So, I heard this story on the news where a woman shoots herself cus her house is being foreclosed on, and how that is the state of the world today. Yea, it sucks to have your house taken away. Shit happens. But I don't feel bad for anyone at all. My ex husband decided one day he didn't want to be married anymore, and left me high and dry with all of our bills, making $8 an hour. Did I try to kill myself? No. No one wanted to help me keep my house. I also lost my job. And my car. And had a cat put to sleep. And filed bankruptcy. Then found out the ex knocked up the bitch he cheated on me with. Stop me if you've heard this one..... So you see, I have no sympathy. I had my own crises, which I still pay for on my credit report 10 years later. And spent years gaining back my self respect.
The world today is filled with big fat wussies, and I'm sick of it. Grow up and be responsible. When I couldn't afford to live on my own, I worked two jobs for three years. I sure didn't love it, but that's what you do. You act responsible. Don't expect me to bail you out. Oh wait, it's not up to me. Speaking of the world today, I'm so proud this is my alma mater.
On a lighter note I had a fantastic weekend. I worked out after work (no one saw me naked! score!) Friday, showered, packed, and went to see my guy in the city. We attended a party I think in Olmsted Falls or North Olmsted, which was pretty quiet, and someone called the cops. What a lame-o town that is. You also couldn't park on the street after 2 am. At said party I fed their dog about 10 peices of sliced cheese, because she loved it and I'm a huge sucker for a cute face. She was so high off that cheese she spit out about 10 tortilla chips, cus she wanted the good shit. My kinda dog!
I also talked one of the boy's friends out of these sweet-ass boot glasses. I use to have one at my Dad's house, if you drink out of it just right, you get a pretty sweet sound, and kool aid in your face. Totally flippin awesome. I tried to make up some story as to why I wanted them, but I'm not a great liar, and he wasn't buying it. Eventually he gave in and said I could have them. He was pertty drunk too. We drank labatt's (cringe) cus it was a keg (a.k.a free). And, I contributed to a two time win at beer pong with the manfriend. I actually made some shots, I do me proud.
Saturday I trucked it home, because my dog doesn't eat when I'm not around. It's sad, because she is almost 13, and I feel horribly guilty leaving her for 1 night, let alone two. I showered, pet the cats, fed the dog, turned around and went back out to the boy's house. We went to his Dad's for a clam bake (barf) and football (double barf) but I managed to have fun anyway. Luckily my manfriend isn't a super sports freak, and can casually watch something and not get all worked up about it. Reason 567,459,215 that I heart him. We had yummy brandy and cider, chicken, corn on the cob, and baked sweet potato. (No clams for me k, thx). I also thought I would give him a run for his money at pool when I accidentally got like 3 balls in. But that's a laugh. I even tried distracting him by fondling his rump. No go. He kicked my ass.
Sunday we got up and made a trip to Home Depot to repot his ferns. Which I did for him while he made us a scrumptious breakfast. Have I mentioned how the manfriend is impossibly handy, and a good cook? Yea. Oh, and he's also a medic, and he takes pretty good care of my injuries, to which I sustained another when I stepped on a freaking plug this weekend. Ow. He also has a big heart. Shut me up. We went to his Momma's for his birthday. He spent time taking apart his Moms computer and putting the power supply from one into the other. I told you he's handy. We had pizza and cake, and I wanted to puke I was so full.
I also got presents, she gave me stuff from the Peppridge Farm store, cinnamon bread and donuts, and she gave me some movies she burned, and sent me home w/leftover pizza and cake too. Is that pretty cute or what? After spending 3 days and 2 nights with my guy, of course I cried on the way home. It sucks leaving him. I wanna cry thinking about it now. It's not a desperate feeling, like I can't go on without him.
It's just that I know I wont see him for a few days, and it's so incredibly hard! I love the feeling of him close to me when we are sleeping, especially when I have a bad dream, wake up and can go right back to sleep because he is with me. I havn't felt that "safe" feeling since I can even remember.
I'm pretty taken with this one. I deserve it.