And Again

Another posting on the not-so-secret blog.

Update

I have posted on the secret blog. It's short and to the point

Confessions Of A Semi-Shopaholic

Melissa informed me a couple of weeks ago that she needed new clothes. Friday night I took her shopping where I work at my DSJ. I got 30 percent off this past weekend, so it seemed like a good time to go shopping. Usually the shopping scenario plays out like this:

I take one or both of the girls shopping. They pick out stuff they want. I pick out a couple of things for myself. I mentally calculate how much we are spending, then put my items back when I realize there wont be enough money for my stuff and theirs. NOT.THIS.TIME. It's so hard to work at DSJ and not yearn for the lovely spring clothes that are on the racks. The pretty pinks, lavenders, and other spring colors beckon to me. Yet, my ever practical nature always rises up to say, "Susan, you don't need anything. You can make it through another summer with the clothes you have from last year. Just get clothes for the kids. One day, you be will able to partake of all the spring glory around you". Only that day never seems to come. I always end up putting back my selections.

I went crazy this time. Oh yeah, I was a shopping freak. Melissa did get plenty of clothes. As a matter of fact, when I saw her puny selection, I sent her back to buy more!!! I don't think I have ever done that. By God, if I was going to spend all my money, I was going to do it up right. I wont be tacky and say how much we spent. But I will tell you that I will be feeling the effect of that shopping trip for a couple of weeks. Behold my spring glory.......

 

I love this purse. It's so cute!

 

These are mine....mine, mine, mine. Yay me!

So, after spending entirely too much money on Friday night. I kept a low profile for the rest of the weekend. If one must shop, one must be prepared to do penance.

Ur-Ine My Way

This past week has not been a pleasant one. There have been several "incidents" this week. Seemingly minor mishaps, but still irritating. I just finished a six-day-in-row stint at my DSJ. Needless to say, I am glad it's over with. The first night I got a clue as to how the rest of my week would be proceeding. I will be detailing the events of my week in chronological order.

Night One: About the time I clocked in, I realized I needed to pee. I decided to get a few things done, then go to the bathroom. I just didn't want to clock in and then head straight for the bathroom. By the time I realized that I REALLY needed to go, more than an hour had passed. I run to the bathroom, yank open a stall door, drop my drawers and sit. Oh what relief. The trouble began when I stood up. I felt something wet all along the back of my legs and butt. Please, let it be water, let it be water. No, it was most definitely NOT water, I saw as I turned around and looked at the seat. Someone had pissed all over the seat.....and yours truly had sat right in it. USUALLY I am a squatter. I didn't squat this time because I had to go SO VERY BADLY. I wasn't right for the rest of the night. It makes me shudder just to think about it. It.was.so.disgusting. I swear as God as my witness, I will never sit on a public toilet again. Ever, ever, again.

Night Two: Night two was an uneventful night, but I didn't want to leave it out.

Night Three/Day Four: This totally sucked because I had to stay until 11:30 pm on night three, go home, "spring" my clock forward, and get up to be there when the store opened for day four. (Don't ya just love closing and then opening, if you ever worked retail?)

Night Five: I worked a 6-10:30 shift. When I got to my department, clothes were piled EVERY-FREAKIN' WHERE!!!!! All the fitting rooms were full of clothes, there were clothes in floor, there were clothes EVERYWHERE!!!! Did I say that already? Anyway, I spent four hours doing nothing but putting clothes away, and I had to have other employees from other departments help me get my department cleaned up.

The Grand Finale(aka Night Six): I am tired. I am cranky. I am sick to death of working DSJ. It has now been days and days since I had a day off. I am near to foaming at the mouth. The lazy wench employee who left all those clothes for me to clean up on night five is there. The managers comes by my department and tells me to head over to the jerk's department when I finish with mine. She still doesn't have all her clothes put away. It's now 8pm. She has been working for FIVE hours. She has been working for FIVE hours and her clothes are still not put away. Foaming at the mouth now progresses to full fledged Tasmanian Devil behaviour, complete with unintelligible mutterings and such. How to deal with the lazy wench  employee is the question. I don't really want an out and out brawl. I decide be subtle. I went over to her department and asked her why she still had clothes that needed to be put away. She muttered a few excuses. I thought up a brilliant plan. I am telling you, that college education is paying off in ways I never imagined. I figured out that the wench is not really lazy, she just doesn't like putting clothes away. I help her do everything else, except put the clothes away. Ha ha ha!

