September 18, 2008 at 3:23 pm (Stuff)
Dear Rhino,
These past 3 weeks have just about killed me. The fact that you had to go back to Ottawa sooner than expected and have STILL NOT COME BACK is the reason I’m a bitch when we talk. Instead of asking me “what my problem is”, “is it that time of the month” or “have you completely lost your mind” – try LISTENING!!!! And no, $175 to get the dishwasher fixed is not a lot of money. I didn’t stick my head in the oven as a result of it being fixed – so money well spent.
You know what, on second thought – keep your ass in Ottawa. I don’t quite have the spot picked out yet to bury your body in the back yard. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.
Dear WG,
I know this has been a bit of an adjustment period and you have some fully justified trust issues. But honest to god honey, if you don’t stop asking me 15 times every morning if I am going to be home by 5pm, I may lose my shit. And the phone. Really? Do we need to be on it 3 hours every night rehashing your apparently event filled Grade 9 day? And the clothes. Is it really necessary to try on absolutely everything you own every morning? I would love to get to work on time just once this month. Please?
Dear Work,
Really? Is it really possible to forget to pay people?
Dear School,
Three major papers due in one month? Is the fact these are on line distance courses not a good indication that we don’t have the time to devote to sitting in a lecture hall – so what on Earth makes you think we have the freaking time to do 3 papers???????????
Dear WB,
I may need your help digging a hole in the back yard when your home next week end. Oh, and sound proof WG’s room so I can maintain some semblance of sanity. And if you have some free time, can you write a paper for me? And please don’t ask for money.
Love, your instututional bound Josie
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September 15, 2008 at 10:14 am (Rhino, Work)
get fired in under 5 minutes:
“You know wanker, playing in traffic would be less painful than trying to deal with you on a regular basis.”
No, I didn’t get fired but only because I seem to be stuck here working off some very bad Karma.
piss off your girlfriend in under 30 minutes:
Call me 7 times between 7am and 7:30 am on a Monday morning. When I don’t answer on the 7th try, leave a snarky message that includes the phrase “I don’t know what your problem is…”
This will be followed up with the following message on your voice mail:
“I don’t have a problem asshole, well, other than you at the moment. I was busy getting YOUR DAUGHTER ready for school and myself for work. Seeing as both of us are still on edge from this wknd, lets call it a wash and try this communication thing again tomorrow.”
Things are just peachy up here. Honest.
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September 10, 2008 at 11:54 am (Family, Stuff, Wonder Boy, Work)
I was offered a better paying job in our office in NH.
I have slept 1.25 hours.
I wrote a 20 page Economics paper on a topic I’m not 100% up on. BS for about 10 pages.
Rhino is off to Ottawa even though HE WAS SUPPOSE TO BE HERE TILL THE 15TH.
Ummm, teenage girls? They are loud, emotional, messy and just a tad bit irrational. It’s like looking at myself 20+ years ago.
Major shit happening at work.
My dishwasher is leaking and the person who was suppose to fix it LEFT FOR OTTAWA EARLY.
WB is suffering absolutely no pangs about leaving home. Me? Still the odd sniffle.
Slammed my arm in the car door. The Dr at the clinic lectured me on spousal abuse for 30 minutes.
I am beginning to sound more and more like a whiny teenage girl.
Send vodka.
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September 8, 2008 at 1:56 pm (Wonder Boy)
Here is a montage of how WB has been putting the stationary supplies I bought him and his time at the EXPENSIVE LEARNING INSTITUTION to good use. I do not understand Frosh Week rituals. Post Its??
And while on the phone with me and supposedly reviewing Psych notes last night, I could hear distinctive giggling that did not belong to his MALE room mate.
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September 5, 2008 at 12:54 pm (Stuff, Wonder Boy, Work)
That’s WB hard at work at University. Money well spent don’t you think?
Sorry for the absence. Between moving one out and crying randomly for 3 days; moving one in; first day of school for WG and me; two jobs and budgets due by next week I barely have time to breathe.
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