EIGHT.

3 09 2009

So as I wrote my last post, I was looking for a song, and a friend graciously contributed a number of songs. All inappropriate, in my mind, for the post. But the songs? They were good, well, mostly.

So I asked said friend to suggest a few more songs, mostly because I’ve gotten away from my Music is My Muse posts. And I’m not happy with that.

I was given three songs, and I’m going to try to work those into my posts in the next week or so…

But it figures that his first requested suggestion was this song. Gee, thanks, Mr. You-Know-Who-You-Are…  The lyrics may be NSFW, btw.

Kinda fits, right? I’m well aware of why anyone calls me a bitch at times. And I’m perfectly okay with it. Totally.

Because the ones that dare to call me that, doesn’t know me at all. Or apparently have never looked any deeper than reading just the one post. The extended reading would show them the “true” me. But I guess sometimes it’s better that people don’t try to look around here…

Wonder what fuel for the fire they would find? Anyone?

Hell, what do I know… maybe they did and don’t care. Doesn’t matter. I don’t care either.

Anyway. Here’s what this post is really about and what I REALLY care about right now…

8There are EIGHT days until I see my Little C. Eight. I’m entirely excited.

And it seems my Little C is getting big enough to fit into the onesies I made her. Sweet.

Unfortunately I still have to fix the dress I made so that the tiny holes (that are now bigger) are covered… And I have to figure out if I’m carrying or shipping Little C’s presents… (oh! just remembered I can post all of that in 9 days or so! yay!) And pack for the rest of the weekend.

So much to do. But it’s worth it. Worth more than anything else going on in my life right now. True story.





Covered in Blood…

8 03 2009

You think I’m kidding… I bet… But I’m not. Tonight an uber moron at the bar, who was kicked out during the Super Bowl, started a fight. With a new guy. And guess who got involved, along with oh, about 8 of my men’s team players? Me. And what was the result? I bore the brunt of the blow to the new guy’s nose. Covered in blood. This has never happened to me before. All the pics I have now are post-work. I did have someone take a picture or two right after, but haven’t received them yet…. here is my night, post-work, in pictures.

My jeans, as I looked working from 10pm or so on... nice.

My jeans, as I looked working from 10pm or so on... nice.

Upper left hip. Awesome.

Upper left hip. Awesome.

My left hip. Also how I wore them all night long.

My left hip. Also how I wore them all night long.

The remainder of my left leg...

The remainder of my left leg...

Oh, but it gets better. Cause I had to change my shirt… And the a-hole who caused this? Yeah, I put the new shirt on his tab. And he’s going to buy me new jeans. And an effing new bra…. Cause I have no idea how to get that blood out of my regular job jeans. eff me.

Most of my shirt.

Most of my shirt.

Aw, nice. The bottom of my shirt.

Aw, nice. The bottom of my shirt.

Top of the shirt. Yes, my neck and face were covered. Nice. Right?

Top of the shirt. Yes, my neck and face were covered. Nice. Right?

Left sleeve...

Left sleeve...

Right sleeve...

Right sleeve...

One part of the ruined bra. don't judge. i'm effing mad.

One part of the ruined bra. don't judge. i'm effing mad.

Yet another part of ruined bra. Don't judge, again.

Yet another part of ruined bra. Don't judge, again.

Did I mention that jerk-face’s debit card was declined when we ran it? No? Well, god help him if I see him sometime soon. In the event he is not banned from My Living Room, I will NEVER, EVER wait on him again. My jeans are done. My Bra? Done? My shirt that I got for Christmas and wore outside of work for the first time ever?? DONE. And as far as I’m concerned, that jerk-off is DONE.

Way to go on that “Don’t Make the Nice Claire Angry” thing. Geebus.





Friends…

17 12 2008

Anyone who knows me knows that I while I do have a big group of friends, I don’t have any one or two or three that I confide in or hang out with on a regular basis. Rather, I have many groups of friends. So many so that I can’t count how many. Not that I see or talk to any or all of them very much…I kind of operate in a solitary manner. I prefer it that way most times.

But I do have some good friends who have given me some solid info over the years, and who have always listened to me when needed. In fact, one of them gave me the song that helped me get this post together… KB. She rocks. She knows this.

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In the back of my mind, I have this list. A list of what I hope people think of me. It’s part of that “doesn’t everyone have a conscience thing?” I won’t go into what is on that list. If you truly know me, I probably answer your phone calls (bonus!!!), and that means that have known me for a while or you know me well. As such, you probably know my full range of offerings and craziness. And you still like me. So I thank you.

What I’m starting to realize is that the more I am myself – which is happening more and more lately – the more people take me up on my offerings of help as a listener, confidant, goofball,  carrier-of-heavy-things… All things I love to do and can do well…

I have some friends, a few actually, who are either going through some tough times right now or how have been… And I’m really glad to be here and help them as much as I can… Some of them take advantage of what I offer, there are others who don’t, but honestly I’m here for all of them. And I probably always will be. It’s in my nature. And I’m quite happy to do so.

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So while I am mad, angry and hurt that my friends, new or old, are facing tough times. I hope that I can always be here to help them. And I’m glad that those new friends would be there for me too. It’s quite exhilarating. Honestly. So to those friends thank you – first and foremost – and secondary, I am glad to be here to help. 🙂





Irresponsibility

16 10 2008

In order for practices & games to happen, The Organization has to spend crazy amounts of money on field rental, equipment, jerseys etc. And some of us actually try to keep track of where that equipment is, what condition it’s in, does it need replaced and so on.

We also host a number of events throughout the year and try to buy things like glasses, etc. in bulk. Some of us even try to save things from the year before so that we don’t have to buy them year after year.

And as hard as we work to keep track of things and avoid the additional costs, there are people out there who constantly do the exact opposite. I seriously think it’s their sole purpose in life sometimes. But what it really comes down to is irresponsibility. They didn’t buy it themselves so even though their practice/game/event depends on it, they have no vested interest in those things showing up at the next practice/game/event. We’re talking items from a few bucks to $70 jerseys to hundreds of dollars worth of posters & banners. They just don’t care.

I really have a hard time understanding this lack of respect for things that you actually NEED. And no matter what I’ve tried, I can’t figure out a way to teach them that what they are doing isn’t right. I wish I could say that I give up, but that would be lying.