Every once in a while, I'll listen to a song that I've known for a month of Sundays and suddenly I realize what I'm singing and I am completely taken aback at the dirty words that I have just spewed forth. Of course, my first instinct is to call my mom and demand to know what kind of girl she raised because there is no way in hell that I was a part of this! It's definitely her fault. *shifty eyes* But being that I have enough manners to know that calling people at 5am is rude, I refrained this morning...It was a close call though because I hadn't put much thought into this song So, when I got into my truck this morning, the radio comes on like it always does and Collective Soul's December is on. And I'm like, "Oh, I like this song..." So I turn it up. And for the record, I didn't say that out loud...It would be creepy if I was talking to myself like that, although, at nearly 5am, it's possible that I do...Honestly, I could've said it. Who knows? But I digress...Anyway, I crank the song and pull away from my house singing, "Don't scream about don't think aloud turn your head baby now spit me out don't worry about don't speak of doubt turn your head baby now spit me out--" Wait, what did I just sing? I remember one time trying to figure out if the song was about a blow job, but I sort of pushed the thought away and didn't focus on it. But let's be honest for a moment--What the fuck, Collective Soul? For years I've rocked out to this song never really thinking too deeply about it, but clearly something isn't right.
On a side note, today at work I had mentioned that I am going to the Alanis Morissette concert on Thursday night and a few people kind of laughed. Why is that funny? I'm not that old. And Alanis isn't known for "angry lesbian music", which is what my brother calls pretty much any chick or chick band I listen to. Honestly, I'm really hoping she rocks some of her older stuff like You Oughta Know and Ironic. If she does, then I'll die a happy girl. I'm too old to be into these ridiculous people like One Direction or Justin Beiber or Neil Diamond...Oh wait...Maybe not the latter. Anyway, so, yeah...I'm not sure how I feel about this. (For the love of all that is holy! My phone won't stop ringing and beeping with texts! I am trying to write, people!! You should hate me...I'm angry, mean Heather. I'm not everyone's BFF! BAH! Apparently, I am...It's one of my buddies from work venting. She feels that her co-workers in her new department are all a bunch of high schoolers.) Am I the last person on the planet who likes 90s alternative? And is Alanis so out of date that she's laughable? I sure hope not...On the plus side, I didn't mention to these "laughers" that only a few years ago I saw Cyndi Lauper, The B52s, Erasure, and Deborah Harry (Blondie) in concert...I think they really would've laughed then...Or maybe looked at me dumbfounded, not sure what to make of those bands/people. Needless to say, I feel fucking old.
In other news, they posted for another coaching position at my work. This is home-based coaching and I can't quite wrap my mind around working at home. I'm not sure I'm devoted enough to make that work. I desperately want a new job though as I am bored with mine. I decided just a few minutes ago to try to look for other jobs, mostly because I told Phoenix, "I'm just going to apply at Discover card and see what happens!" But they're only hiring for customer service reps and collections. No, thank you! Then I looked into Amazon because they have like 3 locations here...but that was a bust too. I think it's about time to hit up Jobbing.com or something again. There has to be something out there I am capable of doing. Doesn't anyone need a smart ass assistant or something? Fuck...I need something so I can get out of this funk I am in. I feel so fake at work anymore on the phones. Some guy sat with me today and said I was so friendly on the phone that he wanted to kill himself. Bwahahaha! I love that he said that because that's exactly how I feel. He said that I don't sound fake, I sound like I care, but he couldn't handle it...I assume because I talk shit to him all day. He reminds me of my little brother and I can't help it.
I guess that's it. Phoenix is going to be home in a few minutes and honestly, I'm about to chuck my phone. If it goes off one more time, the damn thing is going out the window. When she gets home, it's going to get real loud, real quick. Do you know how loud three kids are? Well, I'd show you, but I can't post videos of the kids on here...lol I have realized though that I'm rubbing off on the kids and maybe not in a good way. I like to mess with Rapunzel because she asks an exorbitant number of questions all the time, so I joke with asking her what she wants and sometimes I say, "Want a knuckle sandwich?" So, now she asks me if I want a knuckle sandwich. And then the other night at dinner, I was asking her sister how she got gum in her hair. Rapunzel jumped in and said, "She wanted to save her gum, so she put it on the side of her bed and forgot about it and then rolled into it and that's how it got stuck in her hair!" I said, "I think you like to tell stories!" She immediately fired back, "I think you like to tell stories." I grinned as I said, "Well, that's true, but I still think you're telling a story." She laughed an evil little laugh back at me as she smiled. Yup, I'm raising minions...