Once her department was in reasonable order I mosy back over to my department. I see the store manager talking to her. Good, someone needs to set her straight anyway. She acts pissy towards me, but I shrug it off. I figure she is ticked because I didn't help her put those clothes away. A few minutes later she comes over to my department and accuses me of going to management and talking about her behind her back. It was on. I was NOT nice, and I was not quiet. I gave her a piece of mind which included the statement that "I am tired of cleaning up your  messes". She just ASSUMED it was me. I am old enough to know that this is just petty crap, but I was not in the mood for it. It really irks my nerves when people expect you to do your work plus theirs. I am ashamed of losing my temper...yet again. I find that cold, controlled anger is much better than blowing a gasket.

I keep saying that I am much better about letting my emotions get the best of me, yet here again I lost my cool. Then to top all that off, Keri came to me crying last night saying she wants me to quit the DSJ. That pee was a sign. I knew as soon as I sat in it, I was in for a rough week.

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I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!!!!!!!!

I just can't stand it anymore. I need to talk to you guys about some stuff. I 'm afraid to talk about it on THIS blog. So, I will be posting to my secret blog. Please email me at susiewrsthepants@aol.com to be invited. And please do it,  cuz I REALLY need some advice

I Got Six Inches Last Night.........

 

of snow you perverts!!!

This was really exciting for us here in TN as we don't get snow very often. We usually don't get six inches either.

The weather forecast called for a "light dusting" or "minor accumulations". Needless to say, we were all ecstatic when we woke up to THIS today. I made sure to slip and fall right away. I was in the front yard taking this picture when I heard the phone ring. I ran inside and immediately slipped on the tile. The third time I slipped, I went down on my knees and broke my camera. Luckily, I was able to fix it.

 

Bear with me as I post these pics for posterity. 

Well, what should you do when you wake up with six unexpected inches....of snow you freaks!!!

Keri thought it would be great fun to make a giant snowball. Not a snowman mind you, a snowball which her and Melissa named Billy. (Don't ask cuz I don't know)

 

I should have uploaded this picture before the finished snowball. Oh well. We didn't have much to do today, so we decided to bake a cake. This is our first attempt at a Pineapple Upside Down cake. It turned out yummy. 

Hope you guys had a great weekend. Everything was smooth and quiet here. No problems or unexpected visitors.

To: Readers From: Melissa

Many of you are curious to know what I think of my dad and how our visit went so I thought I would let you briefly into my world. I was not impressed that he just showed up. I don't like when people just "show up" and I felt like I was forced to see him because what kind of person would I be if I just made my dad leave after driving 8 hours to come see me. Although, I do have a mean streak like my mom, I'm not cold hearted. I was tempted to send him packing because I was furious. Also I do not like the fact that he apparently thinks he has "strong feelings" for my mom. Most kids want their parents to get back together but not me!!! I would rather go jump off the nearest bridge than see my parents get back together. I live with my mom for a reason! As far as how our visit went it just felt kind of awkward. Here is this person that is suppose to be my dad but it feels like talking to a stranger. How do you have a relationship with someone who doesn't even know who you are and hasn't been apart of your life? It's not that I don't want my dad to be apart of my life but I'm not used to him being a part of my life. He has been out of my life for so long that I almost feel like I don't need him. I'm 17 years old, I make good grades, I'm responsible and mature (not fully matured I know! I don't know everything I realize this!), I'm a hard worker, I don't do drugs, I don't get in trouble, and I'm as independent as a 17 year old can be so obviously I'm doing just fine without him so why on earth would I need him now? I am willing to forgive but it will just take some time to adjust to him being apart of my life if I ever do adjust to it.