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Name: Chrissy
Home: Moscow, Pa, United States
About Me: I'm a 25 year old mother of 2. Elizabeth Carolyn is a bright, enthusiastic Kindergartener who knows everything. Jacob Alexander is a rough and tumble 2 year old little boy who loves all things wheels. I've been married for 5 years to a wonderful guy, Jim. I work at a preschool and teach the school aged children. I wouldn't trade my job for anything!
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Friday, August 22, 2008 |
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| I'm leaving. |
So now I'm a bitch, according to my 2 year old. She wanted a drink of water, so I gave her a sippy cup because she's not coordinated to drink from a real glass yet without spilling it. She wanted it in a glass. I told her no. She glared at me and said "YOU BITCH!"
Yes folks, you heard that right. My 2 year old daughter called me a bitch. She had to have learned it from her father, as he calls me a bitch all the time. Yeah, I'm in a very loving marriage. It's becoming a pet name to me. Call me bitch, I'll answer. .:.sigh.:. So I did what any other mom would do when their sweet faced kid calls them a bitch. I cried, and I yelled, and sent her to her room. Of course, she dumps an entire bottle of baby lotion on the carpet to spite me, and grabs a bottle of powder and throws that into the mix. Why not REALLY piss mom off, right? Go for the gold kid. So I've had a hectic afternoon. Anyone want a 2 year old potty mouth? She's free. (even comes with her own clothes and bed and toys)
Work was great. Not too slow, but not crazy busy. A nice mix of customers and such. Bought my denim for tomorrow and a glamtastic shirt to decorate and make even more obnoxious. So after work I run to walmart to get some groceries before we head back to Jennifer's house. I get a text while grabbing some deoderent from Jim, saying "What, was you staying later at work fixing the jeans a coverup for hanging out with your friends?" Excuse me? No asshole, we're having a large denim sale tomorrow so I had to make sure the denim looked nice. "You never asked if you could go to your friends house" Excuse me again? Since when does my 21 year old self need YOUR permission to go to MY friends house? So I check out and leave. Take Jennifer home, and cry the entire way home.
Why fucking me? Seriously. I've been a good person in life. Sure I've fucked up, but who hasn't? Fuck my life- my mom dies when I'm 15. I'm in an abusive relationship from that time until I'm 17. I graduate and get knocked up and then married to an emotionally abusive man. Why. Fucking. Me? They say it gets worse before it gets better. Dammit, this better be the worst it's going to get. I'm so sick of living like this. Why should I have to answer to HIM? I am my OWN person. I could see if I was going galavanting across the city, but I was going to be in the living room of a friend's house, with fabric paints and a pizza, laughing and joking and making some gaudy shirts. I hate my life.
One of these days, I'm going to run the fuck away. |
posted by Chrissy @ 8:29 PM  |
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| jeeze it's been awhile |
So I had a great time at my dad's. don't feel like posting pics, not in the best of moods right now.
Woke up with a nasty cold the other day, it's finally gone, except for a headache that's lingering today.
Almost walked out on Jim the other night (so what else is new) because he was being a douchebag. Called me a bitch during a fight (which comes into play later) but I'm used to that. Yelling at me for money, as usual. Anyhoo.
Work's been good, last night was quite busy, but it made the time fly. Tonight I'm on register, so that should be fun in itself. That's a note of sarcasm for those who didn't pick up on it.
So today, I wouldn't let Liz have water in a glass, because she makes a mess. I told her no, she needed it in a sippy for now, but at dinner she could have it in a glass. She had the nerve to say "YOU BITCH!" to me!!!!!!!!!! I was stunned, hurt, and shocked. I know she picked it up from her father. I'm so angry right now and I'm sure that added to my already pissy mood. Argh.
I figure I'll leave for work around 3:50, because I need to stop at the bank and the post office to mail out an important package. Then I get to pick my bestie up and go to work and then we're going to decorate shirts tonight for work tomorrow. Should be fun.
Oh, and there's only a week left until that BHM/DCT!!!! Sah-weet! I'm getting scurred, but it's becaues it's been awhile since I've been to the club, lol. Oh well, at least I get to spend it with amazing people <3 I finally got my outfit narrowed down, and it should look very nice. I'm excited for it =) course it's nothing like the outfit 'ennifer balls and I picked out last night, but it'll do I guess, rofl. I might buy that outfit tonight just for the hell of it, hahahaha. Anyway, I'm out for now. I need to either have a drink, or kill someone, or something. I'll leave with this:
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| posted by Chrissy @ 11:31 AM |
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Friday, August 15, 2008 |
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| So it's 1am.. |
and I'm still up. I leave in 5 hours for my dad's. Yikes. I'm going to be one tired momma hyped up on coffee and Rockstar.