Monday, October 29, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Well I guess this is growing up...
This is going to be a random blog, so hold on because it might be a bumpy ride...But there are a few things I feel like sharing...
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For starters, if you're a dentist, it should be like illegal to be sick. I called in "sick" from work yesterday because Thursday night I woke up at like 10pm (I went to bed at nearly 9pm) feeling like someone was attempting to rip my brain out through my right ear. This isn't really an exaggeration of what my head felt like. I had had a killer headache all day long that wouldn't go away and then I woke up with it hurting like this. After sitting up in bed and gathering my wits, I realized that it was a toothache. I got up, brushed my teeth again, took some ibuprofen, and got back into bed only to realize that none of this helped. I sat up all night with the pain. I dozed off a couple of times for like a second, only to be woken up by the pain. Each time I dozed off, my head would drift to one side or the other, which made it hurt worse, so no sleep for me. I guess that old saying that there is no rest for the wicked is true. lol At 4am when my alarm clock went off, I stumbled downstairs feeling drunk from the lack of sleep and called in. Since I didn't have enough sick time to cover my whole day, I am expecting a write up when I return to work on Monday, but that's neither here nor there. I called my dentist's office at a little after 8 or something to ask about being seen, but he was out sick. Say what!? That's so not cool! In fact, the soonest they can get me in is Thursday the 1st. Son of a bitch! In the meantime, they called in a script for antibiotics (in case it's an infection) and some painkillers (600mg Ibuprofen). So, I ended up with ibuprofen because I asked them not to prescribe Vicodin, as the last time I took it I ended up with hives from my neck to my toes. Though, as I sit here in pain once more, I find myself pondering which is worse-- the pain from the toothache or itching from hives? I still haven't broken down to take one of the Vicodins I still have sitting in my locked medicine box upstairs, but the thought has passed through my head. This is sort of its own form of hell...Horrible pain or itching like a mo-fo...Decisions, decisions...
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In other news, recently, like over the last month or so, I've repeatedly heard from people that they have a hard time picturing me with kids. Of course, they all follow up with, "I'm sure you are fine with them, but..." And then I get to hear about how they just don't picture it. *sigh* I'm not sure I've ever really said that to anyone. I know some people who have kids who I'm not sure are responsible enough to have them...And no, I'm not talking about my mom...JUST KIDDING, MOM! (Shhh, I was totally talking about her!) Anyway, I don't think that people immediately associate me with kids, but kids seem to like me...Mostly because they like to freak me out. I don't deal well with the nastiness that comes with kids like boogers and nasty diapers and burping and drool (Blech!) and slobbery kisses (And I'm not just talking about from Phoenix, but Chuck gives them too!) and all that nonsense that comes with kids. I had once pictured myself growing old alone with a house full of books. Not like hoarder-style, but just like all my spare rooms would be libraries or something. I don't like cats and dogs enough to be that lady, but the book lady, yes. Plus, books smell wonderful and animals do not. But I digress...I had pictured this though because it was easier than putting myself out there to be with anyone. And whereas most people think me to be evil because I'm sarcastic and just so happen to have an evil laugh (A girl cannot help what her laughter sounds like...Bwahahahahaha! *shifty eyes*), I'm not really evil. I do like to help others out, but only to a point because I've realized as I grow older that many people who realize you're helpful will exploit it. Fucking bastards. So, I'm not so sure why people are so surprised that I'm okay with helping take care of other people's kids. I was never cut out to be the mommy-type, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of kids. For clarification, mostly because I know my sister and her way of thinking, I'm not the daddy-type either. I'm just me and once the kids catch on to that, we're fine. I have found common ground with most of the kids we've had in one way or another...For Chuck, we watch videos together on Youtube and read books. (How does he know There's a Wocket in my Pocket is hilarious? He giggles every time we read it!) With Ariel and Rapunzel, they ask me an ungodly amount of questions and I answer them absurdly. And I'm working towards teaching them to like my music rather than Phoenix's music. Bwahahahahaha! *looks around* Where did that evil laughter come from?
