 

I hope things work out for her. 

On a completely unrelated side note.

I'm at Seven Virtues and the barista was talking to a friend of hers who was a customer.  They happened to be standing right in front of the table I'm sitting at and the barista's back was to me.  It has to be said... she has one of the nicest asses I've ever seen.  Seriously,  I couldn't stop myself from staring. 

Okay so I'm not really all dressed up.  Actually I'm wearing a tank top that I just threw on so I could go into the living room.  I don't mind walking around in a bra during the day with the windows open but at night it's dark out and the lights inside are on and well I already think my neighbors hate me. 

Anyway, this tank top I decided to leave it on because Lesley told me it made my boobs look good and can you blame me fore wanting my boobs to look good?  It's way to cold for a tank top though. 

Ya know, I have no idea what I'm getting at here.  I'm kind of thinking about doing laundry. 

I was supposed to hang out with the Terrorist tonight but apparently he had plans with his sister today and because 99% of the time his sister bails on him he double booked himself.  He suggested I go over and hang with them but I don't want to impose on family togetherness so I politely declined. 

I think laundry is a really good idea but I know I'm not going to do it.  I really really really really really need to though. 

I could go to bed.  I'm a bit sleepy.

I attempted to be arty today.  Failed miserably at it.  I have my moments sometimes.  I've even surprised/impressed myself at times.  Not tonight.  Not only did I fail miserably but I almost caught myself on fire.  Sexy, huh?

I love my roommate.  But she's crazy at times.  For many reasons actually.  (Well... it's not just her... from what I've seen her whole family is a bit on the nuts-o side)  This one is a new one though. 

-Quick Background-
She's been seeing this guy "the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet" things have been basically rocky from the start.  He's not giving her the attention she wants/needs because he's going through a divorce and she can't seem to understand that it's not going to happen unless she hears the actual words from him. 

She called him tonight.  Basically with the intention to get together so she can have "the talk" with him.  Apparently the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet is depressed as fuck.  He feels as though he's failed everything he's tried to do and thought about throwing himself in front of a bus today.  At some point during the conversation he said he was sorry that he's so complicated.  Her response was something like... "that's okay, I'm complicated too." or something like that.  He... didn't agree.  Told her she's not complicated at all. 

This, pissed her the fuck off.  Which makes me laugh.  A lot actually.  I've never heard of anyone being mad because someone didn't think they were complicated.  Though I do think it is funny as hell I do understand where she's coming from.  She's mad because he hasn't taken the time to get to know her enough to know that she is, well, kind of fucked up.

I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that this will be the end of the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet.  He's a great kid.  But even though he doesn't know it, he's seriously messing with her head.