The blog has gone the way of the book?!?!?!?
Oh no...I've just had to be away from the computer for the past two days. BTW, did you not get the book? I e-mailed it to you last week, I think. I have a bunch of stuff to tell you, but can't get to it just yet. I will post here again shortly! How have you been? My phone was off this weekend so I couldn't reach you this weekend. Write soon! So will I. Love, Confusia
I got an email entitled "The Book", but there was no attachment.
This week has been SSSSOOO long. I look forward to hearing whatever it is you need to tell me as I MUST be entertained, and SOON!
I am, however, going during my lunchbreak to take Rhoda to meet a potential new pal. I've been thinking about adopting another pooch. I'm looking for a 3+ year old, preferrably female (as otherwise I would be TOO sad thinking about Gomez and Copie), who is big enough to not cause Rhoda to pick her up with her mouth and break her neck. Wish me luck! Actually, I saw a dog on the rescue center's webpage named Mary and well Rhoda and Mary just seems like the right fit. Anyway, we shall see. More news on that as it develops.
Looking forward to hearing the scoop.
Love ya, Terps
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
TAKS...the limerick by Confusia
This is what Confusia looked like at 10 AM.
This is what Confusia looks like right now.Dear Terps,
I give you, "TAKS...the limerick."
For those of you not in the know...
Let me tell about something that blows.
It's this test they call TAKS,
It's a pain in the ass,
And is causing immeasurable woes.
Oh, TAKS causes kids to melt down,
Turns all of them into Ass Clowns
And the teachers may bleat
Or smoke crack rock complete,
Or just drink alcohol till they drown.
The reps down in Austin, they say,
That the TAKS is a competent way,
To assess certain skills,
But I'd run for the hills
If it wouldn't subtract from my pay.
When you see all the teachers unite
At the bars to go drinking tonight,
Or passed out on your lawn,
'Cause your kids are all spawn
Blame the TAKS, and your children. They bite.
I have every sucky kid in the school right now...minus one or two. I tried to convince the art teacher to call in for us at lunch and tell them we'd caught the flu, but for some reason, we ended up back here anyway...
-Confusia
Dear Confusia,
You know what I think is actually worse than the TAKS? It's the 5 weeks of school following the TAKS. It's hard enough to get kids to pay attention and behave at school right now, but you KNOW how they get after the TAKS. They think it's PAR-TAY time. As far as they're concerned, school ends on April 30th as they answer #40 on the reading test. The problem is that we all still have to show up to work everyday until June 6th and try to cram more knowledge into their thick little skulls. It would be so much better if (a) we didn't have TAKS at all or (b) we had TAKS the last two days of school. At least then maybe SOME of them could focus through the end of the school year, ya know?
-Terps
Dear Terps,
Yes, they do get wicked out-of-control after the TAKS, but it seems like the situation is already out-of-control for me. See, what happens is this...The teachers have to get all the TAKS info into these kids heads ASAP...like if they haven't learned it yet this year, they'll somehow master it in the last two days or something. SO! They are sending any kid who is disrupting their teaching time to In-House. I've got all the kids who got sent here for misc. stuff like trying to kill each other, or smoking crack in the bathroom, and then I've ALSO got all the kids who are disrupting classes. Now that you've taken all the classroom disrupters and put them into one classroom, what happens? They all start magically behaving, and world peace is achieved. No. I mean, they act like little heathen, evil, Lord of the Flies Satan spawn. Welcome to my classroom. At least after the TAKS, I won't get so many of the general classroom disrupters hopefully. Key word: HOPEFULLY
-Confusia
Dear Confusia,
It's official. I'm totally over it. I'm over this day. I'm over this week. Hell, at this moment in time, I'm totally over this job. I need a fucking vacation, and sadly I don't think my little trip to DFW is going to be able to pull me out of the slump I'm currently in. It might help, but it won't fix it. Speaking of, any freetime this weekend? Let me know!
-Terps
Terps,
I maybe could get some free time. I'd need to find a babysitter. Also, my car is about to break down. It sounds really bad. Oh, and I have $8.00 to my name. Other than that, I'm game.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
It's Official! Alan is an ASSHOLE
Dear Confusia,
I wanted you to be the first to know. I absolutely HATE Wednesdays. For years now I had been of the false impression that Mondays were the worst days of the week, but today it became abundantly clear to me that Wednesdays are indeed the most horrible days of the week. The thing about Mondays is that usually you are at least fresh after a few days off from the wear and tear of a work week. Therefore you can go into work on a Monday morning and although you don't really WANT to be there, you can handle it because you've been at rest for a few days. Wednesdays, however, they just suck. You are totally burnt out from the week up until that point AND you still have the overwhelming sense of doom that comes with knowing that you're week is ONLY at the half way point. Therefore, I would like to nominate Wednesdays as the bane of my existence.
Sincerely,
Terps
You know, particularly today, I would be inclined to agree with you. This day keeps going and going...It's the fucking Energizer Bunny of days. My ass is numb, and I'm just about out of crap to Google. Plus, I had a crappy night last night, and am still pissed off about it...Beware my righteous INDIGNATION!!! Mr. Confusia took a big gamble last night. He saw a beer can out on the porch, and asked about it. I told him that Bob offered me a beer. He then was like, "Oh, uh huh." I sat him down and told him what happened. He accused me of lying. so fuck him!!! I'm pissed at Bob, pissed at Mr. Confusia, who has lost the right to share my name, and will be exposed right now as Alan, the asshole of the world. Not only should he have believed me, but he should have apologized for putting me in the position where Bob felt free to make his offer, and then, oh, I don't know, maybe asked BOB WHY THE FUCK HE'S COMING ON TO HIS WIFE. Which, even then, he doesn't have the right to ask since he's the asshole who took off three weeks ago. Instead, fuckface accuses me of basically being not just a slut, but a LYING slut. I realize I'm in a rant, so be it. He showed up last night DRUNK at 11 pm telling me how much he loves me and misses me, then proceeds to totally betray me. I tell you now he's got a lot of shit waiting in plastic bags for him to pick up. Or NOT...I can always burn it! I'm telling you...if I don't get the most grovelling fucking apology of ALL TIME, he's going to really not like me very soon.
Love, Confusia
And you know what else, Terps?? I have had three days of having the most irritating 6th graders in the history of the WORLD ANd now, I've been told I can't send them back to the office because there's nothing more she can do this close to TAKS. She can't send them home. So, I'm just babysitting a bunch of irritating little shits. I am getting more irate by the minute!! If you knew the shit I'm dealing with right now....Whiny, lazy, no motivation, noisy, excuse making, complaining little fucks.
Love, Confusia
OK, I'm not even joking here. AGAIN I made a long reply to what you had replied and I come back on and it's disappeared and has been replaced by something you have typed. I can only assume that if we are each on here at the same time, the last one to hit save wins. Wow. And again I don't have it in me to say everything that I said before but I will sum it up as best I can. Basically, my question to you was does a grovelling apology really do anything at this point? I'm curious if he shows up and says I'm SO sorry that I accused you of things and I'm SO sorry that I have continually put myself and my needs above those of my family, and will very likely continue to do so, does that that really fix anything? The way I see it, I have been MORE than fair in regards to him being as how he has continually accused me of being a bad influence on you (the lunacy of which I can't even begin to delve into at this point), but I'm at the point now where I couldn't give a fuck if I say something that he finds offensive. I find him to be a self-serving, judgemental idiot who has done nothing to prove himself worthy of my friend. I realize that these words will come back to bite me in the ass if you two happen to reconcile, but he's offered me no apologies for the accusations he's put upon me, so I'm not inclined to change how I feel about him. At least as far as my view of him goes, there is some truth to it. As near as I can tell, he is a fuck up. To be totally honest, I have often thought that the only way you and I would be able to see each other should you and he remain married would be if we did it in secret. I find that troubling. I find this whole situation very troubling.
I wanted you to be the first to know. I absolutely HATE Wednesdays. For years now I had been of the false impression that Mondays were the worst days of the week, but today it became abundantly clear to me that Wednesdays are indeed the most horrible days of the week. The thing about Mondays is that usually you are at least fresh after a few days off from the wear and tear of a work week. Therefore you can go into work on a Monday morning and although you don't really WANT to be there, you can handle it because you've been at rest for a few days. Wednesdays, however, they just suck. You are totally burnt out from the week up until that point AND you still have the overwhelming sense of doom that comes with knowing that you're week is ONLY at the half way point. Therefore, I would like to nominate Wednesdays as the bane of my existence.
Sincerely,
Terps
You know, particularly today, I would be inclined to agree with you. This day keeps going and going...It's the fucking Energizer Bunny of days. My ass is numb, and I'm just about out of crap to Google. Plus, I had a crappy night last night, and am still pissed off about it...Beware my righteous INDIGNATION!!! Mr. Confusia took a big gamble last night. He saw a beer can out on the porch, and asked about it. I told him that Bob offered me a beer. He then was like, "Oh, uh huh." I sat him down and told him what happened. He accused me of lying. so fuck him!!! I'm pissed at Bob, pissed at Mr. Confusia, who has lost the right to share my name, and will be exposed right now as Alan, the asshole of the world. Not only should he have believed me, but he should have apologized for putting me in the position where Bob felt free to make his offer, and then, oh, I don't know, maybe asked BOB WHY THE FUCK HE'S COMING ON TO HIS WIFE. Which, even then, he doesn't have the right to ask since he's the asshole who took off three weeks ago. Instead, fuckface accuses me of basically being not just a slut, but a LYING slut. I realize I'm in a rant, so be it. He showed up last night DRUNK at 11 pm telling me how much he loves me and misses me, then proceeds to totally betray me. I tell you now he's got a lot of shit waiting in plastic bags for him to pick up. Or NOT...I can always burn it! I'm telling you...if I don't get the most grovelling fucking apology of ALL TIME, he's going to really not like me very soon.