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Basically, I may not look or act like a mommy, but I can be a caretaker to these kids. Phoenix is the mommy, which is why the girls always give her hugs and seek her when they're hurt or whatever, but Chuck comes to me and despite my sometimes unlovable attitude, he still gives me kisses and hugs for no apparent reason. Silly kid. *rolls eyes*
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My short hair cut is not something open for discussion. It is not a "K.D. Lang" hair style...Nor is it reminiscent of other people with short hair. It's my hair and I'll wear it this way because I like it. I keep thinking about growing it back out, but it's such a pain in the ass. I'm not sure why I'd give up being able to style my hair in like two minutes to go back to having to blow dry and style my hair. And even if the majority doesn't like what it looks like, I do...And so does Phoenix.
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I am not a soccer mom because Phoenix got a minivan. I may drive it at times, but only because I despise her driving. In fact, I am willing to go so far as to enroll the kids in ballet classes instead of soccer and other sports to avoid the cliche title. Bwahahahaha!!
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At my work, they've put a lot of emphasis on understanding the customer's emotional state when they call in. Since I started working on pretending like I give a flying rat's ass about these strangers, I have found that my talk time has skyrocketed. What the fuck, man? It's like once these people think I care, I am suddenly their new BFF. The other day this lady called in to dispute some charges from a recent trip she was on and she mentioned she had been so sick on the trip. Since she had only gotten back home the day before she called, I asked if she was feeling better. She then went into this long explanation about how she'd had diarrhea and was throwing up on half the trip. *blank stare* I had a new hire sitting with me and she looked as horrified as I felt. At the end of the call, the new hire joked with me that the lady felt very comfortable with me, which was apparent. Yay, my scores on my surveys are going up, but in the meantime, I can't get people off my line and I hear these horrible stories all day long! Sometimes I get funny stories too, but mostly, I get the horrific stories I don't want to hear. From time to time, I am also getting the people who vent to me about how they hate my company. I have actually turned a few of these people around, somehow, and by the end of our conversation they didn't think we were the devil anymore...Poor people. Don't they know that I'm a silver-tongued devil?? I need a new job though where I am not using my cleverness for this purpose, but rather for a more evil purpose--er, um, I mean...Look, a bright shiny object! *runs away laughing evilly*
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I guess that's it. My head is killing me and I cannot keep thinking about all of these things...I find myself lately thinking about so many things that people say about me and then I find myself pondering who I am. I am not going to define myself by other people's standards. I am just Heather. Although, some days, as I scroll through my iTunes, I wonder who the fuck Heather is anymore. I used to fucking hate Coldplay. Why do I have Coldplay on my iTunes? Honestly, I despised that song Clocks and yet there it sits in my playlist. And for some reason, I absolutely love their song Yellow and Viva La Vida. *rolls eyes* I also used to hate Kate Bush. My mom used to listen to Kate Bush all the time when I was a teenager and I wanted to jump out of our speeding car to avoid listening to another one of her songs...And then somewhere along the way, I realized I love her music because her songs tell stories. Don't get me wrong-- Kate Bush is fucking weird with her interpretive dance bullshit, but her music is awesome. In fact, something else I didn't used to do was watch TV and now I'm like, "OMG! I love Doctor Who! And Once Upon a Time!" *shakes head* It's amusing that people are trying to hold me to an image of who they thought I was when I'm clearly not that person anymore...Is this what happens when we grow up? *wanders off to lay on the couch*
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For starters, if you're a dentist, it should be like illegal to be sick. I called in "sick" from work yesterday because Thursday night I woke up at like 10pm (I went to bed at nearly 9pm) feeling like someone was attempting to rip my brain out through my right ear. This isn't really an exaggeration of what my head felt like. I had had a killer headache all day long that wouldn't go away and then I woke up with it hurting like this. After sitting up in bed and gathering my wits, I realized that it was a toothache. I got up, brushed my teeth again, took some ibuprofen, and got back into bed only to realize that none of this helped. I sat up all night with the pain. I dozed off a couple of times for like a second, only to be woken up by the pain. Each time I dozed off, my head would drift to one side or the other, which made it hurt worse, so no sleep for me. I guess that old saying that there is no rest for the wicked is true. lol At 4am when my alarm clock went off, I stumbled downstairs feeling drunk from the lack of sleep and called in. Since I didn't have enough sick time to cover my whole day, I am expecting a write up when I return to work on Monday, but that's neither here nor there. I called my dentist's office at a little after 8 or something to ask about being seen, but he was out sick. Say what!? That's so not cool! In fact, the soonest they can get me in is Thursday the 1st. Son of a bitch! In the meantime, they called in a script for antibiotics (in case it's an infection) and some painkillers (600mg Ibuprofen). So, I ended up with ibuprofen because I asked them not to prescribe Vicodin, as the last time I took it I ended up with hives from my neck to my toes. Though, as I sit here in pain once more, I find myself pondering which is worse-- the pain from the toothache or itching from hives? I still haven't broken down to take one of the Vicodins I still have sitting in my locked medicine box upstairs, but the thought has passed through my head. This is sort of its own form of hell...Horrible pain or itching like a mo-fo...Decisions, decisions...
