Life...or something like it

Today I spent the majority of it in a car. I hate driving. When we finally got home, I metioned my fiery passion hatred for driving and my mom responded with a typical mom-answer, "And you were in such a hurry to drive when you were younger! haha"

Or, how about I wasn't really. I refused to drive and get my license and only did so on account of being threatened to have to quit my job at Pizza Hut if I didn't stop acting like a baby and just get my "fucking license."

So I did, and now. Now I'm spending days driving all over the valley. But tomorrow...tomorrow will be better. She goes back to work. Ah. How do you spell relief? W-o-r-k. For her at least.

And speaking of which, today was a weird, rantalicious driving day. This morning on my way back home from picking up the kiddos from their dad's, I was heading North on Price Rd., when I noticed something very strange. On the two lane, one-way road, I was in the right lane, and in the left lane, heading the complete opposite direction, was an old lady. Nonchalantly driving the wrong way. (how many more times can I say "way"?) I didn't really know what to do. So I just kept on going. Watching, of course, in my rear view to see what would happen. Weird.

Then, going home, finally, there was this bitch just sitting in the lane that I needed to turn into to get home. There's construction going on and lanes are blocked off, so you can only turn right out of it, and there's one lane blocked so you can go down into my neighborhood (I know I'm not describing this very good, but bear with me). If you're headed South, there are TWO signs that say no left turns. So I was headed East and had to turn left to go North, into the only lane open for such a thing, and there she was, just sitting there, waiting to turn left. When clearly, previously said TWO signs indicated that there was no left turns. So I had to sit and wait for a whole other light cycle to turn. Stupid people shouldn't be allowed to drive.

Well, now that I've surely confused everyone with my cornucopia of words, I should probably go home now. It's time to pick up the Queen's vicodin...maybe then she'll pass out and I'll have the night to spend with my weasel in peace and quiet. Oh, and I'm going to change my name...but shhh, nobody tell her. So when she calls out "MAL!!" every 15 minutes, I won't answer cause that won't be my name anymore. Ya. Sounds good. Mental retardation isn't the right sickness, but it's the first that comes to mind.

I know, I know, I'm a commodity

I've gone through my blahging withdrawals quite well. At least the shaking has stopped. So I thought I'd drop by for a quick hello...you know, for just a small fix. It should tide me over for at least a couple of days.

Just a qiuck update, my daddy came into town this weekend and I got to see him and my stepmom for a little bit this morning. It was nice. And he still looks exactly the same...just a little older. But now they're back on their way to El Paso, my home town.

My mom's doing better. Hobbling around with her walker, right foot laden with a purple cast. Since she can't drive though, guess who gets to be her chauffer. Me. It's not too bad though, as much as I bitch about it. The thing that does suck though is sitting in waiting rooms for hours at a time. That's mos def no fun. But we'll get through it. Just another hurdle to jump over.

Hmmmm, what else. I know I'm missing some stuff, but it's really stuff that needs to blahgged about all alone. You know me, I can go on and on and on and on and...well, you get the picture.

So off I go to do...whatever it is I do now. Ahh, this fix was a good one. Junkie isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.

Whoa is really all I can say

My mom's doing better now. She's got a slave...and by slave, I mean me. But really, she's good. She even got in and out of a bath all on her own...without further hurting herself. I went to the tow yard yesterday to pick up my belongings and boy was I surprised at how she even survived the wreck. The entire front is CHARRED. And so smushed up that I didn't even recognize it at first.

The insurance company sent someone out to inspect it today and they have concluded that it is indeed, totalled. Ya, a monkey could have told you that...in fact, I told them that. So now we have to wait for the adjuster to call and let us know what our settlement will be. Good thing we have insurance...bad thing the other guy didn't.

Now I have to search for a new, cheap car. Everyone cross your fingers and hope that I don't end up with a jollopy.

I know I've said this before, but I. NEVER. WANT. TO. DRINK. AGAIN!It was ladies 2 for 1 liquor night at Septembers' last night...ya, me plus that equals a bad idea. I even cried at the bar last night as I was recapping the past couple weeks to some friends I hadn't seen for a while. I was THAT girl. And not to mention this morning as I bolted out of bed and barely made it to the toilet as I vomitted red cranberry vodka and jager bombers. Ick. And again and again and again. Two of the times in which I peed. I swear, I never make it in time to pee first, then vomit. No. I always make it in time to vomit and then pee myself. Ick. I don't even know why I feel the need to share this with the internet. But eh, I think like 5 of you read this, so it's ok.

