Archive for September, 2008

Man this has been a busy and stressful week. I’m sitting on my ASS this morning and not doing SHIT.

Monday Casey called and said he had no money for mPower and could they stay with me until he got paid. Sure, and as soon as Ginnie got home from school with my car, I drive out to south Phoenix and picked up Kira and came home. Then went back out to Tempe to pick up Casey from work at 8. I told him then that I need someone else to take Kira Wednesday. Period. I have stuff to do.

Tuesday morning took Ginnie to school (7:45) and then Casey back to work (10:00), and then picked Ginnie UP from school (12:15) and she watched Kira nap while I ran out to Chandler to Gangplank (2:30) to work on Tyson’s podcast and then ran back home (4:00) so Ginnie could do what she had to do and then back to pick up Casey from (8:00) work.

Wednesday was worse. The same school and work driving and dumping but throw in a visit to twinklergirl‘s music for toddlers class thing. Which kind of freaked poor Kira out, but now that she knows it’s okay this time to run and play and have fun – as opposed to being shushed and calmed down every time she gets rowdy – she’ll have more fun next time. Casey on Monday had arranged for his friend/my neighbor to take Kira from 4 – 9 and reminded them on Tuesday and yet . . . nobody home. I texted a bitch-note to Casey and he tracked them down. They’d forgot. Pissed me off. Finally connected at 4:30 and I sped over to machinegirl‘s new place in Tempe to take her to Gangplank with me. We got there just before 5:30 but they’d started the Gangplank recording without me. Relaxed for a bit, then recorded Evo’s podcast. machinegirl decided I needed to unstress by having ice cream! That worked for a few minutes but after picking Casey up from work and dropping her off at home we hit WEATHER.

So much for unstressing. It poured buckets! Hydroplaning down the US60 alternated between fun and terrifying. We got ahead of it and got home just before it hit here. Hail, sideways rain by the buckets and flooding in the parking lot.

I tried to edit the Gangplank podcast but I was just too tired to make sense of unfamiliar material. It’s tough to shave out stuff and make a shorter coherent cast when you have no idea what they are talking about. Yesterday morning I bitched at Casey and told him I needed at least 2 hours without Kira and he needed to step up and keep her out of my room, which he did. At least I got one job done. Then he decided to send her to another friend’s for the rest of the day. I was too stressed.

On the way some Fucktard just about took off my bumper sliding in behind me and as I turned into the gas station I flipped him off. Then he drove around the building and as he passed me walking into the station he yelled Asshole at me! Then I (using all my pent-up frustration and stress) screamed FUCK YOU at the back of his truck. Casey jumped out of my car ready to kick ass. I took off around the other side of the station to see if he was still around. You seriously didn’t want to fuck with me at that moment! But alas, the pussy was gone, and I was left with a half-dozen very surprised gas station patrons staring at me.

Got Casey to work (11:30) on time, dropped Kira off at Chad’s (I can’t say Chad without a snarl. I used to hate him and his family but he’s much better now) and managed to only be a couple minutes late picking Ginnie up from school. She and I came home to a quiet apartment and I talked her into watching Fame with me. One of my all-time favorite movies, and she really liked it. She and I had been like ships passing in the night with no chance to talk for days! Then she took off and I finished my editing and watched another movie – something with Morgan Freeman as a bad guy and John Cusak – and just chilled out.

Today I’m not answering my phone. Don’t get me wrong, I love Kira and spending time with her, but I need time in there for me and my commitments. Too much time in the car, too much stress of getting everybody where they need to be at certain times, IN the heat with the poor kid strapped in the back seat. She was whiny and sometimes rightly so. Kids need stability and there was nothing stable about this week. And to top it off, Wednesday morning she stepped on an ant hill and had 7 bites on and between her little toes, which she whined and complained about for two days but would go absolutely ape-shit if you tried to put any kind of medicine on them. Even in her sleep. Poor baby.

What a week. Somebody somewhere has GOT to want to get their drink on tonight. Please?