Wow!

I can't believe that I haven't had anything to bitch about in such a long time. We've been really busy. My wonderful, sweet Man has been working on Girl's new bedroom. We finally decided that we were never gonna get a bid, much less a contractor to do the work. Girl just got back from a 7 day cruise in the Caribbean. She had a blast. Now she's trying to get done with school for this semester and find another job. She hates her job right now. Boy has been entertaining a lot. He and the little boy that live across the back pasture go fishing every day after school. This last weekend, they went the other way across the back pasture and picked up a couple of girls from school and took them fishing, too. They all stayed for dinner. They were just so cute. Of course, it wasn't a date. "We're just hanging out, Mom". But it was so cute.

I just got a text message from my bosses wife warning me that he's in a bad mood. He drunk-dialed me last Friday night....FOR FOUR FUCKING HOURS!! I guess I'd better go and get some shit done before he gets here. There's no working with him here. You have to jump up all the time to find shit that he thinks he needs right fucking now. Oh well, now I'll have a bitch-post for this afternoon.

Unbelievable!

There's a girl truck driver where I work. She's pretty cool, but has her moments. It seems that another of our drivers, a guy, has a picture of her on his phone. It's a topless picture that one of her friends sent him. He sent it to her so that she'd know he has it. Now she's pissed. She wants to know where he got the pic and he won't tell her. She can't figure out who sent it to him.
HOW THE HELL MANY PEOPLE HAVE THIS PICTURE? If she's having that hard a time figuring out who sent it to him, I think a lot of other people probably have it. I can't believe that! I've had my ho-bag days. I've done many, many things that I'm not proud of. But dammit, girl! Just dammit!

Monday's Suck!

Way too much to do. I still have a pile of crap at the house to do and my desk at work is piling higher and higher. I'm just not in the mood. I'm desperately trying to avoid having a yard sale next weekend. I've posted some things on a little group that is a buy/sell/trade group for my local area. I've already sold about 8 things. That's not so bad.

I'll be back later to Bitch and Moan!!

What a Weekend

Really. Girl had friends over Friday night for her birthday. They stayed up all night. I slept through it, but Man didn't.

I've spent this whole fucking weekend trying to get ready for the Shack Up Sale next weekend. The contractor that was supposed to come give us a bid on the garage/bedroom didn't show. What a shocker....not!! That pissed me off bad. I'm out there now going through all of the shit left out there. I'm trying to group everything together in the middle so that we can work on the walls. I'm going to Home Depot tomorrow and getting a roll of insulation and a staple gun. I WILL START INSULATING THAT BITCH TOMORROW!! I could just scream. And what pisses me off more than anything is that I seem to be the only mutherfucker here that is concerned with whether or not Girl ever gets to move from behind the couch. The whole fucking house is a wreck right now and I'm so pissed that I'd like to trash the rest of it. I should've waited til the room was done before I let my house go and moved in here. I'm such a dumb ass.

OK...I'm off to move more shit around so I can become "Bitch the Builder" tomorrow.

TGIF....Maybe?

What was the icing on the cake of my day yesterday? I ran over something and blew out a tire. Then got home and discovered a bubble on Girl's tire...that probably won't be covered under her warranty because the roads in our county have been completely destroyed by fucking oil field trucks.

Today? Just wonderful. The wind is blowing 483 miles per hour...out of the north. Just talked to my old landlord and found out that she mailed my deposit refund two weeks ago. My man's ex refuses to fill out a change of address form. We get mail for her every day. My mail, however, either doesn't make it through or gets sent back with a stamp that says "addressee unknown". What. The. Fuck.

Maybe if I became some irresponsible, big assed bitch who lives off the government and other people I wouldn't be so pissed off all the time. Who knows. I'm going to avoid human contact for the rest of the day in hopes that it will get better. I doubt it, but it's worth a try.

I May Have A Meltdown

And my meltdowns are not pretty. Today, my baby daughter is 19 years old. That fucking sucks in it's self. Two of her friends are complete pieces of shit and there's not a blessed thing I can do about it. She's a grown woman. She generally has better judgement than I do. I should just trust her and go on about my business. I want to kick their fat assess. There's nothing I can do to control that urge. I just avoid them.

I love my job. I'm not being sarcastic. I have the best job in the world. I'm a one girl office. I can wear what I want and come and go as I please as long as my work gets done and I tend to things. My boss knows that I'll take care of his shit. And I will...come hell or high water. He just tends to be a little...all-over-the-place. You know, freaking out about everything and never finishing a statement. I've had him hang up on me in mid-sentence because something else has popped into his little head. That's OK. I know how he is and I just try to roll with the flow. We do construction work, so today he's really on edge trying to beat some rain that is forecast to come in. I was doing my payables earlier and opened up an electric bill that was $2859.39. Really. I'm not kidding, exaggerating or lying. I'm dead serious. He is going to flip his fucking lid. I called the electric company and talked to "Brenda"...who by the accent you know is REALLY not Brenda. She explained everything to me, but I just don't think that it's going to matter.