Extremely hot day, bossy mom and worse hangover EVER made for an interesting day, to say the least.

Tiny man with the hammer pounding in my head, go away!

No longer waiting for the 2nd shoe to drop

A funny thing happened on the way home from work today. At least for my mom. As she was turning east onto Rio Salado from McClintock, some asshole ran the red light and smashed into her. She was driving my car...it spun out of control...the engine caught on fire...the driver jumped out of the car and ran.

So, she's ok. For now, she's in the hospital with a fractured ankle, not to mention pretty bruised and shaken up. And a bit morphined up, since she's in a lot of pain.

Once the car stopped spinning, it stopped, but then the engine caught on fire and she was having trouble getting out of the car. A woman appeared and helped her out to safety. The asshole ran, but some bystanders ran after him, tackled him to the ground and restrained him til the cops got there. He had no license, no insurance and it wasn't even his car.

I was on the phone with an old friend with whom I hadn't spoken with for months. My mom called on the other line and I ignored it figuring she was just calling to tell me she was on her way home or something less important (I'm an asshole...I know this). I got off the phone with my friend and called my weasel beacause he had called me first. While trying to figure out whether I was to stay with him or him with me, my mom rang in on the other line again. I figured I'd answer since it might be important.

"Hellooooooo!!"
*man's voice* "Can I speak with Mal?"
*confused* "This is her."
"This is officer so and so from the Tempe police department."
"OH MY GAWD!! OH MY GAWD!! WHAT HAPPENE??!!"
"She's allright, but your mom's been in an accident. The ambulance is taking her to Scottsdale hospital."

Then just a bunch of blah blah blah because by that time I couldn't hear what he was saying and I was hurrying to get dressed. Needless to say I was pretty freaked.

Currently she's in the hospital and she's doing good, considering. We'll bring her home tomorrow. But not before I go see what's left of my car and gather my shit that was in there, like my skates, etc. The cop said they couldn't even close the doors and the windows are all shattered.

When it rains, it pours. That's for damn sure.

Rip out my uterus and call me Sally

My head pretty much feels like it's going to explode. I think I'm getting a sinus infection. You know, I didn't even have allergies until I moved to hell...I mean Arizona. And now?! I have them...BAD. So right now, I can feel the pressure building up...like my head's going to float right up and then BOOM explode, just like that. I want to die.

As if feeling like I want to decapitate myself wasn't bad enough, I started my period today. So I also would like to rip out my uterus. Please. Who can do this for me?

Pretty much the only thing I like about being a girl is the fact that if I want something, all I have to do is my signature pouty face, and POOF, just like that...don't get me wrong, it doesn't work very often, but it does, on occasion, bring me what I so desire. And the boobs. Well, the boobs help with shit like that as well. Especially when the guy is too busy staring at my rack that he gives me back more change than needed...the list could go on. But that's it. Having the "curse" on a monthly basis sucks as much as Jenny (rubbernecker) who was the school blow job Betty...and that, my friends, is a whole hell of a lot. Ya, I said it, what are you gonna do about it.

So now I'm off to be grumpy while curled in the fetal position, sobbing softly as I watch a Lifetime movie.

Round and round we go

It seems as though we're not going to move...at least not just yet. It's funny because my mom always comments on me being so laid back and how I should worry about things more, but if I wasn't so laid back, especially around her, I'd probably shoot myself. The woman, though a great mom, is insanely spontaneous and has an energy about her that just makes you crazy. Spend ten minutes with her and your heart will beat faster and you'll feel the worst anxiety of your life...especially if she's stressed.

So for now, we're going to stay in the shot up house. At least until she gets another wild hair up her ass and decides we need to move.

Why do I still live with her, you might ask? Because of her, I'm going to be able to attend school and work only part time. So that's why. I'll live I guess. I have my sister to help me as she is our mom's voice of reason. Family...a four letter word?

