Friday Fracas? and other nonsense...

A few things up for discussion today, so I was being thoughtful and thought I would share with all of you.

Costello is feeling better today since one of the main characters of all the bickering, is out today. Wonder if it’s ‘cuz I’ve been sending people down to HER bathroom to poop. Hmm… Also, the table fight? One of the gals just waited until the other left for the day and then made the switch… sneaky! So work will be a nice peaceful day as long as no one ELSE gets pissed and decides to start another fight that we can all think about over the weekend.

Am doesn’t understand how grown people can act like this. We are union. Does that explain it? The Man doesn’t know why my Boss allows us to put up signs. Hello? We are union! LOL

The Baby was cute as hell again last night, playing in a bucket of cold assed water and making a weird noise when it would splash up on her. She has also started a biting, smacking game with us that are lucky enough to be on the receiving end. I know that she’s too young to know that it’s wrong, but damn, after a well landed smack in the mouth or having your glasses knocked off your face, the first thing you think of is either whacking her back, or yelling. Ok, so that’s probably just me.

The biting? I don’t know WHAT to make of that. When The Punk did that, I bit her back and that was the end of the biting, but not sure The Baby is old enough to know why. So I look like Dracula came to visit me last night.

I won’t go into detail about the Freddy Kruger nails the child has. Just suffice it to say that I have the weekend to scab over.

I’m looking forward to having The Man’s punk here this weekend. I’m better with kids, old and new, in MY old age, so it should be just fine. I have lots of walls and floors needing to be scrubbed, might just as well put her to use! Ha!

My sister Am, and I were discussing my going out to the property that we are going to spend time on next week, thinking that I should take the bad dogs out there.

FG: “I would worry that they would meet up with Coyotes”

Am: “Should take Rip, might do her good to run into a dog that has bigger balls than her”

I’m pretty sure that I wouldn’t want that for Rip or the bad dogs I will be watching this weekend, so they can stay home and poop and pee on the kitchen floor. (Mom, are you bringing a roll of paper towel with you?)

I was going over all the crap paperwork that I have for my appointment with the headache clinic. Like 12 pages of stuff I have to fill out. FINALLY a doctor that thinks it’s a concern or at least of interest if your headache is triggered or gets worse with physical activity INCLUDING sex. You tell the doctor something like that and they give you a blank stare that tells you one of two things, they don’t believe you, or you really have a bigger problem than THEY want to help with!

The questionnaire goes on to ask if I’ve ever done illegal (street) or prescription drugs recreationally. How far back do I go? Last week, last year, or is this an EVER thing? Cripe. We don’t wanna go there, my mother is a Substance Abuse Counselor. Maybe I’m the reason WHY she is…. Hmmm… I need to think about that.

Also, why do they need to know if I’m right or left handed? So I’m hoping to be able to be headache free here soon! If not, I’m thinking that the old “blood-letting” or “blood-suckers” to the temple may be in order.

I’m gearing up for the quitting smoking thing. I’ve got the book, the CD, the computer sites and of course EVERYONE at work handing me cards for websites and support 800 numbers. I’m grateful for all the support, but GET OFF MY BACK for now. Sheesh, one more week and then I’m done…

In closing, I was just thinking how incredibly lucky I am that I found The Man when I did. Finally after all these years and like Am and I were talking about this morning, all those REALLY bad kissers, I found one that is a great kisser as well as my very best friend, ever. I am sitting here remembering some of the smart ass things he says and my mom will remember the day we went out to eat at the Mexican Restaurant.

*Some Spanish rapper on the overhead*

CrabbyMomma: “Who is THAT rapper?”

The Man: “Dos Pac”

Have a fabulous weekend!