dragas y pirates

random thoughts on the adventures de una ecua y su hijita living in a harsh mundo where they survive with the help of her alter ego the angry pirate... arg

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Monday, February 25, 2008

folded undies and condom wrappers

hello peoples. it's been a while since i was here.

I started a new thankless job... don't know what it is about these jobs that attracts me so. i work in a school now. not as a teacher as it should be but as a secretary... makes me want to wish i stuck it out at hunter, huh? And while i have to defend my intelligence and demand the respect i deserve i still manage to get bothered when people doubt me. i should be used to this crap considering i worked the MOST thankless job ever. i just wish i could tell people off without any repercussions ya know? hit them in the face a couple of times without getting arrested.. ya know??

anywho... my life has again become my job. i'm here all the time neglecting my hubby and my daughter. not that my husband cares. his mom came from spain earlier this spring and proceeded to try to destroy any semblance of a happy marriage i have with him. the first day she was here she went into our room while we were working and proceeded to take all of our clothes out of the drawers and refold them... the RIGHT way. wtf? oh and then she folded my undies. even the crotchless ones and such... really. oh and then there was the fact that she collected all the condom wrappers my husband left around (u know when ur in a hurry u have no time to be neat and put them in the waste basket) and piled them neatly on my night stand. really. and then the whole time she was here i was a single woman again. my husband ignored me the whole time. so much for love right?

so that has been my life for the last few weeks. thank god the woman left to ecua for a few weeks. i'm dreading when she comes back.

so my life isn't as exciting as when i almost died crossing the blvd of death... or when i was physically removed from the batcave cuz i didn't want to take "the bar is closed" as an answer. times change. but just for u i'm gonna go out and have an illicit affair and make babies in the back of a car... nah... i'll stick to the potty training of the little pirate. arg.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Get her to poop on Elmo already. Get tough with her. She can't go to dance class until she is potty trained! I need all the time possible to try to get the most out of her flat feet!

8:53 AM  

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