Dagnabit.
Aug 22, 2009 Friendship, Ranteriffic, Relationships, The Tarably Wicked Show
Happy Saturday!
I am just taking a moment after a knock-down-drag-out fight with my husbands accumulated nonsense on his side of the bedroom to purge some shat. Nothin’ major… it’s just when people are fucking both awesome and asshole at the same time (not the same people) it is like thunder rumbling.
Last night was our weekly Friday Night Girls Night. It is growing to be the thing that I look forward to all week long. At first it was a me, Charli and Tarable exclusive thing but has evolved into a bunch of really awesome ladies and a HenrySan who finds pleasure in feeding us pineapple/vodka shots all night. (Dagnabit! Henry!)
What I love is that I have something POSITIVE to look forward to. We don’t spend a lot of money to host it. We pick a new, healthy recipe and everyone brings a little bit with them to put up to make enough. I also love that Charli is so comfortable there. She has a wonderful time with the ladies, and that gives D and Xavier a much needed guys break.
What is going to be awesome about it in the future is when we organize games and other fun stuff to do. I want to do pedis and trivia and something holiday themed. I wanna be an old bitty with my girls every Friday … old as hell … gossiping my ass off. Yeah, I said it. A bitch loves to gossip.
Anyway… last night’s get together was an interesting one. Apparently Tarable thought it would be appropriate to go behind my back and have all these lovelies organize a surprise for me. PS I am not a fan of surprises. Tara made me the cutest card, which they all signed BEHIND MY BACK and gave me some of the most beautiful flowers. Evah.
It was a celebratory FNGN. A “We are so proud of you” party. It was so awesome that my ladies thought to congratulate me on my book publishing. On the fact that I really have started making my own dream come true. That kind of support is priceless. Those kinds of friendships are irreplaceable.
With that, I say “Thanks ladies! I love you!”
This last piece of business is a necessary evil. If you know… then you know. If you are completely lost, then it is good that you are.
I am not surprised anymore that you didn’t respond. I am even less surprised at your fake fucking canned commentary. Thank Goddess that I know now and not later after investing in “YOUR” dream that really… you are the most manipulative person I have ever met.
What sucks the most is who have followed you. Because if I haven’t already lost them … I can see the line in the sand being drawn slowly, and they are going to pick sides. I wouldn’t ever be the one to draw it but I will be the one to dig my feet deep into the side that I believe in. If it has to be that way, then so be it. When they come to see your true colors… I will be standing there waiting to tell them “I told you so!” first before hugging them.
That is how I motherfucking roll.
You are fucking with the wrong group of bitches. Believe that. When you can man up and hit reply or “call back” and hash shit out with me like I attempted to do with you, I will be here to reciprocate. Until then, good riddance. I am not interested in canned, templated or fake-as-hell commentary any longer. Be real for once. You would be surprised at the response you get from others.
Fin.
Tags: flowers, friday night, girls night, manipulation, stupid, Submissive Confessions
Hi Hater!
Jan 21, 2009 Friendship, Random, Ranteriffic, Relationships, Thoughts and Perceptions, Wicked Wisdoms
For those of you who know me, I am an extremely sentimental person. I reflect on my past a lot, and really revel in the times that I am able to reconnect with someone from my past. I can’t help it, because it is who I am. Part of my hard wiring. You also may already know about my 4 years served in the military. That time period in my life is something that I hold near and dear to my heart. I grew so much in that period of my life. I connected with lovers, friends and myself.
Furthermore, if you have partied with me… you also know that 99% of the time, I am a fun drunk. A happy, flirty, loveable drunk. I dont do drama. If I am out, it is kick it time. I dont get many of these moments to really let loose, so the last motherfucking thing I want to deal with is a dramafest. Not mine, not yours, not anybodies.
Where are you going with this, you ask? Well I will tell you. Heh.
This weekend I went on an overnight trip with Tarable and her mom for her mom’s birthday. Girls only, drunk fun. We rode the ferry over to a beautiful resort/casino and stayed in the Presidential Suite as if we were rock stars. We all kind-of needed to deflate for our own separate reasons, but it worked. We drank and ate and dolled the fuck up to go gamble on our coin-starred change.
When we arrived, we passed 2 guys. I immediately recognized him, but I could not put his face with where I knew him from. We stepped into the elevator and started our girls trip. I totally forgot about me running into him and commenced to vodka-ing with my girls. After hours in the casino, we made our way back to our room. Wasted. Like blurry wasted. As we were stumbling down the hallway, I ran into this guy again. This time, my endless shots of Stolichynaya jogged loose the brain cell that connected what time period he came from.
The Navy. The USS Carl Vinson, to be exact.
“Oh SHIT!” I slurred. “Daniel Floyd!” (Name changed to not get sued or whatever happens to people who use real names without expressed consent)
“I thought I knew you.” he smiled.
“OMG!! How have you been?! What have you been up to since you got out?”
