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Confessions of a Neurotic Single Mom by Homemade
August 2008
1F*ck You, Cindy!!!!/The Boys/Small Talk
4Running Scared
5Nurses With Big Asses
6Hi, My Name is..../ Minus 1
7Land Contract
8Thunder Rolls
9Cant Think of a Title Today
10Guilt Trip
11Random Stuff/bullshit
12The Way It Will Be
13Another Blank Title
14120 Days
15Sky Blast
17Going Private Again
18High Flyin'
20Broken Bones, Part 2
21No motivation
22A JenBee Kinna Day
23Saturday, no excitement
24Code Purple
25First Day of School
26Control Freak, Extraordinaire
27Making Progress
28Who Works on Thursdays Anyways???
29Baby Come Back!/ 20 cents of nonsense
31Picnic in Erie

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Running Scared
August 4, 2008


Today has rolled into a quiet, somber day. After the past 2 days of cleaning HELL, its nice to have it like this. Yesterday was a nightmare, you never fully realize how much stuff and DIRT you have until your forced to deal with it. You can really tell that I've let this place go since I broke my thumb.

Mom really helped me whip the laundry room and kitchen into shape. The laundry room looks like a completely different room now that we threw a coat of paint on it and cleared it out. Its open and airy now.

Dave and I were up by 830am sunday morning, but we really werent in much of a hurry to get this place started. By 1130am we finally said "Lets Do It!" and began. Oh my FUCKING god, does my daughter really have this much shit???? She got more stuff then GOD. One good thing is she doesn't destory her stuff like the boys do, thats why she got more stuff then them. It took us over 3 hours to haul her room out, no FREAKING lie. Thats pulling out my bed, putting it in the living room, hauling her shit out, cleaning out the closets, coz that room has 2, washing the walls and then scrubbing the carpet. Everything I handed to her and told her to put in the living room, she put in the hall. The hall was a death trap. Trip, trip, fall, cruse, yell. For 3 hours.

After that mess was moved to the living room, we went to Noah's room, and moved his shit into her old room. His really wasnt that bad. That took another hour and half. Dave starts the carpet, I go to Jake's pigsty and start moving his things in the same room Noahs stuff is in, they are sharing a room in hopes we get Sophie. Sophie, if she comes, will have Jake's room. Jakes room wasn't bad either, we knock that out in a hour, and then Dave starts the carpet, I come out to the living room and start moving Dee's shit back to her new room. I just really threw the stuff in their rooms where i kinda wanted it to be, coz i would come back later and actually set it up. Dave in the meantime finishes the carpet, and pulls Dee's brand new year old bed outta storage and sets it up in her room. Somewhere in between this mess i fed the kids and washed up the dishes and washed all the bed linen and comforters.

Mom and paul roll in around 630pm with Dave's car. They fixed the brakes and a bad water pump in it. No clue how much we owe them, I'm sure its pretty steep. They hung out about a hour or so, and left. Dave brought home the work truck so we loaded it up with the 3 big bags of crap from the kids room and headed to town to unload it and drop the truck off. We stoped at walmart got pop and antifreeze for his car, stopped and got dinner, ate in the van and came home. I finished the boys room, while Dave did the carpets in the living room. We moved the table into the kitchen, did the carpet in the dining room, moved it back, I pulled the couch cushion covers off and threw them in the washer and DAve used the scrubber to wash down the couch arms and backs. Around 11pm we pretty much had it all done, expect my room, which is now in the front of the house, the bathroom, and a few odds i wrote down that can be done tomorrow. We go into the front room where my bed is and you can smell cat piss BAD. That fucking Ranger keeps pissing in front of the catbox. So I made Dave pull the scrubber back out and scrub in front of the liter box. He wasnt happy about it. lol By the time we got that done, cleaned up and everything put away it was 1am. I got my shower and crawled in bed at 145am.

Didn't sleep for shit because Dee was up my ass the entire night. She will sleep in her bed tonight because I have to work midnight. I got up this morning and finished Dee's room, gosh it looks so cute. Did all the laundry, re did the kids dressers and put all the clothes away. Washed up a few dishes. Now, I'm just chillin' till Dad comes with some money i had him hold for school clothes.

Some shit has been going on at work. The new teamleader R, is a guy, has been banging this douchebag in our department. Everyone knows she's a whore, she'll fuck anything. Well, thats cool, get your fuck on, I don't care. BUT... ever since, DB (douchebag) thinks that she's second in command now that she's his bitch. She's telling people what to do, she is off her station - 25 times one day the lady from purchasing said- and in and out of his office all day. Everyone has gotten tired of it, and then she pulled some shit on me last week. So, Friday night i wrote in the communication log, a message for PIGWHORE letting her know i want to talk to her, and i called her too. A handfull of people in the department said they would back me up if i said something to PIGWHORE about it. The DB worked sunday so i know she read it. The funny thing is, DB called off today. ANDDDD.... R tried calling me three times today, once from the office, once from his cell and then he tried calling private. You think they know something is up??? PIGWHORE did call me, but I didn't answer, she sounded pissy so im not calling her back today, ill call her in the morning. Hmmmm.. I wonder if someone told them whats up? lol Oh well, you know, anymore, if i do tell her and I get fired or repromanded for it, I don't care. 2 days a week at a fucking job i hate, I don't care. Andd, and thats EVEN if she even believes me, she could take it with a grain of salt and blow me off. I have no clue what the policy is about "interdepartment romances" are, the thing we care about his this DB thinking she can do what she wants and get away with it. Its pissing a whole lotta people off. I'm probably the only one there that has nothing to lose by speaking up. There is quite a few that have been there 20+ years and don't want to start trouble, BUT said they would back me up. So, we'll see. oh yeah, my evaluation is coming too here in about 2 weeks, i wonder how thats going to go with her.

Anyways, i'm outta here for a bit.
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