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Bullets Are Cool

June 17, 2010

First of all, I’m very sorry I haven’t been around. Technically, I HAVE been around (in my real life and stuff… because otherwise, I’d be dead or something). Just not here on the blog. It’s not on purpose. It’s just been one of those crazy weeks where good and bad stuff happens, and the world seems to be spinning and out of control, and you don’t know which way to turn. (For the record, I hate those weeks, but they aren’t usually thrown at us by choice, so I’m sucking it up and dealing with it.)

So let’s do some bullet points. (Because we all love bullet points whether we choose admit it or not…) <– That’s the tech writer in me. Bullet points are my friend. I urge you to welcome them in and make them your friend too. You won’t be disappointed. I promise.

  • My younger daughter, Hannah, turned 7 last weekend. God bless the little spitfire. She drives me fucking mad in so many ways, but at the same time, she’s a cutie with a good heart so I let her demon ways slide sometimes. But only sometimes, because otherwise, she’ll be one of those useless, pathetic whores that ends up on the Bachelor and that would just be bad.
  • My unemployment compensation suddenly ran out. Just… POOF!… gone. Now I’m not complaining, because I’ve sucked off the system way longer than I should’ve been allowed to. Seriously. I make no apologies for that in many ways, but I also make would’ve appreciated some warning. I had NO clue it was ending and suddenly, we’re without a considerable amount of money every week that we were used to having. [Enter stress…]
  • Heard back from the woman I interviewed with last week and the pharmaceutical company is “seriously considering me as a candidate” but wanted some more details about specific pharma clients I’ve worked with in the past. Seriously? That was between 5 and 15 years ago! I’m lucky I remember the last time I freakin’ peed, let alone what clients I worked for that long ago and what boring technical documentation I wrote way back then. My brain is mush. But I managed to put together a brief glimpse into my career past and sent it along. Hopefully, I’ll hear back sometime soon and we can get this damn ball rolling.
  • Two days ago, I finally got my “baby” back in the mail. That would be my Canon Rebel Xti. My stupid dog (and she really is sort of stupid. Seriously… Ask anyone who’s met her…) pulled it off my desk way back in December, smashing it, but it was only recently that I managed to get it sent in (and pay) for repair. I’ve been a photo-taking fool the past 48 hours. I even made “Welcome Home, Baby Rebel” signs and hung them around the living room. (My kids were confused at first, but after explaining it to them, they got excited that in nine months, they’ll have a little brother named Rebel. Don’t bother trying to explain to them what I really meant. It’s not worth it and will only disappoint them.)
  • In the past 48 hours, I’ve watched my older daughter, Grace, finally realize what a true friend is, and realize that not all girls like to boss each other around and dictate who is and is not “allowed” to be a friend in the group (especially at age 8). This thrills me in ways you can’t even imagine, based on 4 years of misery due to Grace’s poor choice of a best friend. It was a long haul, but I knew it would have to be her decision and her realizations, and it finally happened. Words cannot describe my joy. Seriously, you have no idea. And the new friend is currently asleep upstairs in Grace’s bedroom, here for a sleepover, and one of the most well-behaved and sweetest kids I’ve ever met. (We won’t discuss the voicemail message the “old” best friend left on my answering machine 2 days ago. I would kick my kid’s ass if they ever even thought about leaving a message like this kid did, and that’s all I’ll say about that…)
  • Oh, but while we’re here, we also won’t discuss how I specifically requested that my child and the old best friend be separated next year in school (which Grace will never, ever, ever know).  It was time. Believe me, it was time…
  • I had a epiphany the past week. It’s another post for another time (possibly tomorrow?), but it was what I needed to do make myself become (once again) the person I want to be. Not trying to be vague here, but I needed to do some serious soul-searching, and I now know what needs to happen so it’s all good. I will blog about it soon, but it doesn’t fit in with my whole bullet point theme tonight, so we’re letting it slide for now.
  • I decided that my husband is the best husband that anyone could possibly ever ask for. Ever. I hate gushy, true love type crap in ways you can’t imagine. And I refuse to write about how we have the perfect marriage and how he’s my “soul mate” and stuff. But honestly, the dude really rocks. And we, as a couple, rock. Seriously, unabashedly rock. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the true rocking didn’t come more from his side than mine. I truly hope that everyone out there finds their Steve. Because my Steve is a god. And I have no doubts that we’ll be that 80-year-old couple you see years from now, sitting on the porch, drinking beer and reminiscing about how we fell in love, etc. I love the guy. Truly, truly love him.
  • I’ve decided to weed out my friends. Is that wrong? Not necessarily my real life friends that I see every day, because for the most part, I like most of them. (Note that I said most.) I’m talking about my Facebook/email/blogging/etc. friends. I still like most of them just fine, but there are a few that I honestly used to be friends with, but now, really don’t like very much for various reasons. Either they’ve changed, or I’ve changed, but suddenly, I want to punch some of them in the face and tell them that I hate them. That’s wrong, isn’t it? I figure the unfriending of them on Facebook will be hint enough for now, right? And even some of my real life friends annoy me at this point. I think I’m just cranky right now. Or PMSing. Or something. But I’m done with being “friends” with people who I don’t really like. It’s time to move on…

