“Get Your Fingers Out of Your Rectum”

Do I really even need a story for this or is this quote that I heard enough of a picture of what I had to deal with tonight!?

Showing Apology Through Actions

I hate it when I have to eat my own words!

Today was an amusing day where I tried to find a couple of miscellaneous parts for my car.  Back story: I was cleaning out the trunk of my car and I found mold on my trunk carpet as well as the pressed board underneath.  After I took both up I found the root of my problem, water had gathered where my spare tire sat.  I think the water had dripped in from the hole on the rear of my car that I took home from Ocean Shores.  It’s been there for almost a year, which is scary, with how much water has slowly leaked through.  Unfortunately, it’s way too hard to get mold out of wood, especially when it’s seeped through over time.  My parents suggested finding an auto scrapyard to get the replacement parts.  I asked a friend who knows so much about scrapyards because cars at her house are constantly under repairs, Keri.  And also through complaining about having to fix my car, Marie jumped on board the train.

In running a few errands, me and Keri ran into a few issues with surprises/secrets, which left her pouting and me laughing at how ctue she looked while trying to pout, lol.  But the more that I poked at her pouting, the more she got mad.  So i took a mental chill pill, which I totally don’t do very often and make me seem upset/grumpy…Unfortunately, Keri left my house with my wallet still in my purse.  She came back and I kidnapped her to dinner with me.  We ended up talking and she apologized supposedly for affecting my mood so much.  After like twenty times though I told her that she should show her apology through actions.  Off the top of my head, that was a pretty good saying, and truly something that is true if all you get is apologies and no change of actions.

HOWEVER! I think said something sarcastic that ended up hurting my mom’s feelings while trying to figure out how Bryce was getting to school. I tried to appologize again and again, but all I got was angry silence.  We finally got to a point where we were actually talking and my mom ended up saying something similar to what I had said to Keri, which made me repeat my own phrase with new understanding.

Gee-osh.  Why does growing up and maturing have to be so hard?

I’ll Play My Little Violin…

Tonight I had a new client in Snohomish.  Which I thought was going to be pretty far, thinking that Snohomish was next door when I lived all the way in Lake Stevens.  But by taking back roads, it wasn’t that far except for the fact that the directions that I had were wrong……..

I don’t know how long I spent driving randomly around and even after I called my office, they just said they’d take a message and someone would call me back.  Blah.  I did finally make it there, and the beginning of the shift wasn’t that bad.  However, at the end, with one hour left, I told her that she should probably start getting ready for bed (because it takes older people a while to get ready).  Without all the details which would I’m sure bore everyone except me, it took her an hour and forty five minutes. So instead of leaving at 9, I was trapped into staying to make sure that she got into bed and didn’t fall out.  Incredibly ready to pull out my hair.  And my solution to all of that, mutter to my self and drive really fast home.