And I got paid tonight. So Jim had no right to yell at me. Asshole. Granted it was only $100 because I worked a shitty schedule those first 2 weeks, but it's still cash in my pocket for this weekend. Not to mention I work 25 hours next week. Yes! Finally, hours and work! Sweet. I switched departments with Jennifer tonight (because you can do that-cool!) so I was on register. Oye was it busy. I enjoyed myself though. I got 2 credit applications. Bwahaha. When they don't push you or depend your job on it, you can get them quite easily. Plus, who doesn't love to shop at Old Navy compared to Sears. (So that brings my credit card total to 6 for the 2 days I've been on register. Muaahahahahahahaha) I did find a supa sexy shirt I need to get. It's a 3/4 sleeve teal colored henley. I love henleys. They're so nice and really fit me well. It was only $8, and then my discount on top of that. I shoulda bought it tonight. It would have been good to wear tomorrow. Blargh. Oh well, I'm sure they'll still have it next week when I'm there. It'll be a fun filled week- Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Each 5 hours (5-10) but that's still better than 3 days a week. Yes!
I'm quite excited. The girls and I get to go to the club in less than 2 weeks now. I haven't been since pregnant with Liz and I just need to get out and have fun. <333333
So obviously Brittany isn't going with me, as I'm leaving in a few hours instead of tonight. It'll just be a girls weekend, my chicky poo and me. I'll definitely be taking pictures. I want a good pic of the 3 generations (me, my daddy, and Liz) I just wish my mom was alive, it would make the picture truly special. I packed some snacks for Liz when I got home from work, so I have a bag on the passangers seat that I can reach into and grab and throw them back to her. It'll be her first long car trip in awhile, so I'm praying she handles it well. Maybe we'll stop at McD's for breakfast for her, and get her some pancakes to sweeten the deal. I also cannot wait to see my best friend for eternity. I miss her so fucking much nobody even understands. I think we should move into a house together, lol. We're both in suck-ass situations. So yes, a house deal sounds good to me.
Speaking of snacks, I fell in love with spinach dip from a local grocery store. Tonight I went to cash my paycheck at Wegmans (a higher end grocery store) and just grabbed some spinach dip there. It was a one pound container. I figured maybe like 3-4 bucks, right? WRONG. I looked at my reciept when I got home and I paid 6.21 for it. 6 freaking dollars. I was quite angry. I took a taste, and it wasn't even as good as the 1.97 1/3 pound I got at Gerrity's. Fuck that shit.
Anyway. I have to be up in 4.5 hours. Ugh, I'm going to be a monster tomorrow. A total bitch. I get that way when I don't get my 8 hours of sleep. |
| posted by Chrissy @ 9:54 PM |
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| sweet |
So last night Brittany instant messaged me and told me she couldn't go again this weekend. I admit, I was pissed. I was bawling like a baby. So Jim and I fought of course, because he won't let me take the car ANYWHERE and come on, this is my father dammit. So after I kicked him out of the room for being a dick to me, he told me I can have the car for the weekend. The only problem is I can't leave till tomorrow morning because they don't want me driving with my child at night. Um, okay. I am her mom. But whatever.
So this morning Britt texts me and says she might be able to get her neighbors to watch the dogs (the reason she can't go- her parents are going to Atlantic City for the weekend) so I'm waiting to hear back from her. If she can go, then we're leaving tonight. So it's touch and go right now on when I'm leaving.
But at least I"m going. Yes!
I do have to say thank you to that one special friend who stayed up until 2:30am letting me bitch about my life. It takes a good person to do that when you have to work at 9 in the morning. Being reassured that I'm a good person and mommy made me definitely feel better <3
I'm just amazed at how life is turning out for me. In some aspects, it's terrible. But in others, it's just simply wonderful. I can't wait to see where life takes me. It will be an interesting journey for sure. I do plan on talking to my dad this weekend about my problems. I need to get it all out. I'm sure I'll feel better even if I am talking to a biased party.
Anyway, I figure I'm going to end this on a happy note instead of something depressing as usual. I need to pack for my dad's house, and eat some lunch.
14 days!! Hooray <333333 |
| posted by Chrissy @ 9:30 AM |
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