I suppose another weekend...

...will go by without hearing from the plumber. I cant believe I've let this guy get to me. I think about him way too much, pretty much constantly. Last weekend not a word, then come Tuesday morning, 530am, he calls me wanting me to come over! WTF! I said "you shoulda called me Fri or Sat night." Anyways, of course, had it been a decent hour, my ass woulda been right over there...I just so lust after that boy!

So here I sit, another Fri night, just ordered a pizza, hoping like mad that he calls and wants to see me. Of course, I'm playing it off and will play it off if he calls - he has no idea how much I dig him - and it will stay that way.

I think I need to find something or someone else to occupy my time. This can't be good, I dont see anything good coming out of it at this point. I think he's just a young, lost soul that wants to play, and I am the polar opposite.

** le sigh ** Typical Molly, wanting something she can't have. Just wont ever change.

Today I hate being a woman

I'm having the damned period from hell!

Gawd, my back is absolutely KILLING ME, I have zero energy, I'm bloated like a beached whale, I'm grouchy, I got shit I should do but don't wanna do, I'm eternally hungry, did I mention MY DAMNED BACK HURTS?

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

AAAH...fuckin' WINTER!

Good gawd almighty, I hate winter!

Every time I shovel snow, there's more to take it's place!

Last Tuesday, central Ohio practically shut down because of a ridiculously nasty snow and ice storm. At least I got a free day off work because of it!

We had another 3-4 inches last night, and of course, when I woke up today, it was snowing again and you can't even tell where I shoveled last night, or put salt down! It sure would suck to be a mail carrier right now.

Blasted! I'm such the warm weather person - give me 90 degrees and a pool, and I'm the happiest white trash chic in the universe. Anything less is just unacceptable!

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On a less bitchy note, I got this crazy ass idea to create another website - a site to sell the buttons that my sister and I design. I'm guessing its to satisfy my endless need to be creative, as well as deal with the eternal boredom that is associated with being a social retard. Anyhoo, the domain has been registered, DIRTYMOTHERCLUCKER.com. Is that not a hoot? I'm gonna have a "CLUCKER CLUB" (a yahoo group I think), and who knows what else..maybe a page for buyers to send pics of themselves displaying their use of the buttons they purchase. Look out, I'm gonna make my million like this! (ha ha, just kidding - then again, whoever thought the pet rock would be so popular!). The best part is how the name came about.....gotta love those weird fleeting moments of inspiration, when you just know what you have to do...

See, there's this chic at work that makes everybody CRAZY. She talks and talks and talks and talks, and no one even responds! She used to have a partner in blab, but thankfully someone gave that chic a job in another department so she left. WE thought all would be quiet in cubeland, but not so!!! She just starting talking the gal next to her (and making her batty!). We nicknamed "chatty" - THE HEN. Before her partner in mindless, boring banter relocated, we called them THE HEN HOUSE (of course they didnt know that). Gobble Gobble Gobble, on and on and on..about NOTHING interesting. WE never have to look up the weather, because she's our own personal meterologist, as well as our own verbal TV Guide. So...out of super annoying HEN's, comes the inspiration for a website...

FUCK VALENTINES DAY!

FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT!

Yeah, I'm one of those jaded people who LOATHE Valentines Day. Even when I had a boyfriend, I still dreaded the blasted day.

Nearly every damned store you walk into is lined with aisles of candy hearts, stuffed animals, and home decor. No store is immune. Its everywhere! From the gas station on the corner, to the grocery, to Target (no offense Target, I love you). Did it ever occur to these outlets that maybe, just maybe, not everybody wants to see a shower of pink and red misery when they're merely trying to get their hands on some aspirin or tampons? When will someone create an ANTI-VALENTINES aisle, complete with sickly scented, fake BLACK roses, moldy candy, and "FUCK YOU, I'm nobody's BOOTY CALL" T-shirts?