Love, Confusia
And you know what else, Terps?? I have had three days of having the most irritating 6th graders in the history of the WORLD ANd now, I've been told I can't send them back to the office because there's nothing more she can do this close to TAKS. She can't send them home. So, I'm just babysitting a bunch of irritating little shits. I am getting more irate by the minute!! If you knew the shit I'm dealing with right now....Whiny, lazy, no motivation, noisy, excuse making, complaining little fucks.
Love, Confusia
OK, I'm not even joking here. AGAIN I made a long reply to what you had replied and I come back on and it's disappeared and has been replaced by something you have typed. I can only assume that if we are each on here at the same time, the last one to hit save wins. Wow. And again I don't have it in me to say everything that I said before but I will sum it up as best I can. Basically, my question to you was does a grovelling apology really do anything at this point? I'm curious if he shows up and says I'm SO sorry that I accused you of things and I'm SO sorry that I have continually put myself and my needs above those of my family, and will very likely continue to do so, does that that really fix anything? The way I see it, I have been MORE than fair in regards to him being as how he has continually accused me of being a bad influence on you (the lunacy of which I can't even begin to delve into at this point), but I'm at the point now where I couldn't give a fuck if I say something that he finds offensive. I find him to be a self-serving, judgemental idiot who has done nothing to prove himself worthy of my friend. I realize that these words will come back to bite me in the ass if you two happen to reconcile, but he's offered me no apologies for the accusations he's put upon me, so I'm not inclined to change how I feel about him. At least as far as my view of him goes, there is some truth to it. As near as I can tell, he is a fuck up. To be totally honest, I have often thought that the only way you and I would be able to see each other should you and he remain married would be if we did it in secret. I find that troubling. I find this whole situation very troubling.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Confusia Receives An Indecent Proposal : O
Dear Terps, Dear Confusia,
Before I go any further here I shoud tell you that I am so incredibly hungover right now that I feel like I just celebrated Mardi Gras for 14 days straight. Rachel's birthday was Sunday and we went out and it seems I tied one on a bit too much. Criminy, I feel like shit. In other words, bear with me.
So, Sunday morning, I'm eating my breakfast (Oh God! Did you have to mention food???) and minding my own business when there's a knock at my back door. I look up and see that it's one of the neighbors...a 29 year old guy who shall henceforth be known as "Bob". He comes in for a second and is sitting at the table with me and the kids when I get the distinct impression that he wants to speak with me for a moment sans kids. I think maybe he needs a friendly ear, so I go out on the back porch and ask him what's up. He asks me if Mr.C (which leads me to asking what's going on with him?) has been coming over, and how I'm doing, etc. Then he asks, "And what do you think about my next personal question?" I say, "What's that?" (as in, what's the question...) He mumbles something, and I look at him blankly. I repeat, "What's your question?" He says, "I just said it." (It was, apparently, "Can you discern inaudible speech?")
I'm sure you know what the question was. He wanted to know if we could, "have some fun" Like playing Yahtzee? sometimes. AWKWAAAAARD.
Now, he's a good looking guy, and he's a nice guy, so I have to somehow figure out how to turn him down without causing undue hurt feelings, you know? I just said, "Well, I'm really looking for something more than that right now. Or better yet, I'm kind of dealing with a big ol' mess of bullshit and though I'd like to add one more complicating factor to this whole ordeal, I'm going to take a pass...You're a handsome guy, and it makes me feel really good about myself that you'd consider me, but right now, I can't do that." or something to that effect. So he drops it, after asking me to keep the fact that he asked to myself...which clearly I am doing. :) ha ha Wow!
Well, later that evening, I was out on the backporch, and he walks by, and he has a pack of beer (Oh Good God Almighty, did you have to mention beer?), and asked me if I wanted one. I said, "Sure. That's be great, if you don't mind. It's been a day." So I sit outside for a few minutes while we drink a beer. (That's the sound of me wretching...)The kids are out jumping on the trampoline, etc. I go in, get the kids to bed, and he knocks again. He asks me if I want another beer.(For the love of God!) I say, "Wellllll, I guess I could have one more." Then I sit down.
I would like to conduct a survey of you, and any other females who might venture on the blog... I would like to know if a guy has ever said any of the following in order to convince you to go to bed with him for some totally meaningless sex: (CLUE: I've heard them all.)
These will be written as if the guy is saying it...
A. It's just, for me, you know, it's all about making the girl come three or more times. I get off on seeing the girl get off. (Uhm, not for meaningless sex, but I did very seriously date a guy that this was true for...)
B. I just thought that since, you know, you're here, and I'm here, that we could keep each other company for awhile...take care of each other's needs. (Wow, take care of each other's needs. Fucking wow.)
C. So, I hear that you're saying that you can't do it because you'd turn into a neurotic freak within a matter of days, but why can't you just NOT turn into a neurotic freak? I mean, it just is what it is, you know? (If I had a dime for everytime I heard that one...)
D. Well, it's not like I'm making any promises, you know? I mean, I'm telling you the truth, and not trying to make it sound like it's going to lead to anything... (My head just can't handle this right now. Good gravy!)
Yeah. It was a fun conversation for me, I can tell you. I finished my beer(Ugh! Again with the beer? BLAH!), patted him on the back, and said, "Well. Goodnight."
On the plus side, I'm pleased to find out that I'm not yet so hideous that I can't get laid...ha ha
Write back, and soon!
Confusia
Sounds like an interesting weekend. So, are you gonna do him?
Love ya,
Terps
Uh, no. So is Rachel drinking again now? Or did you drink for both of you? ha ha She is drinking in moderation, I apparently am not.
Before I go any further here I shoud tell you that I am so incredibly hungover right now that I feel like I just celebrated Mardi Gras for 14 days straight. Rachel's birthday was Sunday and we went out and it seems I tied one on a bit too much. Criminy, I feel like shit. In other words, bear with me.
So, Sunday morning, I'm eating my breakfast (Oh God! Did you have to mention food???) and minding my own business when there's a knock at my back door. I look up and see that it's one of the neighbors...a 29 year old guy who shall henceforth be known as "Bob". He comes in for a second and is sitting at the table with me and the kids when I get the distinct impression that he wants to speak with me for a moment sans kids. I think maybe he needs a friendly ear, so I go out on the back porch and ask him what's up. He asks me if Mr.C (which leads me to asking what's going on with him?) has been coming over, and how I'm doing, etc. Then he asks, "And what do you think about my next personal question?" I say, "What's that?" (as in, what's the question...) He mumbles something, and I look at him blankly. I repeat, "What's your question?" He says, "I just said it." (It was, apparently, "Can you discern inaudible speech?")
I'm sure you know what the question was. He wanted to know if we could, "have some fun" Like playing Yahtzee? sometimes. AWKWAAAAARD.
Now, he's a good looking guy, and he's a nice guy, so I have to somehow figure out how to turn him down without causing undue hurt feelings, you know? I just said, "Well, I'm really looking for something more than that right now. Or better yet, I'm kind of dealing with a big ol' mess of bullshit and though I'd like to add one more complicating factor to this whole ordeal, I'm going to take a pass...You're a handsome guy, and it makes me feel really good about myself that you'd consider me, but right now, I can't do that." or something to that effect. So he drops it, after asking me to keep the fact that he asked to myself...which clearly I am doing. :) ha ha Wow!
Well, later that evening, I was out on the backporch, and he walks by, and he has a pack of beer (Oh Good God Almighty, did you have to mention beer?), and asked me if I wanted one. I said, "Sure. That's be great, if you don't mind. It's been a day." So I sit outside for a few minutes while we drink a beer. (That's the sound of me wretching...)The kids are out jumping on the trampoline, etc. I go in, get the kids to bed, and he knocks again. He asks me if I want another beer.(For the love of God!) I say, "Wellllll, I guess I could have one more." Then I sit down.
I would like to conduct a survey of you, and any other females who might venture on the blog... I would like to know if a guy has ever said any of the following in order to convince you to go to bed with him for some totally meaningless sex: (CLUE: I've heard them all.)
These will be written as if the guy is saying it...
A. It's just, for me, you know, it's all about making the girl come three or more times. I get off on seeing the girl get off. (Uhm, not for meaningless sex, but I did very seriously date a guy that this was true for...)
B. I just thought that since, you know, you're here, and I'm here, that we could keep each other company for awhile...take care of each other's needs. (Wow, take care of each other's needs. Fucking wow.)
C. So, I hear that you're saying that you can't do it because you'd turn into a neurotic freak within a matter of days, but why can't you just NOT turn into a neurotic freak? I mean, it just is what it is, you know? (If I had a dime for everytime I heard that one...)
