Dear Amy

The past few days have been pretty shittastic. First I get a bomb dropped on me Friday and the next day get taken down hard by strep. That fucking strep loves me. I hardly ever get sick, but when I do it's strep. (Did you just picture Richard Branson holding a Dos Equis?) 

Let's start with Friday's bomb shall we? Scene: A roomful of non-suspecting employees that think they are going to have an innocent little team meeting. Ha. Dummies. Enter the Boss, The Big Boss and the HR lady. Um.......WTF?!?!?! Now in all seriousness people my heart dropped to my stomach at this very moment. I knew this was not gonna be good news. And it wasn't. You know that new job that I JUST FUCKING STARTED 7 MONTHS AGO? Well.......it is going to be ending at the end of this year. Now I knew that my time with this company was likely temporary as my employment was a result of a 5 year contract to provide services for a "client". But I thought I had at least 5 years. We did get the  "It is not a reflection of your abilities or performance" speech. Damn right. I worked in the department for 4 years (3 of them with the previous operating company) and I have NEVER saw the place operating with such efficiency. It is amazing how well things can be done when D-R-A-M-A isn't running shit. 

So yep, that happened. I am back again on the hunt for new employment. I was looking through a listing of my old posts before starting to write this one and ran across one I never posted titled "Job Hunting Blows". This was my opening paragraph:

"Do you know what is really soul crushing? Submitting your resume to a million places for jobs you know you are qualified to do and not getting even a bite or a nibble on any of them!! Now I will be the first to admit that my job experience is all over the place. I have been a waitress, bartender, office manager in a dental office, and worked with union retirement benefits. Not necessary a clear path to a career in anything. Now I know for certain that I can do just about any job set before me that has even the tiniest bit of training. Too bad these resume screeners do not know that. I keep saying that if I could just get a damn interview that I would be so hired. Have you met me? I have a brilliant personality! :)"

So I get to venture back out into the land of the soul crushed. And I am so damned pissed off about it. And a lot sad. I work with a bunch of really great people and we really all do make a great team. And I like my job.....so much. I am really just pissed and sad for all of us. But it's business right? 

So Friday after work a couple of us went to drown our sorrows together. But you know what happened? We had fun instead. I have never been one to dwell on my problems because well, dwelling doesn't do anything but cause you more heartache. And dwell we did not. We drank, we laughed, we danced, we just had a good time with each other. We closed the mother down. 

At 6:45 Saturday morning I was very rudely awoken by my alarm clock. W.T.H. Oh shit. I have to pick up the kids at grandmas and have Kaleb to his Saturday morning bowling league by 7:30. Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!! Why did I stay out so late? Why did I drink so much? Why does my head feel like it is stuck inside of a gonging bell? OMG. I have to do this. I can't put this off on the grandparents. These are my kids. Let me just say that the bowling alley is on the list of the top worst places to be with a raging hangover. For shizzle. 

Bowling is over pretty early (apparently I am an overachiever since half the other kids didn't show up for the early ass start time). I go home, eat something and snuggle up with my baby girl for what I want to be the rest of the day. But nope. Lilah has a birthday party invite for 2:00. This is her first "kid party" and she is looking so forward to it. And I happen to know that Princess Ariel is making an appearance at the party and how much that she is going to love it. So I muster up the energy to get us ready to go and we go. She had so much fun. The party was really awesome and I really enjoyed watching her play with the other kids and participate in all of the party fun. Pretty early into the start of the party I start to feel really crappy. I chalk it up to hangover hell and just get through it. The party is over and we are driving home. I start to feel worse. Like horrible, not normal hangover shit. I get home and I go down. I have body aches and chills so bad I can't stop shaking. My throat is on fire and my head is pounding. What.the.hell. I am sick. Like sick sick. I was so miserable all night. I woke up Sunday and was worse. Josh and the kids took me to Urgent Care. It was so crowded in the waiting room. I told them to go home and I would call when I was done. Instead they went to McDonalds. Poor Josh. Had he known I was going to be there for 2 hours he might have just went home. He was unsuspecting of the misery that is the McDonalds PlayPlace for parents. You see, he has NEVER been there before. I guess this was his payback for all the times I went there alone. :)

Urgent Care is full of all kinds of people. None of which were as sick as I was. At least that is what I am thinking as I lay there dying while these seemingly healthy people are all getting called before me. So what if you were here first. I AM FUCKING DYING!!!!! When I finally get called I get my 2 minutes with the Dr. and sure as shit I have strep. I have had the shit enough times I already knew that though. Just gimme the damn prescription so I can go home. I get some Penicillin. He tells me I can go back to work in 24 hours. So Monday's out. Shucks. I was so wanting to get right back to that place I know I will only be working at for a few more short months. Maybe having strep isn't so bad. 

