OK so this weekend we went to see two of our oldest friends. Normal Boy is best friends with the husband and I, well let me just explain what happened........
Normal girl was very good friends with the wife up until the point that she got really competitive with me. I get an Ipod, she gets and Ipod. I buy a designer purse, she buys a designer purse. We buy a house, she buys a house. Yall get the picture.
So we are chilling at their house and everything is going OK until one of her friends from work comes over and she introduces the two of us like this: Normal Girl, this is friend from work, my new best friend... friend from work this is Normal Girl, my OLD best friend.
I tried to ignore it as best I could but I did think it was kind of rude. She then spends the remainder of the evening talking to her cousins in Spanish. I can understand some Spanish but not enough to follow a conversation when someone is talking really fast. So I was doing my best but I was totally lost.
As the evening wears on she trots out her niece who is evidently some kind of psychic palm reader. The girl is proclaimed to be a palm reader because she told someone how another person really hates them ( this was completely obvious to anyone that had been within 100 miles of them) and told a person dying of cancer that they had two weeks ( I have watched a few people die of cancer and when it gets to that point its written all over their face.) So anyways she is telling everyone how they are all married to the person they will spend their lives with and that they will have more children, the normal happy psychic stuff. I then get prompted into having my palm read.
So I give my hand to an overweight 11 year old girl who looks like she could be mildly retarded, and the frenemy (the OLD best friend) starts talking to her in Spanish asking questions that I would have probably not asked her. Like evidently will I get married. I'm engaged right now and honestly I would have never asked that question, at this point in my life I take that as a given. I am then told that yes I will get married. Good to know since we have a house together and he gave me a ring. Frenemy then proceeds to ask if I'm going to marry Normal Boy. WHO IN THE HELL DOES THAT TO AN ENGAGED COUPLE? If the girl tells me I am, great, if she tells me I'm not, how awkward does that make the rest of the evening? From what I was told she decided that I would not marry Normal Boy. Personally I took that with a grain of salt but the frenemy just kind of kept harping on it. She would look at me and say I'm sorry, the palm reader girl is never wrong. What the fuck is up with that? No, my evening wasn't totally ruined or anything at that point. Jesus.
Needless to say Normal boy and I got the hell up out of dodge real quick. I told him about it and he just was like you know I don't believe in that shit but still it irritates me. I feel like now when we get married that group will be like, Ohhhhhh, shes not supposed to be doing that and that they are championing our defeat.
Running off to Vegas is looking really good at this point.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
Please Allow me to Introduce Myself
I am a 30 year old woman, I'm engaged, I wouldn't call him wonderful but hes OK. Well he has his moments. I do love him though so please do not doubt that. I work as a bookkeeper for a financial services company and I do like my job. They are a very family oriented company and normally that makes my skin crawl but these people do family oriented correctly.
I basically work, go home, play with Normal Boy and Not So Normal Dog, clean, watch TV, play video games, and occasionally, I go shopping. My life is boring, or at least it should be.
I have a knack for getting in odd situations and dealing with odd people. Maybe I bring out the worst in people, maybe they bring out the worst in me. I don't know, but I do know that I want to get some shit off my chest and this is the best way to do that.
In the real world I am considered to be an extremely nice person, to the point that I sometimes let people (Normal Boy mainly) walk all over me. But inside I am screaming at the hypocrisy, rudeness, and just blatant meanness that I see going on around me. Please do not think that I am holier than though, I am the first to admit that behind closed doors I am a mega bitch and I have probably called you every name in the book if you have ever pissed me off. And if you've cut me off in traffic I apologize for wishing that large rocks would fall out of the sky upon your car, I really do.
Basically I have a lot of anger inside me and I need a place to get it out without alienating my friends, family and anyone that's ever been around me.
So your welcome to come along for the ride, I'm not saying that it will be pretty but I can guarantee it will never be boring.