All this day does is remind the lonely exactly how LONELY they are, and make them want to spew pea-soup over those that are showered with diamonds and roses. *burp* (Ew, I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth). As for the penis bearing humans giving these items, it's simply a Hallmark opportunity to butter up their partner, in hopes of getting some play - something they hope for the other 364 days a year. For some reason though, the flowers and candies and sweet something's seem to weaken the thigh muscles of the ladies, and almost guarantee some hot action, if only for a few fleeting moments. Thank heavens the lingerie he bought for you (that's incidentally meant to fit a fetus) will only be on for about 10 seconds. You can't possibly "do it" when a too-small G-string is cutting the circulation off to your cooter and your boobs are smacking you in the chin from being pushed up so high.

So, to all those that share my distaste for a seriously stupid fucking holiday, here is a site I found to be rather amusing. Enjoy reading the rants of others like us!

http://www.nonpc.org/luv.html

The seriously long, mostly depressing UPDATE

First, let me apologize. This is going to be a long entry. Surely you're prepared for it, because I havent seriously blogged in a long time. I shouldnt let things "fester" inside, but I did...and I do. So now I'm going to puke all over you via my blog. Fasten your seatbelts. This isn't pretty.

So what's up with my health? More drama. In the past month, I've had an upper GI, another doctors visit, and another ultrasound to once again check for gallstones. The ultrasound was clear, again. The only thing the doctor can come up with as a source of my pain, is gastritis. So I am taking Nexium. That shits expensive, even with insurance. Thankfully the doc gave me some free samples to get me through another month. With all of my tests and doctors visits and shit, I have no sick leave at work. Wonderful. Hope I dont catch the flu or something, if I do I can kiss my vacation time goodbye.

The family drama. Grandad was diagnosed earlier this week with Stage 4 lung cancer. It has spread, and was actually found in his spine during an MRI. So now the family has to prepare for the death of grandpa - and grandma just passed away in July. He's already on an increased dose of pain meds. He thinks he's gonna be OK, he doesnt understand. His mind is terrible. My mom and sister are having the hardest time of all I believe. I am mostly sad for them, and mom. Mom never breaks down - she's always the pillar of strength. I think this is her breaking point though - she cried :(

Dad was in the hospital for 4 days about 2 weeks ago. He couldnt breathe, and was taken by ambulance. Dad quit smoking before I was born, but it was still too late..His lungs are full of fibroids, and they are sucking up his lung capacity. He cant even walk from the living room to the bathroom without having oxygen. Its so sad - he has so much attitude and he's such a spitfire. Its not fair. He cant even leave the house anymore :(

Then there's the nightmare that is my dating life. I am so fucking stupid. I met someone about a year ago, and ran into him every now and then. Finally last weekend, we interfaced, and exchanged numbers. Talked to him this week, set up a date for Saturday. Ended up seeing him Friday night. I'm confused by a few things, but I dont want to post them-anywhere. Lets just say, I was willing, but I wasn't - but it happened and I dont know what to think. I think this guy isnt whom I originally thought he was. Then, here's the best part..HE FUCKING STOOD ME UP Sat. night. I had to call HIM, and it was late..I sat around all night (another mistake), and he blew me off when I did speak to him. How I ever get myself into shit like this amazes me. I used to think I was a pretty good judge of character. I've decided I"m clueless, and stupid, at least when it comes to the opposite sex. The only good thing is that even though I was growing to really like him, I'm not completely past the point of return and I'd rather be hurt early - and now - get out before I'm really hooked. I shouldnt let it bother me so much, but it is! I'm so emotionally fragile. I dont trust easily - and the at the 1st hint of any sort of betrayal of that trust, I can't get it back. I feel used, expendable. I just want some nice, hot young man to think I'm the center of his universe. Put me on a pedestal. Treat me like a queen, yet be my PARTNER in everything. I can't believe how hard that is to find. I believe it to be impossible. Guess my original decision to NOT date was a good one, even though it was 2 years ago when I made that call. Put myself out there, shot down, time to go back to the original plan.

I had a nice birthday. Great partying (except for the horrific hangover the next day). On my actual bday, sister took me to Cheesecake Factory. Man that was some good eatin'. MMMM. Crab Wontons, Hibachi Steak..lemon/raspberry cheesecake. TASTY!

So there it is, told you it wasnt so great, didn't I. Ugh.

Men suck

Ya know, it's no wonder I dont ever fucking go out on a date.

YA'LL SUCK!

Damnit! How do I get myself into this shit!!!