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In other news, recently, like over the last month or so, I've repeatedly heard from people that they have a hard time picturing me with kids. Of course, they all follow up with, "I'm sure you are fine with them, but..." And then I get to hear about how they just don't picture it. *sigh* I'm not sure I've ever really said that to anyone. I know some people who have kids who I'm not sure are responsible enough to have them...And no, I'm not talking about my mom...JUST KIDDING, MOM! (Shhh, I was totally talking about her!) Anyway, I don't think that people immediately associate me with kids, but kids seem to like me...Mostly because they like to freak me out. I don't deal well with the nastiness that comes with kids like boogers and nasty diapers and burping and drool (Blech!) and slobbery kisses (And I'm not just talking about from Phoenix, but Chuck gives them too!) and all that nonsense that comes with kids. I had once pictured myself growing old alone with a house full of books. Not like hoarder-style, but just like all my spare rooms would be libraries or something. I don't like cats and dogs enough to be that lady, but the book lady, yes. Plus, books smell wonderful and animals do not. But I digress...I had pictured this though because it was easier than putting myself out there to be with anyone. And whereas most people think me to be evil because I'm sarcastic and just so happen to have an evil laugh (A girl cannot help what her laughter sounds like...Bwahahahahaha! *shifty eyes*), I'm not really evil. I do like to help others out, but only to a point because I've realized as I grow older that many people who realize you're helpful will exploit it. Fucking bastards. So, I'm not so sure why people are so surprised that I'm okay with helping take care of other people's kids. I was never cut out to be the mommy-type, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of kids. For clarification, mostly because I know my sister and her way of thinking, I'm not the daddy-type either. I'm just me and once the kids catch on to that, we're fine. I have found common ground with most of the kids we've had in one way or another...For Chuck, we watch videos together on Youtube and read books. (How does he know There's a Wocket in my Pocket is hilarious? He giggles every time we read it!) With Ariel and Rapunzel, they ask me an ungodly amount of questions and I answer them absurdly. And I'm working towards teaching them to like my music rather than Phoenix's music. Bwahahahahaha! *looks around* Where did that evil laughter come from?
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Basically, I may not look or act like a mommy, but I can be a caretaker to these kids. Phoenix is the mommy, which is why the girls always give her hugs and seek her when they're hurt or whatever, but Chuck comes to me and despite my sometimes unlovable attitude, he still gives me kisses and hugs for no apparent reason. Silly kid. *rolls eyes*
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My short hair cut is not something open for discussion. It is not a "K.D. Lang" hair style...Nor is it reminiscent of other people with short hair. It's my hair and I'll wear it this way because I like it. I keep thinking about growing it back out, but it's such a pain in the ass. I'm not sure why I'd give up being able to style my hair in like two minutes to go back to having to blow dry and style my hair. And even if the majority doesn't like what it looks like, I do...And so does Phoenix.
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I am not a soccer mom because Phoenix got a minivan. I may drive it at times, but only because I despise her driving. In fact, I am willing to go so far as to enroll the kids in ballet classes instead of soccer and other sports to avoid the cliche title. Bwahahahaha!!
