Birthday Blues
What can I say?
I'm now in my "mid-twenties." Things didn't pan out quite as I expected for my big 25. I thought I'd take the time to write everything down just for shits and giggles.
Sunday evening(my last day being 24), I went to mass as usual with my mother and she decided she wanted to hit the mall with her scooter. Here I am, dressed fairly nice with nice 4 inch heels walking around the mall. My only down fall was choosing to wear heels. But as many of you know, I only own about 2, maybe 3 pairs of flat shoes. The rest of them, (don't ask how many) are high heels. So I'm following my mother around from store to store. My feet felt like they were going to fall off. So I decided to sit down with rest of the men in the lounge area of the mall. Then we meet my brother and my nephew at this pizza place. This place was like Vegas for kids! It was great, had my feet not been killing me, I probably would have had a fantastic time. Then I drove back with my brother to get his old car which he was giving to me. After that who fiasco, I ended up getting home around 11:30pm completely exausted.
Then yesterday rolled around. I woke up early to go to work, got the kiddo ready and managed to get into a fight with my mother before I left the house. This woman is ridiculous!!! She asks me for a diet coke (7:30am), a glass of juice and some breakfast. She manages to spill her glass of apple juice because she fell asleep with it in her hand and as I'm almost ready to walk out of the door asks me for a water bottle. Ok, I took the last water bottle so I put new ones in. Mind you, they are NOT cold. This is common sense right? She sees me with the water bottle, throws a fit telling me I should have put more in (which I just did) and keeps it up. So, I asked her if she wanted mine after I drank out of it. She took it, no problem.
Now I'm all pissed off on my way to work. This might not sound like much to anyone else, but this kind of shit happens everyday, maybe 10-15 times a day. See, now I'm getting side tracked. Ok... I'm driving to work. I get there ( dressed f airly nice because it was my birthday) and I'm let into the office and there is NOTHING there! I just stood there with this blank stare. Um, What happened? The security guy then informs me that my ex-stepmother is no longer doing business with these companies. I wasted my time, energy and gas to get there on time to find out that what is suppose to be my own family, fucked me over yet again. I was SOOOOOOOOOOO pissed. How could she not call me? I mean seriously!!!! I suspect it must have been a pride issue. That account was her big account. Making a six digit figure from them, I'm sure it was difficult to tell me that she didn't really need me anymore. But to leave me hanging? On my fucking birthday?
I'm not even done yet...
I decide to call her. She explains and apologizes. Then she tells me she has to call me back. She calls me back and I decided not to answer right away because I was still a little pissed. She calls three times. I answer. She is in hysterics, crying and telling me she hit a man. Needless to say, she got into an accident on the freeway, hit an old man who cut in front of her and sent him off the imbankment. The fire truck came, highway patrol, ambulance. She was untouched. I pick her up, the front of her truck is smashed in and it is pouring rain. I ended up taking her home because my sister (who was also called and showed up at the site) was in hysterics also. I had a talk with them all at the house and had to head back home.
I arrived home only to jump right back in the car to take my mother to a doctors appointment. I'm so tired by this time that all I want to do is go to bed. I hadn't slept much the night before either. The woman then decides she wants me to take her to a craft store. I go in, buy her the goods, and take her home. Then I pick up the kid and we decided to go to dinner.
I'm starved at this point. Dinner was fantastic. I had a spicy shrimp pasta and a big piece of chocolate cake. After dinner, my mother decides she wants to go to a few stores. We go to Homegoods... a new store. Then Shoe Pavilion in which Bradford picked out the highest, pointiest heels for me. At this point, I just want to go home, put them ALL to bed and have some me time.
Way too much craziness for one day! Although, I must say, I have never been on the side of the freeway before.
I'm now in my "mid-twenties." Things didn't pan out quite as I expected for my big 25. I thought I'd take the time to write everything down just for shits and giggles.
