Sunday, February 8, 2009

Are you just here for the cake?

Cuz my stats went through the roof after I posted some cake. No wonder CakeWrecks gets so much traffic. The cake must be addictive or a controlled substance or something. You guys need to admit when you have a problem. Trust me, it's for the best.

I will get around to posting about my birthday Disney trip. I just need to get in a better mood before I do so it doesn't come out all bitter and vile. Let's just say for now, the highlight of my birthday was the trash can that serenaded Happy Birthday to me after I fed it a Mountain Dew bottle. But if you are looking for a great Disney story, go check out my bloggy friend Johnny Virgil. It seems there are things about fruit bats that I didn't know and was pretty much OK with not ever knowing.

I got lots of facebook love on my BD but not the first single phone call. From anyone. I am working through my feelings on that. I have already talked to one friend, and you know who you are, and we are all cool. But to the other friend? If I treated you the way you have been treating me lately? We most assuredly wouldn't be friends. Isn't it great that I am so forgiving and such a doormat that I lay there and take it? Just letting you know ahead of time that the day will come when you will need me to be at your beck and call and I won't be. That day will be very soon. Consider yourself bitten.

Sorry you had to read that but I had to get that out. My blog. My soapbox. My feelings. I'm done.

To top it all off in the news department on the home front, FCB emptied my Coke bottle piggy bank while I was gone and threw it away. He then banked all the money save for 5 bucks for my 5 year old. He then paid HIS bills with it. I discovered this last night. I was upset. He said he thought the Coke bottle belonged to him. I told him he knew damn well that it didn't and that he just stole from me. He called me many a choice name and then told me to get out of his sight. Since I caught some germs from my family and I wasn't feeling well anyway I went to bed. I awoke to him making me breakfast. That was his apology. Then his sister called to tell us that FCB's mother, the grandmother to my child, is in the hospital with walking pneumonia. She has also stopped eating. She is giving up and trying to die. I have nothing against the woman, and have tried for years to get her to like me, and for that matter, my child. She thinks I am the reason her son hates his sister. Nothing is going to change her mind about that. I hope she doesn't die and I hope she gets better, because FCB only lost his dad less than 5 years ago and I don't think he is going to be able to handle the loss of his mom. I don't want anyone in my family to get hurt or be sad. But unfortunately, I have no control over life and death.

So that is what is happening on the Persnickety front. Not everything, but those are the highlights. Don't even ask me about the lowlights. I promise to find my funny and share it with you guys when I find it. Let's hope those damn dust bunnies didn't run off with it cuz I am just too damn scared of the dark to go after it in that instance.

9 comments:

ChiTown Girl said...

{{{hugs}}}
Wish I had more, but I that's the best I can do from here :(

Feisty Irish Wench said...

My sister says birthdays are overrated. Sometimes, she's right.

THE GRAMMARPHILE said...

I, too, recently had a birthday, and got a bazillion Facebook messages...but not one phone call except for my parents. No phone calls from my friends. So I understand how you feel.

Happy (belated) birthday. Hang in there! :)

Busy Bee Suz said...

I get you on the birthday feelings...I only have a handful of really close friends and a few years ago 2 of them forgot my birthday entirely. IT really irked the crap out of me. But I never siad anything. I just keep it in...festering....

FCB took your money? can't you poison him? really, you live together.
I hope the Mom is ok....don't want any bad mojo.
Hope you feel better soon...
happy late Bday!!!
You may want to delete the poisoning remark. :)

Maggie said...

Dang, that sounds horrible..not just one thing either! Sorry no one called on your birthday, that really blows. No matter how old we get, its nice that people take time out of their busy lives on our one special day...Happy Birthday!

Chantelle said...

Sending you big (((HUGS))) because all of that, is crappy. :( I hope your week starts out great tomorrow!

MrsSoersdal said...

*hugs* Hope things start looking up for you.

Meuse said...

if you think "biting" me on your blog is really going to hurt my feelings at this point you've got another thing coming. May I remind you of the condition I was in last weekend when you saw me? I had just been beaten to a bloody pulp by two people looking for a good time trying to break into my house. they did actually manage to break two ribs which has made it exceptionally wonderful to move around, cough, sneeze let alone breathe this week. and oh yeah, lets not forget losing the relationship with someone who I thought was going to be my life partner the day after getting pulverized. if this wasnt bad enough, theres the reaction of the folks who didnt find out til they got home on Sunday, as well as the guilt trip from the most affectionate "sperm donor" (that aided to bring me into this magically screwed up world) who doesnt understand why I didnt call him to run to my rescue til they got home... as if we dont know how that would have gone. then theres the week long reminder each day of how my my life is so headed down the wrong path, that I'm not going to amount to much, and that I "chose the wrong career path seeing as how the economy is in shambles and I may never get a job in my field"... so, my apologies if leaving you a message saying happy birthday, to let you know I was thinking about you on your birthday, instead of calling you when you were supposed to be having a good time at Disney, wasn't good enough. maybe I should have taken a float trip down the st. johns wearing concrete crocs instead. go ahead and throw more guilt punches at me...I'm sure I can find another Tylenol around her somewhere.

tysgirl said...

Sigh. My mother in law also blames me for my husband not getting along with his sister. It never occurs to her that it has more to do with her daughter being a twat.

Hope things look up.