Wicked Attitude

I’ve been MIA lately, sorry about that.  Miss me?  Didn’t think so.  HA!  It’s another rambling post so settle in kittens.

I have this massive procrastination problem in finishing projects.  We began painting our great room on October 13th and finally finished like 3 weeks later.  The actual wall painting part took a few days but it was the trim and the open stairs and 5000 spindles that took forever.  Semi gloss is a real bitch and more than a few times I wanted to dump the can of paint over the head of the douche at Home Depot that recommended it.  But now that it’s all done, it looks great.  That’s not even the procrastination I was talking about either.  I have this habit of undertaking a massive project like that and then when you get to that very end part like putting your pictures back in order and getting everything tidy, I just fizzle out and the place remains in disarray.  So it took the threat of company to finally get everything where it needs to be…on this level.  Don’t look in the guest room because that’s where all of the stuff is that I couldn’t find a home for down here.  I am looking forward to digging into that and getting stuff in it’s place.  I’m in a pitching kind of mood so nothing in the house is safe. 

Something that made me laugh out loud today?  Sarah Palin being interviewed while turkeys were being slaughtered behind her.  Maybe think of where you are standing next time honey.

I was reading this other girl’s blog that was talking about school dances.  I couldn’t help but think back to the few I attended back in the day.  I say few because I quickly realized they all had the same formula which I wasn’t into… cliques all gathered in judgment of other cliques and some girl ALWAYS ended up in the bathroom crying.  The last one I attended, I was the girl in the bathroom crying.  I was there with a guy who was about 3 years older than me and I think he’d said or done something that was confusing to me as far as his feelings were concerned and I didn’t want to be there anymore.  I kind of sat there at a table watching him dance with random people because if there was music, he was dancing.  Just pray he didn’t sing.  It sounded like what I’d imagine dogs being electrocuted sounds like.  I finally couldn’t take it and was the pathetic crying girl in the bathroom with the gaggle of friends following behind me telling me what an ass he was.  I got into some verbal war of words with a supposed friend and off she went with her cronies to try and take him from me.  Have at it sister. 

I went back into the dance to find said “friend” and cronies dancing around him.  I sat at the table silently crying tears of rage trying not to bring scalping back when this cheerleader approached me and sat down and asked what was wrong.  I told her nothing.  She said it wasn’t fair that I was sitting around crying while people were having fun and I spilled my guts to her.  She wasn’t in my clique, she was a Senior and I was a freshman and she had no reason to threaten to go kick the ass of both the friend and man who did me wrong but she did and she asked for nothing in return.  It was just a kick ass chick who was trying to cheer up a stranger.  She then proceded to go over to him and call him an asshole for “dumping a great girl like her [me] to be dancing with skanks like that.”  She walked by me and smiled and from then on we always said hi to each other in the hall.  Idiot requested a song and came over as Crazy for You by Madonna came on and yanked me on the floor.  I remember that dance like it was yesterday and I still can’t really listen to that song even 20 years later because it brings back that whole night and the trauma he put me through.  But I thank him for being such an ass because it showed me what I could end up with if I settled and didn’t respect myself and when I was with him, I didn’t.  I held men to a much higher standard after that and thankfully 3 years later I met the man I would marry, at my work.  I found someone who loved, respected, cared for me and was a true friend.  The next time I went to a “school” dance after that it was Senior prom…with my future husband.