It usually takes a lot to get me heated. I'm generally a pretty laid back person. But not this last Tuesday. Don't get me wrong, part of it had me laughing. The other part. Grrr.
See, I didn't have to work until the afternoon. It happens every once in a while. So when Kirk got ready to leave for work, I took Izzy out to go potty and to say goodbye. She loves doing that. Since I wasn't going anywhere, I left my cell phones and keys in the house. Out of habit, Kirk locked the front door. Doh!
Okay, so the second I realized it I screamed his name...and not in that bedroom voice way. More aggravated humor. It was funny. It was also an accident, and I knew it.
For a second I thought about freaking out. My first thought was...Shit! The one time I don't bring my phones! Just my luck. Then my thoughts shifted quickly to resolution questions. How was I going to get in the house? How was I going to contact Kirk to let me into the house? What now? That's how I work. Probably why my friends all think I thrive on chaos...i.e. work.
And then I remembered. Amber. She has a copy of my house key. She's had it since Izzy was attacked because she'd check on her or sit with her, or take her out. I looked in their driveway figuring worst case, I'd be able to call Kirk if Amber was gone. But all the cars were there, so I knocked on the door. No answer. I rang the doorbell.
Angie came to the door. She's Mike's new girl.
Angie: Yeah, what's up?
Me: Is Amber home? Kirk accidentally locked me out of the house and went to work.
Angie (with a bit of an attitude): I don't know. Is her truck here?
Me: Yeah it is. She has a copy of my key. Can you please just let her know what happened and that I need it?
Angie: Hang on.
She came back to the door with the key, handed it to me, then slammed the door in my face.
Now I know it was a little early. It was around 8am. But I don't randomly just show up on their doorstep for no reason. And Mike, Ben, Kirk and I have been friends for a long time now. Mike chose to purchase the lot next door to us after Kirk picked his lot. Mike's been accidentally locked out of their house on several occassions by Ben. He's hung out at our house while he was waiting. We all have history.
I don't point fingers at this girl or give her attitude...despite the fact that a bunch of our friends feel she's using Mike. I give her the benefit of the doubt. I've been cordial to her. I've been friendly and respectful. So what gave her the idea that it would be acceptable to me for her to get all snooty with me? I definitely didn't appreciate it or find it humorous. Especially considering that just a few days before Mike took her to the Daytona 500...a race that he'd already invited Kirk to. (He uninvited Kirk in order to take her...and then approached him about possibly watching her dogs while they were gone). And Kirk never once said anything because he wants Mike to be happy.
But she'd better watch her step, because she's starting to tread on very thin ice. And I'm not nearly as nice when crossed as Kirk is.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Daddy Issues
My father called. Two days after all the tornadoes hit Florida (where I live) my father called. If it weren't so pathetic, it'd be laughable. Really. Except I have a hard time laughing. There are times when hearing his voice is like rubbing sand in my wounds. I hide them well, but I still have them. None of them are lethal, so I've managed to go on with minimal damages to my self esteem.
The funniest part was, he called me on the pretense of being concerned for me and whether or not I'd been impacted by the tornadoes. And then he asked if his sisters, my aunts, were impacted. Because, of course, I've kept in touch, though he couldn't be bothered most of the time. He's got their numbers, he chooses not to use them. So suddenly he's concerned...ironically enough, it sounded more like small talk than it did actual caring.
Then the real reason for his call came through. He's worried about my youngest sister. Apparently, she's now acting out. She's turned 19 years old and she's been going crazy on freedom since she turned 18. She's dating this guy, she's not coming home, she's not checking in. Her reasoning? "I'm an adult now, I can do what I want and you can't stop me." And they are worried. They bought that crap. Nevermind that she has a part time job that doesn't even make her enough money to pay her cell phone bill, not to mention her car, etc.
He doesn't know what to do. It's funny, really, if it weren't so sad. He never had to worry about my sister and I. Of course he didn't worry anyway. He left that to my mom. He barely remembered we exhisted...with the exception of Christmas and birthdays (and on birthdays he had to be reminded by my grandmother). But now, he's got problems with the only child he DID have a hand in raising, so he turned to me and my sister. Yeah, found out he reached out to her, too. Because apparently he's at his wit's end. He feels helpless.
I don't think he realizes that once upon a time I would've given anything to have him care about me that much. To care enough to check on me, to worry about me, to think of me and wonder what I was doing and if I was okay. I didn't get that. Never have. Not even when he found out that I had been sexually abused. But he had it for Vanessa. I know I sound a bit angry. Really, I'm not. I'm just sad. I'm glad he cares about what is going on with my sister.
On top of everything, he has no idea how to fix the problems that he's worried about. Neither does his wife. As the matter of fact, he put her on the phone with me to give her pointers. And then they both begged me to talk to her...because she loves, respects, and looks up to her big sister. I guess I should be grateful. I always knew where the boundaries were with my mom. As for my dad? Oh, yeah....I feel the love. I guess I matter to him when he needs something. I really feel sorry for him. He missed out.
The funniest part was, he called me on the pretense of being concerned for me and whether or not I'd been impacted by the tornadoes. And then he asked if his sisters, my aunts, were impacted. Because, of course, I've kept in touch, though he couldn't be bothered most of the time. He's got their numbers, he chooses not to use them. So suddenly he's concerned...ironically enough, it sounded more like small talk than it did actual caring.
