Life--What a Concept, Part II

[chochiyo_sama]

I left off at the faculty retreat.  I followed the sound of raucous laughter and clinking bottles and found the rest of the faculty crowded into Chris and Jesse's room.   Just about everyone was there--and Jesse immediately offered to make me a drink.  I don't remember what it was called, but it was almost nastily sour.

He made me two of them--they were big and they were strong.  And I have not done much drinking in the past several years, so they hit me quickly.

I knew I was getting drunk, because my face always starts to go numb first.  Then I get giggly and squirrely.  

Fortunately, they began talking about getting pizza's right away--which was good, since I needed to eat before I really went over the edge and became drunk as a skunk.

Well, being drunk, I snarfed up several pieces of pizza immediately--they bought a vegetarian one just for me.  I like veggies on my pizza.  The pepperoni and sausage is usually too greasy.  

Even without the meat, this pizza was greasy--it was like tossing back a shot of lukewarm mazola oil.  Instantly, I could feel that grease boiling up in the back of my throat, and I started coughing.  I thought I was gonna puke, so I went back up to my room and took some rolaids.  The puking urge passed, but  I just stayed in my room after that--I was really hot.  I put on my pjs and tried to get into sewing, but I just couldn't.

I had a huge argument on IM with my friend Dave.  And it was all over that skanky bitch T.  Forty of her does not have the value of one earth worm.  He has promised me a million and fifty times that he will not talk to me about her--since he always gets pissed when I tell him exactly what I  think of her and her choices--but somehow it always happens.

This time it was, "I know you don't care, but T. is critically ill."  I said, "I thought she was at death's door two months ago."  Then he said something about how poor T blah blah blah.  And finally, I said, "You know what?  T. is a big girl, and it was all her big girl choices that put her where she is right now.  She knew when she refused to eat and took OTC diet pills by the handfulls that these were poor choices--and she is being a HORRIBLE role model for her children.  So, while I don't wish her any ill, I sure am not going to lose any sleep over her."

Then he got really pissed and said he didn't allow anyone to attack his friends to his face, not even another friend--and I said I did NOT attack his friend.  I simply made statements of fact.  It is a FACT that she tosses back diet pills like m&ms, and it is a FACT that she leaves her children alone for days at a time with her abusive boyfriend so she can take off to fucking OREGON with some fucking TRUCKER that she just met that day in a bar and it is a FACT that she slices herself up with razor blades.  If she OR he thinks those kids don't know some of that crap, they are both stupid.  Her oldest is 14.  Kids that age see things.

So, anyhow, I got pissed.  He wanted me to call him and talk about it and I refused and went to bed.  Screw it.

The next day the faculty met at Perkins for breakfast.  I had my favorite Perkins breakfast--eggs over easy with sausage links and pancakes.  Yummy.

I felt fine, but some of the other teachers, the ones who had been up till 2 am drinking and playing cards, were hung over.  I thought we were going back to the hotel for more of our meetings, but Jay decided to release us from Perkins.  Susan said that she thought he figured the hung-over ones would be worthless anyhow...

So, I went to the Medford Furniture Outlet and looked at couches.  I am really feeling hte strong need to have something to sit on in my living room.

I took pictures of a couch and a fabric that I really liked.  I intend to post them up on here--but I don't have my camera cord with me at the moment.

After that, I went to Owatonna Shoe, where I bought a new pair of New Balance support shoes.  They are not as cushy as my old pair, but they were broken down and were making my back and feet hurt.  They had a cushier pair, but those were $120 while these were $60.  So, life is good.

After that, I went to HyVee and bought some groceries.  I talked to Dave on the way home on my cell phone, and we made up a little.

When I got home, I cooked.  I made hamburger/corn hotdish and also a beef and barley stew.

Both tasted very good.

I played Sims for a while in the afternoon.

I had not played in ages.  And it was fun to do a little of it again.

That's all I have time for now--I have to pack up and get ready to go home.

I'll do Part III later.

Comments

[holczer13.livejournal.com]

I love you....40 of her does not equal 1 earth worm!!! Great line...btw, tell Dave that your online friend in Omaha says she should lose custody of those children just for the slicing alone...wtf?!?

[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

Yep--that's what our last big fight was about. I said the kids would be so much more better off in a foster home than they would be with that idiot--but he went ballistic and started ranting about how foster homes were mostly abusive and blah blah blah.

I said that what SHE was doing was certainly abusive, and he took offense, saying that "T LOVES those children." And I said, "Love wears pretty thin sometimes, Dave. Kids need security as much as they need love. And a mom who is constantly passing out because she is so scared of getting fat that she won't eat and eats 20-30 dexatrims a day, washing them down with booze, and takes off with strange men who are into strange things for days or weeks....well, not much security there."

I will ALWAYS take the side of the kids. I don't care what sort of trauma MS Bimbo had in her life. I had my share of trauma too--and *I* don't act like a complete moron.

GRRR,

Sorry, Dave.

[the_godiva]

T is lower than slime on a slug. No way she should have custody. The cutting is sign of serious mental issues. Even if the kids aren't physically abused, it is a really bad example to them and probably causing mental abuse as in "Why does my Mom hurt herself?"

Aren't you proud you didn't get drunk and puke and have a gawdawful hangover?

I would have bought the $120 shoes. (In fact, I have.) Yes, they are twice as expensive but nothing is too expensive for my back. Plus they're probably really well made and would last so long they'd be cheaper in the long run than the cheaper shoes. (What's more expensive, buying $20 every year or buying $100 shoes that last a decade?)

I put some of my old shoes on for a wedding after having spent over a year in the really expensive and ugly shoes the chiropractor recommended for my back pain. I can't believe how awful they were. I couldn't wait for the reception to be over so I could go back to my room and take them off! I'll never go back. Now I realize how awful my shoes were and why they contributed to my back problems.

BTW I wear SAS exclusively now. I've found I can get them cheaper on eBay than the SAS store.

Re: Sorry, Dave.

[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

Yep, I'm very proud that I maintained sobriety...but I did have me a nice little buzz going on.

I am thinking that it was probably a mistake to get the cheaper shoes--my feet and calves hurt. I may have to go back and get the other pair. The were much cushier.

I used to buy SAS exclusively--but I found that they stretched out so much that my feet were sliding around in them. They were very comfortable for the first six months or so--but then, not so much.

My brother in law used to call them my "janitor shoes".

Mr Sensitivity.

haha