my3sonsalways

Life with C2 is always DRAMA.  I realize that he is only 22 and I understand that he hasn't found 'his true calling' in life, but sometimes I wish he could just make up his damn mind and settle down.

For the last 6 months he has been sharing an apartment with a female roommate and no, they are not romantically involved.  This arrangement was made because her previous roommate up and left her in the middle of the night leaving her with a 2 bedroom apartment and  C2's then roommate managed to get them evicted for providing bad checks for rent 3 months in a row.  C2 at the time was just starting his real estate career and new roommate was a student at the local community college.  Before moving in, they discussed how life would be and agreed that they were both serious about their current endeavors and were too mature to have rowdy, drunken parties every night of the week.  Did I mention that she is 19? Drama...

So..... within the first two months, C2 was griping and complaining and spending the night at our house because she was a loud, drunken idiot and her little friends were always over and keeping him up all night.  Unfortunately he was stuck because there was no room at the inn.  He stuck with the roommate but somewhere along Christmas time and the overnight failure of the real estate market, C2 became disillusioned and depressed because his dreams were falling apart.  So, he decided to become a body builder.  Now, because his parents are the world's biggest SUCKERS, we had agree to 'help' him while he got his real estate business up and running.  In other words, he was on the payroll... Drama...

After a couple of months of doing absolutely nothing except working out and 'building his body', his Dad and I started to get a little testy about his lack of employment.  In March we put our foot down and told him that the gravy train was no longer going to roll and he needed to decided what he wanted to be when he grows up because he only had one more month until we considered him a grown up.  In true C2 fashion, during that month he decided to become a personal trainer, a fireman, an apartment leasing agent and a lifeguard.  He became none of the above and with the deadline quickly approaching a couple of weeks ago he decided that he wanted to be just like his daddy and thus went to work for Hubby full time.  Drama...

After the first week, life seemed to be settling down and going along just fine and he was showing up at the house every single morning at 5:00 am to ride to work with Hubby.  Until last Wednesday.  When C2 went to leave for work the roommates car was parked behind his in their single driveway and when he went to get her up to move it he discovered that she had not come home.  After several attempts of trying to reach her, he called his Dad to come get him and he was one unhappy camper.  His roommate finally called him around lunch time and they apparently had words and she told C2 to pack his bags.  To my surprise when I got home from work, Hubby and C2 had moved all of his things into storage and he was going to be sleeping on my couch.  Drama...

On Friday afternoon Hubby and C2 came home very late from work.  When questioned where they had been, Hubby told me that he took C2 and rented him an apartment.  He said he would rather pay a deposit and first month's rent to get him his own place than to have to work with him and live with him too!  So we spent this weekend moving him in and getting him comfy.  It is actually a very nice apartment (and he can afford it alone) and the whole community is very nice.  It looked like a bunch of young working adults and we didn't see any kids all weekend.

As we are moving C2 in, Hubby was driving the rental truck and C2 was riding with me.  He told me about this girl he had met the day before while looking at apartments and he had a date with her on Saturday night.  He told me she was 'older' and she was really hot, but, "this might come as a shock to you Mom" but she has sleeves.  Nice.  Can't wait to introduce her to your grandparents.  He told me not to worry, he was only going out with her to make M jealous.  You guys must remember M, right?  Surely you remember THIS.  I didn't realize that he was still seeing her and he told me that they have been seeing each other off and on for the whole year.  For some reason when one of them wanted to be serious the other didn't and so on and so on.  She has now decided that she wants to be serious but he has decided to play a little hard ball to make sure she is serious.  Drama...

We drive on and I am listening to his little story but not really listening because I just didn't really care, when he throws this one out there: "And I think she might be pregnant and I am hoping that she decides not to have an abortion and keeps it because I think I am really ready to have something permanent in my life and I would love to have a kid and someone to take care of to give meaning and purpose in my life and to give me a reason for getting up every day and busting my ass and working for a reason, not just to get by."

