wow. I found out today that the federal govt. may have force us to use days off without pay. Where have I been lately? Sleeping under a rock? They raised taxes the first of the year for the new payroll tax and I'm out 50.00 a paycheck. Now they're talking about a furlough for a month if the budget doesn't get straightened out. Not that I wouldn't mind a month off work, but you really think my husband is going to support me for a month? I doubt it. Then I heard it may be every other week, or one day every other week. who knows. All I know is it's going to affect my paycheck and this woman has bills to pay. Just like the President. Just like congress. Except this woman doesn't have millions saved up for a rainy day. Hell, this woman doesn't even have 20.00 saved up for a rainy day. Of course, this is going to happen in February. What else happens in February? people do their taxes. no one is going to be able to submit their taxes if the federal govt is shut down. Just like last year, it'll be at the last very minute and poof, they'll agree to something that'll last 6 months. Rince, and repeat.
So, my morning started off nice. I get so bored at home that come Monday, I'm looking forward to seeing people at the office. Halfway here my eyes start shutting and I nearly fall asleep. I really need to do something about going to bed before midnight on a work night. Chris doesn't understand that I can't get 5 hours of sleep and drive the next morning. I'm not awake until 9ish. Normally I'm groggy as hell until then. I'm starting to resent him for that and that's not good. For a man who doesn't want to talk during the day, he sure can talk up a storm when it's time for me to hit the sack.
and if it isn't him, it's his boys who're up until midnight or later. I miss the days where it was quiet in the evenings. I need to work on my patience. Fuckit.. they need to respect the fact I get up at the asscrack of dawn and don't get home until the sun sets. I'm on some potent meds and damnit.. I get TIRED.
I have a bone to pick with my body. Yo, body. Fat cells. I spent a week sick. Ate barely enough to keep a fly alive and YOU HOLD ON TO THE FAT?? WTF? You couldn't ditch one single fat cell? ONE? not ONE TINY CELL? I'm a bit miffed about that. You need to get something straight. When you're sick and not getting food/fat, you need to use what is already stockpiled on the arms, ass and legs. OH and lets not forget the belly. You could let go of some of that too. Oh yeah. you could. It's rather sad to get on the scale this morning and see that you weigh the same as you did two weeks ago. bastard traterious body.
So, I was sick last week. And being sick, I coudln't work. I guess I could have if I really wanted to, but I didn't. I found out what my lazy assed dog does all day. NOTHING. He gets up with me in the morning and crawls back under the heated blanket before I leave. The little yappy shit won't even walk me to the door. I know cuz I've tried to bribe him with a treat.
So, I thought, well.. maybe he has a burst of energy when Chris gets up. Nope. he gets up at noon when Tim does, so he can go outside to do his b'ness, then curls back in his heated blanket to nap. That walk around the block must wear out those tiny Chihuahua legs. Then he'll walk all over your face until you get up to take him out at 5pm to go potty again. Does he run around and play? Hell no. He goes back to my blanket and curls up. Of course, by this time the timer has gone off (it works for 10 hours) and it's cold. So, he'll stare at you.. and stare.. and stare.. until you get up and turn the blanket on. Bastard. Then, at 7pm when I'm trying to cook something edible without my usual talent of charing the goods, he's under my feet waiting for me to drop something (and I usually do) he's figured out the 5 second rule and gets to it before me. That's about the only burst of energy that lazy fart has. By 10pm he's staring me down to go to bed. No lie. He'll look at me with those huge eyes and stand on the bottom step to go to the bedroom. It's usually a 5 minute arguement (yes, i argue with the dog) that I don't want to go to bed, and he's giving me the 'look' and finally I grumble and drag my feet to bed. ZOOM, under the blanket he goes.
How does he sleep? I will spare you the details, but I have to move him because he's a little pervert. And when I move him from that spot, he sticks his nose on my butt. He must love it because as many times as I've farted on him (on purpose) he never moves. Why? Cause my farts smell like roses. That's why.
well, it's time to go to a meeting, if anything interesting happens between then and the time I leave for my sweethearts house, I'll come back and share.
until then.. I'm out.
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