“BlahBlahBlah… YakkitySchmakkity”
Some more “BlahBlahs and YakkitySchmakkitys” commenced before he asked: “Are you married?”
This is where all hell turns loose. Apparently his cunt of a fiancee was eavesdropping on our conversation. Or, she walked out shortly before he asked if I had a husband. Regardless, the skank starts yelling at him about being a son of a bitch and some more drama that I was not trying to be a part of.
What did I do? Walked the fuck away. Back to my room, my party, my fun. This dude’s sister in law comes to the door, asking what happened because apparently:
1) My Navy friend (duh) has a history of cheating.
2) The fiancee is convinced that we were going to fuck right there in the hall.
So my drunk self gets all lovey and “Oh no! It wasnt even LIKE that!!!” and we make our way to their room so I can apologize to the cunt fiancee about the misunderstanding. We go, I apologize… and somehow I offended this stupid cunt. I do not remember how or why… but I DO remember being physically removed from their room and called a whore.
Um.
Begin drunken offended and humiliated tailspin. I was so upset and offended that I brought this back into the party. Thank goodness for my best friend. She reminded me that I am better than that drama, and even though it was humiliating and offensive… I know that what I did in the situation was not wrong. She also reminded me that we were fucking hot bitches, and they were haters. Like, “Hi Hater” haters. Like, really fucking hating on the fact that her man cheats and probably with girls prettier than her trashy self. Yep, you put your hands on me and call me a whore when I am trying to be the bigger person, and I am gonna point the flaws.
Lesson Learned: Don’t answer the door. Just let them knock and think whatever they want to think, because no matter the amount of class and respect you try to have… you cannot force a trashy, sloppy, hater cuntskank to think anything different than what she already thinks.
Fucking Skank. That’s why your ‘man’ probably is still thinking about me.
Have you ever experienced Haterism?
Have your intentions ever been misunderstood?
Did you try to make it right with the person? Did it backfire?
Have you learned a life lesson recently? What was it?
Tags: best friend, cvn 70, girls night, hater, HI HATER, party, reconnection, sentimental, uss carl vinson
Random Tea
Nov 15, 2008 Parenting, Random
I get to go out with some ladies tonight. Yay for that.
Even more yay are the super cute jeans I bought at the consignment store that I am wearing tonight. It is nice to have cute going-out jeans.
Yay for a quiet, clean house. Charli is finally sleeping, X is reading and D is out at a BBQ with friends. He needed to geofhere. He was starting to drive me nuts as he became more and more stir crazy. Charli isnt helping either, due to her excessive fucking brattiness.
X doesnt know it yet, but he is busted. His friends mom called me and told me that he has been talking about sneaking this stupid GTA4 game over tonight for his friends slumber party. Sure enough, while X was outside, I checked his backpack and there it was, behind the Kung-Fu Panda movie. Sneaky little fucker. It is a huge no-no at his friends house. Shit, it is a huge no-no at my house too. He also has been telling his friend that D lets him play this offensive and inappropriate game when I am not home. D laughed so hard when I called him. If it wasnt this kids birthday party, X would be going no-motherfucking-where tonight. But this kid doesnt really know anyone here since they just moved here… so I would hate to do that to him.
After tomorrow, he is getting an ass whoopin. And his butt is grounded. I cannot believe the level of sneakyness he is portraying. I may take a picture of the stupid look on his face when I call his ass out.
I really wanna go see a movie with D. We havent been in so god damn long.
We decided to get eachother a gift to the spa for Christmas this year. We are gonna do that, have dinner, see a movie and stay overnight at a hotel. I cannot fucking wait. BrownSugarVanillaBodyScrub&HotStoneMassage&5TotalHoursOfRelaxation here we come.
Christmas is 6 weeks away. W T F. Out of nowhere.
I put my foot down and said we are hosting Thanksgiving here. We have enough space,and I simply do not want to drive an hour.
I am sipping Chardonney as we speak. MmMmMmM.
Should I wear a hat tonight?
I am hungry. I want a cheeseburger. And fries.
Have I mentioned that I need a soul fill up? All my soul sistahs say “HeeeyyyGirlHeeeyyy”!!!
I am jealous of Zoe’s ink.
My landlord is a douchebag.
My co-workers son came home and told his mom that this bully kept calling him a douchebag, so at recess, he said to him “I am a douchebag huh? How do you know what one is? Do you use them? Do you want me to get you a clean one for Christmas? How about some glitter body spray too??” That bully didnt have shit to say. HAH. MY co-worker said she wouldnt be mad if he got this little shit some Massengil for a gag gift either. Even if he got in trouble. I bet that little fucker knocked it the fuck off. I wouldnt be mad either. Serves that bully right.
I need to start primping. Going out beauty takes time. In segments. It is a whole process. I wish Tara was here though, I like getting ready with her.
You go. Pour yourself some Random Tea.
Tags: bully, christmas, douche bag, gift, girls night, going out, GTA, quiet, sneaky, thanksgiving, wine
