I, for one, am stocked that it’s finally Friday.
I will warn you now, if you proceed through the remainder of this post, I can’t promise that it’s going to be all cottonballs and kittens.
In other words, I’ve had a rough month, I’m exhausted and I believe (although it’s early) I have the onset of PMS.
Aren’t you glad you don’t live with me? You can be honest, it will only sting a little.
Life lately has left me little time to stop and smell the roses.
Comparatively, I haven’t had time to shit and fall back in it or fart and smell it either, so it’s not all bad. I just haven’t had time to write witty, knee slapping, sarcastic shit. Nor have I had the time to go visiting everybody else’s blogs. Sucks.
By the time I get to sit down and actually try to catch up, I’m so behind that I don’t catch up with everybody. Sucks. But, I’m working on a system. A blog reading system. So, I can keep up with all the good stuff going on around ya’lls places.
I’ve found out that real work is harder than pretending to be busy as hell. Since taking the “new position”, I’ve been commuting back and forth from Knoxville to Huntsville pretty much on a weekly basis. That’s kicking my ass.
Not only do I really have to work now, but I spend alot of my time dodging state troopers in three states as I blaze a firey trail trying to get myself from Point A to Point B and back in a resonable amount of time.
I have managed to figure out where to PO-PO sits and stalks innocent commuters though and slow’er down to a reasonable speed temporarily.
In other news. We’ve finally figured out what is making Miss A, my lovely 17 year old daughter, walk like a little old lady in the geriatric ward and hurt from her hip to her toes in her let.
Herniated disk. Two of them. The MRI shows that the disks are squeezing and hating on her sciatic nerve, which is making her unable to walk.
The poor kid is going through hell between the leg/back issue and the fact that I’ve cut her off from that dead beat, punk ass, piece of shit she calls a boyfriend. But he’s another whole story all together. Fucker.
So, now we go to a neurosurgeon next week to see what we can possibly do to fix her. She is just way too young to be going through all of this pain.
Overall, my home life has been nothing but complete hell for months now.
Miss A is constantly showing her ass and doing stupid shit. Granted, I did my fair share of stupid, teenage shit, but DAYUM. In the last year here are the things she’s pulled (in no particular order:
* Ditched school… (ALOT) which is nuts because I drop her ass off everyday.
* Smoked weed… which absolutely blew my mind.
* Snuck out in the middle of the night with her friends to see her asshat boyfriend.
* Lied about boyfriend related crap on multiple occassions.
The list could go on and on, but it’s depressing me and she’s now grounded until Jesus comes back, so I’d rather not dwell on it anymore.
The Boy drives me just as nucking futz. He’s just fucking lazy. He lets those dogs piss in his bedroom because he’s too lazy to take them out. I’m trying to figure out a way to get rid of the dogs if neither him or Big T wants to take care of them. It’s ridiculous.
Big T is making me want to pull my hair out. I think he doesn’t want to go back to work. That’s not even the problem there. I could care less if he works or not. He gets short term disability, so financially, it’s not much of a burden.
What’s making me want to pull my hair out and punch him in the face is that every time I talk to him I hear the same two things… “I’m just sitting here watching TV.” and “I’m bored.”
Ok, pal. If you’re so fucking bored, get up and do something. Say, like dust mop. Or how’s this, do the yard work. Find something to do but bitch about being bored.
I’m working 50+ hours a week and commuting and still taking care of the house, the kids, the shit with their school, the house work, cooking, laundry and everything else. Hello.
On the bright side, it’s Friday and I have a cooler full of beer. I got a little last night. The VOLS play Florida (I anticipate it to be a total ass kicking to the boys, but hey). USC ain’t playin til Thursday, but it should be an easy win.
So, kids. Overlook my foul attitude. I’m sure if I rest enough, I’ll be peachy keen by the end of the weekend. Just in time for it all to start over again.
Have a drink on me.