I am so tired of having repetative, multi-hour depressing conversations with people who need money, favors, support, hand-holding, etc.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sympathetic, and we've always tried to be there for people, but I'm tapped. I'm just fucking tapped. It never ends and I can't take it any more.
Same people, same problems, over and over and over and for some reason I always have to do something for their solution to work. There's usually $$ invovled, and every single freaking time the $$$ gets bigger. And the $$ only come back about 25% of the time.
And I could handle that, except then I get guff when I suggest that maybe they could do something different and maybe they would get different result, and then I get the "How could you ever understand what I'm going through? Everything is so easy for you."
Little hint for you bunny-head: It get a whole lot easier when you keep trying to get stuff done, and you try different things until you find the way that works for you. It's only this hard if you keep trying to do it the wrong way.
And the best part? Tonights little gem came from someone who says: "I Just wish I could get him (her husband) to go on Dr. Phil. Dr. Phil would straighten him out."
Yeah. That's what your husband needs - to be verbally abused on national television by a tin-plated dictator with delusions of Godhood.
Find. Another. Answer.
I've tried giving advice, money, time, help and sympathy. There's nothing left. All I can do is hang on the phone and say "uh huh. uh huh" while the long-distance phone line between here and the Canadian border siphons away both my money and my will to live.
Probably just as well. I would have to be crazy to want to live in a world where anyone thinks that Dr. Phil is the answer to anything.
1)stained three peices of trim for the new door to the downstairs bathroom. 2)made a full breakfast for four people 3)delivered a kid to a co-curricular before-school activity 4)took the puppy on a two-mile walk 5)practiced for a cello recording that is going to happen next Friday 6)put in some practice for my second degree black belt test that happens next Sat. (still not ready) 7)met the bus with the other child. 8)picked up the puppy poop in the yard 9) answered my e-mail 10)wrote this blog post.
It is 10:30 AM, and I'm not even half-way through a normal day. Still to do:
1) clean kitchen 2) clean bathroom 3) buy hostss gift for a friend whose holiday party I am attending tomorrow 4)buy a gift for a friend whose birthday party i am attending next week 5)send my nephew a birthday card 6) more cello practice 7)more Kung Fu practice 8) get ready to attend a play tonight 9) make lunch 10) make dinner 11) make some plans for entertaining our friends from Britian over the next week 12) varnish the new door frame and door for the downstairs bathroom 13 proof-read a rough draft of the prologue for my oldest son's new writing project.
But first, coffee and an episod of Stargat SG-1 and a shower.
I wanted to let you all know that I deleted the Livejournal links from my blog, anomalousdata. I'm trying to de-personalize my site somewhat, and figured that if you were still friended in LJ, you would know your still my friends! :-)
Just a heads up in case any of you go to my blog and wonder where you went.
They are a little bigger than the ones we had before, and they have less in the way of "wood", and more in the way of "glass". They are beautiful. I almost have all the staining done, and I still have to prime and paint the headers on the outside, and then varnish them.
But I took today off to baby sit a friend's pre-schooler. He's adorable. We had a great time. He played with Legos for a while, and then he helped me sort the recycling (for some reason he likes to do this), and then we went out into the yard and he helped me find and pick up sticks fromt he big storm we had on Tues.
Then, I raked a HUGE pile of leaves up in front of the slide on our swing set. He would slide down the slide, and into the leaf pile. That was good for probably twenty minutes.
Then he helped me make the leaft pile bigger. He got a kid-sized scoop shovle from the shed, and he pretended to be a front-end loader operator. I would rake leaves into a pile, and he would "scoop" them up and put them into the main pile. Making vroooming noices and "beep beep beep" noises.
Another twenty minutes down.
Then he went into to play house and found a nail that had worked it's way loose. He wanted to pound it back in, so we went and got a hammer. He pounded it for a while, and I finished it off. By then he had found more. We got all the loose nails taken care of, put the tools back in the garage, and went back into the house.
My mid-back got a serious stretching out and aligning. I think that right at this moment, my mid-bakc is the happiest place on earth.
I've got a chronic problem with my mid-back. In part, I think this is because of a car accident I had a few years ago, and in part, it is due to an old weightlifting injury...
...but mostly it is due to years and years of having big boobs.
It is tempting for girls with big boobs to hunch and roll their shoulders forward, to make their chest looks smaller.
This is mostly so that rude boys with diarreah of the mouth and dirty old men don't notice you and give you unwanted attention.
Since I am only a couple weeks away from starting my 40th year on the planet, I'll offer you younger women some advice: and pull those shoulders back and walk straight. If anyone is rude and disrespectful of you because they think you not slouching and hiding your chest is an invitation to them, kick their asses right away and they will learn.
You will save your spine a lot of heartache and make the world a better place all at once.
How can I possibly hate someone I've never met so much?
There's this lady on LJ who seems to have infected the "friends" pages of most of my friends. They all seem to like, respect, and admire her despite the fact that she's obnoxious, overbearing, vicious, and back-stabbing.
And for some reason, she has made a personal crusade of bad-mouthing my best friend at every opportunity, and acting as though my best friend is evil incarnate.
I don't like that someone I have never met can have such a powerful effect on me. Guess I need to work on that.
If only I could wave my hands and magically become a better person.