Punchy!

11-17-10




I am here, but barely functional. Man, I am tired. I didn’t sleep well last night. I just couldn’t get comfortable. I hate that.



Today I just need to make it till noon. Then I am home free! I pick up Bobby at noon thirty and then I go home to clean house. I am hoping to get it all in order so that the next few days won’t be a big deal. I want to complete laundry and then on Saturday I can either work on a project, or just hang with the kids.



I connected with my cousin Wendy on FB last night. I found out that my aunt, her mom, is on there, so I looked her up, and found 2 of my cousins. Wendy seems to be much more active on there, so I have already chatted with her a smidge. Way cool since I don’t know my dad’s side of the family really. I am not assuming we will be close now, but it is still nice to have some kind of connection so that I don’t lose it when my dad passes.



I get very stupid when family dies. I blame my relatives. They should have started dying earlier so I wouldn’t be so deep about it and shit. I was 28 when the first person in my family died. In all fairness, I didn’t know my uncle Dick too well, but after that went Granddaddy and they have been dropping like flies ever since. Now had I been like 10 or something, maybe I wouldn’t get all introspective and shit.



Time for some coffee.



Ladies, I am telling you, use your bras. Don’t leave your cell phone on your desk. I know that you might not have an outfit with a pocket, and leaving the phone in your purse may prevent you from missing an important call. So when in doubt, slide that bad boy into your bra. It will always be close to you. That way when you walk away from your desk, I don’t have to endure your crappy ring tone on uber loud, wondering if you are anywhere near by to answer it. I think a national campaign is in order.



I am already counting down the hours till I get to go home. I am making sure everything is in order here, but overall, I am ready to go home.



I am always disturbed at how I can carry on a conversation about a show that I don’t watch. And what makes it even scarier is when I know more about things on it than the person who watches it.



Is it wrong to angry at a dead person? I am re-reading Virg’s obituary, and I see that she helped in the soup kitchen. The bitch couldn’t remember my fucking name, yet she helped people she didn’t know? Man, that sounded selfish. But in reality, I have seen this woman bitch out people, so it is hard to imagine her with any compassion.



I may have to download today’s Kevin and Bean show since people keep talking to me during the show, clearly breaking rules.



I wonder how long a parent teacher conference lasts.



I am getting a little punchy. We are all in trouble.



Do I have any kind of responsibility to be less Gena in order to ensure that my Facebook friends and family are not wounded to the soul because of my hi-jinx and social commentary?



Bobby and my mother had a conversation last night in which they discussed how long they would love each other. It was determined that they would love each other even after both of them are dead. Bobby then told her that when he was dead, he would dig himself out to make sure he could give her a hug. That’s right, folks, zombie love.



I have been asked what I would like for Christmas. I figure now is a good time to make the list.



I would like tickets to go on a Dearly Departed tour.



Gift cards-Target (always), Lowes, Cost Plus, Build a Bear



Wine



Cheesy outfits for my dogs



I am sure there are more things, but those are all I can come up with for now.



FUCK! I was just told that my happy little corner is about to be invaded for 3 months. FUCK! I do not like people in my space. FUCK!! There are some accountant folks from some sister company or some bullshit like that and they have chosen to put one of them behind me. FUCK! I assume this means I will need to move things like my printer and or fax machine. Dammit all to fucking hell. I’ve grown accustomed to my space! They will probably bitch about my radio, too. Son of a bitch.



Sorry folks, that is what you would call a hissy fit. A temper tantrum. A spaz. A whine fest. A Bubba. I will go back to my normally more mature self in a few minutes.



FUCK!



Ok, all done.



I actually didn’t watch Glee last night. What is up with that?? Don’t worry, it will be watched tonight. I did however watch my HIMYM and was all kinds of happy at the return of Robin Sparkles. YAY!