Not much to write about

12 November 2007 at 7:38 pm (Just Because, Work)

Started new job today, mentally tired after information overload.  Think the rest of the week will go the same.  It actually felt good not to have to deal with that new manager and my co-worker coming up to me to say “I’m going to kill him!”  Everyone seems really nice and my supervisor seems like an easy going guy and I think I will get along well with him.

I do miss all my friends from my previous job.  They are friends and I will try to keep in touch with them.

Sunday was my birthday, damn another year gone.  Time really does fly by now.  My mom did not call to wish me a happy birthday either, it did bum me out.  Should I have expected it since I saw her the night before and she took me out for dinner?  I think so, just a personable loving touch.  I’m still bummed.  She hasn’t even called to see how my first day at my new job was.  Do I expect too much?  Yes I do!

Oh well, off to eat dinner.  I’m hungry!

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A Lie by omission…is STILL a Lie

8 November 2007 at 8:50 am (Marriage, Men, rant) (, , , , , , )

Do you consider not telling someone something, yes rather important something, a lie?  I do.  I have experienced a lot of lies in my life.  Bold face lies, little white lies and those lies by omission.  If someone lies by omission to you it still hurts just a much as if they had lied straight to your face.  I’m not talking about those little things you don’t tell someone that in the end really are not a big deal.  I’m talking something big.  Well to be honest with you, I’m about getting sick and tired of these lies by omission.  To sit down and discuss something with someone regardless of the outcome or the consequences is what being a responsible adult is all about.  Not doing this, in my opinion, is not acceptable.  I can’t think of a valid way to worm your way out of lying to someone.  My next question is why the hell do people do it??  Why?  When in the end all they are doing is hurting.  Do they get something from it?  Do they think they can get away with it?  Sorry to tell you, a lie will always come out in the end.  What then?  The hurt has been done.  So, here I sit hurting, again!

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What do I do – she’s my grandma

5 November 2007 at 6:50 pm (Survivor)

What do you do when the mother of the man that molested you does not know what happened?  The relationship with my grandmother was only formed when I was with my molester Alan on the weekends.  I often dread visiting her house because of the over whelming smell of cat urine, not to mention all she can ever seem to do is complain about me or Alan.  I’ve requested on several occasions for her not to talk to me about Alan, only mentioning that he is no longer in my life.  She knows how much of a shit head he is as he hasn’t spoken to her in years.  But what do I do when the need to she her is not there.  I only remember her as a reminder, a link to Alan.  I don’t want to be mean, and I only talk to her because if I don’t I know she will call me and bitch me out.  Why would anyone want that?  She called Friday night and left me a message to call her, it was getting late so I didn’t return the call.  She then called again and left another message Saturday, this time I was busy for several hours.  I forgot she called and then didn’t check my messages until Monday when I had the reminder on my cell I had messages.  She left me a messages with, blah, blah, blah, “if your home, pick up the damn phone!”  Now would this make you just run to the phone to call someone back.  I dreaded calling her.  I always dread calling her.  I don’t like feeling this way, but I always feel obligated to HAVE to call, to HAVE to see her.  Is it ok, just not to call?  My hubby will not allow me or my son to go to her house, because of the urine smell, he is concerned with our health.  I have to agree, the smell is so bad.  I don’t know what to do.

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Men DO NOT listen

5 November 2007 at 1:42 pm (Just Because, Just for Laughs, Men) (, , )

I was emailed this joke today and I just HAD to share it. It is just so true about men. Sorry honey, but IT IS true.

DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!”

Wanda’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told the repairman, “I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you a check .”

“Oh, by the way don’t worry about my dog Spike. He won’t bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT, under ANY circumstances, talk to my parrot!” “I REPEAT; DO NOT TALK TO MY PARROT!!!”

When the repairman arrived at Wanda’s apartment the following day, he discovered the biggest, meanest looking dog he has ever seen. But, just as she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet watching the repairman go about his work.

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The parrot, however, drove him nuts the whole time with his incessant yelling, cursing and name calling. Finally the repairman couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled,

“Shut up, you stupid, ugly bird!”

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To which the parrot replied, “Get him, Spike!”

See – Men just don’t listen!

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Post-It note to hubby

1 November 2007 at 10:06 am (Hubby's ADD, Just Because, Just for Laughs, Marriage, Men) (, , , )

Since my hubby has ADD and has a hard time remember things. Here’s a post-it note for you to carry.

NOTE TO SELF: Do not take CD’s out of wifes’ truck. It pisses her off. She so looks forward to listening to her favorite music while stuck in traffic on the interstate AKA “the parking lot”. File under ***IMPORTANT***

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