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Forgot to mention

That last entry there… just a side note… probably should mention I would have to actually GO on a date to then have SEX to get pregnant! *grin* Sorry, Nicole’s comment amused me, especially considering this past weekend was the first date I had been on since May. And, unlike this last date, that date sucked way bad. Very, very bad. We met for dinner. He asked “How does Mexican food sound?” I am a big fan of the margarita and the fajita, so I said it was a great idea. He took me to Casa Ole. Freakin’ Casa Ole. What is that, 2 steps up from Taco Bell? Heck, the food at Taco Cabana tastes a thousand time better than that bland crap food at Casa Ole. Then the next day he decides he is still suffering from “Post-Divorce Stress Syndrome” and doesn’t want to date yet anyways. Probably a good idea, he isn’t going to woo too many women with Casa Ole. Bah. New date guy? We have talked several times and I am looking forward to hopefully getting to see him again soon. Much, much better date. *wink* But … I am not hopping into bed with him any time soon, so I still won’t be pregnant. And yes, much to the amazement of children and adults around the world … sex makes babies. Even if you use birth control. So if you don’t want to take the risk of having a baby … don’t have sex.

Sex makes Babies. Spread the word.

Seems to be lots of prego teens around here that must have missed that basic lesson. (And no, I am not claiming to be a saint, I have been around the block too many times and learned too many lessons the hard way.) Anyone else want to comment? Opinion time! Talk Back!

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Google Giggles

Latest Google Giggle searches (you know, the ones that amuse me) that have brought people here…
– women with long toes – my toes are not long, they are cute.
– easy to read spanish short story – Que? Yo no hablo espanol.
– jessica andrews cute feet – ok, that’s just freaky…
– Christine PREGNANT – I like the emphasis on pregnant, but *no* I am not. Must have sex to make babies…
– bush cows listener – yep, that’s our Duhhhbya, down here in Texas, with the cows talking to him.
And of course 6 out of the latest 20 were searches for the word “blah”.

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Bad Cats

This is *hysterical*. I can picture Murphy trying to do it to Mona. (Link thanks to Spitfire)

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It’s Settled…

My mom finally said at about 6:30 or so that she didn’t really want Jason to go up to North Dakota with them. Now, I don’t agree with part of her reason – she is worried about what people will think if he acts up, one aunt & uncle in particular because they made a comment on his behavior when we were there in July. Want to know my opinion on this? “BITE ME”. He’s nine. If he isn’t a saint, too bad. He can be a bit rambunctious at times, but he’s NINE! He was bad about listening when you would tell him to do something this summer – matter of fact, it was driving me crazy. He has been better lately, thank goodness. So I don’t think she shouldn’t take him just to make them happy. On the other hand, I want *her* to be happy and keep things as low key and calm for her as possible. Obviously, if Jason isn’t going I am not going. I was thinking about it this evening though, and I feel some closure already – I guess because when I left there on July 10 I thought of it as our last goodbye. And sad as this is, I know there will be problems among the siblings, and I don’t want to deal with it. I think my dad still wants Jason to go, but for now he is staying home and so am I. I will still probably have to do some work from home if the boss says ok, but otherwise we should be ok. I am doing a lot better tonight than I was last night. Thank you again for your well wishes.

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Decisions again…

I just talked to my mom on the phone. She was saying how my father thinks that Jason should go to North Dakota with them, that he should “be there” for the funeral. I said “Gee, no one is worried about ME being there.” (ok, that looks totally stupid in writing, but in the context of the moment… anyways.) She said, “I thought you told your father that you couldn’t go?” Well… no, that’s not quite the case. I don’t have money to buy a plane ticket. I have meetings and appointments scheduled Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday of this week. I don’t have vacation time accrued here yet (although I may have bereavement time, I didn’t even check) so missing time may mean missing salary. I already owe them a substantial amount of money from the past 3 months (since leaving the FC) and I hate to owe them any more. If I stay here, I sell. If I sell, I make money, and I can pay them back. I was just up there a month ago, and while this may sound cold-hearted, I would rather spend time with someone when they were alive rather than after they are dead. But then again everyone will be there – and will it look odd to them if I am not? Like I don’t care? Even some of my cousins who I didn’t get to see last month (Leslie, Lynette, Linnea, possibly Debra and Paul – the ones that are my age) will be there.

I don’t want to miss the time here at work. It is already hurting me financially that I missed time last month. I can’t afford any more. I am tired of having to borrow money from my parents to have simple basic things. August 15 is beginning of “catch up” payday for me finally. I don’t want to go back further into the hole.

So I am sitting here wondering … what would he want? He was always of the mindset, “So what? Who cares what they think?” The you-have-to-do-what-you-have-to-do type. I don’t know. There is a part of me that says I should be there and bigger part of me that says I should stay. I am afraid I would regret not going later though if I went. Then I start to think again of the financial issue. Ugh. Have I mentioned lately that I hate having to make decisions?

To top it all off, I mention it to my boss (who has been wonderfully sympathetic and understanding) and he said “if you need to go… we can work something out” in reference to the bereavement/vacation time issue. Up until now I was of the mindset that I shouldn’t go … now I don’t know what to do.