Three weeks ago I bought a new mattress and low profile box spring. They had to order it so I didn’t really think too much about the box spring or its construction until we got it home but I knew the second we took the box spring out of the truck that there was no way in hell it was going to hold me up.

They may call them a box spring but the fact is there is no metal or spring to it whatsoever. All it was was a 1×1 frame with a single 1×1 runner in the middle and 1/8 inch pressed sawdust to put the mattress on and the whole thing was covered with matching fabric.

Needless to say, it broke in 2 days.

We had put my old mattress and real box spring outside to go to the dumpster in spring and it had already gotten snowed on but we dragged it back inside and let it dry out and after 2 days put it on the bed frame.

Needless to say that was not working worth a shit for a couple reasons. One thing is that the old box spring with the new mattress made my bed too tall and another reason is that it made the bed hard has a rock and my back went out immediately.

I have been miserable with my back since this whole debacle started.

At this point, I have abandoned the old box spring and returned the new one to the store and gotten some money back for it. The store was nice and offered to get me a new one but I said no, just give me a refund.

I have bought and am using a new type of bed frame that eliminates the need for any type of box spring or foundation.

Unfortunately, that hasn’t helped my back one bit. Every day is a struggle to move until after I spend an hour with an ice pack on my back.

I guess this is all the revenge of bed for having to hold my fat ass up.

Ever have someone say something that is just so fucking asinine that it makes you instantly livid?

The other night my husband was talking about work and he made said the most ridiculous thing……he was talking about working on Saturdays (which happens a lot) and commented that the one woman didn’t want to work Saturdays and then he said he could understand that.

SAY WHAT?! I was instantly pissed off and let him know it. I said since when do YOU understand that?! You haven’t cared all these years that I want to spend time with you when you’ve worked over 80 days straight including Sundays!!! He said well it’s different for the husband I guess.

I GUESS SO.

Idiot!

Ok, ok “little people” or whatever they want to be called.

What the fuck is with TLC having tons and tons of TV shows about “little people”. Is this is the modern day version of a circus sideshow or what?!

I swear there must be at least 6 shows about midgets on there.

Crazzy!

She never returned the phone and after a week she called him and they are back together now (insert your own LOLs here).

They still have not met and he continues to whine to me. I turn off the IM a lot because I don’t want to deal with him and his fantasy world.

Here’s the biggest LOL from my perspective. He just turned 22 and friends of his had a party for him. He left the party early to “get laid” because she called saying she was in the bathtub waiting for him. I guess times have changed–now using your own hand counts as getting laid?!

YES I AM YELLING

THERE SHOULD BE A LAW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOPLE WHO SMELL BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO LAZY TO TAKE A SHOWER OR BATH AND/OR WASH THEIR FUCKING CLOTHES SHOULD BE THROWN IN THE OCEAN AND USED AS SHARK BAIT!!!!!!!!!!

HOW CAN STINKY PEOPLE NOT KNOW THEY STINK?!

I HATE STINKY PEOPLE!

Last August, I posted asking what love is and I told about these people that met online in a game and who were so in love blah blah blah…..

Over this time, I have been talking to the guy on IM though I really actually wanted to get to know the lady she was never able to be online.

The guy (kid) is 21 and I know that just based on things he said to me, if I were this lady I would’ve run screaming because this kid is a MAJOR control freak. Any time she wouldn’t answer the phone when he thought she should he was telling me how he didn’t trust her etc. etc. One time they were fighting and it looked like they might never get together, he told me he going to kill himself and was having a major personal pity party. Though I talked to him about this and told him how fucking stupid that idea was I never really came out and said GROW UP (but I should have).

Fast forward a bit to December. They still have not met in person, she has no job, has 3 kids, and LIVES WITH HER MOM (she’s 38 by the way) and can’t talk to him on the phone or IM because it’s her mom’s phone and her mom isn’t letting her see the messages he sends LOL did I mention this woman is 38 and LIVES WITH HER MOM?! So he bought her a cell phone and put her on his cell plan and mailed her this phone. She didn’t get it soon enough to suit him and he was all freaked out because he couldn’t talk to her and on and on. Finally she got the phone and it seemed all was well.

