Thanks, I'll pass

Before I get to my real blog today, there is something I have to do. I promised Leslie and Amy they didn't have to listen to this anymore after last night, but you all aren't so lucky...

Jeff (Boots),

You know I have put up with your wishy washy childish bullshit for a very long time, and while I realize that is my own epic stupidity at work, you my friend suck. I DO NOT APPRECIATE the the absolute disregard for my feelings. See you never had to know anything about my feelings, except YOU INSISTED. So even though I should know better when you call me up at three in the morning and tell me you love me, I falter, I get sucked in, and I QUIT THINKING WITH A RATIONAL BRAIN. I think, no I know, the thing that pisses me off THE MOST is that I knew better. I knew it, and I fell for it anyway. I had hoped after all of these years that you had grown up, and maybe you have and this is as good as it gets, but for fuck sakes you SUCK.

Here is what we are going to do now. Since I'm not sure if you got the text message or the drunken voicemail, I'm going to pretend like you don't exist. You're not in my phone, and I made a conscious decision to not ever look at your number so I don't have it memorized. I'd like the same in return. Delete it.

In closing, let me just say that it took me a year to get OK after my last debacle, I WILL BE DAMNED if you get to tear me apart in less than a month. So help me God, if you EVER call me in the middle of the night again, I will make you regret it (more than you already do), because friend, you truly suck.

Kisses
Karen

Wow, who feels all better now!?!?

My truck only cost two grand to fix, so that was awesome! I drank entirely too much wine Friday night in celebration of the fact that it was two grand. I had a really cool chat on facebook with a friend from high school who reminded me how fabulous I was, so I had some wine to celebrate that too! I haven't slept all night in about a week, and that is always worth celebrating, so I had some wine for that. (I still haven't as of today).

My oldest had a basketball game an Saturday. She is running up and down the court with her shoe untied so when there was a whistle, I yelled for her to tie her shoe, you know so she didn't fall smooth on her face. She informed me at half time, that it was too hard to play when I was yelling at her what to do, and the coaches were telling her what to do too, so could I quit telling her what to do. I almost fell off the bleachers. Thank the lord my EH stood up for me, or I may have killed her right then. The BD called on Saturday, and I had somehow irritated him, so yeah, whatever, I went to bed, and proceeded to wake up at like three Sunday morning.

I certainly hope someone, anyone, ANYONE, had a better weekend than I did.