my timing sucks

Yesterday my son told me that he wished I could hang out with him and his dad on Friday.  Today I gave my Drowning Pool tickets away so I could do just that. 

Tonight he asked if I would mind doing something else cuz he wants to hang with just his daddy.  I said, ""ok honey.""

I need a beer.

Lucky

I won Drowning Pool tickets for this Friday in Fort Worth.  Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the....FLOOR   So if you're a fan, I could use the company. 

I also won a ""Knights of Prosperity"" prize pack.  I guess I'll watch the show when it comes on.   I have a backpack, tshirt, hat, cookie and $100 visa gift card. 

Go me.

You got to keep it separated

I was going to make a tuna sandwich and there were flakes of tuna in the Miracle Whip.  I dug out and disposed of several tablespoons of whipped, white goodness for fear of contamination.  I understand that it was refrigerated and I was going to mix tuna and Miracle Whip anyway, but still, it made me unhappy. 

I know it's odd, but I can't help it; cross contamination of foods bothers me.  I don't want mini-globs of jelly in my peanut butter.  I don't like toast crumbs on the butter.  Please don't use the mashed potato spoon for the gravy. 

Once it's on your plate, mix and mash and stir and blend.  Until then, keep it apart so I can keep it together.

Happy Birthday to me

Ten years ago today, I stayed home on my birthday having learned the week before that I was pregnant.  Josh had to work and I didn't really know many people in Bloomington.  I watched a murder mystery on PBS set in medieval times...the main character was a friar complete with brown robe.  I wondered what color my baby's eyes would be, if he'd look like me and what kind of person he'd be.  I prayed, ""Dear Lord, let this baby be healthy....preferably a boy...and with green eyes if possible, but healthy if nothing else.""  I made a list of baby names with Alejandro Antonio being #1.

He ended up being Alexander Catarino.  He's very pale with the green eyes I prayed for, but otherwise he looks like me.  I didn't have to worry about what kind of person he'd be; he's  the best kid anyone could ask for.  Josh's parents sent him $50 for Christmas.  My son used most of it to take me out to dinner and movie because it's my birthday.  We watched Happy Feet and I watched him.  He laughed and I laughed and cried.  (I cry a lot at movies, but this was different, Juana and Tiffany)

Alex is amazing.  He's polite, friendly, sincere, honest, generous, considerate and compassionate.  I know what I did to get him, but I don't know what I ever did to deserve him. 

He's watching me watch him fall asleep. 

""Who's got the best big boy in the whole wide world?

""Who?""

""That would be me."

whatever

I'm sorry…I'm sorry…what I said was, ""HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUCK MY BALLS, MR. GARRISON?""

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I said ""No, of course not.""  I meant, ""Yes...yes, I do.  Was I unclear previously?""

 

I'm not sure when I became this person who bites my tongue, but I'm over it. 

 

Life's too short to cry over cracked eggshells so my fat ass isn't walking on them anymore.

Blah

Amazon.com is irritating me.  I ordered Juana's Christmas present last week and they still haven't shipped it.  They promise delivery by the 22nd and I know they're busy, but damn.  Ship it.  Box it.  Something...I ordered the same thing this year as I did last year, but last year I ordered off Ebay and the seller sent me an email to say they sold it, but I could have it in May if I wanted to wait.  Puh.  Losers.

My back hurts.  Not as bad as yesterday, but it's still feels like a kick in the ass/lower spine.  I keep it to myself, except for you.  But you read this cuz you give a shit about me, right?  Well screw you then...  Anyway, I'm in pain and stupid stuff is annoying me.  I popped some Advil, but all it did was give me heartburn so I took a Tums.  Now I'm kinda hungry, but if I go to lunch too early, the afternoon drags on.  I may go anyway.  I dunno who's going to answer the phone since everyone has their extension on DND, but, oddly enough, once again, I find myself out of give-a-shits.

Who put that web there?

Ever see The Fly?  Not the original black and white...the remake with what's-his-face from Jurassic Park.  I can see it clear as day.  His girlfriend looks at him and tells him he's getting worse.  He's covered with slime, growing black hair, and has to puke on his food to eat it...and he tells her, ""I'm getting better.""  What an idiot.  Me too. 

I've spent the last 15 years thinking I was getting better.  But in retrospect, I'm just a slimey, hairy fool.  Pardon me while I puke.