D. Well, it's not like I'm making any promises, you know? I mean, I'm telling you the truth, and not trying to make it sound like it's going to lead to anything... (My head just can't handle this right now. Good gravy!)
Yeah. It was a fun conversation for me, I can tell you. I finished my beer(Ugh! Again with the beer? BLAH!), patted him on the back, and said, "Well. Goodnight."
On the plus side, I'm pleased to find out that I'm not yet so hideous that I can't get laid...ha ha
Write back, and soon!
Confusia
Sounds like an interesting weekend. So, are you gonna do him?
Love ya,
Terps
Uh, no. So is Rachel drinking again now? Or did you drink for both of you? ha ha She is drinking in moderation, I apparently am not.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
At a Loss...Yet the Drama Unfolds at Confusia's
Dear Confusia,
It seems that Regan wants something more from us, but my life is pretty much at a stand still right now. If I write anything it'll just be more of the same old boring junk. How about you? Anything new?
Terps
Wow...I responded to this whole thing and it disappeared. I don't have it in me to do it again. Fucking, what the bloody hell happened? It was there when I saved and posted. Any idea?
I have no idea, but that sucks. Now what do I do???
Save yourself, because nobody else will do it for you. (And I know that sounds so awful, but...)
Oh, words cannot express, Terps, but I will give it my best shot.
Now, to me, drama can get a little tiresome, so I apologize if my woes of yesterday are irritating to our dear friend Regan...however, understanding boredom like I do...I shall endeavor to entertain.
AS you know, Mr. Confusia (hereafter in this post to be referred to as AC, and we all know what that stands for) offered to watch the kids last week so I could get out of the house. On Wednesday of last week, I asked him if he could do so on Thursday. He refused with the response, "Why should I?" Indeed. I was, as could be expected, bothered by that. I told him he is not being a man of his word. (Was I wrong?) He said, "Well, in that case, I won't pay for the baby's child care anymore, either." And then he left. Friday afternoon he shows up to pay back the $20 I'd loaned him, and I tell him that he needs to pay the child care for the baby's good. Honestly, if I lose my job, what will happen to the baby? Am I asking him for more than his share of responsibility for a life he helped create??? He gave me $60. This was after telling me he'd pay $125, and after he brought that down to $100. I mean, the dude is sleeping in his truck. What is he spending the money on, you know what I mean?
Sunday night, he calls me and tells me he'll bring the rest of the money to me. He never shows up. Monday afternoon he shows up looking like something the cat dragged in...he'd been drinking, looked like he hadn't bathed in a few days, etc. He tells me he spent the rest of the money at a girlie club. He tells me that he doesn't know if he can continue to pay child care because if his needs aren't met soon, he's going to have to pay someone for sex. This is very sad to see...a decent guy rolling downhill so fast and so willfully. You just want to shake him!!! I tell him, "So, paying someone for sex is more important than taking care of your child?" We start to get into it...He starts to take off. I stop him and say, "Look, for everyone's sake we need to try to keep this aboveboard. If you want the divorce, I'll go online tomorrow and see what I can find out about how to get a divorce. Whatever happens, we need to do what is best for the kids, and for us. He apologizes, gives me a big hug, pats my back, etc. He ends up coming over for dinner.
Then he stays over. Big mistake. But then, I'm sure you could see that big mistake coming.
Yesterday afternoon, I get a call from him. He's at a bar, and he invites me up to play a game of pool with him. I thought, "Wow. This could be a sign that he's starting to pull it together!" I meet him at the bar. As soon as I walk in, he's hugging and kissing me, flirting with me, etc. We play a game of pool...we're having a good time together. Then we sit down to play a computer game together. We play some game called, "Carnal Knowledge" which is a trivia game. Well, due to alot of lucky guesses, and common sense, I get the high score. This pisses him off no end. "Oh, so you going to start telling me stories now...oh, you've been with more people than me..."
I interrupt to say, "Alright. It's time for me to go. Be careful getting home. If you need anything, give me a call." Because I'm still trying to be decent, you know? I refuse to lower myself. I will not do it. I just barely get home, and Bella tells me the bar called and they need someone to pick AC up because he's too drunk to drive. I go back to get him. Now I've got to babysit drunk AC.
WAIT!!!!!! You can't just leave me hanging here. What is this? You're jumping the shark???
Sorry, I had to go do some filing. I meant to hit "Save", but I hit "Publish" instead.
So, I pick him up. He hangs his head out the window all the way home. We get home, and he crawls out the car window and staggers into the house. He goes up and hugs Confusia Jr., who looks pissed beyond belief. My son doesn't know what's going on so he's just being his usual loving, accepting self. AC goes into our bedroom, presumably to either vomit, or fall into bed. Con. Jr. tells me she needs to talk to me in private. I go with her to the other bathroom. She tells me, "Mom, the guy from the bar who called to say Dad needed a ride home called back. He wanted to talk to you. He said that you need to get the ___ away from 'this guy'. He said that he (AC) sat at the bar and talked bad about you for almost an hour. He said that you shouldn't stay with 'this guy', and that if you needed to talk to him, or if you needed help with anything to call him back. He was really nice." I said, "Well, it was nice of him to call. I'll call him back when I can. In the meantime, let's just take care of each other, okay?" and I gave her a hug. We went back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner on the table. I go to check on AC. He was lying on the bathroom floor with his eyes wide open, his pants down, and had his favorite body part hanging out of his shorts. Nice. I kid you not, he wasn't blinking and I thought he was dead for a second. I put my hand on his chest to check for a heartbeat or a pulse. He didn't move, and still didn't blink. I felt his heart beating, so I went to take off his boots so I could get him into the bed and go back and get the kids eating dinner. I struggled with him to get him to the bed. I almost had to carry him there. I get him in, then go back to have dinner with the kids. While we were eating, AC comes into the kitchen and wants to eat with us. Sure, because he needs something to help him sober the fuck up. He comes in and decides that since there are no rolls, he needs to go to the store to get some. He goes to get my keys, which Con. Jr. gets from him even before I do.
He then tells me he's going to walk to the store and asks my son if he wants to go. My son says, "Yeah!" because he still doesn't understand. I say, "Son, considering that he's in his underwear, and the police will probably be called when he gets to the store, you might want to stay here." He says, "Uh, okay." because clearly my five year old son has more sense than AC.
After dinner, I find AC lying in my bed. He's looking very serious, and he looked at me and said, "I'm fucked up." I said, "I know." and he points to his head, and says, "In here. I'm fucked up." I looked at him very sadly, and said, "Yes. I know. Maybe you should take your medicine like the doctor thought you should." He said, "No. I won't do it." Then, I suggest, "Maybe counseling. Not for the marriage, but just for yourself." He says, "No." Then gets up, goes into the bathroom, gets his clothes and boots back on. By that time, I was sitting on the couch reading the kids a bedtime story. AC walked out the door.
At almost 11 PM, he knocked on my window. I went to open the door, and he's brought his truck back. He says he needs to get some stuff to pawn. By that time, the kids are asleep, I had gone to bed, etc. Con. Jr. wakes up, and is like, "What's going on?" He started unhooking his stereo nad goes to carry it out to his car. When he came back in, I said, "Look, you can't do this right now. It's almost 11. The kids are asleep. I can't have this right now. You can come back after work tomorrow and get whatever you need, but I need to look out for the kids right now. He walked past me into our bedroom. I follow him and repeat it. He asked me, "Where are your tax returns?" WTF? He says, "I'm going to call the school superintendent on you. You'll be needing whatever money you can get." So, after all the kindness I've shown him, he's telling me he's going to try to get me fired. He said, "You won't see me after tomorrow." etc. Then he left.
I called his job this morning to see if he got there okay, and he had. Then I came to work.
This is so sad for me to see. A normal, pretty decent guy, who, albeit is insecure often, still has a good heart, and has tried to do the right thing...he is crashing and burning...self-destructing worse every day. His twin brother just called me to check on how things are doing, and I told him that I am seriously worried about AC. (Yes, I know I've given him a not-nice nickname on this post, but you have to admit, he earned it last night.) I am willing now to throw in the towel on our marriage, but as a human being with compassion, and as the mother of his child, I don't want to see him end up dead. His depression is going untreated, except with alcohol, and it's only a matter of time before a bar DOESN'T call me to pick him up. He'll end up dead, or worse, killing someone else, and ending up in prison. His brother said that their whole family knows how hard I'm trying. They've all tried to talk to AC about the choices he's making without much success. He lives 400 miles away, so he's limited in how much he can do. He suggested that I go with my first impulse, which is to alert AC's mom and older brother as to what's happening, so that they can try to intervene. His twin said, "Yeah, it looks like what started as a slow roll downhill is turning into a steep cliff. We need a game plan." His family is being super supportive of me...telling me how much they love me, and that I'll always be family to them...thanking me for trying so hard to be a good wife to him, etc. It's a mess.
Apparently, the reason he wants me to get fired is because he doesn't want to pay the likely $300 in child support he'd have to pay each month. None of what he said last night made alot of sense, as drunk as he was, but he said something like, "Yeah, you'll need $300." and he said that he was going to get an attorney. I just treated him like I would treat an ED kid..."Okay. That's fine. You do what you feel the need to do."etc. After all, what the hell is the use of arguing with a drunk guy?
