Things I Hate July 26, 2004 ~ 11:14 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedNo, that list would be too long right now. Let’s settle for things I don’t hate.
- Rick - his softball team clinched the Division Championships today. I was there. Although later one too many beers combined with too much testosterone made him annoying, it never devolved into hate. And after we were home hanging out for a while, and the testosterone poisoning wore off and he was rational again, I remembered I love him. And told him so.
- The Youngest - because we got to spend most of the day hanging out. We painted our toenails, we did some summer math homework, we discussed the geography of Manhattan and which way is North, South, East, and West, and we played several mean games of hide & seek tag. And ran through playground sprinklers. When I left their apartment, she was reaching the whiny stage of the day, but hey, I got to go home. I would mention the Oldest, too, but she’s at camp for two weeks. But I like her, too. I guess we can keep both of them.
- My mom - yeah, like I’d ever hate her. But really, she stood up for me to my aunt this week. Because my aunt is looking for someone to blame for my cousin’s being sent to Iraq, and it seemed like Julie’s war protesting was a good place to start. So thank you, mommy. Looking over your brothers and sisters, I think I got the best part of the gene pool. Yeah, except for the bad back and knees and stuff. I’m not looking forward to that.
- Dinner. We went to a place that had killer ice cream and $1.50 pints of Coors Light. And no, I didn’t eat the ice cream while drinking the beer…much. We’ll be going back there.
Alright, ya know what, I’m gonna go for things I hate:
- While I don’t hate my aunt, I hate her misguided ideas. Look, I know your son’s going into a warzone. Don’t pick fights just to pick fights. I want him to come home, too. And I was protesting the idea of a war being fought for purposes of greed. I wasn’t protesting the troops. I was protesting them being over there for truly pointless reasons. I want them all to be home, safe with their families who love and need them. And you know what? Next protest, I am right back out there, baby. Because it’s what I believe in.
- I hate the fact that my aunt has decided to stop talking to my mother, when my mother’s responses to aunt’s insanity have been well thought out and justified. Hey, we don’t have to agree. We’re different people. No problem. But to write her own sister off because of those differences of opinion just sticks in my craw. Life is just too fucking short.
- I hate waking up to Rick’s ex’s voice on the answering machine at 8:30. WTF?!? We are sleeping! He will be playing softball later because it’s Monday and his Monday routine doesn’t vary, so why are you calling???
- Fruit flies. Why are they everywhere? Just why?
- I have to go back to work tomorrow. That blows big hairy moose cock with handles.
- Jesse, after puking on my foot on the couch yesterday, forcing me to do a laundry run, also decided to piss on the floor tiles. I cleaned it up. I used the odor remover stuff, I mopped it twice with Pine-Sol, and the little fucker did it again while I was gone today. I just scrubbed the floor but good with a brush and the odor remover stuff. Hopefully, this will put an end to the Piss Crusader.
- I am 26 and had to take breaks from playing tag. I’m not old. Where did the energy go???
Alright, I’m going to bed. Because sooner or later, it has to get better. And if I sleep through some of the sooner, the later will come faster.
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