Archive for December, 2009

Dear Santa…all I want for Christmas is a job

Posted in Ex-Husband, Job, Parenting, Single Parent on December 11, 2009 by Just A Girl

I had my 4th job interview scheduled with a company when I received this email:

I have some tough news, we lost our 2nd largest client on Monday which puts us in a difficult short-term financial situation to make a hiring decision.  I met with my CFO today and decided to circle back to the possibility first thing in 2010.  For the time being it is best if we cancel our next meeting.  We really enjoyed getting to know you and feel like you’d be an excellent fit here for several reasons.  While I hope you can successfully find a position before we are ready to move forward I would like to keep in touch in case our financial situation changes.  Thanks for taking the time to meet with us.  All the Best.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!  I have now been unemployed for 2 1/2 months.  As a single parent, that blew her savings wad on a new car a month before being laid off…I’m kinda fucked. 

Thankfully, my sweet little boy (yes, I have successfully eliminated the aggressive behavior…until he comes back from his next visit with Daddy O in 2 weeks), asked Santa for a pillow this year.  Yes, a pillow.  He is creating a “pillow monster” and is short 1 pillow for his creation.  So, I dodged a Nintendo…or some other outrageously overpriced holiday toy.  Phew!  (Yes, Santa got him a little something else too).

So back to where I was…I’m really trying hard not to lose faith that there is a job out there for me soon, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as the holiday is right around the corner.  This mama is going to have to suck it up and ask my family for some financial help again.  I am tremendously thankful I have them, but they aren’t “ballin'” either…so this isn’t exactly my proudest moment.


Father of the Year

Posted in Ex-Husband, Parenting, Single Parent on December 8, 2009 by Just A Girl

I thought having Jack’s dad 600 miles away would be just shy of a little slice of heaven…in a lot of ways it has been.  However, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  

When he initially left town, Jack adjusted fabulously.  We didn’t have those twice monthly de-programming sessions anymore, after each visit with John.  So John came back to town for a week long visit a few weeks ago.  Since then, Jack has been defiant and aggressive – not all the time of course, but wow it’s been rough.  My little 4 ½ year old actually punched me!  

Needless to say, I am less than pleased with this behavior.  I talked with my little man to try and get to the bottom of what’s going on with him.  A little (ok, a lot) of patience, and I got to the root of the problem.  Daddy O has informed our son that the reason that he can no longer see his dad all the time is because Mommy won’t let him.  No wonder Jack is mad at me!  It’s like John is purposefully trying to fuck up our kid.  

I will never understand this douche that masquerades as a man.

Walk of Shame

Posted in Lesbian Dating, Sleepwalking on December 7, 2009 by Just A Girl

I am really ending 2009 with some pretty significant embarrassing moments.  I thought that I met my quota with the infamous toot incident…alas, I was mistaken…again. 

Andy, the woman that I have been seeing, invited me to a birthday party for one of her friends.  We had a blast – dancing…drinking…pit stop at the porno shop – we had a really good night.  We left my car at her friends house (near the bar), so that we could crash on their couch and not have to drive home.  A great idea in theory… 

Here is where I now have to begin to rely on 3rd party recollection.  Andy and I were crashed out on the couch, when I apparently I got up and told her I was going to the bathroom.  I walked down the hall into an open door.  I entered into the bedroom of her friend Lisa and her wife Michelle’s bedroom.  Lisa was awake watching TV.  Again, “apparently” I walked in and began mumbling to the bed post and wandering around.  Lisa immediately recognized that I was sleepwalking and decided to make the most of the situation.  She asked me some questions and then ended with “Do you want to get in bed with us?”  This is when I begin to have some memory of the situation.  I remember looking down and seeing “Andy” (who was actually Michelle, but they both have black hair and she was lying on her stomach).  So naturally, I told “Andy” to scoot over.  As I nudged her, she woke up and looked at me and yelled “What the fuck are you doing?!?!”  I immediately came to at this point and realized that I was attempting to get into bed with my girl’s friend and her wife.  I was totally confused by what happened; I basically ran out of the room and woke up the real the Andy and we bailed.  

The rest of the night and the next morning I was mortified by what I had done.  I mean, really…who does that?  Then Andy got a text from Lisa, explaining that she was totally fucking with me, because she knew that I wasn’t awake.  Thank god! 

I have a gut feeling that I will never live this one down. 

“Listen or thy tongue will keep thee deaf.” ~ Indian proverb

Posted in Dirty 30's, Lesbian Dating, Sex on December 2, 2009 by Just A Girl

People tell me things; often it’s casual acquaintances revealing incredibly personal confessions to me.  I know I have faults, but I also know that listening is not one of them.  I like to understand people.  Perhaps this is why I’ve ended up with “crazy” so often.  I want to understand why people do the things they do, act the way they act…even when the behavior is irrational…ok, insane.  (Since I’ve established that I no longer do crazy, I’ve kept my recent listening to the sane community). 

So anywho, if someone you fancy mentions a desire to you, and it’s in your power to make it happen…why the hell wouldn’t you do it?  Actually, I do know the answer to this.  I’ve been “doing” for years, and never got anything in return.  Thank god that I didn’t get so jaded that I gave up. 

So I have been seeing someone, and I’ve really been listening to her…I mean really listening to her.  I paid a visit to her very public place of employment, to fulfil one of her fantasies.  Giveth and you shall receive…un-fucking-believable!