Bottom line is: Maybe it's good in a sense that this is happening, as it's making his leaving much easier for me to bear. ( "Oh, you want to go? Okay! Bye-Bye! Send me a postcard!" as I smile and wave to him from the door.) On the other hand, (always a Libra's favorite expression..) he is losing his MIND! I think I'm going to alert the landlord to the situation. He said the last time AC left, that he would make sure I was protected. I don't want to feel like I need to be protected, but if the downward spiral continues, where do we go from here, you know? Do I become the person responsible for all of his problems, and so he should just get rid of me? I don't think it will come to that, but at the same time, I bet there have been lots of women who never thought it would come to that. When the hell did my life get this fucked up? I mean, I thought it was fucked up before, but now I realize that it was perfectly normal and blissful.
I'm going to try to meet with his mom and brother tonight. Then his twin wants me to call him back and let him know what happened. I think I'm going to continue to keep the kids and me busy each afternoon so we're not at home. I don't need the drama, and neither do they.
So, Terps, that's what's been going on with me. Fun, yes? And poor, poor Regan will never tell us she's bored again..ha ha She is, at this very moment, going to find her stash of Tylenol! ha ha
(Aren't you, Regan...:)
It seems that Regan wants something more from us, but my life is pretty much at a stand still right now. If I write anything it'll just be more of the same old boring junk. How about you? Anything new?
Terps
Wow...I responded to this whole thing and it disappeared. I don't have it in me to do it again. Fucking, what the bloody hell happened? It was there when I saved and posted. Any idea?
I have no idea, but that sucks. Now what do I do???
Save yourself, because nobody else will do it for you. (And I know that sounds so awful, but...)
Oh, words cannot express, Terps, but I will give it my best shot.
Now, to me, drama can get a little tiresome, so I apologize if my woes of yesterday are irritating to our dear friend Regan...however, understanding boredom like I do...I shall endeavor to entertain.
AS you know, Mr. Confusia (hereafter in this post to be referred to as AC, and we all know what that stands for) offered to watch the kids last week so I could get out of the house. On Wednesday of last week, I asked him if he could do so on Thursday. He refused with the response, "Why should I?" Indeed. I was, as could be expected, bothered by that. I told him he is not being a man of his word. (Was I wrong?) He said, "Well, in that case, I won't pay for the baby's child care anymore, either." And then he left. Friday afternoon he shows up to pay back the $20 I'd loaned him, and I tell him that he needs to pay the child care for the baby's good. Honestly, if I lose my job, what will happen to the baby? Am I asking him for more than his share of responsibility for a life he helped create??? He gave me $60. This was after telling me he'd pay $125, and after he brought that down to $100. I mean, the dude is sleeping in his truck. What is he spending the money on, you know what I mean?
Sunday night, he calls me and tells me he'll bring the rest of the money to me. He never shows up. Monday afternoon he shows up looking like something the cat dragged in...he'd been drinking, looked like he hadn't bathed in a few days, etc. He tells me he spent the rest of the money at a girlie club. He tells me that he doesn't know if he can continue to pay child care because if his needs aren't met soon, he's going to have to pay someone for sex. This is very sad to see...a decent guy rolling downhill so fast and so willfully. You just want to shake him!!! I tell him, "So, paying someone for sex is more important than taking care of your child?" We start to get into it...He starts to take off. I stop him and say, "Look, for everyone's sake we need to try to keep this aboveboard. If you want the divorce, I'll go online tomorrow and see what I can find out about how to get a divorce. Whatever happens, we need to do what is best for the kids, and for us. He apologizes, gives me a big hug, pats my back, etc. He ends up coming over for dinner.
Then he stays over. Big mistake. But then, I'm sure you could see that big mistake coming.
Yesterday afternoon, I get a call from him. He's at a bar, and he invites me up to play a game of pool with him. I thought, "Wow. This could be a sign that he's starting to pull it together!" I meet him at the bar. As soon as I walk in, he's hugging and kissing me, flirting with me, etc. We play a game of pool...we're having a good time together. Then we sit down to play a computer game together. We play some game called, "Carnal Knowledge" which is a trivia game. Well, due to alot of lucky guesses, and common sense, I get the high score. This pisses him off no end. "Oh, so you going to start telling me stories now...oh, you've been with more people than me..."
I interrupt to say, "Alright. It's time for me to go. Be careful getting home. If you need anything, give me a call." Because I'm still trying to be decent, you know? I refuse to lower myself. I will not do it. I just barely get home, and Bella tells me the bar called and they need someone to pick AC up because he's too drunk to drive. I go back to get him. Now I've got to babysit drunk AC.
WAIT!!!!!! You can't just leave me hanging here. What is this? You're jumping the shark???
Sorry, I had to go do some filing. I meant to hit "Save", but I hit "Publish" instead.
So, I pick him up. He hangs his head out the window all the way home. We get home, and he crawls out the car window and staggers into the house. He goes up and hugs Confusia Jr., who looks pissed beyond belief. My son doesn't know what's going on so he's just being his usual loving, accepting self. AC goes into our bedroom, presumably to either vomit, or fall into bed. Con. Jr. tells me she needs to talk to me in private. I go with her to the other bathroom. She tells me, "Mom, the guy from the bar who called to say Dad needed a ride home called back. He wanted to talk to you. He said that you need to get the ___ away from 'this guy'. He said that he (AC) sat at the bar and talked bad about you for almost an hour. He said that you shouldn't stay with 'this guy', and that if you needed to talk to him, or if you needed help with anything to call him back. He was really nice." I said, "Well, it was nice of him to call. I'll call him back when I can. In the meantime, let's just take care of each other, okay?" and I gave her a hug. We went back to the kitchen to finish getting dinner on the table. I go to check on AC. He was lying on the bathroom floor with his eyes wide open, his pants down, and had his favorite body part hanging out of his shorts. Nice. I kid you not, he wasn't blinking and I thought he was dead for a second. I put my hand on his chest to check for a heartbeat or a pulse. He didn't move, and still didn't blink. I felt his heart beating, so I went to take off his boots so I could get him into the bed and go back and get the kids eating dinner. I struggled with him to get him to the bed. I almost had to carry him there. I get him in, then go back to have dinner with the kids. While we were eating, AC comes into the kitchen and wants to eat with us. Sure, because he needs something to help him sober the fuck up. He comes in and decides that since there are no rolls, he needs to go to the store to get some. He goes to get my keys, which Con. Jr. gets from him even before I do.
He then tells me he's going to walk to the store and asks my son if he wants to go. My son says, "Yeah!" because he still doesn't understand. I say, "Son, considering that he's in his underwear, and the police will probably be called when he gets to the store, you might want to stay here." He says, "Uh, okay." because clearly my five year old son has more sense than AC.
After dinner, I find AC lying in my bed. He's looking very serious, and he looked at me and said, "I'm fucked up." I said, "I know." and he points to his head, and says, "In here. I'm fucked up." I looked at him very sadly, and said, "Yes. I know. Maybe you should take your medicine like the doctor thought you should." He said, "No. I won't do it." Then, I suggest, "Maybe counseling. Not for the marriage, but just for yourself." He says, "No." Then gets up, goes into the bathroom, gets his clothes and boots back on. By that time, I was sitting on the couch reading the kids a bedtime story. AC walked out the door.
At almost 11 PM, he knocked on my window. I went to open the door, and he's brought his truck back. He says he needs to get some stuff to pawn. By that time, the kids are asleep, I had gone to bed, etc. Con. Jr. wakes up, and is like, "What's going on?" He started unhooking his stereo nad goes to carry it out to his car. When he came back in, I said, "Look, you can't do this right now. It's almost 11. The kids are asleep. I can't have this right now. You can come back after work tomorrow and get whatever you need, but I need to look out for the kids right now. He walked past me into our bedroom. I follow him and repeat it. He asked me, "Where are your tax returns?" WTF? He says, "I'm going to call the school superintendent on you. You'll be needing whatever money you can get." So, after all the kindness I've shown him, he's telling me he's going to try to get me fired. He said, "You won't see me after tomorrow." etc. Then he left.
I called his job this morning to see if he got there okay, and he had. Then I came to work.
This is so sad for me to see. A normal, pretty decent guy, who, albeit is insecure often, still has a good heart, and has tried to do the right thing...he is crashing and burning...self-destructing worse every day. His twin brother just called me to check on how things are doing, and I told him that I am seriously worried about AC. (Yes, I know I've given him a not-nice nickname on this post, but you have to admit, he earned it last night.) I am willing now to throw in the towel on our marriage, but as a human being with compassion, and as the mother of his child, I don't want to see him end up dead. His depression is going untreated, except with alcohol, and it's only a matter of time before a bar DOESN'T call me to pick him up. He'll end up dead, or worse, killing someone else, and ending up in prison. His brother said that their whole family knows how hard I'm trying. They've all tried to talk to AC about the choices he's making without much success. He lives 400 miles away, so he's limited in how much he can do. He suggested that I go with my first impulse, which is to alert AC's mom and older brother as to what's happening, so that they can try to intervene. His twin said, "Yeah, it looks like what started as a slow roll downhill is turning into a steep cliff. We need a game plan." His family is being super supportive of me...telling me how much they love me, and that I'll always be family to them...thanking me for trying so hard to be a good wife to him, etc. It's a mess.
