Talk is cheap, it costs $10 an hour

Now that the silence ended between my mother and myself (*sighs*), she’s back to calling me multiple times a day asking me mundane questions about nothing, “So, what’s new”, “So, anything new,” “So, anything different”… which amount to me having to REPEAT myself fifty times a day.  If she ends up like my grandmother (suffering from demensia for 4 years before she died), I’m going to go absolutely MAD.

My friends make fun of me because I can remember little details from my childhood… high school years… but can’t remember what I had for breakfast today.  So, I get it… my long-term memory is a steel trap and my short-term isn’t enough to get me a bag of peanuts and a soda.  What to do, what to do… Well, I guess nothing.  It’s a blessing AND a curse, because I get called out for purposedly not wanting to remember something (So, I’ll say, “nope, don’t remember” and then I’m harassed until I suddenly remember that I remembered that thing they wanted me to remember)… constantly!

I need a little kick in the pants to get motivated enough to STAY on track and not let my brain wander into other things … like updating my diary.

*sighs*

I feel like such a boring person.  It’s muggy out.  I don’t do muggy.  I’m tired of showering a few times a day so that I don’t have to worry that I’m going to offend someone with my sweatiness.  My hair is beyond bad… the humidity is turning it into a Gilda Radner type hairdo…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

err… minus the thumbs up.

I am growing my hair out… it’s currently dropping past the top of my shoulders.  I freaking hate having fine and wavy hair… it’s like the Magic 8-ball hair: Will my hair be frizzy today? (No doubt about it)  Will my hair do what I want it to do? (Unlikely)  Will I suddenly turn into a bad rendition of some 70s hair mistake? (Wait and see)

So, when I broke up my friendship with the uberneedyandlesssophisticated T, I replaced her with a T who went to h.s. with me and would have graduated with my brother had he lived long enough to wear his cap-and-gown.  Her sister graduated after me and her brothers before me… you get the idea.  Needless to say, I like her a lot… but she’s a bitch.  I mean that in all niceness… she even embraces the idea.  However, she never wants to do anything… #3 son and her oldest daughter went to school together… and like playing together.  But, T doesn’t have a/c in her house (oh wait, now she does, but she has a demon-dog who eats through doors when company is over)… and she’s allergic to my cat (boo… I’m not even allergic to cats, but I have to admit, he loves rubbing his face on mine after I put on moisturizer… then I spend the next hour wiping his fuzz off my face).  I don’t goto her parties (she sells stuff, and I have no money nor do I want to feel pressured into buying something when I know I have no money to spend on that stuff)… and I think she resents me.  My other friend, S, whom I have been friends with since college is married with a baby now.  She doesn’t have time to talk to me as much as she used to.  Chica/Senora is going through her own shit… and I get tired of her never answering her phone (cell or home)… and I know if I go over there, her shiftless-bastard-almost-was-an-ex-husband of her’s may be there… and I cannot guarantee that I will not grab a big stick and proceed to pummel him with it.

That leaves me with my teacher-friend from grad school.  She recently moved an additional 30 minutes away to a town I can barely find on a map much less find in my car (I’m probably one of a few who do not have GPS-something in their car or on their person)… and she’s never home.

Hmm… my high school friends have their own stuff going on… leaving me to chit-chat with a guy I went to school with who has dubbed himself my fake-gay best friend because HE likes to shop, look at girl stuff, and chitchat.  He’s leaving soon to go to a training school to learn a new trade, and that’ll put him about 6 hours from here.

*hmmpff*

I can usually find something to do, but I’m getting frustrated because a) my kids hate going anywhere with me (even when I pay for lunch) because it requires them to walk around, look at stuff that they would never look at, and give an opinion about whether or not it would look good on me.  Ok, example.  The other day, I drove an hour to the big mall with #2 and 3 sons (#1 was working a double) to get my sil a birthday gift.  I knew what I wanted, but I wanted to also just look.  I like window shopping, plus it gets me out of the house.

#2 started in with, “Are we done yet?” and “Do we have to still be here?”

He wanted to GO HOME and PLAY his friend on his videogame…

That caused #3 to meltdown with, “I don’t wanna do this anymore, too!”

If there’s ever a reason to kick a 15 year old in the pants it is when he says something that he KNOWS will cause his little brother to go bezerkers… like, “Let’s go home, I’m tired.”

He’s 15 YEARS OLD… and he’s TIRED?  Seriously?  I’ve never seen a kid so… blah before… not having an opinion or a concern… he’s just … well, boring.  (Ok, I said.  Yes, he’s my middle child and I just called him boring.  What I neglected to say, is that he’s REALLY boring and does not engage in any manner with me… talking, playing a game, cooking, nothing.  And, it makes me sad because its not like I haven’t TRIED to get him to interact with me.  I’m TIRED of dragging him around just for him to LOOK bored and whine about not wanting to be with me.  And, to be honest, it hurts… a lot.)

So, there ya have it.  A nagging mother with nothing specific to say.  A raucous 6 yr old.  A disinterested 15 year old.  And, an 18 year old who NEVER shuts up (lest I forget him).  NO friends to do anything with.

My summer sucks… that is, AFTER my most spectacular visit to the Rocky Mountain State.  Its all downhill from here on out.

 

My question.. as I’m thinking of something inparticular to write about…

Anyone know a female veteran from WW2?  If so, does she have an email or contact info?  I’d like to get a female veteran’s perspective of the war.

And, *yawns*, that’s it for now… much rechain myself to the stove (making dill potatoes and chianti braised short ribs for dinner)…