Update on *dundundun* the BOY.
Alright – so. I realize I forgot to update on this boy who keeps making eyes at The Girl!
We last left our giggly Girl at the lunchroom table, where the boy, D, sat next to her, and later that day at typing class where not only did he sit next to her but he REQUESTED HER EMAIL ADDRESS! The next day, it seems it’s gone one step farther. (No! not THAT much farther Ladybug – your grounded!) He was sitting there, and she was standing, getting ready to sit, and some other boys went to steal her seat.
[At this point- I want to know just HOW MANY OF THESE BOYS are sniffing after my girl now???]
So – This boy, D. He DEFENDS her, not only by saving her seat, but by offering to punch out the kid who tried to steal her seat. GAH! Insert stars in The Girl’s eyes. And of course, he sat next to her in typing class again too.
So. Yesterday, friday to those keeping track, I find that alas – he didn’t sit with her at lunch. He had a dentist appointment see, and then the rest of the afternoon half of his face was numb, and he kept showing her how “he does this cute nostril flare thing, mom, and well, only one side was working! it was so funny! and cute! and did I mention he was cute, mom? and nice? and funny?” This boy is a DRUMMER! we know all about them drummer musician types! *mutter* a CUTE NOSTRIL FLARE THING for crissakes! OMG!
That’s it. Chastity belts for EVERYONE!
Suffocating
I feel like i’m suffocating today. I’m irritable and want nothing more then to crawl into bed and hide and not come out for a year, but at the same time the last thing on earth I want to do is sleep again. The dream might come back, and I don’t think I could take that. It lingers in the build up of tears behind my eyes, and pressure in my head and pain in my chest. I can’t breath for the ache that it brings, its like a stone is sitting on my chest and I can’t move. It takes effort to reach the keyboard, to type, to move, to think.
Da plane boss, da plane!
Yeah – I’m fully aware I just dated myself with that entry title. *Chuckles* again. What can I say, I’m old!
Went down to the beach to see if anything could be seen across the inlet – nope, nothing but dark ash clouds from St. Augustine’s latest eruption this morning. But looking the other way, I got some pretty decent shots.
Some nice one’s of our “beach” and “waves” too. Heh. So we’re not the north shore! Too cold to surf here anyway. *g*
Sacha got to make a new friend today too. Neither were feeling particularly photogenic, so I gave up and just let them play. Maximus is a pretty bull mastiff, taller then Sacha, but thinner. They romped around the yard for a while until Max got cold. Sacha stayed out longer just to prove herself Stronger I think.
But hey – Max’s owner might need a website – so it worked out all the way around!
S.O.L!
The Pup: Mom, you’re gonna have to get a step ladder to put my snowflakes up.
Me: ok….
The Pup: Yeah, cus well, you’re SOL!
Me: ExCUSE me??
Pup: Yeah! SOL – that spells small, right, like short?
Me: Um. Yes. Exactly. One step ladder, coming up.
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Man – I always thought that meant Shit Outa Luck – ya learn something new every day, huh? *LMAO*
Well, the good news is no one’s spending your money… the bad?
Man. I just… want it to all be over, you know? I want things to be all wrapped up and paid for and done with so that I can just… move on and decide if I’m going to persue lawyers and the like or not. But things just ain’t working out that way, not at all.
I finally got through to someone from the insurance agency bank who dealt with Kevin’s insurance and have it in an account for me. I’ve gotten a statement and a promise letter that my checkbook/passbook whatever is on it’s way. That was back in December. The letter was dated the 12th, and well, I never saw the check/pass/draftbook. So I get through to someone today – and they’re all “well, we sent it on the 13th!”
Now he was a really nice guy and all, but man. He verifies the mailing address.. “And that’s in ken…ay?” Keen-eye. “Yeah, Arkansas.”
No. ALASKA. AK is ALASKA not ARFUCKINSAS!
You would think that they would TEACH these people their states and abriviations. It’s not that freaking hard! AK – Alaska. AZ – Arizona. AR – Arkansas.
I remember one year in gradeschool they had to retake all our pictures for free because they sent them – and subsequently lost them – to Arkansas. Iijits!
So anyway, he apologizes, doesn’t know what happened to it or where it’s at, and says they’ll send a replacement right away. The goodnews? “Well, there’s been no activity on your account, so all your insurance money is there.” Oh yay! That’s good! OMFG. Then. THEN he was all “I’m going to express 3day mail it to you – and try and get them to waive the express mailing fee.”
TRY to waive the fee? for THEIR mistake? omg. So it may COST me money in order to GET my money so I can pay off all the bills, etc! Needless to say, as SOON as I get that draft book, I’m moving the money out and getting it set up into accounts that my dad will set up with better interest and control, etc. No way in HELL am I leaving this one open with some mysterious passbook out there somewhere. I wasn’t going to anyway, but now it’s like imparative that I get it, or I lose all the financial stability that it can give me. It’s not like it’s a whole lot, but it’s more then we had and it’s paying his medical bills, and getting us set up with an emergancy fund. God. If I could have reached through the phone and strangled him, I would have. It’s taken me till now to write it out because the more I thought about it the more irritated I got!
Bloody IIJITS i swear!
And soon as the whole w-2’s and shit arrive in the mail, I have to figure out how to file my taxes this year too. UGH. And on top of all that it’s January. And February. And typically, i am at my lowest during these two months anyway – all the dark, and cold, and ready for winter to be over, so on and so forth. Gotta keep myself busy, and just thinking of other things, else I crawl into a hole until spring. It sucks, really really sucks.
[Don’t worry mom – i’m doing ok. just in a UGH! DAMMIT! mood.]