My daughter is still sleeping behind the fucking couch because we can't get anybody to give us a bid on building her bedroom and remodeling a bathroom. I also can't find anybody to clean my house. WTF?

I'm going to go and try to straighten up the mess on my desk before I go home and work some more.

Good Grief!! There's way too much to do and not enough time to do it all. I don't think I get paid enough for all of this. Let's back up to the weekend. We went to get Man's new pickup on Saturday. He was nice enough to let me know about this on Friday night. It's a 3 hour drive to where he bought it. He bought it from his son that works at a Ford dealership. His son is the one that his ex-wife gave birth to...you know...the ex-wife that hates me with every blood vessel in her body. So, I was just a little nervous. It all ended up being OK. The son was polite, I was polite and the daughter-in-law totally trashed the ex-wife when we went to eat lunch. She is now my favorite. You see, the ex-wife thinks that the world is supposed to take care of her and that she should have no responsibility at all. Wonder what that would be like? Anyway, it all ended pretty well. We got there, got back and didn't run in to any bitches along the way...WooHoo!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch......

Sunday night I was texting my daughter about helping me get a pickup that I had sold to my boss over the phone ON SATURDAY MORNING (this will be important later in the story). Suddenly, my phone rang instead of giving a message alert. It was my sweet baby girl. She asked if my son had told me what happened on Saturday. No....what happened? Apparently, boy, girl and girl's friend were riding down through the pasture and hit a huge hole. Boy was driving and knew that we had just called them and told them that I SOLD THE PICKUP. He freaked out and was afraid to tell us. I GUESS HE THOUGHT WE WOULDN'T NOTICE THE HOLE IN THE WINDSHIELD WHERE GIRL'S HEAD HIT!!!! Surprisingly, her head was fine. Her knee, however, was fucked up. I took her to the doctor on Monday for Xrays. It's not broken, just severely bruised. Thank goodness....she's leaving on the 12th to go on a cruise. I didn't get on to Boy too bad. He was terrified and worried sick about his sister (this is a new thing for my kids....apparently, as you get older, you start to actually give a shit about your siblings).

The pickup is on it's way to get a new windshield and I have to get back to work. Tonight, I'll continue getting ready for the yard sale....Yippee!!

Really?

The man just called. He just purchased a $42,000 vehicle. But it's ok, because it's really a $54,000 vehicle that he's getting for $42,000. I really don't care that he's getting a new vehicle. We keep our money separate, so it doesn't really effect me at all....I just don't get it. That just seems like a huge amount of money. I don't know if he bought it because he wants it or because his kid needed to make a sale. He doesn't know if we're going to pick it up this weekend or next weekend. This is what irritates me. I was supposed to have a salon appointment Saturday...he doesn't know that I cancelled it. I really don't want him to go by himself because I'll be damned if his ex rides in his new truck before I do. He doesn't have the balls to tell her no. Next weekend is girl's birthday gathering. I'm not gonna miss that. He's really wishy-washy and can't seem to make a fucking decision for shit. I can't live my life in limbo because he can't decide what the fuck he wants to do and when the fuck he wants to do it. He's wonderful and I love him dearly. That's why I'm bitching to my blog and not to him.

When Is Summer Going To Be Here?

I'm really sick of cold weather. I'm cold natured so I need summer. It was 80 yesterday and I was a happy girl. I went to the fat doc and got a prescription for diet pills and a b12 shot...woohoo!! Then I went to the tanning bed. I'm almost ready for shorts and flip flops if I could just get the weather to cooperate. It's gray and nasty and chilly outside. I want to go back to bed. Hopefully, the diet pills will kick in and I'll be ready to be busy and not think about the weather.

Diet Dr. Day

Today, I'm venturing out of my "safe-zone". I'm going to go to a neighboring city to go to my friend's diet dr. I only have 18.5 pounds to lose, but apparently this guy is a real quack and will perscribe diet pills to anybody...lucky me! My appointment is at 10:15 so it will be too late to actually take a diet pill today. Therefore, I shall eat everything I can get my hands on for the next 24 hours. It'll be great.

We had a guy in last night to give us a bid on some remodeling that we need done in our house. One of the bathroom floors is completely shot. We also need to have a bedroom built in the garage. Hopefully, he'll give a bid. We've had two other jackasses in to look and they didn't even have the courtesy to tell us to fuck off.

I have to have a yard sale....yuck....to get rid of all my shit in the garage before the construction can even begin. Yippee...I hate yard sales. This one might be kinda fun though. The man's ex-family all live in our town. They'll be there to make sure that we're not selling any of the ex-wife's stuff....that's so important to her that she's left it there for 2 fucking years. I'm currently paying for a storage unit while she enjoys free storage at my fucking house. I'm a bit annoyed about that little scenario.

I'm off to the fat-doc!!

Here We Go....

I've worked hard to master the art of bitchiness and I think I've just about got it down.

I just really need a place where I can vent and bitch and moan about all of the people and things in life that just piss me off. Sorry to lay all of this off on you...but you're saving my family a ton of headache!!