Random Thoughts

Today started out WRONG. I'm pretty sure that everyone knows I'm the sole Oregonian who hates snow. So when I looked out the window this morning, I was already irritated. Turned on the TV, found out Derek didn't have school, made me even more irritated. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's enjoying the snow he likes, but that means I'm the ONLY one in the house who had to come out and be out in this crap for the coldest parts of the day. I made it to the bus stop without incident, left with plenty of time since I was already running late, and waited for half and hour for a bus that never came. I often have these kinds of dreams, ones where I can't seem to make it to work, either the bus won't come, or it's already really late (like 4 in the afternoon) or I just CAN'T get here for whatever reason. It's almost the exact same dreams that I used to have where I'd left my kid at daycare when he went to daycare. A million dreams and I never ac...

I just told Ben he had a weak chin. But really, in comparison, EVERYONE has a weak chin compared to my chin. It's OUT there. Derek's is too. Which is good, cause between Jake and I's hair production, the kid will not be able to hide his chin behind a beard. Seriously. I've not shaven my legs since...well, I can't remember when. The only reason I do it is because I really like the fresh shaven feel after doing it. I'm tired today. Is it completely obvious? After insulting Ben, I sent him out to go shopping. I'm mean today. But that's ok, cause I made up for it earlier. Which is why my back hurts a bit more now, but DAMMIT! I should be able to do something. Just not dishes or cleaning. Wow, I'm being selective here, I guess. Tomorrow, back to work. Then Wednesday is Derek's first day of school and my doctors appt. YAY. Friday I sushi. Late, since I have to work late, but late sushi is better than no sushi. =) Also, Ben and I had a huge discussion l...

NEVER. I'm so damn irritated too. The IRS owes me 189 dollars. If I owed THEM, you bet they would have already processed that AND cashed my check..but since they owe me, I have to wait for a "thousand hours" and it's pissing me off. Every day, I think, this should be the day. Am I impatient? Yes, but it's been 11 weeks as of this Friday, and the damn instructions said 8-12 weeks. And if you count the FIRST time I sent it in, it's been WAY longer than 12 weeks. In my head, I just kept thinking that perhaps I would get it by my birthday (though I kept thinking it would be sooner than that), and now I can't believe that it's taken this damn long. SO ANGRY. Now I have to spend part of my vacation day on Friday calling the damn IRS to see if they can tell me anything, besides..gee. We don't have it. like the last time. I'm FULL OF HATE TODAY. Add that to Jake and Karen not sending the child support yet, and I'm highly irritated. On top of EVERYT...

I'm still very, very tired today, and I should probably just be sleeping right this very minute, but I can't. Suck. Do you know that one "Friends" where Rachel is pregnant and she is annoyed by Ross' very breathing? That's about how I feel. Annoyed because people exist and have to breath. I realized the other day that I am far more of a bitch than I used to be. I wanted to go up to this woman on the bus and tell her "It's called birth control, you should use some", but not wanting to get my ass kicked my common sense won out. But Jake? I swear, it's like a new thing every damn time I have to talk to him. In a civilized world where my kid knew how to use the phone I would not have to, but he seems to answer each time I call, and when he doesn't answer, Derek ALWAYS gives the phone back to him to hang up. And I always wait on the line, in case they actually want to talk to me. It would seem that they only talk to me cause by handing them t...

I'm having a hard time of it today. You know, that whole being poor thing? We know we are heading to the fair tomorrow night and that we will spend money there, so I should not spend money tonight. But really? It's all I seem to want to do. First of all, I reminded Ben that we needed to have chicken tonight. 4 nights of dinner left planned, 3 of which are chicken. He apparently has started to hate chicken. Which just means I'm going to have to find a way to replace that in our menu choice. It wouldn't be such a damn problem, but he HAS to cut off all the pieces that don't look fantastic to him. Every extra inch of white fat? Cut off. So he hates it because he makes it hard. Which is not very kind of me to say, but I'm still not feeling well so I'm not feeling very kind. Since he dislikes the chicken, we are going to be eating more of some other very processed food. The chicken was like...the healthiest thing I could think of, and even that is done with proce...