And you thought I was joking!

I told you there would be a quiz on the video. You didn't believe me did ya? Quit nodding your head, you didn't believe me. So here goes all you smarty pants:

1. What was Josiah spelling?

2. What's Nikki's nickname?

3. What does Michael want to study in college?

4. Why am I asking these lame questions?

I'll tell you why. It's been a sucky day and my mind just isn't working. We got hit with some horrible news. All I can say at this time is that there is being a search warrant issued and people that  hurt little kids should, in my opinion, be put to death! Imagine the worst squared.

Then there are some pretty big things happening at work. Not sure what's going to happen there, although these are some of the most rockin' clients EVER!

Then I totally turned on Diva mode at dinner tonight. Jeff had been in a confrontational meeting, I'd been dealing with The Geek Squad, and we got news that has pulled our world off of its axis. So what do we decide to do all penniless, uptight, nervous, scared, angry and whatever negative adjective you want to throw in there? We decided to go to dinner to "chill."

I'm not going to name the Australian themed restaurant we went to.

I was ok at first when the snotty little blonde bimbo came up to the table to get our drink order. As long as her over processed snarl she called hair didn't break off and land in my food I could take a little bit of attitude.

Jeff: "I'd like a large Blue Moon."

Bimbo: "We don't have it." She stares at him with a "come on idiot order something" look. She never told him what the did have.

Jeff had to ask....TWICE what they had.

She calls off 2 beers...2! Bubble thought: "WTF blondie. You're about to piss me off." Jeff chooses one, and we order dinner when she returns hours later with the beer.

Me: "I'd like the roast pork please."

Bimbo: "We don't have it" once again no suggestions, just a blank, over bleached, why are you bothering me stare.

Ok, I was pissed. Not only are the out of the very things we came for, the server is a snotty witch. Guess what came next, come on guess?

Diva Fit is what came next! I picked up the menu that had my fork and knife on it and SLAMMED it down on the table, the fork and knife went flying and I said "SHIT!" Well, I didn't really "say" it, I shouted in a way.

Bimbo: "So what do you want?"

"I DON'T WANT ANYTHING." Waa waa waa all the way home, wait isn't that some messed up nursery rhyme? At lease the little piggy in the nursery rhyme had roast beef, I was going to have nothing! It was Messed Up Diva Time. First personality-less bimbo, then no beer, then the sneer, then no pork, then the sneer, then BLAM! Diva clawed her way out of my body and FREAKED!

I don't think I've ever done that before, well at least in public. I asked for the check of all of $6 and said we'd eat elsewhere.

We're walking out of the door when this man, Larry, stops us to see if we were the ones that wanted the roast pork. Great, just great! Now I'm going to be chewed out and asked never to return to bimbo land.

"Yes," I said, "but we've decided to go somewhere else."

Larry was apologetic and regretful.  He asked for the full story and I was more than happy to tell him every last detail. Meanwhile Jeff's telling him that we had a tense business meeting. My super-human death ray vision burned a hole right through that little pre-cancerous spot on Jeff's forehead. No need for the dermatologist now buddy boy. He backed off.

I felt my blood pressure rising and I knew that meant my voice would follow suit. "This has nothing to do with the business meeting! It has EVERYTHING to do with Miss Fry Hair that seems to be wanting to smoke crack and bleach her hair more than getting a healthy gratuity!" Ok, so maybe that last sentence was embellished a wee bit.

Larry suggested a similar item and was going to pay for it. The offer was a smart move on his part, and he really seemed sincere but I declined. I don't like having things comped for me. I hate the feeling that people may assume that I was acting up only to get free food.

He continued. We stayed. Our server was incredible, the food outstanding and Diva was a bit embarrassed.

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"Dont' Tell Mom." WTH?

This is not like my usual posts. This is the post of an extremely hurt and angry mom that needs to vent.




For those of you that don't know, my oldest son was the pedestrian victim of a hit and run last October. The link explaining what happened then is here.



Today he was to go shopping with my youngest daughter for another son's birthday. He texts her and says that he can't go because he's in the hospital waiting for an operating room to open up because he has to have surgery on his leg, the same leg that was re-built last fall. Then he tells her "don't tell mom."



Daughter freaks and begins banging on my door while I'm blow drying my hair. I open the door to a shaking daughter blurting out what she just read in the text.



So, he texted his sister to cancel a shopping trip.



He put her in the bad situation of giving her information and telling her not to tell me.



He didn't text his mom to say "Mom, don't worry but......."



He didn't text my husband to say "Dad, don't worry but......." But he can cancel a SHOPPING trip?



He doesn't answer any of our calls.



My son-in-law goes to the hospital to find out what's going on. Turns out one of the bolts in his leg somehow came apart. How? Well I have my suspicions.



I just got a text that says "surgery tomorrow. no weight on it for three months. haha"



"Ha-FREAKING-ha?" WTH? Surgery=serious. Cast=not so bad. It's not a cast. Six weeks=not so bad. Three months=serious.



Anger doesn't begin to cover how I feel right now. I also realize that the anger is masking the hurt.



I'm not sure I realized when my kids were precious, cute toddlers that being a parent never ends. Oh I knew that I'd always be a mom. I guess I meant that the worry never stops, the wanting to protect never stops and the wanting to be there never stops. At least for the parent.



I'm torn between wanting to go up there and be with him, going up there and slapping him, or taking a deep breath and a Xanex.



By the way, the man that hit my son and left him like a dead deer on the side of the road was arrested. He was charged with the maximum that he could be charged with.

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It's MY Phone!

Here's something I just don't understand. Phone calls, specifically incoming phone calls from people that get pissy if I choose not to, or can’t, answer my phone.


Come on, it's my phone! I pay the bill, it's for my convenience. I want to know why some people expect me to answer their phone calls all of the time. They don’t care if I'm in a meeting with a client, on vacation, asleep, or in a doctor's appointment they get all bent out of shape if I don’t answer their call. Then when we're together and I do take a phone call (from one of my KIDS) I get shit for it. What's up with that crap? It's shit I tell you. One hundred percent, pure bullshit!

Also, while I'm having a tantrum about phone calls,  If someone has a number that's blocked or unknown to me why the hell should I be expected to pick up?  All of the people I need to speak to are programmed into my phone book, their name comes up and I answer, if I can. If someone doesn't want me to know who they are, why should I have to answer their call? It's MY freaking phone! Those are the same people that tend to choose not to leave a message and then get snippy because I choose not to answer their anonymous call. Give me a freaking break! If it's that important, leave a effin message you narcissistic moron!

I feel better now. Time for cake

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