So I guess I should begin at the beginning. I was born to a father that ran off and a mother that was 15. She was a wild child and she wasn't too keen on having a baby at that point so my grandmother raised me. She was a wonderful woman for doing that, and I do know how very different my life would be had she not raised me but I also am acutely aware that older people do not need to be around small children. We are nothing but energy and noise and commotion and excitement about everything around us. They have been there done that and we wear them out. I get it, but that doesn't mean I was happy about it when I was growing up.
She was very strict with me, I wasn't allowed to date, go to parties, I was basically watched every second of my life. I never even spent a night away from home until I was 18. I know that she felt that she was protecting me and preventing me from turning into my mother but to a degree she was also pushing me that way. I always received very high grades in school, and was never in any trouble. I think the fact that I truly felt my mother did not want me made me see approval from every single person I met. Its honestly something I still deal with to this day but I have managed to not be quite as hung up on it.
When I was 18 I decided to join the Navy, I wanted to go to college but it wasn't an option financially for me and I figured this was the next best opportunity. I didn't hate it and I don't regret my decision. The day that I graduated from boot camp my Granny and uncle came to see me graduate. I was held up after the graduation ceremony and they left, not the base, they went and checked out of the hotel and started to drive back to Texas. So the two most important people in my life saw me for about 30 minutes on the most important day of my life. To say I haven't ever really gotten over that is putting it lightly.
I lived in Japan for 3 years and met my fiancee there. Yes we have been together for 8 years and only recently got engaged. He has some commitment issues and honestly I didn't care either way about the whole big white dress, I'm a princess, blah blah stuff.
So this is pretty much who I am.
I basically work, go home, play with Normal Boy and Not So Normal Dog, clean, watch TV, play video games, and occasionally, I go shopping. My life is boring, or at least it should be.
I have a knack for getting in odd situations and dealing with odd people. Maybe I bring out the worst in people, maybe they bring out the worst in me. I don't know, but I do know that I want to get some shit off my chest and this is the best way to do that.
In the real world I am considered to be an extremely nice person, to the point that I sometimes let people (Normal Boy mainly) walk all over me. But inside I am screaming at the hypocrisy, rudeness, and just blatant meanness that I see going on around me. Please do not think that I am holier than though, I am the first to admit that behind closed doors I am a mega bitch and I have probably called you every name in the book if you have ever pissed me off. And if you've cut me off in traffic I apologize for wishing that large rocks would fall out of the sky upon your car, I really do.
Basically I have a lot of anger inside me and I need a place to get it out without alienating my friends, family and anyone that's ever been around me.
So your welcome to come along for the ride, I'm not saying that it will be pretty but I can guarantee it will never be boring.
So I guess I should begin at the beginning. I was born to a father that ran off and a mother that was 15. She was a wild child and she wasn't too keen on having a baby at that point so my grandmother raised me. She was a wonderful woman for doing that, and I do know how very different my life would be had she not raised me but I also am acutely aware that older people do not need to be around small children. We are nothing but energy and noise and commotion and excitement about everything around us. They have been there done that and we wear them out. I get it, but that doesn't mean I was happy about it when I was growing up.
She was very strict with me, I wasn't allowed to date, go to parties, I was basically watched every second of my life. I never even spent a night away from home until I was 18. I know that she felt that she was protecting me and preventing me from turning into my mother but to a degree she was also pushing me that way. I always received very high grades in school, and was never in any trouble. I think the fact that I truly felt my mother did not want me made me see approval from every single person I met. Its honestly something I still deal with to this day but I have managed to not be quite as hung up on it.
When I was 18 I decided to join the Navy, I wanted to go to college but it wasn't an option financially for me and I figured this was the next best opportunity. I didn't hate it and I don't regret my decision. The day that I graduated from boot camp my Granny and uncle came to see me graduate. I was held up after the graduation ceremony and they left, not the base, they went and checked out of the hotel and started to drive back to Texas. So the two most important people in my life saw me for about 30 minutes on the most important day of my life. To say I haven't ever really gotten over that is putting it lightly.
I lived in Japan for 3 years and met my fiancee there. Yes we have been together for 8 years and only recently got engaged. He has some commitment issues and honestly I didn't care either way about the whole big white dress, I'm a princess, blah blah stuff.
So this is pretty much who I am.
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