Apparently, the reason he wants me to get fired is because he doesn't want to pay the likely $300 in child support he'd have to pay each month. None of what he said last night made alot of sense, as drunk as he was, but he said something like, "Yeah, you'll need $300." and he said that he was going to get an attorney. I just treated him like I would treat an ED kid..."Okay. That's fine. You do what you feel the need to do."etc. After all, what the hell is the use of arguing with a drunk guy?
Bottom line is: Maybe it's good in a sense that this is happening, as it's making his leaving much easier for me to bear. ( "Oh, you want to go? Okay! Bye-Bye! Send me a postcard!" as I smile and wave to him from the door.) On the other hand, (always a Libra's favorite expression..) he is losing his MIND! I think I'm going to alert the landlord to the situation. He said the last time AC left, that he would make sure I was protected. I don't want to feel like I need to be protected, but if the downward spiral continues, where do we go from here, you know? Do I become the person responsible for all of his problems, and so he should just get rid of me? I don't think it will come to that, but at the same time, I bet there have been lots of women who never thought it would come to that. When the hell did my life get this fucked up? I mean, I thought it was fucked up before, but now I realize that it was perfectly normal and blissful.
I'm going to try to meet with his mom and brother tonight. Then his twin wants me to call him back and let him know what happened. I think I'm going to continue to keep the kids and me busy each afternoon so we're not at home. I don't need the drama, and neither do they.
So, Terps, that's what's been going on with me. Fun, yes? And poor, poor Regan will never tell us she's bored again..ha ha She is, at this very moment, going to find her stash of Tylenol! ha ha
(Aren't you, Regan...:)
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Blasted Electricity
Dear Confusia, Dear Terps,
I know that you texted me this morning and told me that you didn't have electricity, so even though I know you aren't going to see this until tomorrow (assuming that you have electricty tomorrow), I'm bored and I decided to write you anyway. Yes, that's right. 6th grade school, 400 kids, no electricity. No lights, no air, no AC, no computer, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch...I don't know who was happier, the kids or the teachers. It SUCKED, SUCKED, SUCKED!!!!!
I don't really have anything to say. I have nothing to share, but writing to you on the blog is just what I do and when I don't do it, it's like a small part of me has died. Sadly, the part of me that has died isn't the part of me that comes to work and sits in my room watching students take their 6 weeks test in math while my brain atrophies. I was, in fact, so bored that I took the 7th grade math 6 weeks test. (I made a 100, if you were wondering. And no, I did not cheat. I didn't write the test. It was the first time I saw it.) Sure. ha ha
Anyway, I saw that the Harry Potter kid is doing his naked play here in the states. It made me wonder if you'd made plans to go see it as I know that you have the hots for Harry Potter. Oh wait, I probably shouldn't have put that here. My guess is you don't want people to know about that. Oh well, I guess you can correct it when you get back on-line. Okay, I would just like to correct a few parts of this paragraph. First of all, I don't "have the hots" for the actor who plays Harry Potter. I have the hots for Harry Potter. And if the timing of the book is correct, the fictional Harry Potter at this time is like, 29. So that's okay. As far as it's okay to have the hots for a fictional character...As far as the Harry Potter kid (aka Daniel Radcliffe) doing his naked play in the U.S., no, I have not made plans to go see it. Having seen the first Potter movie which he made when he was 11, I think it would be more than a trifle awkward to see his exposed man parts. Awkward slash oogy. I'm gonna pass on that. However, when the play was first reviewed in England, one of the ladies who cast him in that part made a comment along the lines of, "He's DEFINITELY not a kid anymore!" so I can only assume by that somewhat suggestive comment that his exposed man parts are indeed something to see if one was so inclined...which I'm not. Promise.
Speaking of children...Steven called me last night. You know, I find that sort of an awkward situation now even more than before. I mean as if I didn't already have all these weird hang-ups about him, now I have to skirt around the topic of not being able to see him because I don't want to tell him that I can't see him because I'm bleeding to death. I think that'd probably kill the mood, ya know? I suppose working a puzzle together in companionable silence isn't do-able? ha ha
And speaking of bleeding to death, my doctor's nurse called me yesterday. She told me that my test results had come back and everything was normal except that my blood count was low. Really? My blood count is low? Hhhhmmm, that's odd. I wonder what might be causing that. When I told her that the problem had gotten worse (by say, uhm, ten-fold) since I started taking the medication that's supposed to stop it. So, the recommendation was to TRIPLE my dosage of the drug. Really? Why? So that I can bleed to death three times as fast? Excellent! This is why I hate doctors. Yeah, doctors have been helping people die faster for thousands of years. I know they do their bit of good, and I've been very thankful for them at various times, but it seems to me that tripling something that made the condition worse when doubled isn't necessarily the best bet. But what do I know? Perhaps you could change doctors?
Get electricity again! SOON! I am muffling giddy sobs of joy that I again have electricity at work.
BTW, have I mentioned that yesterday SUCKED??!!!
-Confusia
I know that you texted me this morning and told me that you didn't have electricity, so even though I know you aren't going to see this until tomorrow (assuming that you have electricty tomorrow), I'm bored and I decided to write you anyway. Yes, that's right. 6th grade school, 400 kids, no electricity. No lights, no air, no AC, no computer, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch...I don't know who was happier, the kids or the teachers. It SUCKED, SUCKED, SUCKED!!!!!
I don't really have anything to say. I have nothing to share, but writing to you on the blog is just what I do and when I don't do it, it's like a small part of me has died. Sadly, the part of me that has died isn't the part of me that comes to work and sits in my room watching students take their 6 weeks test in math while my brain atrophies. I was, in fact, so bored that I took the 7th grade math 6 weeks test. (I made a 100, if you were wondering. And no, I did not cheat. I didn't write the test. It was the first time I saw it.) Sure. ha ha
Anyway, I saw that the Harry Potter kid is doing his naked play here in the states. It made me wonder if you'd made plans to go see it as I know that you have the hots for Harry Potter. Oh wait, I probably shouldn't have put that here. My guess is you don't want people to know about that. Oh well, I guess you can correct it when you get back on-line. Okay, I would just like to correct a few parts of this paragraph. First of all, I don't "have the hots" for the actor who plays Harry Potter. I have the hots for Harry Potter. And if the timing of the book is correct, the fictional Harry Potter at this time is like, 29. So that's okay. As far as it's okay to have the hots for a fictional character...As far as the Harry Potter kid (aka Daniel Radcliffe) doing his naked play in the U.S., no, I have not made plans to go see it. Having seen the first Potter movie which he made when he was 11, I think it would be more than a trifle awkward to see his exposed man parts. Awkward slash oogy. I'm gonna pass on that. However, when the play was first reviewed in England, one of the ladies who cast him in that part made a comment along the lines of, "He's DEFINITELY not a kid anymore!" so I can only assume by that somewhat suggestive comment that his exposed man parts are indeed something to see if one was so inclined...which I'm not. Promise.
Speaking of children...Steven called me last night. You know, I find that sort of an awkward situation now even more than before. I mean as if I didn't already have all these weird hang-ups about him, now I have to skirt around the topic of not being able to see him because I don't want to tell him that I can't see him because I'm bleeding to death. I think that'd probably kill the mood, ya know? I suppose working a puzzle together in companionable silence isn't do-able? ha ha
And speaking of bleeding to death, my doctor's nurse called me yesterday. She told me that my test results had come back and everything was normal except that my blood count was low. Really? My blood count is low? Hhhhmmm, that's odd. I wonder what might be causing that. When I told her that the problem had gotten worse (by say, uhm, ten-fold) since I started taking the medication that's supposed to stop it. So, the recommendation was to TRIPLE my dosage of the drug. Really? Why? So that I can bleed to death three times as fast? Excellent! This is why I hate doctors. Yeah, doctors have been helping people die faster for thousands of years. I know they do their bit of good, and I've been very thankful for them at various times, but it seems to me that tripling something that made the condition worse when doubled isn't necessarily the best bet. But what do I know? Perhaps you could change doctors?
Get electricity again! SOON! I am muffling giddy sobs of joy that I again have electricity at work.
BTW, have I mentioned that yesterday SUCKED??!!!
-Confusia
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Bustin' It Freestyle...(Actually, just a few good pics.)
It's a Beastie Boogaloo Kind of Day.
Dear Terps,
I really don't have much to report. Miracles never cease. What about you? Surely there's something spicy happening in your life right now. With what may I assist you today? :)
Have you been to the Beastlie Girls website lately? Just out of curiosity...
Whatever happened to the cardboard VW emblem I made for you?Yes, my day is so dull that I'm left to ponder relics from our past.
-Confusia
Dear Confusia,
Not much to report here really. I'm just waiting for a call from my doctor because I REALLY think that I am slowly bleeding to death. It's been a constant trickle since March 28th, but today the floodgates opened, but I've been on medication to make it stop for 7 days now. I don't understand what's happening. I went and had lab work done on Thursday of last week and haven't heard anything from her about it. Certainly the results would be back by now, yes? Whatever. Could losing this much blood be a weight loss plan?