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At my work, they've put a lot of emphasis on understanding the customer's emotional state when they call in. Since I started working on pretending like I give a flying rat's ass about these strangers, I have found that my talk time has skyrocketed. What the fuck, man? It's like once these people think I care, I am suddenly their new BFF. The other day this lady called in to dispute some charges from a recent trip she was on and she mentioned she had been so sick on the trip. Since she had only gotten back home the day before she called, I asked if she was feeling better. She then went into this long explanation about how she'd had diarrhea and was throwing up on half the trip. *blank stare* I had a new hire sitting with me and she looked as horrified as I felt. At the end of the call, the new hire joked with me that the lady felt very comfortable with me, which was apparent. Yay, my scores on my surveys are going up, but in the meantime, I can't get people off my line and I hear these horrible stories all day long! Sometimes I get funny stories too, but mostly, I get the horrific stories I don't want to hear. From time to time, I am also getting the people who vent to me about how they hate my company. I have actually turned a few of these people around, somehow, and by the end of our conversation they didn't think we were the devil anymore...Poor people. Don't they know that I'm a silver-tongued devil?? I need a new job though where I am not using my cleverness for this purpose, but rather for a more evil purpose--er, um, I mean...Look, a bright shiny object! *runs away laughing evilly*
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I guess that's it. My head is killing me and I cannot keep thinking about all of these things...I find myself lately thinking about so many things that people say about me and then I find myself pondering who I am. I am not going to define myself by other people's standards. I am just Heather. Although, some days, as I scroll through my iTunes, I wonder who the fuck Heather is anymore. I used to fucking hate Coldplay. Why do I have Coldplay on my iTunes? Honestly, I despised that song Clocks and yet there it sits in my playlist. And for some reason, I absolutely love their song Yellow and Viva La Vida. *rolls eyes* I also used to hate Kate Bush. My mom used to listen to Kate Bush all the time when I was a teenager and I wanted to jump out of our speeding car to avoid listening to another one of her songs...And then somewhere along the way, I realized I love her music because her songs tell stories. Don't get me wrong-- Kate Bush is fucking weird with her interpretive dance bullshit, but her music is awesome. In fact, something else I didn't used to do was watch TV and now I'm like, "OMG! I love Doctor Who! And Once Upon a Time!" *shakes head* It's amusing that people are trying to hold me to an image of who they thought I was when I'm clearly not that person anymore...Is this what happens when we grow up? *wanders off to lay on the couch*
Thursday, October 25, 2012
They had it coming...
I've sat here for over an hour and everything I've typed I've erased because I am afraid I'm going to hurt someones feelings...I'll never understand why I even care about hurting people's feelings when they never seem to care about hurting mine, but I do. So, instead of venting, which is what I really need to do, I'm going to tell you a story of something that happened yesterday...
So, I had to go shopping with Phoenix yesterday after work...Well, not really "had to", but I chose to because she was going to Costco and she'd spend all our money if I didn't go to monitor her. Anyway, I got off work and drove the short distance to the store and scored parking like right up front. Usually, I'm stuck parking in Timbuktu, so it was cool. We walked through the store pretty quickly and only ended up with a couple of things we didn't plan on, but still managed to get out for under $100, which is always amazing! As we walked out, we decided to go hit up Walmart next because because I had to buy a black tie and a black hat for my Blues Brother costume I wore to work today (We dressed up today...I don't know why we did it a week in advance, but we did.). She walked out to her van while I went back to my truck. As I walked up, this bitch (Don't judge me! She deserves to be called that!) is pushing her now empty cart over next to my truck door and walking away from it. I was like, "Hey! Hey! NO! What're you doing?" She looked back at me and hurried to her car. She was the passenger in this itty bitty car that I could've flipped on its roof and spun like a top...Seriously. I don't get why people want to drive matchbox cars. Anyway, her window was down and I was like, "Hey, bitch! Thanks! Thanks so much for your fucking cart!" Her cart was blocking my door and since there was a planter in front of my truck, there was no where to move the cart and now I can't get in my truck without moving her cart elsewhere. When she rolled her eyes and called me rude, I lost it. I was like, "Fuck you! Here's your fucking cart back, bitch!" I then proceeded to roll the cart right behind their stupid little car as the driver was putting it in reverse. The driver had to put the car in park and move the cart. Bwahahahahaha! Fucking idiots! I got into my truck and started to back out even as the driver screamed at me calling me a bitch and rude. Dude, really? Her stupid fucking friend blocked my truck, even as I called out. Why in the hell am I the rude one? They had no problem inconveniencing me and yet I'm rude when I put them out. Yeah, that makes no sense. I was pretty immature to stoop to their level, I suppose, but I'm so sick of people being assholes to me. I'm just done with it...They had it coming though. I mean, who blocks someone else's car door, even as they're walking up??? *walks off whistling Cell Block Tango (He had it coming) from Chicago*
