Fail @ Subjects.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I fail at trying to think of a subject/title for my blog posts. I have to work until 8PM tonight and I just do not want to. I want to scream and cry and throw a fit like a small child. But I won't. I will go and I will work and I will want to fall asleep. Ugh! But I guess that is all part of being an adult. I just feel like everything is piling up on me all at once. I just need a break, in the form of a million dollars would be excellent!
Hot Pink.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
I painted my nails hot pink tonight. Let's see how well that goes over @ the pharmacy tomorrow. They are pretty cool about stuff like that though.
I can honestly say that I now remember one of the reasons I moved away from Upstate, NY many moons ago. There are a ton of rude people up here. I know, I know.. There are rude people wherever you go, trust me, I know that. But there seems to be a much higher number of them here in this area than other places that I have lived. I don't get it. Everyone is so miserable, they go out of their way to make you miserable and argue with everyone over everything! It gets quite ridiculous at times. I walk around with a constant headache and urge to punch kittens, no not really, well maybe.
B had a problem on the bus today. The bus driver claims he tried hitting one of the other kids. When I asked B what happened he said they were playing and he flayed his hands at the other kid. The other kid happens to be one of the boys who gets on the bus at his bust stop every morning. This kid is a royal pain in the ass. He is a trouble maker who pushes the other kids out of the way and has been caught throwing rocks at my parents dogs. The other day he heard police sirens while they were waiting for the bus and I quote, he said, "I hope they aren't coming after my dad again". So I am assuming the kid said that he tried to hit him, even though he probably didn't, just to get him into trouble. I only say this because my son doesn't hit. He just doesn't. He has never ever been a hitter. As many behavioral problems as I have had with him, hitting was never one of them. Even when he is at his maddest. So I don't know what is going on. His insurance finally kicked in yesterday so once I get the card I need to make an appointment with Dr. Lopez again and get this shit taken care of. Get him whatever therapy, meds, Saturday groups.. Whatever he needs so these people will leave him the fuck alone!
I can honestly say that I now remember one of the reasons I moved away from Upstate, NY many moons ago. There are a ton of rude people up here. I know, I know.. There are rude people wherever you go, trust me, I know that. But there seems to be a much higher number of them here in this area than other places that I have lived. I don't get it. Everyone is so miserable, they go out of their way to make you miserable and argue with everyone over everything! It gets quite ridiculous at times. I walk around with a constant headache and urge to punch kittens, no not really, well maybe.
B had a problem on the bus today. The bus driver claims he tried hitting one of the other kids. When I asked B what happened he said they were playing and he flayed his hands at the other kid. The other kid happens to be one of the boys who gets on the bus at his bust stop every morning. This kid is a royal pain in the ass. He is a trouble maker who pushes the other kids out of the way and has been caught throwing rocks at my parents dogs. The other day he heard police sirens while they were waiting for the bus and I quote, he said, "I hope they aren't coming after my dad again". So I am assuming the kid said that he tried to hit him, even though he probably didn't, just to get him into trouble. I only say this because my son doesn't hit. He just doesn't. He has never ever been a hitter. As many behavioral problems as I have had with him, hitting was never one of them. Even when he is at his maddest. So I don't know what is going on. His insurance finally kicked in yesterday so once I get the card I need to make an appointment with Dr. Lopez again and get this shit taken care of. Get him whatever therapy, meds, Saturday groups.. Whatever he needs so these people will leave him the fuck alone!
Miserable.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I hate it when people go away and they change.
I am sick. I hate being sick. It feels like there is a cotton ball wrapped in sand paper, stuck in the back of my throat. I am so tired. I am broke and Christmas is right around the corner. I am so sick of not having money. Why can't I just either win the lottery or find a rich but sweet and faithful man to marry. OK that was a joke, sort of. I haven't been reading at all lately. I really hate it. I feel like I literally never have time to do anything but eat, sleep, work and play the occasional game of L4D2. I bought Flowers for Algernon the other day, because I haven't read it and I still have 2 books in front of it that need to be read first. I need a new digital camera because mine no longer wants to turn on and/or stay on. Also it is freezing and it snowed this morning. Like I said, miserable.
I am sick. I hate being sick. It feels like there is a cotton ball wrapped in sand paper, stuck in the back of my throat. I am so tired. I am broke and Christmas is right around the corner. I am so sick of not having money. Why can't I just either win the lottery or find a rich but sweet and faithful man to marry. OK that was a joke, sort of. I haven't been reading at all lately. I really hate it. I feel like I literally never have time to do anything but eat, sleep, work and play the occasional game of L4D2. I bought Flowers for Algernon the other day, because I haven't read it and I still have 2 books in front of it that need to be read first. I need a new digital camera because mine no longer wants to turn on and/or stay on. Also it is freezing and it snowed this morning. Like I said, miserable.
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