As for the Beastlie Girls site, I haven't been there in forever. Anything new? And speaking of sites and new, we REALLY need to get back on snatchdotcom. As for my VW emblem (love the pix where Mike D. is sporting his) it was in my Rav4 when I had the accident that totalled it. When they took it off to the junk yard, I never retrieved any of the stuff in it. (Mr. Bigglesworth was in there as well. Oh and Likatung too...)
Now, I'm sad.
-Terps
PS Is it weird that I find Michelangelo's David so very attractive? I don't just mean that I find it a beautiful work, I mean I want to marry a guy that looks like him. I should keep that to myself. I'll blame it on the blood loss.
While I wish I could report that blood loss=weight loss, it doesn't. For awhile, I was seriously contemplating removing the Mirena and just abstaining because of the whacked out, in no way normal, terrifying level of bleeding I was suffering. So glad I didn't. I haven't even had one in almost two months. I think (keeping my fingers crossed) that it's finally working the way they told me it would. But yeah, I weighed myself daily during those stressful eight day bleed-a thons, and never lost a pound. Not fair. If you're going to bleed to death, you should at least be able to die at your ideal weight. I'm just sayin'.
Now I'm sad about your VW, Bigglesworth, and Likitung. Did not realize you'd lost all the sacred relics from our first year of friendship.
A. VW emblem that I made you for your birthday out of cardboard, a hanging plant chain, and gold spray paint. 'Cause you're worth it...ha ha Geez, I was broker then than I am now. How?
B. Our matching talking, plush Mr. Bigglesworths that I bought for us at some drive-thru.
"We don't gnaw on our kitt-ee." I still have mine, you know.
C. Likitung, the Pokemon with the four foot long tongue who attacks by licking you and making you "tingle". Because we are both total pervs...ha ha
This makes me wonder if I still have the letter I got from Sal, Attorney-to-the-Stars...you know, that letter you wrote and put in my box in the office that almost gave me a heart attack???
-Confusia
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
This Is Why I Teach
Dear Confusia,
This morning during my advisory class I was talking to a table of girls. One of the girls was telling me that she had to stay up really late last night doing housework and junk and that she was really tired and that her mom yelled at her for not getting the dishes done and so forth. Then she says, "I think my mom has that thing that women get when they get old." And I asked, "Oh, do you mean menopause?" And she says, "Yeah, that's it. It makes her all grumpy and mean." Well, another girl says, "Oh well then I think my dad must have menopause too." I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my cheeks." Priceless!
How are you today?
Love ya,
Terps
ha ha, I know a LOT of people who have menopause. Speaking of, when Confusia Jr. was 4 years old, I took her to the library one day to check out books and movies. Well, we were looking at the videos together, and she pulls one off the shelf and hands it to me. I look at it, and it's called, "Menopause: What You Need to Know." I guess she thought the cover of it was fascinating or something. ha ha I still tease her about that sometimes. You'd think she'd need to know about getting her period before she'd need to know about getting rid of it...but to each her own.
I'm doing better today. I have good days and bad. I didn't get into a huge emotional deal with Mr. Confusia last night, so today is a better day. I did have another weird dream, though. This one was about vampires of the Gary Oldman/Bram Stoker variety. They were trying to convert me into a vampire, and make me bear their vampire young. What do you suppose that means??
In other news, on my way to work this morning, a black cat crossed in front of my car. Then it looked up, saw that it was me, and crossed back again just to make good and sure he'd cursed me properly. Thanks alot, you stupid cat. Do you think it undid the bad luck by crossing back to where it started from, or do you think it doubled the bad luck? ha ha I really don't believe in that, but I thought it was funny that it crossed my path TWICE!
Well, none of the baby bunnies made it. I think they were just too young. We do have a BIG rabbit now, though. His name is Cotton. We got it from one of the math teachers here. He's a big white rabbit with grey ears, and a grey nose who likes to be scratched on his chin. So I came up with a plan for us to make extra money in the summer. We're going to take Cotton, and your pet cow on the road! That's right. We're going to have a travelling farm show! We just need to acquire some chickens now. We'll get some matching overalls and straw hats. How does that sound? Farmer Terps and Farmer Confusia. We'll make the kids clean up all the poo. :)
Okay, so after work yesterday, I decide to take the kids to the park. I figure this will help take my mind off my problems, and it will also get us out of the house in case Mr. Confusia stops by. I thought it wouldn't do him any harm to sit and wonder where we were instead of the other way around. I didn't know if he would stop by, but just in case...you know? We were gone until about 7:50, when we need to get home in order for the kids to be in bed at 8:30. We were home about twenty minutes and Mr. C shows up. Coming by to "see the kids" etc. Eventually, I get the kids down, but he doesn't leave. He thought we could "talk about some things." Well, here's how I feel about this...He's coming home all the time because he wants to. I think he gets bored and lonely, and misses us. Then he comes over, and somehow ends up staying so late that we fall asleep, which is what happened last night. This is absolutely ridiculous. Except for Sunday, he's being a better husband and father now than he was being before he "moved out". So what the hell is this all about??? I want to plan on being out of the house as much as possible this week, but if he knows the kids' bedtime is at 8:30, then I have the feeling he'll just wait until then to show up. Should I just let him think he's "moved out", and then sit back and enjoy the benefits of a better husband for me and father for the kids? Trust me not to be able to have a freakin' normal marriage. He even volunteered to watch all three kids this weekend so I could go out! He's never done that in all the time we've been together. It's like he has this crazy mindset that he's now "choosing" to be there instead of "having" to be there, and it seems to be making the difference for him. Anyway...CRAZY. blah, blah, blah. Nothing of a sexual nature happened last night. I won't allow it anymore. Not until something is resolved one way or the other. Ah, Mi VIDA LOCA!
Seriously, think over the "On the Road With Farmer Terps and Confusia" idea. I'm seeing big money from that...ha ha
-Confusia
BTW: Today on List of the Day, the mugshot is DEFINITELY Adam Duritz. I think.
First off, Cary doesn't know the kind of danger he's put himself in with talking shit about Duritz, you do. So mind yourself lest you should find a jail-made blade broken off in your gut. Alright, I know. I've actually gotten quite fond of Duritz as of late. Been listening to Cugust and Everything After quite a bit. However, you need not make threats. He is still yours. The thing with the mugshot was just too perfect because of the hair and the flabby neck...WHICH I can say because as earlier posted, I have begun to share in the affliction. Just like I can say Adrien Brody has a big nose. If YOU started talking about flabby necks and big noses, it wouldn't be kosher, though since you have neither. Which is why you suck..ha ha
As for your dream, I can only assume that since you have spent the better part of your life wanting to be a breeder for the Aryan Nation, in your convuluted subconscience you accidentally confused skinhead with vampire. Don't be too hard on yourself. It was an honest mistake. Now, now. You're going to cause people to really believe this was my life's ambition. I mean, we both know it is, but I figured it would be left between the two of us...ha ha Actually, yes, it was a very freaky dream because the vampire eggs were implanted in my boobs. Grody.
And it just so happens that my farmer friend who allows Jet, my pet cow, to live on her property has about 7 chickens running around. Sweet. We're good to go. Please pick up your overalls by June 6. Look out world! She also has 4 goats, 3 jackasses,yeah, but can they out-jackass us when we're drunk?? a bull, I'll let you be the bull handler. and a Shetland pony, but being as the pony has a, how would you say, biting problem, I wouldn't reccommend her for a travelling show. I would, however, have you consider the possibility of using her in class for a kind of interactive show and tell. Just a thought. DAmn, why didn't you already tell me about this pony? Such a good idea! I actually have a pony who lives next door to me who is "teething". Perhaps I could use her. I'll ask Confusia Jr. if the bites she gives are good and hard. She got to experience one last summer. I don't think she liked it.
Maybe for now you should just keep on keeping on with the Mr. Confusia situation, especially if you think you can get him to babysit the kids the weekend I come to town... Don't think I hadn't already considered this...ha ha
Gotta run! Why? Are the wild dogs after you?
This morning during my advisory class I was talking to a table of girls. One of the girls was telling me that she had to stay up really late last night doing housework and junk and that she was really tired and that her mom yelled at her for not getting the dishes done and so forth. Then she says, "I think my mom has that thing that women get when they get old." And I asked, "Oh, do you mean menopause?" And she says, "Yeah, that's it. It makes her all grumpy and mean." Well, another girl says, "Oh well then I think my dad must have menopause too." I laughed so hard I had tears rolling down my cheeks." Priceless!
How are you today?
Love ya,
Terps
ha ha, I know a LOT of people who have menopause. Speaking of, when Confusia Jr. was 4 years old, I took her to the library one day to check out books and movies. Well, we were looking at the videos together, and she pulls one off the shelf and hands it to me. I look at it, and it's called, "Menopause: What You Need to Know." I guess she thought the cover of it was fascinating or something. ha ha I still tease her about that sometimes. You'd think she'd need to know about getting her period before she'd need to know about getting rid of it...but to each her own.
I'm doing better today. I have good days and bad. I didn't get into a huge emotional deal with Mr. Confusia last night, so today is a better day. I did have another weird dream, though. This one was about vampires of the Gary Oldman/Bram Stoker variety. They were trying to convert me into a vampire, and make me bear their vampire young. What do you suppose that means??
