| View Blog
|
|
|
|
| What the hell, you funky punkass shovel? |
So, my tooth, yep, still hurts like hell. It's putting me in a terrible mood. It woke me straight out of sleep this morning at 6am.
I definately need to be up at 6am.
Above statement is full of bullshit.
And so is the fact this tooth is giving me so much hell. It's like all the teeth on the upper left side are sympathizing with eachother and having pain sex at different times this week. First it's an eye tooth, then a molar, then the eye again, then a different molar. And I'm like what? Shut the hell up and realize that I'm trying to get everything gathered for a move to Texas where I'll be living in a motel for a month, kay? I have no dental insurance, haven't since I came off Chips. Don't bother crying now, you haphazard tooth of decay! Suck it up and try acting like a lizard and regrowing some of it! I'm working with what I got here and you ain't givin' me much!
Anyway, woke up and dog had to piss. Put her out. I go in the bathroom, come out, let her in. I lay down and the pain is subtle so I'm like, "Hey, let's try to get some rest, eh?"
Hah. No.
The dog is pestering me.
"Chia, what do you want?" I ask.
She just stares.
Did I really expect an answer? Maybe. Yeah, at this hour, I did.
I keep asking her if she's gotta go back out and no response. I know she has water and it definately isn't time for her chunk of meat yet so I rub her butt and scratch her ear.
There's a lump.
Not the kind of lump that doomed my last dog with cancer of teh boob. No. It's a damn tick.
Okay, me and ticks do NOT get along. They're evil, coniving and need to be smushed because the fact that they're so tiny and can get SO freaking plump off of YOUR blood, is terribly sadistic and self serving of them.
And they don't smush easy, which puts me off even further.
So, I wake Jon up next to me, "Chia's got a tick."
He tells me to grab the tweezers so I do and I snag a bowl of applesauce with it because it helps distract her or else she screams like a banshee at the slightest bit of pain. But if she's stuffing her face? Not a flinch!
So, I come back to the room, turn my energy saving beam of death light on and I see a thing running on my bed! It's another tick! I tell Jon to catch it as I throw him the tweezers. He (still in bed) jumps and searches for it.
(By now I'm glad I didn't go back to sleep!)
We kill it and pull the one off Chia. Chia enjoys a cup of "appol sawce."
Now I can't get back to bed and Jon's snoring. I stay up and look things over on the internet, poke around thoughts, etc.
9am rolls around and I wake Jon. Of course, he wants booty before we go for a walk. What's with the morning wood? I don't get it. How can you be that happy when you have morning breath and have to pee? I dunno.
We go on our walk, that's fine except it's raining, AGAIN. The sun coyly mocks me as it glimmers behind a cloud that's dumping a load of water on me. Very amusing, bastard sun.
I'll get you yet.
Come home, make chocochip pancakes and a beef stir fry.
My mother is being lazy and my father is being an ass so I basically went off on him because he kept bringing up an episode where I was learning FOR THE FIRST TIME at 15 YEARS OLD, to run a riding mower and I accidently almost ran over a root. He keeps telling me how terrible it was and how I didn't pay attention.
And this is out of nowhere, all cause I said to my mother "If you don't stop complaining that you have to save your strength for the drive to Texas, I'll mess you up and I'll be the one driving."
I say this because she refuses to cook and wants me to cook for her or she wants to spend savings on eating out because "She has to save her arms for the drive." She's been driving around town every fucking day. What the fuck? Yeah, that's what I said.
So, I take dad's comment the first time. Haha, very bad. Jessica did poorly driving a motor vehicle, yes. Then, moments on in another conversation unrelated to the topic, he starts off "Yeah, can't believe you still almost ran over that root. But you snapped out of your daze just in time to avoid it. But ever since, you can't ride my mower."
1) I SOLD THE FUCKING MOWER
2) I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME
3) YOUR ASS IS MINE
So, I turn to him with that boiling fire in your throat that you just want to flow into your arms to choke someone and I smile,
"Well, if I drive any way that you save money, we'd be in a world of shit. Considering you were in two bankruptcies, lost 3 cars, a boat, THAT RIDING MOWER, this house, a bayliner cruise boat and all your shit at the shed. You also never saved for retirement nor my college fund so how about that? Or maybe, to talk about driving, we can talk about your first accident where you were in a coma for wrecking the 18 wheeler you were driving? Hm?"
He hung his head like I man raped his ass.
I continued, "You can be awfully ungreatful when it's ME that's been putting together this entire move. I've been calling movers, setting dates, filling out paperwork while YOU play on your fucking PSP and go to sleep and smoke cigarettes and eat out. I'm dealing with a fucking tooth ache from hell and I STILL go for an hour walk, cook 3 times a day, do dishes, do laundry, pack boxes, check the PO box, do all this moving shit and everything."
So, he back pedalled, "You're doing an amazing job and I'm sorry."
No sarcasm in his voice but I just laughed and sneered, "Yeah, being married for so many years WOULD teach you how to suck up, wouldn't it? Know just the right words to say to get you out of trouble."
He laughed, "Well, how long I been married?"
I began to walk away, "You should know. Your wife is sitting right there, wouldn't let her find out you forgot."
I don't know. He's had a stroke and those moodswings are worse than a female's. Just wanna choke him. Never got along well with him anyway and he was basically nonexistant as a father figure growing up so dealing with him now is a test I'm trying like HELL not to fail.
Oh God, give me strength in soul to not strangle him with strength in my hands. Amen.
Tough day.
/nod
|
|
Posted by Mendacious on 2009-05-14 17:07:53 | Rating: | Views: 301
|
|
| |
|
|
Email This to a Friend 