Shot through the heart

So, this week, my second week of unemployment by the way, has been...crazy. As always, my life is never boring. Wednesday night, as my weasel and I were getting ready to go see Pirates of the Carribean, we heard a POP, some glass shatter and the screams of my mom and grandma. I had thought maybe one of them dropped something, and they're both screamers, so that wasn't surprising. As we walked out of my bedroom, I looked out the door into the living room and saw my grandma on the floor and my mom about to drop...confused, I walked out of my room to see what happened. My mom started screaming for me to call 911...between mumbles of "we got shot at" and "get down! get down!", I grabbed my phone. I was confused, to say the least. My weasel, always the prepared boyscout, had his gun at the ready, in case...well, anything else happened. It seemed as though it were a drive-by or a misdirected shot from the street. We're still not sure at this point. The police came, paramedics, even a ghetto bird. My grandma had been sitting on the armchair RIGHT. IN. FRONT. OF. THE. WINDOW. She had a slight hemotoma or something like that on the back of her head, but other than that, she was ok. No one else was harmed, and thankfully the princess was in my room watching a movie.

Needless to say, it was a pretty interesting night. My mom decided right then and there that we were moving...AGAIN. We've been in this house for about a month and a half. Shit. Fuck. Gawddamnit.

The plan was to move this weekend...but with the help of my sister and my laidbackness, we're going to wait. At least til the end of the month.

Let the search begin.

I've done a lot of crying this week. At first I thought maybe it was because I'm piamessing, but I've realized that lately when I'm stressed, I hold it in. So I feel a little better now. I had Kendra take me out last night and I got drunk. I think it was a little much needed drunkenness. Sometimes a girl just needs to get wasted and drunk dial her boyfriend in the middle of the night when he's sleeping. Hooray for alcohol.

Cheers!!

Disclaimer: Pardon the cheesy randomness of this blahg today. I'm still reeling from the gunshot, crazy mom, hangover madness and my writing is, in my opinion, not to par. But that's just how I roll.

Like funny ha-ha or funny sad?

Wow, it seems as though I've been out of step with the world lately...you know, having not blahged in about a week or so. It's funny how addicted I was (am) to blahging. I mean, after the shakes and constant sweating died down, I was ok. But the tossing and turning with the thoughts that you lovely readers weren't able to read about the daily actions in my inane life certainly kept me up at night. Really.

A lot has happened since last I blahged. Most recently, my grandma, whom is inflicted with the fun disease of alzheimers, has come to live with us. It's sad, but interesting at the same time. Just watching her do stuff and hearing her talk. It's sometimes like funny ha-ha but sometimes funny sad. Well, at least now we can keep a closer eye on her.

I should probably get on with my day...being as I've actually got stuff to do. You would think that being unemployed would allow me some time to just loaf around and sleep all day...but no, not for me. I've been pretty busy every. single. day. No rest for the wicked I guess.

Take this job and shove it

Today is my last day at Catholic Charities...notice my gratuitous use of my company name in my blahgs the last few times I've talked about it? Ya, that's mainly because, what are they gonna do, fire me?! heh I don't think so. But it was nice. My supervisor bought me a cake and a card signed by a bunch of my co-workers...in which it brought back memories of stuff written in my high school yearbooks. Which basically means, my supervisor figured out, that I haven't changed much since then. Just a little older, more sarcastic and with children. Yup, not much has changed though. To my last day here! Salut!

On a more nervous note, I will be making my way to Cave Creek today to meet the parents...otherwise known as the weasel's mom and pop. I know I shouldn't be nervous, especially since it's just his mom and stepdad and not my 20 family members...and that's just the ones that live in Arizona. No, I just have to meet two people. And he assures me that it'll be fine, and I'm sure it will be...but I can't help feeling nervous nonetheless. Nothing a little shot of my good ol' buddy Jack Daniels can't take care of.

Thursday retarded fun time

I usually save this kind of shit for my myspace bulletins, but, well, it seems as though this is a typical blahgger thing...at least from what I've heard but just didn't really know what it was...but my sister did one, so of course I had to do it too...monkey see monkey do. And I guess you're supposed to be tagged to do a meme, and then tag someone when you're done, but the sister, for some reason, didn't deem it necessary to tag anyone...and by anyone, I mean me. And I'm not going to tag anyone since I think maybe only 3 people read my blahg...and two of them are related to me. Ok, so after that unnecessarily long explanation, here's my first meme:

Instructions:

1. Go to Wikipedia
2. In the search box, type your birth month and day (but not year)
3. List three events that happened on your birthday
4. List two important birthdays and one interesting death
5. One holiday or observance (if any)

Events:

1968 - The TV sketch comedy Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In debuts on NBC. (one of my faves...I used to watch it with my dad)

1973 - The Supreme Court of the United States delivers its decision in Roe v. Wade striking down state laws restricting abortion during the first six months of pregnancy. (I don't really care if you like this one or not, but in my opinion, a very important event)
1905 - Bloody Sunday in St. Petersburg, beginning of the 1905 revolution.

