Nutty Old Ladies

The first old lady I'm going to tell you about is "sleeping bag" lady! She wears this long puffy (like p-diddy puffy) jacket that has a high collar... EVERYDAY! It literally goes from head to toe! Underneath the sleeping bag she wears a MINI SKIRT with the horrible white nylons! She never brushes her hair she just bunches it up in a couple bobby pins and calls it a day! Then as she passes you she stairs at you as if she's asking you to give her your seat with her eyes!

And then there is the second one "curly sue" who is balding and wears her hair in micro curls and flattens just the top of her head so all you see is how bad she's thinning on top! She pushes you out of the way to get on public transit first just to move at snail pace! Oh oh...and when she gets a seat she will only sit for half the ride and then will stand up the rest of the way! It makes no sense because the reason she wants to stand the second half of the trip is so she can get off the train first! BUT she's one of those people that hangs on the bar as she's going down the 2 stairs and then again moves at her snail pace!

Shoot me once I start getting old please! Good grief!






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If he walks like a duck and talks like a duck...

Is he really a duck?

I have a wonderful man who seems to quack like a duck and walk like a duck so that means he's a duck right? NNOOOO I'm not dating a duck... I'm just trying to reassure myself that I don't have a something that's not a duck!

He's usually sooo good at being sooo attentive and respectful and sweet! Today was no different...well for the first half of the day anyway! He couldn't wait to see me, he couldn't wait to hug me and kiss me....blah blah blah I later find out...he's racing home for a completely different reason and I have nothing to do with that other reason!

This is the part where I start looking for my duck!

I cant find him anywhere all I find is a donkey! I want my duck back damn it!

I should put up a LOST poster....Has anyone seen my duck?






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So when it comes to a relationship when is enough enough!

My current has 2 kids and he let's the almost 3 year old sleep in the bed with us! She never has a bad dream, she's not sick but she is perfectly fine!
I've already been through this once with him on a night where I needed to go to work the next day! Needless to say I wasn't a happy girl the next morning with only 3 hrs of sleep!
Last night the little whiner sat in the hallway and just whimpered until He-Man (my man) got up to carry her to the bed! He didn't even try putting her back in her own bed!
Now I've been told by every mother out there "some people let their kids sleep with them and some don't but you can never make him choose between you or the kids!" I know I know, is all I could say back to them and that I never would make him choose!

So here I am asking him to choose between my life style and his which pretty much is saying me in your bed or the 3 year old!

When is enough enough! Its important for him to meet my needs isn't it? Compromise and communication is key in a relationship right? Is this ultimatum unrealistic on my part?









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Osh Gosh Bahh Gawd!

Fighting (verbally) with friends blows but when its family ITS SUPER ANNOYING!
For those of you who don't know me I HATE smoking of any kind! I totally can't breath, hate stinking like it (cause I spend to much money on perfume and lotions to smell good) and think its an ugly habit. Not to mention those health concerns....wooot...I mean who doesn't want cancer or wholes in their necks so you can breath!

I've traveled to be with my family because my grandpa passed away! Sad I know but he was 93.5! The first night we got here we had some visiting and church stuff to take care of and after that was done we finally had time to relax! Well I thought I did anyway but my bro, sis, and dad are all POT HEADS so that clearly didn't go my way! So I asked them to not hot box the living room because I was sleeping in the room right behind it! They did it any way! It was lovely, I couldn't sleep because I couldn't breath! I only had a funeral to go to the next day nothing important!
So the pot heads (minus my bro the next night) were going to light up but they decided to do it outside this time! GREAT thanks for letting me breath! Woot my family loves me! Holy shit its like they want a metal! So I said to my sis "don't come to bed stinking of weed sit out there for a while cause the smell sticks to your hair." Sis gets all tough and ill kick your ass....so I got in her face and told her that when you smoke it stinks like shit face it its a fact! She backed down! She took it all personal and flipped.
POTHEADS are sooo bipolar FUCK! I though you were supposed to calm down when you smoke weed! Clearly my family has been doing it long enough that its having a reverse effect "BITCHY BITCH BITCHness" instead of the "dude where's my car" calmness!

I love family trips! Pfffffftttttt! (That's me sticking my tongue out)






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I wish I could transform

Ok Unfinished business sucks at the best of times. But what about unfinished business that you didn't even know about! Booooo-rrrrns right!

