Damn Dots
Posted by RobinMay 6
- Ask me if my mood’s improved. Go on. I dare you.
- Today’s one of those days when I bust out the spare emergency Klonopin. It hasn’t done any good yet.
- If you paid for dog biscuits or cat toys in that fundraiser I did for Kristina
, they’re on their way. I’m slow, I know, but finished. On the upside, we raised $160. Yay! - After three trips to the shop, my truck is finally fixed. I think. I hope. Oh lord, after the hundreds of dollars and days stranded at home and the trip to the hometown coming up this weekend, please let the motherfucker be fixed.
- If Tom Waits tickets are $85 as I’ve heard rumored, I’m going to weep. Weep and not go.
- I’m talking about money too much.
- It takes a week to mow our yard, which is funny since our yard probably isn’t a quarter of an acre.
- Today Clara Jane kept giving me toys and Lifesavers because she could tell I was sad, which only made me sadder.
- Dinner should have been ready an hour ago. Pulled it out of the oven, still frozen solid in the middle. Shitty pizza’s on the way.
- Another plus side, I submitted four posts to wellfed.net today. That’s something. It was either write and research posts, or put the basement back together after tearing it apart for last weekend’s carpet cleaning. Which option would you choose?
- Speaking of which, Clara Jane told her teacher, “My daddy cleaned our rugs so they won’t be stinky anymore.” Thanks Kid. In addition to your uncombed hair and the peanut butter on your face, we’re this close to that visit from that government agency that investigates child neglect.
- Nine days until I start a 3-night concert stand with a whole bunch of people I know from a website. I’m excited but completely overwhelmed.
- Remember when having fun wasn’t so much goddamn work? Me either.
- I really should have went to the gym and taken my frustrations out on a treadmill. I probably would have broken my knee, though, at the rate I’m goin.
- I had a panic attack today because my truck wasn’t where I left it. Turns out it was exactly where I left it; I’d just managed to forget where I parked. In a parking lot in Prettytown. We’re not talking about a multi-level parking garage here. That’s the state I’m in.
- Damn that’s a lot of damn dots.
8 comments
Comment by Kathy on May 6, 2008 at 6:25 pm
$85 for Tom Waits tickets! Yikes. I’ll weep with you.
Comment by Jodi on May 6, 2008 at 6:25 pm
Has your mood improved? I had to ask, because you know I will dare.
(also I think you should take pride in raising a sensitive, caring, and perceptive child).
Comment by Jenny on May 6, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Hi, I’m delurking to offer my sympathies. I’m having a day like that. I spent all freaking morning giving electrical safety presentations to elementary school students — at 15-minute intervals. You know that point you reach when the sound of your own voice saying the same thing over and over and over makes you effing nuts? And then I come home, and my soon-to-be husband (who got home hours before I did) is lounging on the couch, watching ESPN and playing around on the ‘net. AND THEN HE HAD THE NERVE TO SIMPLY ASSUME I WOULD MAKE DINNER. My puppy chewed my brand-new, entirely too expensive sunglasses, my cable box is blown, I found a freakin’ tick on the back of my neck and I am completely out of tequila. I’d have a beer, but oh, that’s right, Fiance and his buddy just drank them all while working on his Jeep. I’d take another Effexor if I thought it was even remotely safe — alas, I’ll just have to trudge to bed and try to squeeze in an hour or two before the damn dog starts whining at 2 a.m. to be let outside, only to pee all over the carpet the moment she comes back in the door. You know what’s worse than listening to a beagle whimper in the middle of the night? A 200-pound half-asleep man right next to you shouting at her to shut up.
I’m pissed off, sleep deprived and too cranky for my own good. Poppymom, if you want to go set fire to something, I’m right behind ya and I swear I’ll deny everything to the cops. Hope you feel lots better soon — I know I do already. Thanks for allowing me to rant!
Comment by Jenny on May 6, 2008 at 6:32 pm
P.S. — Your kid is adorable.
Comment by Lisa V on May 6, 2008 at 6:59 pm
My son told the school secretary “My dad got fired so I can’t go to gymnastics lessons, and my sister has bugs so my mom had to do a buttload of laundry.” He is 6.
Please, we prefer “involuntary termination” to fired, and they aren’t just random bugs, they are lice. And supposedly they are attracted to clean hair. Bwaahaa
CPS is likely on it’s way.
Hope you laughed. Hope you feel better. Hope you win free Tom Waitts tickets.
Comment by Susan on May 7, 2008 at 7:48 am
Spring has sprung and the winter blahs are supposed to be over, right? Hmph! I think all this fuckin rain is keeping many of us from enjoying Spring. Well, I hope things start looking up for you soon. If you can, try to catch the sun while it’s out today. Maybe go for a stroll and let it shine on your face and take in that warmth, imagining that warmth is a sweet embrace. ((HUGS))
Comment by Amy in StL on May 7, 2008 at 11:57 am
Aww, that’s great that CJ is so perceptive. It reminds me of my old dog Rex – yes I know having dogs isn’t like having kids, humor me – who used to bring me toys and lay on the floor by me feet when I was upset about something. A good crying jag usually meant he would curl up and wait for me to finish and then come over and cold nose my arm. Oscar – God love his energetic little butt – has no such sympathies. He’s the most ego-centric dog I’ve ever met.
Comment by Dixie on May 7, 2008 at 2:24 pm
(((((((((((Robin))))))))))) Wish I were there to hug your neck. I hate it when life piles up on you like this. You know I want to fix it for you.
Oh – about Mudcrutch…it’s sort of like taking early Heartbreakers and shaking it up with some Traveling Wilburys. Overall I like it. Six Days On The Road is my favorite tune but I’ve always loved that song. Crystal River is good but it’s nearly 10 minutes long and there are few tunes that can capture me for that long.