Sunday evening(my last day being 24), I went to mass as usual with my mother and she decided she wanted to hit the mall with her scooter. Here I am, dressed fairly nice with nice 4 inch heels walking around the mall. My only down fall was choosing to wear heels. But as many of you know, I only own about 2, maybe 3 pairs of flat shoes. The rest of them, (don't ask how many) are high heels. So I'm following my mother around from store to store. My feet felt like they were going to fall off. So I decided to sit down with rest of the men in the lounge area of the mall. Then we meet my brother and my nephew at this pizza place. This place was like Vegas for kids! It was great, had my feet not been killing me, I probably would have had a fantastic time. Then I drove back with my brother to get his old car which he was giving to me. After that who fiasco, I ended up getting home around 11:30pm completely exausted.
Then yesterday rolled around. I woke up early to go to work, got the kiddo ready and managed to get into a fight with my mother before I left the house. This woman is ridiculous!!! She asks me for a diet coke (7:30am), a glass of juice and some breakfast. She manages to spill her glass of apple juice because she fell asleep with it in her hand and as I'm almost ready to walk out of the door asks me for a water bottle. Ok, I took the last water bottle so I put new ones in. Mind you, they are NOT cold. This is common sense right? She sees me with the water bottle, throws a fit telling me I should have put more in (which I just did) and keeps it up. So, I asked her if she wanted mine after I drank out of it. She took it, no problem.
Now I'm all pissed off on my way to work. This might not sound like much to anyone else, but this kind of shit happens everyday, maybe 10-15 times a day. See, now I'm getting side tracked. Ok... I'm driving to work. I get there ( dressed f airly nice because it was my birthday) and I'm let into the office and there is NOTHING there! I just stood there with this blank stare. Um, What happened? The security guy then informs me that my ex-stepmother is no longer doing business with these companies. I wasted my time, energy and gas to get there on time to find out that what is suppose to be my own family, fucked me over yet again. I was SOOOOOOOOOOO pissed. How could she not call me? I mean seriously!!!! I suspect it must have been a pride issue. That account was her big account. Making a six digit figure from them, I'm sure it was difficult to tell me that she didn't really need me anymore. But to leave me hanging? On my fucking birthday?
I'm not even done yet...
I decide to call her. She explains and apologizes. Then she tells me she has to call me back. She calls me back and I decided not to answer right away because I was still a little pissed. She calls three times. I answer. She is in hysterics, crying and telling me she hit a man. Needless to say, she got into an accident on the freeway, hit an old man who cut in front of her and sent him off the imbankment. The fire truck came, highway patrol, ambulance. She was untouched. I pick her up, the front of her truck is smashed in and it is pouring rain. I ended up taking her home because my sister (who was also called and showed up at the site) was in hysterics also. I had a talk with them all at the house and had to head back home.
I arrived home only to jump right back in the car to take my mother to a doctors appointment. I'm so tired by this time that all I want to do is go to bed. I hadn't slept much the night before either. The woman then decides she wants me to take her to a craft store. I go in, buy her the goods, and take her home. Then I pick up the kid and we decided to go to dinner.
I'm starved at this point. Dinner was fantastic. I had a spicy shrimp pasta and a big piece of chocolate cake. After dinner, my mother decides she wants to go to a few stores. We go to Homegoods... a new store. Then Shoe Pavilion in which Bradford picked out the highest, pointiest heels for me. At this point, I just want to go home, put them ALL to bed and have some me time.
Way too much craziness for one day! Although, I must say, I have never been on the side of the freeway before.
posted by Jenn & John at 11:23 PM
3 Comments:
You know things have gone south when you have to refer to your mother as "The woman." But of course that's the degenerative nicety encompassing the over-all last measure to a much more detrimental and, ahem, vulgar cognomen.
Birthday's were never much fun for me, but I must confess that yours takes the prize for 'Craptacularist Birthday Ever'.
Well, you'll always have your friends and your music as the glue to bind your sanity.
I think we'll all play a pivotal role in supporting each other outside of the modern family unit, which to me is never reprising the 40's and 50's 'Leave It To Beaver' cliche's.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry you had such a crappy day. Hopefully leaving the stressful elements will provide you with happier days and equivical circumstances.
Be well.
First of all biatch, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?
2nd, I thought my birthday was lame this year? Shit...
Thank god you'll be here in the summer again, and away from all that nonsense....
AS
I'm hoping next year's will be much better! I can't wait until I move!!!
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