I'll title this one- The Little Fuckstick

I really like my new job. I think I'm a good fit, and the 8-5 is wonderful. I'm still in training, but most of my day was spent interviewing and conducting other hiring related things. Today I was actually tired when I got home, but I am trying to make a positive impact on the two kids that spend half of their life in the same dwelling as me. Without asking, I went to the store, bought the ingredients for a real dinner and dessert. Regardless it was basically fancy grilled cheese and tomato soup, but I still had to mix cheese together, cut french bread and put cheese and other stuff in the tomato soup. This is more than my usual dinner routine of "why don't we just get taco bell"

So I am the good little girlfriend/domestic partner and make the meal. Who doesn't like grilled cheese? Apparently one little fuckstick. The same fuckstick that doesn't like tomatoes, or tomato soup. The same little fuckstick that ate it last time I made it. The same little fuckstick that would rather eat a microwaved egg than eat a home cooked meal. So, I pull a "mom" and not say a peep, and secretly call the fuckstick a fuckstick in my head with a smile on my face.

I figure, I'll get him with my dessert. Who doesn't love strawberries and whipped cream on a fluffy pillow of golden cake? Guess who? Do I even need to say it? The little rat bastard had his minion (not me, mind you) drive him to WENDY's for a FROSTY. Why waste my time?????? Seriously. What's the point of even trying? SERIOUSLY. Just eat the stupid strawberries and smile to make me happy. I don't care if you have to spit them out later, just humor me.

So- lesson learned today: If I am going to spend time to make food, I am going to only make it for me and not worry about what other people want, until of course I have my own children and love them so much I'd even make them food I don't like. Maybe even allow mayo into the house.

A few weeks ago I saw The DaVinci Codes. I stayed entertained through the whole movie. The book, however, I couldn't stay with due to all of the French (yeah, say what you want). I understand it is a work of fiction, so it's not like I'm renouncing my faith or anything. Such a good Catholic I am anyway, with my big bad going to church every once in a while. That's what I get for dating a robot. I digress.

I was pretty motivated about this summer's movies. I decided I'd push my luck and see another movie. The previews for The Breakup were pretty funny. I thought I'd call my buddy Nichole up. We used to work together until we both found new jobs. We seem to work out a lot better when we're not 3 feet away from each other for 8 hours. So I call up Nichole and left her a message. She calls me back and said it hasn't been a good weekend for her. Long story:

Nichole's boyfriend has/had 3 pitbulls. Two weeks ago one of them killed another one. They didn't get along. On Friday, she was watching the two left with her pitbull, Hailey. The one who killed the other dog decided it was going to take a bite out of her dog. So, they got into a big fight and the killer dog about killed her dog. She got in the middle of the whole shebang and got herself bitten and lots of bruises. She ran out out her neighbor's yard and passed out, and bought herself a ticket to the ER. Her dog is sitting in a local vet clinic (in good care) in Paris. Needless to say, she did not want to drive to Terre Haute for the movie.

So back to the movie. It was funny. I laughed, I loved....The ending, on the flip side, annoyed me so much so that I felt nauseous because I was THAT disappointed. I would not reccommend this movie to anyone. Not even to rent, unless you are someone who likes to be disappointed. I will leave it at that.

Tomorrow's my 1st day at the new job. Wish me luck!

Now that no one reads my blog...

I had a yard sale today. The right side of my face is now sunburned. It's wonderful. We made enough money to get gas for the way down and back for vacation. We're going to some resort in Kentucky. That, in theory, should also be wonderful. We'll see. Mom and dad are going to watch Maddy and the Dapper Dog is going to watch Bailey. Chris' mom will watch Albert (the cat) and Fabio (the lizard). Should anyone read this and have a burning desire to watch Albert or Fabio, feel free to email me. I am sure we can work out a deal.

We're going to watch the DaVinci Code tonight. We'll see if my half sunburned face will make it through. I'm sooo tired.

So, I'm going to spoil my godchild and publicly humiliate her at the same time. Next year I'll make a shirt with "Walden" with a 2 on the back.

*Insert evil laughter here*