spring fever =- total random thoughts

I've got spring fever. I want a yard. The balcony was bad enough last spring, I can already tell this year will be equally as unsatisfying.

A line from a random movie I watched tonight: It is better to feel too much, than not enough. Okay, I am sure someone, somewhere, said it better than Bruce Willis or whoever that actor was...anyway....It made me wonder. I'm still not sure if I agree or not.

Today there will be no quote. I have had a very strange image that keeps popping up in my sick mind, so I will post a thought for the day

Thought for the day: Midgets wearing makeup

I want to scream

I need a Disney trip, really bad. My job is a little nerve racking, right now. The weather is going from snow one day to the 60 degrees the next. My hair is getting more gray every day. George Bush is a moron. I miss my brother. Dating sucks (but we've already covered that.)

Okay, so now what? I don't think there is enough SoCo in the whole wide world to fix this. Nope, not even retail therapy can help. Well, a new Coach bag might make a girl smile a little. But for the most part, I am frazzled. The little peon computer geek I work with is being a complete booger. But that's really nothing new. He is always an ass.

So, this weekend, I will party. Not the drinking, smoking, kind of party. A real party. I am going to a birthday party at the "blow up jumpy" place. Yes, I will post pictures. I know it will be a fun time. Jumping around in a blow up house. Yee-effin-haw!!

It snowed!!

It snowed this weekend. Nothing sticking to the roads, just the eperfect white stuff for snowballs. Yeah, I lost. Duh. We hit up the malls and did some shopping. The dang malls were packed. Hot Topic was full of creepy gothic kids. I love my normal kids.

Scaring me...

This picture totally freaks me out! Isn't there a phobia out there for this, Dali? I don't like hanging around those plastic people at the mall, either.

The end is near

Lil' llama's last ball game is tomorrow. Thank Dali!!!!

As any proud mother would, I love to see my child perform. She has been in show choir, along with years of cheerleading. I absolutely adore watching her "live - in action."

IT'S THE BITCH ASS MOTHERS THAT I CAN'T STAND. I have endured endless hours of meaningless chit-chat, while I have paid good money to watch a game and my child. And that's the "good" moms. You know, the ones that will actually speak to me. Then there's that other group of moms. The pretentious, stuck-up, overweight, bad hair dye...I could go on forever. They only speak when it's convenient to them, when no one else is around, or they need something from you.

Tonight I had a bad experience. (Ya think?) There is this one mom, in particular. I have no use for this woman whatsoever. Wouldn't even piss on her if she was on fire. She has been nothing but rude to me in the past. Tonight, for some strange reason, she decided she would try to chum up with me. Ain't happenin' skank. I wasn't very warm to her advances. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't crude or anything like that, I just wasn't taking her bait. Like I said, no use for her.

Well, I guess my "attitude" didn't go over to well with her, because she complained to the coach that "Vicki's mom sure is mad tonight" WTF??? Those who know me...well, if I am mad, there is no question about it. There will be no need to inform someone else, cause everyone around will know.

With every ounce of southern charm inside me, I let her know (by loudly explaining behind her back) "I'm not mad, I just don't like that fat ass."

I think I got my point across. If I didn't, who cares. The last game is tomorrow. I will never have to deal with this mother again. My problem is solved. Her problem still exists. She will be ugly until the day she dies.