So, I had to go shopping with Phoenix yesterday after work...Well, not really "had to", but I chose to because she was going to Costco and she'd spend all our money if I didn't go to monitor her. Anyway, I got off work and drove the short distance to the store and scored parking like right up front. Usually, I'm stuck parking in Timbuktu, so it was cool. We walked through the store pretty quickly and only ended up with a couple of things we didn't plan on, but still managed to get out for under $100, which is always amazing! As we walked out, we decided to go hit up Walmart next because because I had to buy a black tie and a black hat for my Blues Brother costume I wore to work today (We dressed up today...I don't know why we did it a week in advance, but we did.). She walked out to her van while I went back to my truck. As I walked up, this bitch (Don't judge me! She deserves to be called that!) is pushing her now empty cart over next to my truck door and walking away from it. I was like, "Hey! Hey! NO! What're you doing?" She looked back at me and hurried to her car. She was the passenger in this itty bitty car that I could've flipped on its roof and spun like a top...Seriously. I don't get why people want to drive matchbox cars. Anyway, her window was down and I was like, "Hey, bitch! Thanks! Thanks so much for your fucking cart!" Her cart was blocking my door and since there was a planter in front of my truck, there was no where to move the cart and now I can't get in my truck without moving her cart elsewhere. When she rolled her eyes and called me rude, I lost it. I was like, "Fuck you! Here's your fucking cart back, bitch!" I then proceeded to roll the cart right behind their stupid little car as the driver was putting it in reverse. The driver had to put the car in park and move the cart. Bwahahahahaha! Fucking idiots! I got into my truck and started to back out even as the driver screamed at me calling me a bitch and rude. Dude, really? Her stupid fucking friend blocked my truck, even as I called out. Why in the hell am I the rude one? They had no problem inconveniencing me and yet I'm rude when I put them out. Yeah, that makes no sense. I was pretty immature to stoop to their level, I suppose, but I'm so sick of people being assholes to me. I'm just done with it...They had it coming though. I mean, who blocks someone else's car door, even as they're walking up??? *walks off whistling Cell Block Tango (He had it coming) from Chicago*
Monday, October 1, 2012
"She called me the 'e' word!" *face palm*
I really don't know how I get suckered into these conversations with the kids, but it happens daily...And sometimes more than once a day!
Just before I made dinner tonight, I was sitting here at my computer, not writing because Chuck needed his daily dose of Youtube.com. We watched Mahna Mahna, The Duck Song, Coin-Operated Boy, Green Day, and Blink 182. *grins* Silly Phoenix thinks he likes her music, but I'm teaching him. I knew I had gotten through to him a couple of weeks ago when I caught him rocking out to The Beatles! *cheers* Who doesn't love Come Together? Anyway, I digress...So, Chuck and I were sitting here rocking out to mostly my music and only a few of his songs. (I'm sorry...I love the Duck Song, man!) As we sat here, I heard Ariel and Rapunzel arguing in the next room. I asked what was going on and the following conversation occurred...
Rapunzel- "Ariel is being mean!" *pouty face*
Me- "What's she doing?"
Rapunzel- "Being mean..." *looks back at her sister who was probably making faces or threatening her or something because she scooted closer to where I was sitting.*
Me- "How?"
Rapunzel- "She said she was going to tell Phoenix on me." *she looked back at her sister again and I wouldn't be surprised if she stuck her tongue out at her*
Me- "For what?"
Rapunzel- *says nothing and looks away from me*
Me-- After calling them both into my reading room, "What are you going to tell on her for?"
Rapunzel and Ariel- *shrugs*
Me- "So, you were going to tell Phoenix absolutely nothing?"
Ariel- *looks at Rapunzel and then back at me*
Rapunzel- *hides behind column by front door*
Me- "Dude, you guys talk all the time and now you're quiet? C'mon, you can't tell on your sister and say nothing! What were you going to say?"
Ariel- "She called me the 'e' word on Saturday."
Me- "You waited two days to tell on your sister for saying--Wait a second! The 'e' word???"
Ariel- *vehemently nodding*
Rapunzel- *looking everywhere but at me*
Me- "What's the 'e' word? Did you sister call you an elephant?"
Ariel- After being asked at least 10 times, "She called me an idiot."
Me- *holding back laughter* "Idiot starts with an I, not an E."
Ariel- "Well, she called me the 'i' word then."