Births:

1959 - Linda Blair, American actress
1965 - DJ Jazzy Jeff, American rapper and actor (in my opinion, these are two VERY important births)

Death:

1978 - Herbert Sutcliffe, English cricketer (b. 1894) (gotta love cricket)

Holiday:

Catholicism - Feast day of St. Vincent

I think I got jipped on the holiday thing. I mean, Feast day of a saint is not very exciting. At least not in my book.

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On another note, a few of my favorite co-workers gave me a goodbye card along with a westcor mall gift card. Fuck yeah. I loves me some shopping! And I think I'll do just that. Although, I've been thinking about what I want to buy myself, and i've decided that I should buy a little something for the kiddos too. Even though they consume every single nickel and dime I make...but I'm not bitter. We'll see I guess. Though I do need a new bra. Those Victoria's Secrets bras just don't hold the girls' up as well anymore. Darn my mother for giving me such an ample chest. It's not fun...really, it's not. I never understood why some women choose to go so big in implants. They get in the way...clothes don't fit right...not to mention the back pain...oh, and the shoulder pain from the bra straps digging into them. ::sigh:: The grass is always greener I guess.

Now that I've bored you with useless facts and the details of my undergarments, I guess I should be getting back to work. Considering I only have a day left, I guess I can squeeze in at least an hour of ACTUAL work.

I'm so evil you could call me the de-ville

Three days left of work. The countdown has begun! And today, I fenagled my way to get off early...and the rest of the week to only work from 8am-12. I guess my sister was right...the squeaky wheel does get the oil...and by that I mean my incessant complaining about having to be there and such got me what I wanted. Perfect isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.

Lies, bikes and sore asses

I've had a long and interesting weekend...today, being Monday and the fact that I'm super sleepy and don't want to be here, you could say I have a case of the "Monday's". Today is also the first day of my last week here at Catholic Charities. Yes, that's where I work (for now) and no, I myself am not Catholic. But I digress. Back to my weekend.

It started with Friday and calling in sick...not because I was sick, but because I simply did not want to go to work. Call it lastdayitis. It's a disease, I just can't seem to kick. So I went to hang out with my sister. The genius and I were lonely and bored, since the princess had left us...he with no one to fight with and me with no rage in the cage-esque fights to break up. So we headed out. After helping Nila feng shui up her room, we decided to head out to the Mesa Thrift store...bad idea. I'm walking around, a little out of "sorts" when I turned a corner and there it was...the bitchinest bike I'd ever seen. So I had to have it...one trip to the atm machine later, she was mine...here she is in all her glory...

Oh so pretty and oh so big pimpin'. I just need to put some air in her front tire and I'm good to go.

Later that night I found myself in Phoenix. At the weasel bar. Which was pretty bitchin'. At least what I remembered of it...because let's just say that my memory wasn't much help Saturday morning as I woke up with the mother of all hangovers...well, I guess I can't really call it a hangover, being that I was pretty sure I was still drunk when I woke up. Nothing a little booty, sleep and water couldn't fix though.

After I made my way home, I sat on my bed half conscious trying to muster up the energy to get ready for the impending bike run I was to go on with the weasel. The princess came home and we spent some time together. Then it was off to North Phoenix...the run was fun...tiring...but fun nonetheless. There were some tiny setbacks, but nothing too harming. Needless to say, being that it was my first time riding that long on the harley, my ass hurts...and so does my back...I guess I need more practice. *hint, hint*

So to end my weekend, I thought I'd toss the atheistic nonsense and begin my quest to find God...oh wait, I just totally lied to you. I'm not tossing my atheistic nonsense...but I did go to church. And surprisingly enough, I didn't burst into flames as often thought. It's funny how the last time I went to church was two years ago for my little sisters' quincenera two years ago, but I never lose that obligatory church etiquette. For instance, the sacrament. I always take it...even though, considering I haven't been to confession since I was 14 and refused to even go to church anymore and I don't believe in God, it's still ingrained in my mind...you go to mass, you take the sacrament. It was weird. Not to mention the fact that I had to meet my mom et al there, but the place was so packed when I got there I couldn't find anyone, so I had to sit at the back all by my lonesome. And when it came time for the song that you stand and hold hands with your neighbor, all I could think was where those old men's hands' had been. It took all I could to keep from rushing off to wash my hands! *shiver* Germs germs go away, never come back another day.

