One Hellish Day..........

So this didn't happen today, it was on the 1st of this month but I didn't post it on here so I thought I would share. I wanted everyone to know how I felt...not so good for starters....

So about...eh..3:30 or 4:00 I woke up, sat up and let out pretty much the nastiest burp in the world. For the next hour I proceeded to burp, toss and turn, eat some tums, burp some more and probably annoy Dave to the point where he might kill me...(sorry babe.) I then got in the shower on the verge of tears arguing with myself whether or not to call Linda. I got fully dressed, sat on the edge of the bed and finally decided to call Linda. Being the wonderful woman she is she told me she'd open for me. I barely got off the phone before the explosive crying started for about 10 minutes..I know, I'm a wimp. At this point I was exhausted from the lack of sleep and feeling this way for the past 2 days, I laid down and decided to go to Basin immediate care when it opened at 8. My cat obviously didn't understand how I felt because he thought that rubbing his foul smelling drool all over my face was a great sign of affection. So finally, it is 8 o'clock and I drag myself out of bed, throw on a sweatshirt and my boots and make my way out the door. Ok, my car is a giant block of ice, it's going to be a while. While waiting for my car to start, I'm standing outside and all of a sudden, became one with the bush and well, I'm sure you can guess what covered it. Managed to make it to basin without any more violent vometing but that was the least of my worries because I got there, sat in the room for like an hour before the doctor told me everything looked fine and I need the o-so-loved blood work. The nurse must have known how fabulous I felt because she had to "try" to get blood out of both my arms before finally succeeding. I listened to the "you just have a viral stomach bug. drinks lots of water yada yada yada. Have a great day!!!" According to Basin, my insurance has a copay which I was unaware of because nowhere else charges it. Go figure because my debit card is somewhere in the shred box while I wait for a new one and even if I did have one, I only have like 11 dollars in it. Ok, so lets call Dave....ring ring ring....no answers...about 10 minutes later I give the woman a credit card number and I am on my way home, to a house that has no food, the water tastes like bleach, and is dirtier than hell.... I dare you to top my day...please, listening to your story would delight me so...

30 with a junior high school mentality. (more like 25 I guess)

So...seriously. Who follows their girlfriend's ex-boyfriends girlfriend?(got all that?) So I'm at Freddie's trying to find a parking spot among the millions of cars parked there. While driving by the front door, I see this lifted ford diesel and the dude driving it is staring at me. OK, this guy thinks I'm hot, mini ego boost! So I don't think anything of it until I'm parked and the damn truck is stopped behind me. What the hell. So I take my time, thinking the guy is just readjusting his seat or something. But then realize that he is definitely waiting for me. I get out and the guy yells, "Hey, are you Dave's girlfriend?" A little confused I say, "Yeah?" He then says, "Will you give Dave a message for me? Tell him to stop calling my girlfriend." Instant irritation. Even though I know exactly who his whore of a girlfriend is I ask, "and who's your girlfriend?" Angie, yeah, I totally knew that dumb ass....So a little sarcastic I say, "Hmm, actually Dave doesn't call Angie, Angie calls him." After he looks at me and said "Bullshit", increasing my blood flow. I scream "fuck you" and before I can hold it down my middle finger flies up and I continue to walk into Freddie's. How dare he!!! That douche bag FOLLOWED me to Fred Meyer! How does he know what I drive and who I am?! Does he not have the balls to contront Dave himself?? Of course any guy that wants their girlfriend to completely give up her kids for him probably doesn't have all of this brain or heart in tact. But back on topic, I storm into Freddie's barely able to dial Dave's number I am shaking so bad with anger. When he answers I screams "Hey!" scaring the bejesus out of two guys walking in front of me. After shyly apologizing to them, I begin talking to Dave, actually it was more like loud, inaudible spurts of cuss words and a few other words in between. While walking down the isle, still cussing like a sailor, I run into a member of the credit union I work at. Being a master of transformation, I immediately put on a completely forced and fake smile and waved hello. Of course that all disintegrated after he was out of earshot. I was so pissed I completely forgot that I was looking for a snow shovel and began pacing around the shoe section. It all turned out to be a misunderstanding after I made Dave call Angie's friend Rachel to figure out WTF. Jesus!

Oh, by the way. Mike, if you are reading this, you have got to be the most pathetic excuse for a man. Seriously, you couldn't have confronted Dave about it? God knows Angie has his number.......PANSY!!!

You spin me right round baby right round.....

So, I made it thru my second spinning class and was suprised at how well I did the second time. The first time was a joke. I was just mostly pedeling to myself while everyone was doing these crazy reps and moves that I just didn't have it in me to do. The instructer even came back twice to see if I was ok, and to tell me that it was alright to move at my own speed...blah blah blah. But yesterday, I managed to keep up with them the whole time with the exception of about a one minute break I needed to ensure I didn't pass out and to restart the blood circulation in my toes. . So I plan on going to these classes Monday, Wednesday and Thursday and see if that and going on a diet will help me shed a few pounds. I only hope. That desire is the only thing that kept me going yesterday....YAY ME!!!

The Kat Klepto

Ok, so I just got my cat back from the freaking "humane" society after our crazy neighbor, fittingly named the Kat Klepto keeps taking my cats there. After recovering him, I promptly called the police and filed a theft complaint and wrote this letter to the editor of our local newspaper. Enjoy...


Firstly, this is not solely directed towards the Humane Society, but more at an individual that works there. Over the past couple months, I have had to take time out of my busy schedule, usually on my lunch break, to go and regain the ownership of my cats. Our neighbor, who will remain nameless, works at the shelter. She thinks it is her duty to try and catch every cat in the neighborhood and assume it is a feral or diseased cat. I understand her motives but this is unacceptable. The first time one of my cats came up missing I was unhappy for weeks, thinking she had been run over or had taken off. Only then did another neighbor alert me of this woman's ridiculous habit. Upon picking up my cat, I was then lectured on how I need to keep collars on my cats and keep them inside. I don't know about anyone else who has tried this with outside cats, but trying to keep a collar on them is close to impossible. So, trying to better the situation, I put collars on all 3 of cats and even had my newly acquired kitten neutered. I also tried keeping them inside for longer periods of time only to realize that was also close to impossible. This last time my male cat came up missing I knew exactly where to look. When the woman had me identity my cat, I was not so happily greeted by a crying, terrified cat covered in his own feces. Now, I am not exactly an expert on diseases and such but when an animal is rolling around in it's own filth, I can't see how that is preventing sickness and disease. One of her reasons for trapping these animals is to prevent this from happening correct? They then also tried to make me pay to get my cat back. I'm sorry but when did we start having to pay to get stolen possessions returned? Which is exactly what it is, theft, in general meaning the wrongful taking of someone else's property without that person's willful consent. Another one of her reasons is the animals continue to “use her carport as a bathroom.” I have a solution for that. Stop trapping these animals in your yard. It's only obvious that the food being used is attracting “strays” as well as peoples beloved pets that they don't want to be away from. It is quite easy to tell which cats are strays and which aren't just by their mannerism. I don't know why there are such difficulties with that. If anyone has recently lost their pet, it is a good idea to check the shelter, because you just might have a neighbor like mine.