Well hi there, nice to see you again. Yup, as usual I've fallen off the blogging tree but, I'm back. Let's play catch up.
Haven't done the go without electronics for a day yet. But I'm still on the cutting back plan. Works for me. While I've been gone Erynn turned 7 years old, Christmas came and went (the kids said it was their best ever.......good call on cutting back this year.......GO ME! *pats self on back*) and Aidan turned 10. Holy hell, how do I have a 10 year old?! I have to say and I'm NOT tooting my horn here but.....I look at pics of myself back then and pics of myself now and I think I'm aging pretty damn well. I give full credit to my kids for keeping me young. Yup, it's all on them.
Now. Let's get down to why 2015 can go suck a giant f*cking goose egg. Yup, it's sooooo good that I'm dropping F bombs like dollar bills. This year really has been a shite one so far. So, NYE my sister and her girlfriend came to visit. Lucky me, I get to start my birthday by getting up at the crack to go pick them up at the airport. Keep in mind, this is her FIRST visit home since "Emailgate 2012." Or was it 2011? I'm not even sure anymore but she hasn't been back to my house since. Technically she still wasn't - I made her stay at a hotel because I'm only SO stupid you know. Give me some credit, won't you? I'm going to cliffnotes the hell that was most of the day.....carting her around to car rental place that didn't work out, back to my house, to hotel, back to another car rental. You get the drift. Typical drama that always occur when Cheryl comes to visit. Now, mind you, we have 40-50 people coming over THAT NIGHT for our Annual NYE bash. No big deal, of course we can cater to you Cheryl. Absolutely. *insert sarcasm*
She finally gets herself into hotel and promises she's going to be back to help me get ready for party. Well, we know her and of course it ends up being bullshit. She shows back up at 9:30p saying she overslept. I'm sorry, you what now? What-ever. They stay for AN HOUR and go back to hotel. GTFO of here, I can't even take it anymore. Fine. We have a great night anyway and honestly, I'm much better off without her drama. Yay for DAY ONE of her visit.
New Year's Day. I finally get around to opening the few birthday cards that I got the night before. One of my girlfriends gives me scratch tickets and HOLY SHIT, I hit for $1,000. OMG what?!?! I immediately put it into my work bag (which is on counter, next to fridge - keep that in mind) and ask John if he can cash it the next day. (In MA, anything $1K or more has to be brought to the lottery office and cashed.) Yup, no problem. Next day, I go to get ticket. It's GONE. Um, wtduece?! We rip the entire house apart. Like APART. Take in trash from NYE, go through everything possible. My first thought is my sister b/c she is a klepto but she wasn't even at my house on New Year's Day at all so it couldn't have been her. Or so I thought. I'm going to cut this way back because I'm getting more and more pissed the more I rehash. Flash forward to Saturday. My brother comes by because he wants to talk. Says he's having a crap couple of days - I say me too. Tell him about lost ticket. He asks what kind it was, I say I have no idea BUT I have a picture of it. (Yup, flash back to Aidan telling me about the picture thing......I'm always taking pictures! LOL) He asks to see it - of course. I show him. He goes DEAD WHITE in the face and tells me he cashed it for Cheryl THE DAY BEFORE. WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! I said there's no way - she didn't know I got it and she wasn't even here. He says she WAS here - when you guys were gone (we were gone for TWO hours! TWO!!!!) she had me meet her here because she had to pick up some food she left here and then we went out to lunch. OMG. So, yes, you are reading this right. My OWN SISTER broke into my house, went through my purse, found the scratch ticket and robbed me. She then had our BROTHER cash the ticket for her. (still not sure why she didn't just cash it herself. won't ever know.) I say no problem, I'll call her right now and get the money back. She can't have spent it all. Well, here is where KARMA got her. My brother owed MA State Taxes from last year. They were garnishing his paychecks but, since he had this lottery ticket, they took the rest of the money right then and there on the spot. So the total he got out of the $1K was $274. I am devastated. I take a minute but then I call my sister and rip her a new one. I tell her I don't care what the f*ck she does with the next two days of her visit, that I do NOT want her back in my house or near me, my children, my LIFE ever again. That I'm done - this is my last straw. I tell her that she is disgusting, that I am done trying, that after everything I have been through with her I cannot believe she would do this to ME. She doesn't even try to deny, doesn't apologize, nothing. I say goodbye and I give my brother the phone. He basically says the exact same thing but lays into her about robbing her own sister and having the balls to involve HIM in it. So, we're both done. I've deleted her off of my FB account, I've blocked her, I am done. There is NO coming back from this. She didn't just rob from me, she stole from my FAMILY. I can take hurt feelings, I can take when you do something to ME and recover. But when you f*ck with my children?! Oh no, you can go f*ck yourself now. As I was asking some of my close friends to unfriend her on FB (because I don't want her having ANY access to me) they told me she spent the rest of her trip posting pics of her and Amanda captioning them with lovely things such as "Best trip home ever" and the like. That's AMAZING. You just lost what little family you had and that is how you react. Good for you you f*cking psycho. Game. Over. Enjoy the rest of your life alone. I hope the $274 was worth it.
Next.........Jan 5th, first day back to work after a fantastic (except for that little debacle with my sister) THREE weeks of vacation. I work a 13 hour day and then I head home. Only to get into a frigging car accident. My first EVER. OMG. I couldn't even believe it. I got t-boned in a rotary. Un-frigging-believable. It took two weeks to get the car appraised and get the money ($4K worth of damage!) and now my poor car is in the shop. I'll hopefully have it back by this Saturday and I'm PRAYING there are no ill side effects from the accident. I love that car. As for me - oh, you know - just a little whiplash. I'm in PT for that now too - just add it to the list.
So, that, THAT, my friends is why 2015 better just move on up from here on out. If bad things come in 3's, I'm more than happy to have gotten mine over from the jump. Please and thank you!