So that was my weekend. And now I'm tired, sore and probably have a first class ticket to hell for taking the sacrament. Old habits die hard, that's for sure.

Disclaimer: being that I don't believe in all that jazz, I also do not believe in hell, but it's a lot more fun to say I'm going to hell. Not to mention the fact that it really freaks my mom out when I say that. What can I say, I like to have fun.

She's flown the coup

The princess left me yesterday. On what is her first trip alone...and by alone, I mean no parents and/or genius. She went with my moms and aunt to my uncle's funeral in California. All by herself! She was so excited. Here's her saying goodbye to me before they left. ::tear::

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The genius has decided and told me, that when he's old enough he's going to get a tattoo like his dad's. And in the same spot. It's a shamrock with flames and a banner that says his last name on it...he started asking me all these questions on whether tattoos hurt, which I thought was weird because as much as he likes putting on the fake tats, he's the more conservative one of the family and had expressed not wanting to get any. So now he wants one. ::tear:: They just grow up so fast.

Ok, before I start crying about the kiddos getting older and bigger, I'll change the subject. Though to what, I don't know. It's pretty early in the morning and now that I've written five sentences, I'm beat. Time to go back to bed...oh wait, time to actually work...being that I've been here for about an hour and haven't done jack shit. Sloth isn't the right sin, but it's the first that comes to mind.

A picture is worth a thousand words

So, I started a flickr account...upon the insistance of my lovely sister, so that I could have all my pics in one easily accesible place. But really, she should get paid for all the word of mouth business she gives them...and anything else she likes. But that's Nila for ya, if she's happy with something, she wants everyone to be just as happy with it. Gawd love her.

But I digress. I posted some pics to my flickr account and have set them for public view. This pic right here,

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has received 41 viewings last time I checked...and I just put together this account about 2 days ago. But it's just this pic that's been viewed so many times! Not the ones of me and Gina in a bathtub...or the ones of me, Gina and Andy in the bathtub...boobs and all...no, the one where it looks like I'm peeing on the beach! Go figure. I guess there are more people out there for laughs than there are pervs. Good thing.

But really, I'm having fun with the whole thing. Nila keeps bringing me deeper and deeper into the whole blahgging world. Beyond myspace. Vortex isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.

So the boy walks into his mom's office and says...

"What does alienated mean?"

"It means like, feeling left out, or something..."

"Oh, I thought it meant that you wanted to be an alien."

Oh, the disappointment in his voice. I have one crazy son, that's for damn sure.

Back to normal...whatever that is

So, my aunt's in town...she's helping my mom cope. But other than that, I think things are going to be ok. Oh, and there was another death in our family. My dad's older sister died on Friday...it's weird how that worked. I hope what Nila says about the myth of it "happening in three's" isn't true...I don't think I could handle another death.

I'm tired. Hmmmm, there's pretty much nothing for me to talk about. Well, I'm sure there is, but my tired mind just can't think of anything. ::sigh::

Sadness reigns the land

My uncle died last night. 8:15pm. No more summers. No more little surprises found on the side of the highway. No more cupcake. No more well meaning advice. No more anything. He will be missed. Dearly.

I spent every single summer with him and his family for about 6 or 7 years. Everyday that I was there he made sure that I was going to have something to do. That my cousins were going to be nice to me. That I had enough of my favorite treats to last me through the day. He came home everyday after work with baubles, toys, treats for me that he found on the side of the highway.

I went with my mom to tell my grandma the bad news. She screamed. Threw her arms up in utter despair. Broke down in tears and went limp as I wrapped my arms around her. I never felt such pain.

It's off to California on Sunday. Sadness prevails...even though he no longer feels the pain.