In other news, on my way to work this morning, a black cat crossed in front of my car. Then it looked up, saw that it was me, and crossed back again just to make good and sure he'd cursed me properly. Thanks alot, you stupid cat. Do you think it undid the bad luck by crossing back to where it started from, or do you think it doubled the bad luck? ha ha I really don't believe in that, but I thought it was funny that it crossed my path TWICE!
Well, none of the baby bunnies made it. I think they were just too young. We do have a BIG rabbit now, though. His name is Cotton. We got it from one of the math teachers here. He's a big white rabbit with grey ears, and a grey nose who likes to be scratched on his chin. So I came up with a plan for us to make extra money in the summer. We're going to take Cotton, and your pet cow on the road! That's right. We're going to have a travelling farm show! We just need to acquire some chickens now. We'll get some matching overalls and straw hats. How does that sound? Farmer Terps and Farmer Confusia. We'll make the kids clean up all the poo. :)
Okay, so after work yesterday, I decide to take the kids to the park. I figure this will help take my mind off my problems, and it will also get us out of the house in case Mr. Confusia stops by. I thought it wouldn't do him any harm to sit and wonder where we were instead of the other way around. I didn't know if he would stop by, but just in case...you know? We were gone until about 7:50, when we need to get home in order for the kids to be in bed at 8:30. We were home about twenty minutes and Mr. C shows up. Coming by to "see the kids" etc. Eventually, I get the kids down, but he doesn't leave. He thought we could "talk about some things." Well, here's how I feel about this...He's coming home all the time because he wants to. I think he gets bored and lonely, and misses us. Then he comes over, and somehow ends up staying so late that we fall asleep, which is what happened last night. This is absolutely ridiculous. Except for Sunday, he's being a better husband and father now than he was being before he "moved out". So what the hell is this all about??? I want to plan on being out of the house as much as possible this week, but if he knows the kids' bedtime is at 8:30, then I have the feeling he'll just wait until then to show up. Should I just let him think he's "moved out", and then sit back and enjoy the benefits of a better husband for me and father for the kids? Trust me not to be able to have a freakin' normal marriage. He even volunteered to watch all three kids this weekend so I could go out! He's never done that in all the time we've been together. It's like he has this crazy mindset that he's now "choosing" to be there instead of "having" to be there, and it seems to be making the difference for him. Anyway...CRAZY. blah, blah, blah. Nothing of a sexual nature happened last night. I won't allow it anymore. Not until something is resolved one way or the other. Ah, Mi VIDA LOCA!
Seriously, think over the "On the Road With Farmer Terps and Confusia" idea. I'm seeing big money from that...ha ha
-Confusia
BTW: Today on List of the Day, the mugshot is DEFINITELY Adam Duritz. I think.
First off, Cary doesn't know the kind of danger he's put himself in with talking shit about Duritz, you do. So mind yourself lest you should find a jail-made blade broken off in your gut. Alright, I know. I've actually gotten quite fond of Duritz as of late. Been listening to Cugust and Everything After quite a bit. However, you need not make threats. He is still yours. The thing with the mugshot was just too perfect because of the hair and the flabby neck...WHICH I can say because as earlier posted, I have begun to share in the affliction. Just like I can say Adrien Brody has a big nose. If YOU started talking about flabby necks and big noses, it wouldn't be kosher, though since you have neither. Which is why you suck..ha ha
As for your dream, I can only assume that since you have spent the better part of your life wanting to be a breeder for the Aryan Nation, in your convuluted subconscience you accidentally confused skinhead with vampire. Don't be too hard on yourself. It was an honest mistake. Now, now. You're going to cause people to really believe this was my life's ambition. I mean, we both know it is, but I figured it would be left between the two of us...ha ha Actually, yes, it was a very freaky dream because the vampire eggs were implanted in my boobs. Grody.
And it just so happens that my farmer friend who allows Jet, my pet cow, to live on her property has about 7 chickens running around. Sweet. We're good to go. Please pick up your overalls by June 6. Look out world! She also has 4 goats, 3 jackasses,yeah, but can they out-jackass us when we're drunk?? a bull, I'll let you be the bull handler. and a Shetland pony, but being as the pony has a, how would you say, biting problem, I wouldn't reccommend her for a travelling show. I would, however, have you consider the possibility of using her in class for a kind of interactive show and tell. Just a thought. DAmn, why didn't you already tell me about this pony? Such a good idea! I actually have a pony who lives next door to me who is "teething". Perhaps I could use her. I'll ask Confusia Jr. if the bites she gives are good and hard. She got to experience one last summer. I don't think she liked it.
Maybe for now you should just keep on keeping on with the Mr. Confusia situation, especially if you think you can get him to babysit the kids the weekend I come to town... Don't think I hadn't already considered this...ha ha
Gotta run! Why? Are the wild dogs after you?
Monday, April 7, 2008
It Feels Like I've Done This All Before
Dear Confusia,
How are you? How was your weekend? How are things at home? I would write more but I have a throbbing headache and feel really uninspired. Maybe I'll be better a little later.
Terps
Dear Terps,
I decided to respond on this post rather than do a new one because your title works so well for what I have to say.
Friday night, Mr. Confusia came over. It was just me and the baby so he ended up staying for awhile. He watched a movie with me, then one thing led to another, etc. He left Saturday morning to go fishing with a friend. He showed up last night to ask me if he could do some laundry, and he'd give me a couple of dollars for the cost of it. His demeanor was so completely different from what it had been on Friday that I got pretty upset. He seemed surprised by that. We spoke for a little while. I told him he needed to make up his mind and stop playing games with me. I asked him why he was still wearing his wedding ring. He said, "I've just grown accustomed to it." I told him that he should go ahead and take it off since he was breaking his vows to me. He tried, but it was stuck. I proceeded to pull that thing off of his hand. It took me a little while, but if I'd had to grease his hand up with peanut butter, it was coming off. I basically told him that he'd never loved me, didn't love our family, that he lied to me every time he'd said the words, "I love you." and that I was a monumental fool for ever believing him. etc. It wasn't pretty. Finally, I told him that I had to get the baby to bed, which was a pretty big hint for him to go ahead and go. After that, because apparently my eyes and nose weren't red and puffy enough, I cried myself to sleep. I again had dreams in which various people treated me like shit, and woke feeling totally ready for Monday and work, as you can imagine after such a fun night.
I really don't want to talk to anyone, or even be here. I HATE this!!! It's so not right. And yeah, maybe it's happening for a reason, and it's not like our marriage was perfect or anything because it wasn't, but it was MY marriage, you know? And to see him fuck it up, and trash his vows after six fucking months...there are no words. He should be ashamed of himself for being a quitter and a liar. If he decided that he's been a fool, which he has, and wants to come home...I don't even know how to handle that. I want to save our marriage, but only if conditions change, and he starts taking responsibility for his issues, and his moods. I just feel so lonely. Like everything I believed was a lie, and that I'm an ass. His brother is being great, though. When I told him what's been going on, he said, "No wonder I haven't seen him. He knows what I'd have to say about what he's doing. He knows I'd send his ass home." He went on to say that if I needed anything at all to let him and his wife know. That they're my family, and that that would never change.
-Confusia
How are you? How was your weekend? How are things at home? I would write more but I have a throbbing headache and feel really uninspired. Maybe I'll be better a little later.
Terps
Dear Terps,
I decided to respond on this post rather than do a new one because your title works so well for what I have to say.
Friday night, Mr. Confusia came over. It was just me and the baby so he ended up staying for awhile. He watched a movie with me, then one thing led to another, etc. He left Saturday morning to go fishing with a friend. He showed up last night to ask me if he could do some laundry, and he'd give me a couple of dollars for the cost of it. His demeanor was so completely different from what it had been on Friday that I got pretty upset. He seemed surprised by that. We spoke for a little while. I told him he needed to make up his mind and stop playing games with me. I asked him why he was still wearing his wedding ring. He said, "I've just grown accustomed to it." I told him that he should go ahead and take it off since he was breaking his vows to me. He tried, but it was stuck. I proceeded to pull that thing off of his hand. It took me a little while, but if I'd had to grease his hand up with peanut butter, it was coming off. I basically told him that he'd never loved me, didn't love our family, that he lied to me every time he'd said the words, "I love you." and that I was a monumental fool for ever believing him. etc. It wasn't pretty. Finally, I told him that I had to get the baby to bed, which was a pretty big hint for him to go ahead and go. After that, because apparently my eyes and nose weren't red and puffy enough, I cried myself to sleep. I again had dreams in which various people treated me like shit, and woke feeling totally ready for Monday and work, as you can imagine after such a fun night.
I really don't want to talk to anyone, or even be here. I HATE this!!! It's so not right. And yeah, maybe it's happening for a reason, and it's not like our marriage was perfect or anything because it wasn't, but it was MY marriage, you know? And to see him fuck it up, and trash his vows after six fucking months...there are no words. He should be ashamed of himself for being a quitter and a liar. If he decided that he's been a fool, which he has, and wants to come home...I don't even know how to handle that. I want to save our marriage, but only if conditions change, and he starts taking responsibility for his issues, and his moods. I just feel so lonely. Like everything I believed was a lie, and that I'm an ass. His brother is being great, though. When I told him what's been going on, he said, "No wonder I haven't seen him. He knows what I'd have to say about what he's doing. He knows I'd send his ass home." He went on to say that if I needed anything at all to let him and his wife know. That they're my family, and that that would never change.