So sitting at work on a Tea Break (clearly not a coffee fan) with Gilly Billy and she tells me all about how a "friend" at work is crushed because I won't go to see his art show.

Ok now let me break this down for you...

1)Ex boyfriend will be there with his "best friend" who I can't stand and her hubby who again I can't stand. This would be the first time I'd see him since our break up 6 months ago.

2)This "Friend", lets call him Ninja, will not talk to me about the things that involve...well just me and him (which I didn't think there was anything any way but...well...looks like I've been proven otherwise)he will only talk to Gilly Billy. WTF!

3)Ninja said and I quote "it's really hard to choose between friends". I hate breaks like this with mutual friends. Hate it. How do you respond to that? How can you make him realize that because he's already asked that question and has put it out there to one of my uber close friends....that you've just CHOSEN. You already feel like I'm making you have to choose, you already feel it's unfair that I'm "MAKING" you choose sides, and you as well as me DO NOT WANT TO DEAL WITH THIS. (PS I've never asked him to choose sides)

so....just out of spite and cause I can 'cause it's my blog I'm going to add #4....

4)Big A DID not show up at a really big deal shingdig but I did (Ninjas shop opening), I offered help Ninja when Big A was asked to help and he couldn't pull through, I invite ninja out and Big A just gets invited out. So as you can see Ninja has chosen and has chosen Big A the monkey face jack tard that can't and doesn't know how to be a good friend.

There I'm done! Uggghhh High School ended over 10 years ago......TEN!!!

P.S. I want transformer shoes. That would be soooo cool!

sniff sniff.....eeeek!

Today on my way in to work I was sitting on the train in my usual car in around my usual seat when I glanced around the car and realized that their are a lot of people on here that I haven't seen before. A lot of familiar faces but I think there are a lot more people taking the train these days.
We arrived at the last stop before Waterfront, and a lady gets on to the same car as me and sits in one of the few empty seats near me. Its 3 seats all in a row and I'm on one end a pregnant lady is in the middle (shes a usual) and she is on the other end. I kinda started to smell something rank. Like something was rotting. I glanced over at the pregnant lady and she was looking my way leaned over with her hand over her face. Poor lady had to endure that smell the whole way. She was turning a little green.
It was soooo bad. I was tucking my nose into the top of my jacket. I think I figured it out though. You know when you haven't washed your winter jacket in a while and it's been damp one to many times the season before....ya and then add smoking and coffee breath mixed with I haven't brushed my teeth in a year and voila that's the smell.
How do you tell someone that she needs to shower and wash her jacket and brush her teeth? I felt bad for her 'cause she was looking around and people stared at her throughout the ride to waterfront.

Oooohhh the smell was sooooo bad.

Daisy will help you choose!

My Mom got a dog (a Pug) about 4 months ago and named her Daisy. Daisy is now the heart of the family. She will love you non stop and make sure that you leave with at least 7000 kisses.

Mom chose the bread because she did research and realized that Daisy would be happy living in an appartment because she's a small dog with a lovable personality. Daisy chose Mom because she knew that she would be smooched over by her whole family. So you see it's a good match...

BUT...A BULL MASTIF AND A 75 YEAR OLD IS NOT A GOOD MATCH. Not at all...Bull Mastif = big, strong impulsive dog, 75 year old man = frail, little to no energy and is very much about routine. NOT A GOOD MATCH.

My Moms new hubby and her went shopping. Hubby took Daisy for a little walk while Mom shopped. Daisy was walking on hubbys left side and Bully Mastif was sitting on old man's right side. Daisy doesn't see Bully Mastif but Bully Mastif sees Daisy. The big dog lunged at Daisy and almost ripped her right back leg off. Poor Daisy didn't even get a chance to run or anything! Hubby had to kick Bully Mastif in the head a couple of times to get him to let go of Daisy. 75 Year old man laid on the ground because he was knocked over by his beloved bully of a dog. Hubby was trying to protect little Daisy from Bully and make sure that the old man was ok. NOBODY HELPED HIM OUT! They were outside a starbucks for the love of pete, but that's a whole new blog post.
Old man is ok and Daisy went in for surgery yesterday and she is now recovering. But now old man needs to cough up $2500 to pay for the vet bills. The old man is sooo upset. He's on a pension and the dog has no history of being a mean dog. We can't figure out why Bully lunged at Daisy! Poor Daisy!

Research your bread people before you take on a responsibility. There are Daisys out there just minding they're own beez wax and don't want to be chewed on!