SCCCRRRRREEEEEECCCCCHHHHHHH....    Um, can you repeat that?

Actually my response was, "Cool, always wanted a porn star grandchild."  To which he responded, "Um, can you repeat that?"  And I said "never mind."  Then we had the serious talk about responsibilities and stepping up to the plate and this doesn't mean you have to get married, etc. and then I went home and thought long and hard about it.  And maybe it's not the perfect way to bring a child into the world, and maybe it will just be a scare and there won't be a baby, but, sit down and hold on to your hats folks, I think I am ready and would love to be a grandmother and I know that I will step up to the plate.

Just don't go calling me grandma - GOT IT!

C3 had to take the TAKS science test yesterday and the social studies one today, which I pretty much blew off worrying about.  Remember the big fiasco about his "in danger of failing the math portion" and they wanted to take him out of choir for the extra tutorial?  Well he passed the math portion so Yippee Skippee he gets to go to ninth grade next year.  Tutorial class obviously didn't help much since he just passed it by only 12 points, but who am I to judge?  So Wednesday I get an email from the school (which I happen to like better than the old days when they sent notes home with the kids because I NEVER got those) with suggestions on how to make your child succeed at the testing.  You know, like a good mother should, make your child a healthy, nutritious breakfast, make them go to bed early the night before  and try to remove stress from their lives, etc...  WTFever?  Am I like a rookie here or what?

Anyway, so as in the tradition of TAKS test day, yesterday I actually made C3 breakfast (eggs, toast and bacon with a glass of milk and a glass of OJ, thankyouverymuch) instead of making him fend for himself as I scream from my room, "Don't forget to brush your teeth!"  "DID you put deodorant on today?"  Today - "Do I need to make you breakfast AGAIN?"  Thankfully he declined.  Mom of the year, yep that would be ME!

So he gets home from school yesterday and he calls me like the good child that he is (or because he is the only one that still fears me?):

C3  "Mom, I think I aced that science test today."

Me  "That's great son!"

C3  "Ya, it was easy I knew everything. But boy am I tired."

Me  "Must have been that breakfast I cooked for you!"

C3  "Ya, whatever, you wouldn't believe how tired I am.  It really drained me."

Me  "I'm sorry, were you in there all day?"

C3  "It felt like it but I finished the test in about two hours."

Me  "That's good, that doesn't seem too bad."

C3  "It made me so tired Mom, I don't think I have ever been this tired."

Me  "That blows."

C3  "No, it was hard! After I finished the test then I had to stay in there for 3 hours doing nothing.  Do you know how hard it is to just sit and do nothing for 3 hours? It can totally wipe you out!"

Me  "Ya, that sucks, I hate doing nothing."

C3  "Seriously, it just was really, really hard to do nothing.  I think I need to go take a nap."

Me  "Hmmm... maybe what you really need is some activity to wake yourself up!  I tell you what, why don't you do the dishes, vacuum, clean your room, make your bed, take out the trash and then you will have more energy."

C3  "Bye Mom"

Me  "Hey C3"

C3  "Ya?"

Me  "Nice try, but you gotta remember, this ain't my first rodeo!"

April sucked.  I was just looking over my blogs from April - what a downer I've been...  I'm surprised you people kept coming back.  Pity Party so over.  Enough of that - let's have a Merry May!  Only good things and sunshine - right?

Whatever.  I just won't be such a BIG downer, maybe just a little one.

Seriously, I know how lucky I am I didn't get shot when I lost control with the lady in the minivan.  I've never done anything like that before, maybe been extremely bitchy to a clerk or sales person when the customer service sucked or something like that, but even as mean and evil as I am, that was bad.  That was bad enough for confession.  Not that I am going to start going to confession because it's Merry May, WTF, but I will confess it in my private talk with the Big Guy (and no, not my boss, he is the other big guy).

