**Disclaimer: The below may contain graphic words, which may be offensive to some. The author really doesn’t give a shit, and if you find any of it to be offensive, fuck off and do not return to site**
Wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted to write about because I have a million thoughts swirling through my head this morning, so I thought I’d make list. My life is full of lists, mostly those I lose or forget about, but I suppose this one can’t exactly get lost- maybe in cyberspace somewhere, which is probably better than being lost in one of my purses..
1-I’m over my bags. Seriously. But yet I have to buy more and more of them. Makes no sense. The problem is that they become huge, gaping abysses. I don’t care how big or small they are. I think the smaller the bag, the bigger the abyss it becomes. It’s like this scienticfic phenomena, which cannot be fully explained like the placebo effect, or dark matter. If dark matter makes up 90% of the universe how do we not know what the hell it is? Is it even really there? Ok- perhaps dark matter should have been its own number. Anyway, my bags magically get filled with shit I do not need. Why does this happen and why when I’m standing in the parking lot I pull out everything except my car keys? I do think there is such a thing as a clutter bug and it lives in my fucking bags.
2- We cut down this huge monstrosity of a tree in our back yard over the weekend. It took an hour and a half and a half dozen men to do the job. Now I like to consider myself to be a pretty green person, and I get that no one likes to see a tree come down. It’s less oxygen in the air, I get it. And we’re all about saving the trees now. And believe you me, I’m totally on board with this crusade. But my backyard is not the fucking amazon rain forest, so mind your business, ok? One of our neighbors said to my husband, “Now you have a great view of your neighbors backyard.” Do you hear me complaining about your dozen stray cats pissing and shitting in my backyard? I think I need to turn over a new leaf (pun was intended) and start being rude and obnoxious. Thanks. Maybe you wouldn’t mind the tree falling on your house, but I kinda do.
3- The great thing about being the only one in the house who really likes eating apple pie is that you don’t have to cut nice triangle pieces and eat it off a plate. Nope. You can use a fork and dig right in, starting from the outside crust and working inwards towards pure heaven. The nice thing is that I can leave the fork inside the pie plate. Just loosely cover in plastic wrap and dig in whenever the urge hits.
4- Was thinking that “curse less and recycle more” is still one of my goals that I’m having a hard time achieving. The cursing really hasn’t subsided any since last year. (I’m sure my sister’s father is shaking in disgust over how often I’m dropping the “f bomb” in this post. And I’m sure I’m going to get a phone call from him as well, but I’m sorry I just can’t help it today! Clearly I won’t ever be asked to write for The Times or Reader’s Digest.) I’m getting more sleep so there really isn’t any excuse for the cursing issue. It’s sad when you have to edit yourself when talking to nice neighbors. The word fuck really is one of the greatest adjectives ever created. And it’s just plain sad that it’s not more widely accepted and socially appropriate. “Where is my fucking phone?” certainly feels better than just saying, “Where is my phone?” I wish more people would just get more on board with this word.
5- So what if I’m anti-social. Now I’ll chat it up with the best of them, don’t get me wrong. And I do really like people. Just not all the time. I have to feel like talking to you. Then I’ll stop and talk. I’m still not dealing well with the friendly neighbors around these parts. I think we just may have to move back to the city. I don’t do well with superficial lawn talk. It’s not who I am. My husband reminds me of my anti-social problems whenever he gets a chance. It was sad when he stopped to talk to our neighbors the other day, and he turned around to say something to me thinking I was there, only to see the front door of our house shutting. Bye, bye.
6- I thought I was married to my dad this weekend. My husband had nothing but pleasant things to say to about my ADD problem. The topic of the newly organized basement was brought up, to which he said, “We’ll see how long that lasts.” How about a little support? We all know it’s hard for me to be organized. Certain things are out of my control. It’s any wonder I can match up his socks properly… oh wait, that’s right. I can’t do that either. Ok, at least I can put away his clothes…. errrr.
Husband: “I see you jacked up my sweater drawer. And what’s with these jeans? Did you just throw them in the closet?”
Me: “Mumble, fuck, Mumble.”
Husband: (BIG SIGH)
Me: Hows about I just wash your shit and I’ll leave you a nice pile and you can put everything away.
Husband: “Mumble, mumble, mumble.”
7- My sister just took her ham radio operator test this past weekend. She now has a license to talk morse code. My dad has had his license for 40 something years now. Not only has my sister’s father spoiled my sister rotten with her horse and all her horsey gear, now dad is going to spend all his disposable income on radios and ham stuff for her. How does she do it? How does she get to be the chosen spoiled one? I’m the one who had to grow up with him and put up with all of his non-sense. I’m the one who is severely warped by this man, yet what do I get? So not fair. Not fucking fair.