But now it is Monday. I didn't go to work. I was feeling better. No body aches, no headaches. But my throat still hurts like a bitch and there is some serious puss oozing out of my tonsils. Kaleb has been complaining of a sore throat and headache since last night. Take him to the Dr. today and sure as shit he has strep. We must have caught it early because you can't tell by looking at him that he is sick at all. Well at least we got him some meds too and he can go back to school on Weds. Josh is on vacation starting tomorrow so I don't have a good reason to stay home from work again. Damn it. 

Queen Pin

Yesterday a grown woman, a mother, was smack talking my Lilah. She is the mother of another little girl that bowls in the same league as Lilah. This is a bumper league that consists of 3-5 year old children. They bowl one game and it is not at all competitive. I look it at as a fun way for her to participate in a little group activity with other kids her age, learn something and gain some confidence.

I take the run and drop the ball approach since she is not strong enough to throw the ball on her own. 80% of the kids in the league do it this way. The parents cheer and the kids get excited if they knock down some pins. It's a good time. 

Yesterday we were having a problem getting the ball down the lane. We were on about the 4th time of them having to go retrieve the ball for us so she could try again and were only on the 4th or 5th frame. This is a common occurrence with kids this age.  I was getting frustrated and feeling bad that we were taking so long. I turned around to give out a 'sorry you guys' look to all of the other parents when I see this bitch running her mouth and glaring us down. Um....what?!?!? I can't hear what she is saying but I know she is saying it about us. We finally get the frame finished and my friend Sandy whose son bowls on the same team as Lilah comes up to me and tells me that she was saying very loudly that kids who are not ready to bowl shouldn't be bowling and talking about how late it was getting and that she had shit to do. WTF. I am seriously ready to slap this bitch. Since we had taken so long it was Lilah's turn again on the other lane. Damn it. I didn't want to have a repeat of the last frame so I gave the ball a little push to make sure it made it to the pins. While we were finishing the frame my blood was boiling. I was trying to decide what to say to this woman as to not cause a scene with all of these kids around. I pretty much decided, f it. Not gonna say anything. She is just a white trash bitch. However....when I turn around Sandy was having a bit of a confrontation with her. So I went over. She was in full denial...."I didn't say anything. All I said was that is was noon already". Lying skank. Sandy told her that she was talking about a 3 year old child loudly and that if she could hear it so could the other kids and that she was setting a shitty example. I put my 2 cents in and said something like "Sorry my kid isn't a bowling genius like yours" or something stupid like that. Why do I always come up with the awesome comebacks when it is too late? Long story short, she shut up. She had been called out for her bad behavior and hopefully she was feeling like a total asshole. Who does that? A 3 year old. A freaking 3 year old. Her daughter on the league is also 3 by the way. I wonder what she would have done if someone did the same to her daughter?

Later when I thanked Sandy for standing up for Lilah she said something that I loved. She teaches her kids that we should not tolerate mean people and that standing up for others is just as important as standing up for ourselves. This is a great lesson for our children and it is too bad that all parents don't practice this teaching. This lady was teaching her kids the exact opposite. 

And how on earth could you be mad at this face?????

And by the way....later in the game her daughter threw her ball and got it stuck between the bumper and the gutter. I couldn't help but smirk. :) 

Tomorrow?

I just spent 20 minutes on two really boring paragraphs. Then I spent 10 seconds deleting them. It has been 2 1/2 months since I wrote. You would think I would have something interesting to say. All day long I think of things I want to write about, things that I think are entertaining or funny. But right now I ain't got shit. I think my brain is tired. I know the rest of me is. Maybe tomorrow.

I took this picture tonight. Lilah and I had been playing in her room when Bubba decided to join in. They are so crazy. I love them more than words. And yes...that is a Christmas tree...on January 24th. I know.