So let's talk American Idol...  Last week was the first week that I watched this season because excuse me The Biggest Loser was on!  I didn't need to see any of it though because I have already decided the winner, well I've decided WHO should be the winner but I think that the real winner (who doesn't deserve it) will be someone else.  I was a little disappointed in the bottom two last night, Brooke deserved to be there (and definitely it was past time for her to go) but I didn't think Sayesha should have.  I happen to think she has a good voice (not the winner) but she did a much better 'show' than than dread-locked duffus that just sat there.  He SUCKED!  He deserved to be in the bottom two for sure with Brooke and her strumming a guitar and not moving but singing "I'm a Believer" - uh, hello, Ms. I Have NO Rhythm, have you ever HEARD that song before?  It's a pick me up song, not a stand there and strum your guitar song!  Simon was right - Nightmare!  So who do you think will go next and who do you think will win?

TV just sucks right now.  That stupid writer's strike screwed everything up.  I used to have at least one show that I wanted to watch every night of the week, now the only shows I want to see are all on THURSDAY - AT THE SAME TIME!  WTH is up with that?  How am I supposed to sit down and relax and enjoy all of them when I am wondering what is happening on the other channel?  And then last Thursday, or maybe the one before, I can't remember, anyway, we have this HUGE ass storm and the TV kept breaking in with weather updates.  Like, okay there's a tornado, when I hear the siren I'll duck, enough already, quit interrupting my shows!  But, the ones I recorded - all I got was more weather.  That made for a really bad mood.  So tonight I have to watch Earl, The Office, Grey's, Lost and ER or something bad will happen like the world will implode and then what?  So what are your fav shows?

Now, wasn't this much better?

I got home from work about 6:30 Monday night and there was a message from "Brenda" at the cardiologist's office telling me to give her a call she had the results of my tests.  About friggin time...  So first thing yesterday morning at 8 am, I start calling the doctor's office but the call wouldn't go through.  After about 10 attempts and hearing this funky clicking noise and then a disconnection, I decided it must be my cell phone so I called my house and it worked.  Hmmm...  Got to work about 8:45 and called the doctor and it won't go through... tried 3 more times and then finally getting this clicking noise and then someone answered!  This person was either in a really deep, deep hole in the ground or answering from somewhere like Antarctica because there was this huge echo.  She let's me know that they don't open until 9 am. 

I called at 9:02 and after spending what seemed like an HOUR pushing this number or that number and then actually HANGING UP and calling back to hit '0', finally got a live person at 9:15.  As you might have guessed "Brenda" was busy with another doctor's patients and they would have her call me back.  After repeating my name THREE times and leaving my cell phone number, I then sat all day waiting for a return call.  I am starting to have concerns about this office - I mean, seriously, their patients are HEART patients, WTF?

At 4:45 I decided to give "Brenda" one more shot.  Used my little ol' brain and as soon as the automated system answered I hit "0", got a live person and asked to speak to "Brenda".  Miracle upon miracles, the call was sent right through and "Brenda" answered the phone.  Excuse me, but why exactly had I been waiting all day if she is sitting at her friggin desk?  Anyhow, I got the results...

The good news is I'm not going to croak at any moment and I will be treated with the current medications that I am on.  The bad news is that I do have coronary artery disease in my left ventricular artery (say that three times).  So, at least now I have an answer.  Don't know what I am exactly supposed to do or feel about that answer, but there it is. 

The whole medication thing is starting to piss me off.  I am currently on six different medications.  Of those, we know that one makes me want to vomit 24/7 and I can't seem to eat.  Which makes me wonder WHY THE HELL HAVEN'T I LOST ANY WEIGHT?  Five out of the six medications have a label that reads either drowsiness or dizziness may occur.  I will actually be finished with one pill in about 3 days, so that leaves only 4 that make me tired.  I think the combination of ALL of them is making me feel like shit.  When I feel like shit, I get kind of mean and ugly.  I've been mean and ugly a whole bunch lately.  I think it may be getting out of control...