Fast forward to last week. Mr. Control Freak messages me that she “broke up” with via text message. LOLOLOL Can’t say I didn’t see that coming because they never did meet in person yet they were picking baby names and according to him they were exclusive, going to get married, etc. Seemed she always had an excuse why she couldn’t go to meet him (like her kids being in school for example, which is a good excuse). He wasn’t able to go meet her because he works 7 days a week but yet he thought that she should be able to leave her kids behind in Texas and go to him in Pennsylvania. I told him on more than one occasion that if she was a good mom she’d never do that–kids come first. He didn’t like that either but oh fucking well. He thought he should come first if she “really” loved him

She still has the cell phone he bought her (which he had been calling continuously before they broke up at all times of the day and night and then would get mad if it was turned on but she didn’t answer). Supposedly she’s mailing the phone back to him but yet he is still obsessively calling the phone to see if it’s turned on because he is convinced that if he can just talk to her she’ll change her mind. I told him that the Nile isn’t just a river in Egypt.

In my opinion, he was a bit of a stalker when it came to her. He HAD to know where she was every minute and was paranoid when she didn’t call at the prescribed time he had determined. It’s a bit scary really.

Well….it’s gotten more scary now that they have broken up.

Apparently, I have become a bit of a surrogate mom for him but also he has some transference issues of putting things on me that have to do with the lady that dumped him. I don’t know if it’s because she and I are of similar ages he thinks I should be able to answer for her or what but it’s gotten weird.

I don’t always turn my IM on when I turn on the computer. Some days, I don’t turn it on at all. Not for any reason–I just don’t think of it or don’t do it and some days I just don’t want to talk to anyone. Yesterday, I didn’t think to turn my IM on and I was playing Guild Wars (which is where I met these 2) and all of a sudden he messaged me in game and said are you ignoring me now. I was surprised to see him in-game because he hasn’t played pretty much since August anyway–neither of them have. I said no why and he said you don’t have you IM on. I said oh–didn’t get that far yet.

Uh oh…………………has he transferred his stalking behavior onto me? God I hope not. All I need is some snot nosed kid worrying about my comings and goings.

Yikes!

Unreal, totally unreal.

I discovered today that it is NOT the dog that has been peeing on her blanket–it’s the newest cat! I know already that he is going to have to go and I am going to have to live with the heartbreak of giving him up.

I’m really not over giving up the other one and still want to go get him back.

I can’t handle this, I really can’t.

And then there’s the guilt….of scolding and/or spanking the dog for peeing her blanket when SHE didn’t do it!!!!

And it’s my DOG!

Actually, it’s also the new cat I adopted too. The cat is a garbage digger and though it seems he has quit getting into the garbage, he has gotten the dog started doing it instead! Today I am not in a good mood anyway–it’s just one of those days where you wake up pissed off and stay that way.

I had to leave for a while and come home to a huge fucking mess of garbage strung all over the kitchen that the dog took out of the garbage can. My husband also gets some blame on this because until a couple months ago, we always put the garbage can up on the counter because the dog would get into it. He decided to buy a lidded garbage can and leave it down on the floor. Since then, the dog getting into the garbage has been a problem because the lid isn’t a fucking deterrent to her at all, she can just take it off! I realize having the garbage can up on the counter isn’t great but it’s a fuck of a lot better than cleaning up messes and having the dog walking around with something hanging out her ass that she ate and cant’ pass all the way through which is what happened yesterday so then I had to get hold of it and pull it out her ass shit and all–real nice ***GAG***

Besides that, the dog has also recently started pissing on her blanket she has in the kitchen to lay on when we leave. I’ve had fucking enough of that too! I don’t know why she’s started peeing her blanket, other than spite because mom left her for a while and I don’t care why but I do know she’s going to end up living her fucking ass outside for good! If I can get rid of a cat I love for peeing in my house, the dog will soon find out the same fucking thing no matter how much I love her!

What is with these fucking animals thinking they need to piss in my fucking house?! I put up with that for 17 years with a cat and I will NEVER do it again regardless of the love factor!

My husband better never start pissing in the house anywhere other than the toilet or he’ll find his ass out the door too!!!!

Needless to say when I got home and found the kitchen mess today, I scolded the dog, spanked her ass, and threw her outside. When I let her in, I locked her in the kitchen with NO blanket where she can stay until her dad gets home 6 hours from now!!!!!!

Today while waiting in line at Wal-Mart this announcement came over the speaker: Would the lady looking for the Wizard of Oz please come back to electronics….AGAIN would the lady looking for the Wizard of Oz, please come back to electronics.

I looked at the customer next to me and said that the lady that was looking for the Wizard of Oz should have just followed the yellow brick road!

It’s just time to say ENOUGH to “that” friend who is nothing but a fucking pain in my ass.

No matter what I say to her, it’s wrong and I’m some how judging her. She does nothing but whine about how horrible she feels (HYPOCHONDRIAC) but if I ask about her health then I’m judging her. WTF?! I’m just so over it, sick of it, whatever.

She brings nothing but fucking aggravation to my life and really, what’s the point?!

NOTHING!

I’m so done.