My so-called "Friends."

So, this girl (we will call her C) has friended/unfriended me so many times in the past seven years, I honestly lost count. She has stopped talking to me and unfriended me from FB at least five times in the past three years. She actually was supposed to be in my bridal party for our wedding in 2008 and she decided to just stop talking to me for no reason. Hell, if you wanted to not be in the wedding being you are all "anti-marriage" and shit, then why not just tell me? Talk about hurtful and unnecessary.

Me, being the ultra-forgiving person I am (not patting my back here), gave her another shot after a, what seemed like, sincere apology.

Several insults later, she starts saying how busy she is all the time, all the while also telling me she is going to breakfast or shopping with her work-friends; these people whom she has constantly talked about behind their backs through-out the years. She also made time for particular people whom are VERY unhealthy for her.

Fast forward to the past few days. I was deleted from FB by her after asking her why she posted she only has "One TRUE friend."

I get a VM from her last night stating: " We have nothing in common; our friendship has been hanging on by a thread; and I go out all the time with other people and she sees that on my FB."

Hallucination, anyone? I never go out with anyone, no exaggeration. I NEVER post on FB what I am doing, unlike 78% of the FB populous.

So, I just think some kind of envy (maybe?) has played a factor. I don't know what else to say. I am done with her hurting me and that's it.

Craziness!

So the past six weeks have been a mess. Paisley was sick for six out of the eight weeks. And the whole house caught the stomach flu, to boot.

We had to go in for shots on Tuesday for Paisley. The Dr. usually only gives her two at a time, but gave her three this time. Wouldn't you know it, she had a fricken' allergic reaction to it. There were red blotches/spots all over the front and back of her legs. More was creeping up her arms, too. The doctor came out to see her (we were on our way out) and was like, "I don't see a rash."  I am sitting there thinking, "Seriously?"  Anyway, she finally saw it and ordered the M.A. to administer one teaspoon of Benadryl. Boy, was a scared. I thought she was going to have respiratory issues at the rate it was spreading.

Then, that same day, my poor husband got the stomach flu at work and was dizzy, so I had to go pick him up from work. I did not mind, but it was just a crazy effen day.

Anyway, that's the latest and greatest. Although, our garage door broke this morning and that sucked. So glad this P.O.S. house is just a rental. Still having a hard time finding a house....

Skeleton Bitch From my Past.

So, I had the joy of finding an old bully via Facebook a few days ago. Against my better judgement, I decided to email her and let her know that what she did was just wrong.

Now, I am sure you are sitting there scratching your head thinking, "Why would she do that?"  Hell, I even questioned myself.

This girl seriously mentally tormented me. She used to prank call my house so much that the police actually had to tap our phone line and we went to court over it. She was so mean to me.... I seriously cannot even begin to scratch the surface of how badly she hurt me.

I realize I am a grown up and all now, but I honestly thought, "Maybe if I let her know how it affected me, she might actually realize what she did."

Wrong answer. The bitch, Susan Ogren, wrote me a very nasty email. She also said she would "pray for me" and that she hasn't thought about any of the nasty shit she has done to me, ever. Period. She went on to say that I should seek counseling and that I have a problem letting go of the past. Ummm.... so not true. And, so advice-I-am-not-going-to-take from a highschool drop-out who got knocked up when she was fifteen.

I just needed to vent. I hope this bitch got everything she *deserved* throughout her life. And, yes, I blocked her.

Holidays (more like HOLLER-DAZE)

Well, yesterday was a crazy day (Friday, December 17th 2010). I feel like Doogie Howser at the moment, writing at the end of an episode... writing about all of my thoughts for the day and what "valuable" lesson I may or may not have learned.

Yesterday, I went to meet my fellow mommy friend and her daughter at Coffee Bean. I think Sophie is going to be Paisley's forever BFF. I just get such a nice feeling about it. Paisley was trying to hold hands with her. It was so cute! Paisley doesn't just hold hands with anyone. You know if there's hand holding going on, Paisley is infatuated.

We had a lovely time. An elderly woman named Joyce even came up to us and asked if she could "hold one of the babies." She explained that she was a nanny to twins that had moved away and she missed holding babies. She proceeded to give my friend and I her phone number and we said good-bye.

So, after our lovely coffee date; I proceed to Best Buy and BOrders to try and attempt the completion of a few gifts. My nephew's birthday is the day after Christmas, so I also have to go irthday shopping.

I end up at Smiths, after heading to my attorney's office. Well, my busy free-flowing day came to a halt by some old people. I am talking, I got stopped every twenty feet with some sort of a lecture about how I "shouldn't have that baby out in this weather!" And, " why would you bring your poor little angel out in this? She is not a doll, you know." Excuse me but, WTF?

Also, I got rammed! RAMMED! This is the umteenth time that has happened. And, it is always, ALWAYS by an elderly person. There was a back-up of sorts infront of the egg cooler. I was grid-locked. I had two people with two carts infront of me. I was pushing Paisley's stroller and then pulling a shopping cart. So, obviously, I had a lot to handle. Well, little-miss-impatience-granny decided to ram me with her shopping cart. The base of it smacked me in both of my ankles. OWWW! I felt like screaming, "BITCH!!"

Instead, I turned around and said, "I love it when old people ram me, while gridlocked and with a baby. Thank you, you old assholes!" Of course, many-an-eyebrow raised after that comment.