You know that one of my biggest pet peeves is bad driving and bad drivers.  I believe I have ranted about this before.  Yesterday as I was exiting the highway (with my right blinker ON), there was a car coming up the access road who chose to clearly IGNORE the BIG YELLOW YIELD SIGN and almost hit me.  I slammed on my brakes to avoid a wreck and then she had the NERVE to flip me off in her rearview mirror.  Steam was coming out of my ears I was so pissed off.  Unfortunate for her when I rolled up to the red light she was sitting right next to me.  I rolled my window down and started trying to get her attention (a little loudly).  She finally rolled her window down and I say:

"You know that triangular YELLOW SIGN that says YIELD?  That means that YOU are supposed to YIELD to the traffic coming off the highway."

She points her finger at me and says, "THAT yield sign was for YOU!"

So I retorted "NO BITCH, you might want to go back to Driving 101, because that YIELD sign is for YOU and other people on the side road.  It is there so that YOU YIELD to the FASTER traffic coming OFF the fuggin (sorry gals, broke that promise not to use the real word here) highway and YOU don't cause a wreck and KILL somebody LIKE YOU JUST ALMOST KILLED ME, YOU DUMBASS!" And then I promptly rolled up my window.  Now tell me that that's not just a little out of control - scared even me!  Thank God she didn't have a gun in that minivan...

Thankfully I have calmed down since then and am now only a little weepy, hoping the drugs for THAT kick in real quick.  Here's why, just received this email from my Mom:

Sweetheart,

As you get older I see how much more alike you are like your dad.  He had that arrhythmia since he was in his 40's.  Whether you know it or not you were always his favorite.

I don't think he would have had a heart attack like he did if that ulcer didn't burst because they never did find any problems with his arteries being blocked.

I love you and if you take care of yourself you will live to be as old as I am.

Love, Mom

Damn Mom...

I certainly appreciate everyone's concern, it is a good feeling to know that somewhere out there I have people that actually care about me!  I am still alive and kicking...

The meds for the UTI seemed to be working and I don't think the 36 almost straight hours of sleep hurt.  Not that I want anyone to think I am witnessing here or have really flipped my lid, but after having a MAJOR pity party and crying my eyes out on the way home from the doctor on Thursday, I just gave it all up to God and prayed really, really hard.  It was just time for me to do that.  I think he has answered my prayers and I honestly am feeling better.  I would almost say that I feel human today.

I went to bed Thursday around noon and except for getting up to go to the bathroom or rolling over to take one med or another, I did NOT get out that bed until Saturday morning.  I still didn't feel too hot, but I managed to stay awake until around 3:00 before I went back down, and pretty much stayed in the bed until yesterday morning.  Then I got myself up, got dressed and went to church, went to my mother's and ordered 13 pizza's, gave my nieces their birthday manicure and pedicure:

Even though I was tired and wanted to take a nap when I got home, I decided that I needed to get back into action so I did some laundry, went to the grocery store and made dinner for the first time in what seems like forever.  I am tired today but I must be getting used to all the meds because not once have I wanted to crawl under my desk - that's a good sign.

The slowing down on the smoking is working and I only seem to run into a problem when I am alone.  Maybe I need an imaginary friend or something....

So I have been tagged by Mrs. K and Sarah so here ya go:

These are the rules. Link the person who tagged you. Mention the rules in your blog. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours. Tag 6 more bloggers by linking them. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

1.  I don't drink milk.  I cannot remember the last time that I drank a glass of milk, probably when I was a child and my mother wouldn't let me leave the table until the milk in my glass was gone.  YUK!

2.  I don't eat eggs.  If something with eggs in it (in egg form, not mixed like in cakes) touches my tongue my body automatically begins the gag reflux and 9 times out of 10 I will puke.  Doesn't matter if the eggs are smashed and you can't see them or if they are chunks, cannot do it, won't do it, EVER.

3.  I have 15 pairs of flip flops.

4.  I have 30 pairs of black shoes.

5.  I have 10 pair of black pants.

6.  I don't particularly like the color black, it's just simple.

So now I must tag someone, so.... I tag Aimee, Floozer, Tricia, Not so June and Joisey so there you go.