Random thoughts...just try and sort them out...I dare you

Last night after work, I went home, ate and passed the fuck out. I know I slept good, cause when I woke up, my face was covered in drool. I always find that when I'm the most worn out, I have the weirdest dreams. For instance, last night I dreamt that I was at Rollercon, but it wasn't in Vegas and there weren't that many girls there. I don't want to get into too much detail or I'm lible to bore you all, but at one point, a little boy, about 2 years of age, fell into the pool and I jumped in, fully clothed, to save him. Once we were out of the pool, I wrapped him in a towel and was holding him and he kept getting smaller and smaller and ended up looking like just a little baby...as I carried him around, I searched for his parents, but they were no where to be found. I never did find the parents, but I woke up before anything else happened, so who knows. Then, I fell back asleep, and something about me having a huge egg and trying to crack it open...and when I finally did get it open, there was all this white furry stuff and glowy light and a baby inside. Hmmm, wonder what, if anything, that means. Weird.

It brought a tear to my eye yesterday as the princess and I left to go to our new house, she ran to the backyard and stared solemnly at the ground for about five minutes. She was saying goodbye to Thumper, our rabbit who's buried in the backyard of our old place. She was sad to leave him.

So now, we're fully in our new house, but it pretty much looks like Sears threw up all over it. I have a LONG next couple of days ahead of me, that's for sure. What with all the organizing of the house...not to mention the art I'm supposed to do for someone AND the invites I have to make for the Fighting Femmes Awards (FFA's), along with the flyers, posters and awards themselves. Whew, do I have a lot of shit to do or what?! Oh, and throw in the geniuses birthday party. I think I'll just do a simple bbq though. I wanted to get one of those bonsai slide things. But man, if that alone doesn't put a hole in your wallet. So it's probably a no go on that...but I still have to plan the thing...next month. Not to mention the other 3 b-days, all in succesion...first we have the genius on the 2nd, then Trav (bro-in-law) on the 3rd, Nila on the 4th and the ex on the 5th. Oh, then later in the month we have my dad, step-mom and e-dawg. July's a fun month for me, can you tell?

Take a deep breath, Mal. Ah, there. Now I've gots to get crackin! After work of course. Meh isn't the right word, but it's the first that comes to mind.

Calgon, take me away!

Every. Part. Of. My. Body. Hurts. I seriously feel like I've done a four hour workout complete with cardio and weights. With no break. Even my armpits hurt. I didn't know that was possible. And I'm pretty dead tired right now. Sitting at work. Starting to doze off. And, yes Nila, I know I can't possibly be as tired as you, but this is my blahg and I'll bitch if I want to. Though I do feel for my hermana since she worked last night and hadn't slept all day. So she wins the "who's more tired" contest. But that doesn't mean I'm not tired...ok, I think I'm starting to not make sense. Let's move on to the next subject.

Today I noticed that one of my posts had a comment from izzymom, a "big-time" blahgger, and this made me happy. Why, you ask, would a comment from a more established blogger make you happy? Truthfully, I don't really know. I used to think Nila was silly for getting excited when this happened, but now I know the feeling. Of course, I commented on one of her posts first, but it's the fact that she took the time to come to my blahg and read a post, then comment on it. Seriously, I believe this makes me a little nerdy. But Nila and I have been sucked into this little world of blahgging...we've even talked about attending the blogger convention next year. In my humble opinion, that would be rad. We'd get to meet the illustrious women of whose lives we've learned so much about...all through the internet. I know, I already told you I was a nerd.

Speaking of being nerdy, Nila told me she thought the weasel is too cool for me. Too cool for ME! Though I am a self proclaimed nerd and do NOT act, as the ex likes to say, like a bad ass. If the occasion calls for it, I will, in fact, shine through, but I am first and formost a nerd, and I am the first to admit it. But, the weasel is NOT too cool for me...it's just that nobody sees him around me when we're alone...it's like nerd city. Sidebar: I'll probably get grounded for posting that part about him being a nerd...maybe even banished to another country where I can't bust him out. Just so you know. So anyway, she thinks I'm goofy and says she never noticed it because the ex was goofier than me...real nice thing to say to your sister...I'm always saying what a MILF she is, and I get GOOFY! pshaw

I have about an hour and a half left of work...only to go home to put together a bunkbed and possibly have to move more stuff. Man, it never ends.

