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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Not quite the day I envisioned.

Sorry, I don't have the energy to go through pictures to find some decent pictures for Way Back Wednesday so I am skipping this week. Today I was supposed to have an off day from work to spend the day with hubs running a couple quick errands and then lunch and a matinee. Yeah, that lasted until about 9:30 or 10. I got up at 6, went walking, came home and did a small section of work since he was still snoozing. I went in and got him up a little before 8 and then I got in the shower. He and I got ready to go run the roads and complete a few errands. While he was in the shower, he got a phone call on his cell from a guy he works with at the station. Turns out that another dude (who has been a bit of a bur in the side of the fire station) just plain did not show up. The guy they sent to that station does not know how to man that station's truck. (Yep, they let him work anyway - NICE.) The husband did volunteer to work to the guy he spoke with, but the chief is the one who would have to call him in. Sure enough, we barely make it out the door and the chief calls. There went my day. NICE. I was not mad at the husband, because truth be told, we do need the money for the OT shift, but still, I was sorta annoyed. He did agree to take Friday off all day so that will be nice. The girl's prom is that night so she will swing by here so we can take some pictures of her. Please note that this will be only the second time I will have seen the girl since her grandfather's funeral in mid-February. Yep, that's cool, huh? I have yet to see the boy. So lovely that we pay out the ass for children we never see.
Anyway, I did some work today and had the worst time figuring some stuff out so I took a nice break for a trip to Target. After a relatively mellow trip, I came upon these three women who apparently were deaf to the SCREAMING child in one of their buggies. I mean, GOD, people, do you not hear that shit? I mean, she was shrieking like a banshee. I don't know if the kid was sick or what, but the mom sure as shit did not care. She stood in the middle of the aisle (I so love that) and had a nice chat with her friends.
So now I am back and have to complete 2 more sections of work to stay on track. I so do not feel like doing it but oh well. Thankfully there is not a damn thing on tv tonight so at least I won't be distracted.

Elizabeth at 4:57 PM

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at 9:49 PM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

That really sux about the kids not coming around.
That is very hurtful.
I am sure they are great kids.
Make sure and post pic's of the girl!
HUGS.
Sorry hubby had to go into work.
That sounds like my luck.

 
at 9:53 PM Blogger Adam said...

A long time ago, I learned how not to be sypathetic to parents with unruly children. It all started as a child. I was whisked out of a crowded restaraunt because I was raising hell. The place was called The Knickerbocker. To this day, "The Knickerbocker whipping" is famous in our family. Sucks to be the oldest child!

 
at 11:16 PM Blogger Tammy said...

While I must say that I usually remove my children from the situation that is making them scream, sometimes it just works better to ignore it and let them get it out.

Once they realize that they are not going to get their way by screaming, they quit.

Sorry. I'm admitting that I've done it. But very very rarely and never in front of my friends.

When those kids get older, they'll realize what a freak their mom is and they'll come around. Sucks for the hubbs that he has to wait for it.

 
at 11:27 PM Blogger Mama C said...

I have ignored my banshees on occasion but usually a good pinch does the trick. Who said that?

Sorry about the hubs. I do love days like that...

 
at 1:30 AM Blogger MommyOutOfControl said...

Matthew pulled a screaming trantrum at Target the other day. I had half a carriage full of goodies, whisked his little ass out of the carriage and walked out of the store. Left my carriage right there in the middle of the bathroom aisle. HE had the nerve to tell me I ruined his shopping trip. I have the most annoying 5 year old! I didn't want to submit anyone else to his behavior so we went home and I went back after hubby got home: ALONE! Then the boy had the nerve to ask if I brought him home a surprise. Ummm. No, hell no.
Jamie

 
at 11:44 PM Blogger Football Widow said...

That sucks about your day, but at least you got to go to Target. I thought about you the other day while I was at Kohls. They had some good deals!

 

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