I think that’s it for now. Tomorrow’s a crazy busy day and I need to get to bed. But I’ll make sure to blog soon about my soul-searching process. Not because I’m egotistical enough to think that y’all care. But because I think that a lot of us have gone through the same process, or had the same thoughts, etc. and I feel the need to be the catalyst for the discussion about it. It’s all good…:)

10 Comments leave one →
  1. July 22, 2010 10:02 AM

    Where ARE you? Please come home. Thank you.:)

  2. July 14, 2010 11:02 PM

    Maybe you are just cranky, but I totally enjoyed it!

  3. June 29, 2010 5:24 AM

    Your writing is so good, I want to chew you up.

    Somehow, you make life seem different. Like yours is the zaniest, wackiest…Thumbs up.

    I think I was Grace when I was eight. Then I became a victim of Grace in my pre-teens. Then I turned friendless in my teens.

  4. June 24, 2010 1:43 AM

    I found my Steve.

    Took me two tries, but I got it right the second time.

  5. June 18, 2010 5:48 PM

    Yes, it’s perfectly fine for you to defriend yourself of toxic human waste. Life is short and certainly shouldn’t be spent with the insufferables. So glad you have a great husband – makes all the diff. It’s so hard to watch your own children suffer at the hands of junior bitchettes, but, having gone through it with my two, I promise it works out. As it seems to be now with your daughter.

  6. September permalink
    June 18, 2010 5:00 PM

    Hmmm…off to check and see if I still make the cut on FB….

    I hope to God that Bronte gets that wake up call soon. She had this horrible bitchy group of girls in her kindy class last year (I know it’s extreme to call five yr olds that, but they *were,* in fact, bitchy); the teacher downplayed it when I had a meeting with her about it (“Well, Mrs. Roltsch, so-and-so is almost a year older than Bronte, *and* she has an older sister in the seventh grade.”). This year the same pack is in a different class but apparently they’ve been so awful that they had to have the guidance counsellor do a class-wide “friendship seminar” to try to improve behavior and attitudes. And yet when we were planning her birthday party for next week she actually wanted to invite those wenches because she was worried they would feel bad if they weren’t invited.

  7. June 18, 2010 7:56 AM

    All I can say is…THANK GOD there are mothers like you out there that are doing their best to make sure that their daughters do not turn into those bachelor-show bimbos!

  8. June 17, 2010 8:27 AM

    I’m so glad you got your baby back!! I can’t wait to see some of the new photos.
    I’m assuming since I can still see your FB page that I’m safe. ;o)

  9. Kim permalink
    June 17, 2010 7:01 AM

    Checking my friends list…sniffle…

  10. June 17, 2010 2:08 AM

    I can totally see you having a son named Rebel, haha. I can only imagine the conversation you had with the girls!

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