Sometimes I feel like this girl.
This day last year. Man things change so much in one year! Today I’m putting on my nursing uniform to head to UC Davis for internship training. And my oldest is in highschool. I’m SO breathless! My youngest is in 4th grade and pleased to announce ALL his friends are in his class. My 3rd son, my stepson is back in SD starting middle school and we all look back so nostalgically at this summer 1 year ago with him. Missing that kid like crazy.
If you are getting dressed in the morning and you decide on the khakis that’s fine but under NO circumstance should you EVER pair your khakis with a plain blue shirt or a plain red one. Graphic Ts, and blouses only in those 2 colors.
Otherwise…. Walmart and Target employee.
Exception to this rule: you ARE an employee. In which case of course you have my blessing.
do you realize that we live in a world where people lick other people’s buttholes and yet some of you still complain about double dipping chips?
this is exactly why I don’t want people double dipping chips
Valid point. One double dipper turns the whole dip into a bowl of unknown buttholes for me- and yes, that’s a problem.
I’ve been in a shit mood all day because my husband gave me his head cold.
Then I went to the Elementry school to pick up classroom assignments for my youngest and the office lady recognized A and started chatting it up about him starting highschool and how it feels like he just went to that school not that long ago… Where did the time go? And oh man if I that went by fast just wait for the next four they will whip by!!!
And then I’m crying cuz it DID go by too fast and I’m terrified the next 4 years WILL go by even faster. And both my kids are looking at me with tons of concern in their eyes as I try not to ruin my eye make up and get out of that office without a cheerful referral to office lady’s therapist…
Then I go to my bff’s house and recount the story to her and cry some more. We agree its nothing an iced tea, taco and Prozac can’t get us through (her son is starting his senior year- she cries about it too)
Then I went grocery shopping, forgot coffee creamer. Came home, made dinner and strawberry, blueberry, banana peach oatmeal breakfast muffins. Filled out the highschool paper work for arena day. Realized I need cash and arena day is too early and I need creamer- so I go back out to the store.
Mind you all the while I’m still grumpy/moody cuz of husbands head cold germs infesting me.
I get the cash and the creamer and I come home. I’m getting ready for bed, sit down to pee and…
Angry lady days are upon me.
Fucking of course they are.
And it didnt happen BEFORE I went to the store… So that I could get wine and ice cream. Nope… It waited like the mean bitch it turns me into.
And now i realize that I’m hungry.
And I just want to cry from the total catastrophic unfairness of it all.
So I go out to look for some garbage to ingest- surely there is a leftover half a snickers in my freezer or something right???
No luck. Settle for a banana. Decide to eat it in bed.
I’m eating the banana in bed and I realize it’s perfect. So I say to my husband “this banana is perfect. Do you want to try it?”
He says “what the fuck?”
This irritates me and wounds me deeply. Do you know how gross I usually find banana? I don’t like them- you do. This one is actually perfect. Excuse me for wanting to share in it’s perfection with you.
This banana is beautifully blemish free. It’s perfectly firm yet creamy. It isn’t over ripe and the texture of baby poop and it isn’t under ripe and leaving weird film on my teeth. It’s sweet but slightly tangy and chewy but not chunky.
It’s in fact perhaps the first thing today that hasn’t pissed me off or disappointed me.
He looks at me like I am mental. Which of course, I am.
And he takes a bite of the fucking banana, snuggles up against me and says, “yep, you’re right. That’s a damn good banana” and kisses me on the tip of my stuffed up nose.
( But It’s actually perfect.)
I’m spending the day hanging out along the shoulder of the freeway and then this trucker hops out and pees unnecessarily close to me. Some days!
My interesting morning so far, top: the view from the rest stop is cool, 6 flags roller coasters and the bay. That’s a rest stop coffee machine menu, “whitener” instead of “creamer”??? -Middle: local rest stop flora - bottom: some, but not all of the broken parks of the car and of course when we walked to the rest stop for coffee and bathrooms we came back to a ticket from the CHP fairy who was nowhere in sight any of the other 2 1/2 hours we have been parked here. Go figure… Too funny!
Brakes seized up and he hit the center divide just past Vallejo. Wife to the rescue at 5am!!! Life is good! No injuries, just gotta fix it.I am always grateful for what I’ve got. This is just an unexpected way to spend the day. Luckily his boss isn’t upset, my kids have visitation with their dad and I had nothing pressing… Also rent hasn’t been paid yet so we have $ for car parts. This is a great day to work on the car along side the freeway. :)