Then the real reason for his call came through. He's worried about my youngest sister. Apparently, she's now acting out. She's turned 19 years old and she's been going crazy on freedom since she turned 18. She's dating this guy, she's not coming home, she's not checking in. Her reasoning? "I'm an adult now, I can do what I want and you can't stop me." And they are worried. They bought that crap. Nevermind that she has a part time job that doesn't even make her enough money to pay her cell phone bill, not to mention her car, etc.
He doesn't know what to do. It's funny, really, if it weren't so sad. He never had to worry about my sister and I. Of course he didn't worry anyway. He left that to my mom. He barely remembered we exhisted...with the exception of Christmas and birthdays (and on birthdays he had to be reminded by my grandmother). But now, he's got problems with the only child he DID have a hand in raising, so he turned to me and my sister. Yeah, found out he reached out to her, too. Because apparently he's at his wit's end. He feels helpless.
I don't think he realizes that once upon a time I would've given anything to have him care about me that much. To care enough to check on me, to worry about me, to think of me and wonder what I was doing and if I was okay. I didn't get that. Never have. Not even when he found out that I had been sexually abused. But he had it for Vanessa. I know I sound a bit angry. Really, I'm not. I'm just sad. I'm glad he cares about what is going on with my sister.
On top of everything, he has no idea how to fix the problems that he's worried about. Neither does his wife. As the matter of fact, he put her on the phone with me to give her pointers. And then they both begged me to talk to her...because she loves, respects, and looks up to her big sister. I guess I should be grateful. I always knew where the boundaries were with my mom. As for my dad? Oh, yeah....I feel the love. I guess I matter to him when he needs something. I really feel sorry for him. He missed out.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Touching Lives
I've never been an Anna Nicole Smith fan. I guess I really didn't take into account that there would actually be people who looked up to her and admired her. To me, she always seemed like a bad parody of "White Trash Barbie". Not that I didn't feel for her, especially lately. No one deserves to outlive their children...or to be the one who finds her son dead. No one. My heart went out to her. She hadn't had an easy year. Add that to losing the Trimspa account and several other hard blows, and you really felt badly for her.
So when I heard of her death, I was a bit indifferent. My immediate thought was..."Aww, that's too bad." And I meant it. First she lost her son. Now her baby is going to grow up without her. But overall, it was surreal to me.
It wasn't until this last Friday, where at a team meeting I was holding, one of my employees requested we have a "moment of silence" that I realized that there were some people that admired her brash, brazen nature. And then hearing that one of the message boards I used to frequent were "bashing" her. Personally, I thought that was in poor taste. She may have been a bit crass, but I don't think she deserved that.
It got me thinking back. I realized I remember the first time I'd heard of Anna Nicole. It was when she'd married that old millionaire guy and his family sued for his money, siting that he wasn't in his right mind to will her all of his worldly possessions. And then I saw her in Playboy and though...she really doesn't look too bad for a "plus sized" model. And then there was Naked Gun 33 1/3. She cracked me up in that one. I saw it with my mom and two best friends. I remember admiring the way she could poke fun at her whole sex symbol facade and laugh.
I realized that even though I may not have thought too much of her, she did touch my life...even if it was for a few laughs. Her poor baby, she left behind. I guess I'm not so indifferent afterall.
So when I heard of her death, I was a bit indifferent. My immediate thought was..."Aww, that's too bad." And I meant it. First she lost her son. Now her baby is going to grow up without her. But overall, it was surreal to me.
It wasn't until this last Friday, where at a team meeting I was holding, one of my employees requested we have a "moment of silence" that I realized that there were some people that admired her brash, brazen nature. And then hearing that one of the message boards I used to frequent were "bashing" her. Personally, I thought that was in poor taste. She may have been a bit crass, but I don't think she deserved that.
It got me thinking back. I realized I remember the first time I'd heard of Anna Nicole. It was when she'd married that old millionaire guy and his family sued for his money, siting that he wasn't in his right mind to will her all of his worldly possessions. And then I saw her in Playboy and though...she really doesn't look too bad for a "plus sized" model. And then there was Naked Gun 33 1/3. She cracked me up in that one. I saw it with my mom and two best friends. I remember admiring the way she could poke fun at her whole sex symbol facade and laugh.
I realized that even though I may not have thought too much of her, she did touch my life...even if it was for a few laughs. Her poor baby, she left behind. I guess I'm not so indifferent afterall.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Mad World
You know, sometimes I wonder what this world is coming to. This last week, I witnessed a child left alone in a car while the mother rushed into the grocery store to pick up whatever was more important than her child's safety. I wouldn't even leave my puppy alone in the car. I was all set to call the cops. She should be grateful I didn't notice right away.
What posesses people to take a chance with something as important as children? I don't have children of my own, but I remember how my mother was. There is no way in hell she would've left a defenseless 2 year old in their car seat in a busy parking lot to fend for himself from whatever sicko or pervert might have been roaming.
What posesses people to take a chance with something as important as children? I don't have children of my own, but I remember how my mother was. There is no way in hell she would've left a defenseless 2 year old in their car seat in a busy parking lot to fend for himself from whatever sicko or pervert might have been roaming.
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