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What a Day!!!
What a Day!!!
Yesterday was a stressful day for all of us. My son, my daughters, me and even my boyfriend. The tension was so thick we needed the jaws of life to open up the air to feel the love.
My boyfriend and I had a horrible day, but separate. He was worried about me being upset so he was not concentrating on his job.
I was tooling through the day okay until I found a journal that belonged to my daughter from her English class last year that she titled with my fathers full name, then added, you will always be missed. I cried.
I went to lunch at this hamburger joint. Remember the ones back in the day where you could just drive up and park, and order right there? People would bring you your food while scooting around on their roller skates.
They have people who go around to each car and asks, "Would you be interested in something from our courtesy tray?" (courtesy trays have packets of catsup, mustard, mayonaisse, straws, napkins and more.) No longer did I put my car in park and this femmy guy came up to me and asked me, "Would you be interested in something from our courtesy tray?" I looked at him in disbelief. The car had barely stopped rolling and he asks me if I wanted something from their courtesy tray. I told him I just got there and was unsure of what I wanted. He apologized and left. I order my food and as soon as I said, "Thank you." a different person had that fuckin courtesy tray in their hand. "No thanks", I said.
My son calls me and he is furious. While I am talking to him trying to calm him down, a girl approaches my car with a courtesy tray. I point to my phone and she just stares in my window. Now I am getting even more pissed. I shoot daggars at her with my stare and shake my head no.
The queer little feller that approached me the first time returns to my car and says, "You had a Jr. Burger, tater tots, blah blah blah blah..." Mind you I am still on the phone. I said, "No, I had a double cheeseburger with bacon, and fries, a Rt. 44 Dr. Pepper and cheese sticks."
"Oh, I am sorry." he leaves and I continue my chat with my son.
Here comes the little queer feller again with the right order. I sit in my car and start munching on the cheese sticks. I am STILL on the phone with my son, and here comes yet another one of those fuckin employees asking me if I wanted anything from the courtesy tray. I point to my phone and they stare at me through my window. I decline the offer. It was not even TWO minutes later, I am STILL on the phone and the queer little feller comes back to me with a god damned mother fucking courtesy tray and stares at me through my window. I, again, point to my phone and he still stares. I roll down my window and said, "this is the fifth time since I have been here that I have been offered something from the courtesy try and I have only been here ten god damned minutes." Quickly he pivoted, apologizing as he spun.
I left. I just wanted to sit in my car and have some alone time, but the fuckers would not leave me alone. I was about ready to stuff a courtesy tray up someones ass.
My boyfriend called me when he got off work and we met. He is clearly upset and we spend a bit of time venting to each other. We went to the grocery store and picked up some food we needed for the barbeque we had last night. By the time we left the grocery store we were in better spirits.
My chldren seemed happy when we got home, the girls were playing GTA San Andres. My son and his friends were doing stuff in the shed. My boyfriend and I slipped off into my bedroom to burn off a little tension. After we made mad passionate love we were headed to the shower and I asked him to spank my ass. He does and my daughter hears it and asks what that smacking sound was. After he smacked my ass I slapped my hands together and told her that's what happened. We shower and while we are drying off my son bangs on the door and tells us the food is ready. We dry off go to join the family for dinner and my daughter is out on the back porch. I yell for her and she storms in the house. I ask her what she is doing and she asks, "What the fuck do you care?"
She thought that the smacking she heard was my boyfriend and I having sex. She was pissed. She would not talk to me. I was frustrated.
My boyfriend handed me a beer and we went outside to enjoy the beautiful weather. Three beers later and about half a pack of cigarettes I finally talked money with him without crying.
Today he and I are going to the casino to see Rick Trevino. A friend of mine won the tickets and could not make it, so she gave them to me. We will ride a bus to the casino and they will give us the tickets while on the ride, in addition they will give us discount tickets for dinner and a $10 voucher to spend how we want. I am looking forward to it.
Today has to be a better day.
7/27/2006 7:06 am
Each day will get better..one day at a time..remember..love conquers all..just remember that.