Just as an update on my uncle, he has been transported back to California. Back to his house, his garden, his life. Though it's hard to say how much longer that will be. Getting weaker by the day, I suspect there's not much time left. I was sad to see him go, but relieved at the same time. I know his kids missed him being home. And my mom and sis can take pride in the fact that we did make him feel as comfortable as possible and I think we made him pretty happy. Still, I was sad that I didn't get to say goodbye. They left early this morning as I was driving the kids to school, before it got too hot out, so I understand. But that may have been the last time I would get to see him.

It's probably time for me to not talk about that anymore...I can feel the tears burning to get out. I haven't cried much. I have to be strong for my mom. As much as it pains me to see her so sad and hurt, if I cry, she'll cry more, and I don't want that. But I pretty much feel like I'm going to explode any minute and flood the entire state of Arizona. Wouldn't that be something.

Oh those clumsy feet...they've struck again

You know, there are times when I think that there is no possible way that I can out-clumsy myself...but oh was I WRONG! This morning, after loading yet more shit in my car (sidebar:we have to be out of the old house by tomorrow, but that's an entirely different blog) the mom and I decided we'd take a little break with Nila at our favorite place, the Mesa Thrift Store. As I'm perusing the sporting goods section, I notice it...in the back buried behind 6 or 7 other bikes...a beach cruiser! I've been wanting one for I don't even remember how long. Not only did I find it, it was only $4.98! FOUR FUCKIN' DOLLARS and NINETY EIGHT CENTS! (sidebar 2: i realize there was no need for the excessive caps and use of the 'F' word, but I was THAT excited)So, I went to go put the rest of my stuff back since I only had about 5 bucks to spend and I HAD to have the bike...and as I stepped through the aisle, obviously starry eyed staring at my soon to be new bike, I tripped over another bike parked annoyingly in my way, and ate shit...hardcore. Landing on all fours, I made quite the ruckus, what with the grill clanging and the bike tumbling and me screaming. I landed, hard, on my knees on the tiled floor. I actually hit the floor so hard that it kind of knocked tears involuntarily out of my eyes...usually if I'm on all fours I'm wearing knee pads (get your minds out of the gutters dirty birdies) so the shock isn't that bad, but this was. So I jumped up as Nila came running, "What'd you do this time Mal?!" Ye of little faith Nila...biotch. BUT I am that clumsy, so I guess she's right in the query. "Oh nothing. I just tripped and fell. No big deal!" I proclaim as I brush myself off trying to keep from whining too much. People are looking, my face was probably red...then the princess knocks the lid off the grill and causes a tad bit more commotion. It was an exciting 5 minutes to say the least. Oh, by the grace of Mal.

Speaking of embarassing myself. At the start of a new relationshop, there are alwys things you DON'T do in front of or around each other. For instance, you don't poo in each other's bathrooms, you watch how and what you eat (mostly girls) and you don't fart. Fortunately, I wasn't the one that farted first. He was. But I kept holding it in. Then comes Friday. Watching movies. I started laughing so hard, it happened. But he didn't hear it. The genius happened to be sitting right by my ass...and made a face and started laughing. Darn kids, always busting me out. So ya, I've had an embarassing week.

I have discovered today that the little princess is a rocker chick, through and through. She refused to listen to Bob Marley's No woman, no cry...and didn't even want anything to do with NIN's Only me...she insisted on turning the radio to channel 4, which is 98 KUPD, and exclaimed, "Oh yeah!!" and pumped her fist in the air when a hard rock song came on...I don't even think I knew the artist and/or song. But she was pretty stoked on it, so that's what we listened to. Followed by White Zombie, at which she did a sort of small head bang. That girl...she's a ham. If only she'd been wearing her motorcycle boots and her Harley skirt, she would have been a mini version of...a rocker chick. (sorry, I'm too tired to think of anything clever...that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it)

I have decided that I hate the new chick they hired to replace me. She doesn't do anything right...at least not how I would do it. And she doesn't answer the phones right away. It seems dumb to be annoyed by that, but Binks knows what I'm talking about. You're supposed to answer the phone on the first ring unless you're already on another call...but she ALWAYS lets it ring 3 or 4 times before answering. Grrrr. Rage in the Cage isn't the right fight, but it's the first that comes to mind.