I finally got home at four. I am so thankful that I actually got my grocery shopping done and don't have to think about it this weekend! YAY!

No, Thank you.

What is the deal with this? Why do people feel comfortable making uncomfortable suggestions to others? I am not understanding the point of it, at all. I have had way too many "friendly" suggestions thrown my way in the past three weeks.

I get emails from people about something they want me to do. Something they know I am not interested in. Then, I get a suggestion about something else from someone. They also know I am not interested in it, but keep pushing things. It is getting to the point of being obnoxious and I am really wondering how I should handle this with out completely offending the said persons. At the same time, should I really be concerned about what they are feeling when they obviously have no concern for my own feelings?

What would you do in a situation where some one keeps pushing something on you that they know you are not interested in? Do you tell them "No, thank you" a million times because the first 999,999 times you told them "No" didn't work? Or, do you be blunt and tell them to shut the hell up? I am not sure how to go about this. But, the next time this particular suggestion graces my ears, I think I may just lose it on the person who does it. I sincerely hope this does not happen. Yet, considering the amount of times I have heard this in the past few weeks, I suspect it won't be long before I go off.

Mentally Rambling

So, I keep a running list of oddball questions/thoughts/feelings in my mind. One problem, though. I always foget to write them down. I will think to myself, "I really need to blog about this." Then, when I am finally able to get on the computer for more than five minutes sans Paisley, I draw complete blanks like I am right now.

Anyway, most people will "self-talk" at some point in their day. Me, on the other hand, I am doing it all the time. No, it's not me talking to myself out loud, it's talking to myself inside my head. Things like, "What should I make for lunch today," "Why is Paisley fussing for no reason again," " I wonder what other people are up to today." Those kind of thoughts.

It can get to be really annoying at times, especially when I am bored. That is when the real doozies come! Weird inventions or things like that. It's as if my mind just wanders....

But! Here is something that has been on my mind for at least six months:

I have this lovely neighbor we will call: "T." Oh, what a treat she is. The problem being, we had the most wonderful neighbors ever before these people showed up! Our ex-neighbors decided to move out of this God-forsaken neighborhood about a year ago to The Vistas in Summerlin (which is where we would love to move back to some day!), so they have these lovely renters in there now. Notice the sarcasm?

Anyway, they have two dogs that bark 24-7. Mind you, we have two dogs as well, but we don't allow them to bark for ridiculous lengths of time. As a matter of fact, I may just let them bark their little heads off one day... why not? The four neighbors around me don't seem to mind allowing the same for their pooches!

T loves to start her truck in the morning and let it idle. This thing is not a diesel, it just has a loud-ass muffler on it. It is such a pleasing sound, especially when it wakes up my five-month old. Lovely. Then, she proceeds to rev her engine up while she is in her driveway. What purpose this serves in 110-degree heat is beyond me.

We live on the corner house (go us!). So, every time she drives away, she manages to burn-out around the corner (she doesn't burn out around the following one though...hmmm). It is SO LOUD I cannot stand it anymore! The sound actually registers on Paisley's baby monitor. Thank you, T, for waking up my child, again! We love you! NOT.

So, we get to continue to deal with this until we move out of here. The positive side is that this is a rental. And, thank goodness because I really don't know why anyone would actually want to own this house. It's not that bad, but let me tell you about this house on another post. It has been a real gem since the day we moved in here over three years ago.... what was supposed to be a year-long stay turned into forever. Enough on that for now.

Got to run and eat my lovely Healthy Choice. Yum. Gotta love microwaveable food in tough financial times. Ahh... peanut butter and jelly was getting pretty old. Especially after months of eating it. I never want to taste jelly on bread again. Well, at least until I run out of my Healthy Choices... and that will be very, very soon.

Amazed by some parents!

We went to the Red Rock Casino tonight for their Saturday night drawing. No, we did not win. Darnet! But, we did seem to stumble upon some seriously interesting people! I also managed to win $45.00 from my $2.00 investment into "China Treasures" penny slot! Yes! I never win, but then again I never play!

Anyway, on to the story. So, my husband Chris and I were sitting in the food court with Paisley. This lady sits down with her two children, one boy, one girl. After scolding the little girl for touching her brother's pizza, she decided to leave them at the table all alone. Mind you, these children were about five (boy) and eight (girl). Mom runs over to a machine and puts her money in there. No, she wasn't just sitting there to smoke a ciggie either, she was full on gambling.

The kids continue to argue and poke at eachother. When the girl has had enough, she ran to mommy at the machine and ratted on her brother. Mommy comes back to discipline them; not once, but twice, while leaving her Coach bag sitting on the chair at the machine she is playing (a wee bit dangerous for the purse, no?). I am seriously wondering what is wrong with this woman at this point in time.

Part of me wanted to go tell security about this woman, but the other part was like, "Maybe she has had enough for the night and just needs a twenty minute gambling break." Either way, I didn't have to do a thing because security was all over that. It took them a lot longer than I thought it would, but they showed up.

From what my husband told me ( I was away at the moment playing my penny slot), the security guy tapped on the little girl's shoulder several times and was asking her "where her mommy was". She continued to ignore him. He eventually found her mommy and mom also ignored the officer. Eventually, they all left. And I do not believe by choice.

So, if you ever are questioning whether or not you are a good parent, think of this story and know that you are doing a great job!