Me- *still holding back laughter* "Okay, let's get this straight. Seriously, idiot starts with an 'i' and you cannot wait two days to tell on someone. You don't get to hold it like that. Either you tell or you don't. Now go play."
Ariel walks off pouting.
Rapunzel- *smiling at me*
Me- "It's not nice to call your sister an idiot...Or anyone for that matter. Stop calling people names."
Rapunzel- *less of a smile* "Okay."
Me- "Go play." Once she was gone, I started laughing...
When I told Phoenix she said exactly what I was thinking, "Stimpy, you EEEEEEEEEdiot!" ROFLMAO!! The E word! HA!
At dinner, we were sitting there eating biscuits and gravy (Or if you're Phoenix's nasty phone and you try to use text to talk, it'll type in "Lick it and gravy," which is ALWAYS my favorite dinner. BWahahahaha!), when suddenly the following conversation happened...
Ariel- "Do you know Mary Johnson?"
Rapunzel- "No, do you know Mary Johnson?"
Phoenix- After glancing at me with a confused look on her face, "No. Who is Mary Johnson?"
Ariel- "I don't know."
Rapunzel- "I don't know either."
Phoenix- "Where did you hear that name?"
Ariel- "I don't know!" *shrugs*
Phoenix- "Do you know anyone named Mary?"
Ariel and Rapunzel- "No."
Phoenix- "Is Mary a girl's name or a boy's name?"
Rapunzel- "A girl? No, a boy? I don't know"
Ariel- *more or less at the same time as her sister* "A boy...No, Larry! That's a boy!"
Phoenix- *laughing* "Larry?"
Ariel- "Mary is like if you marry someone. Like a boy and girl."
Phoenix- "Did someone marry Johnson?"
Me- *face palm*
Ariel- *giggling* "Noooooooo!"
Rapunzel- *laughing wildly* "Noooooo! You did!"
Phoenix- "I didn't marry Johnson. Maybe Heather did."
Me- "I really didn't get married."
*everyone laughing*
I sort of zoned out for a moment as drool came out the side of my mouth because the conversation just kept going and going and I don't even know what was going on...I was so lost in it...Then I heard the following:
Rapunzel- "When I get bigger, I could marry Chuck."
Phoenix- "You're going to marry Chuck?"
Rapunzel- *grins* "Yes!"
Phoenix- "Are you a cougar?"
Me- *laughs wildly and can't stop laughing* "A cougar!?"
Rapunzel- *giggling* "No!"
Me- "She's three years older than he is! A cougar is like a 50 year old lady dating an 18 year old guy!" *still laughing*
I'm not even sure what else they discussed. I couldn't stop laughing...A cougar! ha! Who knew a four year old could be a cougar!?
Well, that's about all the silliness I can have for one day...I did need a good laugh though. I had one earlier today, but it was a rough day. I laughed pretty hard when I got a rejection letter from the University of Phoenix. I guess they didn't like that I put that I didn't want to do sales while on the phone at a desk all day. Fuck that! I already have that job and I like my co-workers. Haha! Idiots. I don't know why they lie about what the job is anyway...But yeah, work sucked. One of the people who got the job just walks around flaunting it and well, the following ecard shows how I feel...
Yup, that pretty much sums it up...Oh well...I'm off to go wreak havoc on Facebook or maybe write for a while...We shall see. Peace out!
Just before I made dinner tonight, I was sitting here at my computer, not writing because Chuck needed his daily dose of Youtube.com. We watched Mahna Mahna, The Duck Song, Coin-Operated Boy, Green Day, and Blink 182. *grins* Silly Phoenix thinks he likes her music, but I'm teaching him. I knew I had gotten through to him a couple of weeks ago when I caught him rocking out to The Beatles! *cheers* Who doesn't love Come Together? Anyway, I digress...So, Chuck and I were sitting here rocking out to mostly my music and only a few of his songs. (I'm sorry...I love the Duck Song, man!) As we sat here, I heard Ariel and Rapunzel arguing in the next room. I asked what was going on and the following conversation occurred...
Rapunzel- "Ariel is being mean!" *pouty face*
Me- "What's she doing?"
Rapunzel- "Being mean..." *looks back at her sister who was probably making faces or threatening her or something because she scooted closer to where I was sitting.*
Me- "How?"
Rapunzel- "She said she was going to tell Phoenix on me." *she looked back at her sister again and I wouldn't be surprised if she stuck her tongue out at her*
Me- "For what?"
