Queen of Rambles

Sorry about the lack of postage last night. Not that you noticed. Unless you wondered why you had to spend a whole lot less time with your friends list this morning. I know, I know. I write way too much.

We had major wind the other night so I didn’t get any sleep. I was in bed by 9:30 last night and it made all the difference. Sleep is goooooood.

Erik has been driving me batty with his constant neediness. He has a boat load of toys, but isn’t interested in any of them. Instead, he wants to sit on my lap and harass me or play with my computer. With Mike working extra hours, I’m thinking I may have a nervous breakdown soon.

You know I usually love my gym, but sometimes I really hate it. Today the childcare was having a stupid Valentine’s party. I hate these parties because I don’t think the GYM is a proper place to get kids all sugared up. The gym should be a healthy place, but the child care never got the memo.

I wasn’t planning on going today because we had playgroup, but then things worked out for me to go at 1 pm. Erik is usually the only child at 1 pm so I figured that they would either be all out of treats or would give him a left over cupcake.

Nope. They had a ton of stuff left over, but since I didn’t bring anything in they wouldn’t let Erik have anything even though there were a couple of plates of sweets sitting out in plain sight.

Ok, so I know I was wrong not to take something and to just expect them to give him a cookie. But really? They couldn’t give the poor kid a god damned cookie? It’s not his fault his mother is a bitch. When I walked in he was crying so I asked if he could have a cookie and they finally let him have one even though I got a lecture about not bringing something. They had at least 10 cupcakes, 10 brownies and a whole box of cookies left over. What would have been the point of me bringing something? Shit like that just irritates me, even if I am sort of in the wrong. It’s not like I always expect things to be handed to him (or me). Usually I am first in line with snacks and such. I hate mooches. I guess they don’t know that about me since we usually skip party days. I wanted to cancel my membership on the spot, but I managed to keep my cool.

Speaking of the gym, I missed out telling you the best story yesterday. It was so windy that the power went out right when we were starting BodyPump. We thought it would come right back on, but no. We ended up doing the whole class in the dark with no music. It was a good thing the teacher was very well versed in the routine. It was extremely boring at first, but by the end it was almost tranquil. I hope never to repeat the experience.

Want to hear a stupid thing I did? I sent out a package with a nice card/letter enclosed. Tonight I found the card. DUH! So, if you receive a package from me with no note, happy birthday/Valentine’s/pay-it-forward day!

On a serious note, I am so relieved to hear that one of my friends (locked journal so no point in linking) had good news today. Her sister and her sister’s family had been missing in the bush fires, but they were found alive (if not unscathed). I was so relieved that I started crying. Knowing someone caught in the horror, no matter how far removed, really puts a face on things. I can’t fathom that someone did this on purpose. I can’t even begin to imagine the things these poor people, people just like you and me, are going through. I keep trying to imagine, but it defies description. I almost can’t read the articles, they conjure up such images of horror.

Let’s end this on a lighter note, shall we? I find refuge in humor.

My grandma, dear woman, gave me some great advice on packing up for the move. Get ready, because you’re going to want to write this down.

Go to the store and buy a felt tipped pen. Then when you pack, you can write the name of the room on each box and things won’t be so confusing. If you are really feeling organized you can write the contents of the box!

She must think I am a frickin’ idiot. I know she is just trying to be helpful, but is there anyone on the entire planet that doesn’t know to label boxes for a move? Sure, by the end of packing things start to get thrown in wily-nily, but at the beginning it’s all high hopes and lots of descriptors.

Ohhhhh! One last thing. Facebook. Ah, how I love and loathe thee. Today I got a friend request from a girl who used to taunt me endlessly all through grade school and junior high. She finally stopped after we got into a cat fight in the locker room. I kicked her ass, so I was no longer easy pickings. I can’t believe the nerve! It gives me great satisfaction to ignore the request. She’s been in and out of jail for all kinds of stuff and is just a general scumbag, as far as I know.

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