Rapunzel- *says nothing and looks away from me*
Me-- After calling them both into my reading room, "What are you going to tell on her for?"
Rapunzel and Ariel- *shrugs*
Me- "So, you were going to tell Phoenix absolutely nothing?"
Ariel- *looks at Rapunzel and then back at me*
Rapunzel- *hides behind column by front door*
Me- "Dude, you guys talk all the time and now you're quiet? C'mon, you can't tell on your sister and say nothing! What were you going to say?"
Ariel- "She called me the 'e' word on Saturday."
Me- "You waited two days to tell on your sister for saying--Wait a second! The 'e' word???"
Ariel- *vehemently nodding*
Rapunzel- *looking everywhere but at me*
Me- "What's the 'e' word? Did you sister call you an elephant?"
Ariel- After being asked at least 10 times, "She called me an idiot."
Me- *holding back laughter* "Idiot starts with an I, not an E."
Ariel- "Well, she called me the 'i' word then."
Me- *still holding back laughter* "Okay, let's get this straight. Seriously, idiot starts with an 'i' and you cannot wait two days to tell on someone. You don't get to hold it like that. Either you tell or you don't. Now go play."
Ariel walks off pouting.
Rapunzel- *smiling at me*
Me- "It's not nice to call your sister an idiot...Or anyone for that matter. Stop calling people names."
Rapunzel- *less of a smile* "Okay."
Me- "Go play." Once she was gone, I started laughing...
When I told Phoenix she said exactly what I was thinking, "Stimpy, you EEEEEEEEEdiot!" ROFLMAO!! The E word! HA!
At dinner, we were sitting there eating biscuits and gravy (Or if you're Phoenix's nasty phone and you try to use text to talk, it'll type in "Lick it and gravy," which is ALWAYS my favorite dinner. BWahahahaha!), when suddenly the following conversation happened...
Ariel- "Do you know Mary Johnson?"
Rapunzel- "No, do you know Mary Johnson?"
Phoenix- After glancing at me with a confused look on her face, "No. Who is Mary Johnson?"
Ariel- "I don't know."
Rapunzel- "I don't know either."
Phoenix- "Where did you hear that name?"
Ariel- "I don't know!" *shrugs*
Phoenix- "Do you know anyone named Mary?"
Ariel and Rapunzel- "No."
Phoenix- "Is Mary a girl's name or a boy's name?"
Rapunzel- "A girl? No, a boy? I don't know"
Ariel- *more or less at the same time as her sister* "A boy...No, Larry! That's a boy!"
Phoenix- *laughing* "Larry?"
Ariel- "Mary is like if you marry someone. Like a boy and girl."
Phoenix- "Did someone marry Johnson?"
Me- *face palm*
Ariel- *giggling* "Noooooooo!"
Rapunzel- *laughing wildly* "Noooooo! You did!"
Phoenix- "I didn't marry Johnson. Maybe Heather did."
Me- "I really didn't get married."
*everyone laughing*
I sort of zoned out for a moment as drool came out the side of my mouth because the conversation just kept going and going and I don't even know what was going on...I was so lost in it...Then I heard the following:
Rapunzel- "When I get bigger, I could marry Chuck."
Phoenix- "You're going to marry Chuck?"
Rapunzel- *grins* "Yes!"
Phoenix- "Are you a cougar?"
Me- *laughs wildly and can't stop laughing* "A cougar!?"
Rapunzel- *giggling* "No!"
Me- "She's three years older than he is! A cougar is like a 50 year old lady dating an 18 year old guy!" *still laughing*
I'm not even sure what else they discussed. I couldn't stop laughing...A cougar! ha! Who knew a four year old could be a cougar!?
Well, that's about all the silliness I can have for one day...I did need a good laugh though. I had one earlier today, but it was a rough day. I laughed pretty hard when I got a rejection letter from the University of Phoenix. I guess they didn't like that I put that I didn't want to do sales while on the phone at a desk all day. Fuck that! I already have that job and I like my co-workers. Haha! Idiots. I don't know why they lie about what the job is anyway...But yeah, work sucked. One of the people who got the job just walks around flaunting it and well, the following ecard shows how I feel...
Yup, that pretty much sums it up...Oh well...I'm off to go wreak havoc on Facebook or maybe write for a while...We shall see. Peace out!
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