-Confusia
Dearest Confusia,
I know that there is nothing I can say that will change this or make it better for you in this moment. I wish I could. All I can say for certain is that I love you and will do anything within my power to help you any way I can. Please let me know what I can do for you. I do believe that every trial we are faced with makes us stronger. No matter the end result of this, you will be a richer person for having experienced it. Please call me when you can.
Love, Terps
Thanks, and I'm sorry for being such a whiny baby about this lately. It's just really difficult for me. I knew there was a chance it could happen, but at the same time, I can't believe it actually is. I know I'll survive. I was actually doing better last Friday. I had pretty well dealt with it, and was just having a few residual pains. I feel like I'm starting today back at fucking square one. I'm an idiot. That's it.
Of course you know that none of this has anything to do with being an idiot. Sure, we have all done idiotic things in our life (think working for HEB ISD), but nothing you have done in this relationship makes you an idiot. Being upset and hurt and sad, all of that, it's natural. If you weren't, I'd think there was something terribly wrong with you. Trust me, I have been through this. I know it feels like you are a failure. I know that it seems like a personal insult that you aren't good enough. But honestly, Confusia, that's not the reality of it. Relationships are multi-facited. They aren't flat with black and white truths and realizations. Had either of you KNOWN undoubtedly that this WAS going to happen, then you wouldn't have done this. You took a risk. You took a chance. Now know that you are going through a learning experience. If this works out, you learn from it. If it doesn't, you learn from that as well. Everything will get easier. I'm living proof.
Yes, I do feel like a failure, and I feel like I wasn't good enough. I also feel that he didn't try, and I have some anger about that. Like, why the hell did he even ask me to marry him if he wasn't going to make a serious attempt. (And I would not call 6 months a serious attempt.) We lived together for over a year before we got married. He knew what he was in store for. Nobody held a gun to his head. So why did he make a mockery of it all??? Why did he stand at the altar and say those vows, if he knew he wasn't able to deal with it? That's how I feel. I feel like he made a fool of me, and I'm very angry about it.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Brilliantly Humiliating Idea!
Confusia,
I was reading some other blogs, and I stumbled across one which lead me to several others of all these people who are food journaling everything they eat in a day. So, I thought that would be a really great idea for us. Not so that we can become more conscious of what we eat, but rather so that we can make these people feel better about themselves should they happen to stumble upon our blog. The blog (entitled Confessions of a Fat Girl...which I think would be a great name for the Beastlie Girl's next LP) is far more in depth than ours (they calculate far more things i.e. calories, fat grams, carbs, proteins, etc), but I think we would be serving humanity well if we listed our daily feedings. We could add to it as need be (which for me today could be a lot! OK, I shall start.
Terps' Food Consumption 04/04/08
Breakfast:
Venti Black Coffee from Starbucks
More than the serving size (by a lot no doubt) of Zapp's Regular Flavor Potato Chips
Calories: A zillion; Fat Grams: Enough
Mid-morning Snack:
Two handfuls (by that I mean giant, meaty man paws) of Starburst Jellybeans
Calories: Good job only eating 2 handfuls; Fat Grams: Jellybeans are a fat-free food.
Lunch:
Two slices low-fat wheat bread
One vegan "chicken" patty
Remainder of bag of Zapps Potato Chips
Calories: None of your fucking business; Fat Grams: Damn, you Zapp's people
Dinner:
I'm working tonight so I shall just drink my weight in booze.
Another round of Jagermeister for me and my thighs!
Um, not sure if this is a good idea. People will gain weight just by reading what I've eaten today, and then they'll hate our blog. But here goes:
Breakfast: Large Diet Coke
Sausage biscuit from McDonald's
Lunch: Large Diet Coke
Personal pepperoni pizza
3 breadsticks
Dinner: (I already know what I'm going to have..)
Bowl of Curves cereal. (Like this will do any good after the massive calories already ingested.)
Net weight gain: 5 pounds from eating this stuff, another 3 from writing it down.
Now then, aren't you sorry you came up with this plan???
And could someone please explain to me why I think that drinking Diet Coke with my meals is doing me any good? "Hi, I'll have the Loaded Big Mac, Cheese Lovers and Pepperoni Foot Long Sub...and can I Supersize that? , and a Diet Coke." Like the drive-thru peeps aren't rolling their eyes at me...
-Confusia
-Confusia
I was reading some other blogs, and I stumbled across one which lead me to several others of all these people who are food journaling everything they eat in a day. So, I thought that would be a really great idea for us. Not so that we can become more conscious of what we eat, but rather so that we can make these people feel better about themselves should they happen to stumble upon our blog. The blog (entitled Confessions of a Fat Girl...which I think would be a great name for the Beastlie Girl's next LP) is far more in depth than ours (they calculate far more things i.e. calories, fat grams, carbs, proteins, etc), but I think we would be serving humanity well if we listed our daily feedings. We could add to it as need be (which for me today could be a lot! OK, I shall start.
Terps' Food Consumption 04/04/08
Breakfast:
Venti Black Coffee from Starbucks
More than the serving size (by a lot no doubt) of Zapp's Regular Flavor Potato Chips
Calories: A zillion; Fat Grams: Enough
Mid-morning Snack:
Two handfuls (by that I mean giant, meaty man paws) of Starburst Jellybeans
Calories: Good job only eating 2 handfuls; Fat Grams: Jellybeans are a fat-free food.
Lunch:
Two slices low-fat wheat bread
One vegan "chicken" patty
Remainder of bag of Zapps Potato Chips
Calories: None of your fucking business; Fat Grams: Damn, you Zapp's people
Dinner:
I'm working tonight so I shall just drink my weight in booze.
Another round of Jagermeister for me and my thighs!
Um, not sure if this is a good idea. People will gain weight just by reading what I've eaten today, and then they'll hate our blog. But here goes:
Breakfast: Large Diet Coke
Sausage biscuit from McDonald's
Lunch: Large Diet Coke
Personal pepperoni pizza
3 breadsticks
Dinner: (I already know what I'm going to have..)
Bowl of Curves cereal. (Like this will do any good after the massive calories already ingested.)
Net weight gain: 5 pounds from eating this stuff, another 3 from writing it down.
Now then, aren't you sorry you came up with this plan???
And could someone please explain to me why I think that drinking Diet Coke with my meals is doing me any good? "Hi, I'll have the Loaded Big Mac, Cheese Lovers and Pepperoni Foot Long Sub...and can I Supersize that? , and a Diet Coke." Like the drive-thru peeps aren't rolling their eyes at me...
-Confusia
-Confusia
I'll Take "Shoot Me Now" for $500, Alex.
Dear Terps, Dear Confusia,
I had a few great dcreams last night. Are you kidding me? I woke up so many times last night thinking about how I was going to have to write you an email telling you about that dream. Interesting...Let me tell you about them.
The first one involved Mr. Confusia handing me a book by this "great" marriage counselor type guy. In the book, this guy suggested that all wives sign contracts for their husbands promising to follow directions, and be respectful and basically, subservient. Mr. Confusia wanted me to sign the contract, and I was saying, "What? NO! I won't sign this. This is ridiculous! I'm not going to be a second class citizen in this marriage." At least you didn't sign the contract, ya know? I mean at least you can be pruod that even in your dreams you have integrity. Bottom line is...this dream sucked.
The second one involved my older sister and a party she was having. She came up to me, and suggested that she might run out of croissants and strawberries and was asking me not to eat seconds. Then she said something in French, and my other sister gasps, and says, "That's mean!" I said, "What did she say?" And she replies with a certain look, and says, "You know..."
I took that to mean that I wasn't supposed to get seconds because I'm such a lard ass...You have to ask me not to eat all the food for everybody. That is a bad dream. When I have dreams that bother me, I like to rework them when awake and make myself feel better. For instance, you could have told her that you had no intention of eating another croissant as the first was so dry it would have caused a Saint Bernard (or some other heavily slobbering dog) to choke. Then you would have picked up a bottle of Perrier (or whatever pretentious French-type beverage being served) and thrown it in her face as you walk out with the best looking mime in attendance. Bottom line...this dream sucked, too.
The third dream involved me buying shirts for my daughter and Isaac's half-sister. Neither of them liked the shirts, and the half-sister said, "Couldn't you have just bought me a big, orange jacket instead?" I was pissed because I'd done something nice for them, and they were totally ungrateful. And the lesson to be learned here is no good deed goes unpunished. Maybe it was an honest reminder to you to stop being so nice and considerate. I know that sounds awful, but you know what I mean, right? Maybe it's one of those, "Looking out for yourself and doing something for you is sometimes ok" reminders. Maybe?
My question is, "Why do I have to have dreams like this?" I mean, if I wanted to take a bunch of crap from people 24-7, I would just stay awake. Tonight, I'd like to just special order a hot dream with Adrien Brody, if that would be okay... OK, well here goes my dream. I had a dream that I was so angry at someone that we both know but who shall remain nameless at this time had annoyed me so badly that I started pummeling her. I was really giving her the smackdown of a lifetime. Then I would wake up, think to myself, "Hhhmmm, that's odd as I'm not even annoyed with her right now," and then go back to sleep and continue to beat the shit out of her. Very odd.
Now, I get to work, and I've got the worst two kids in school who are already doing their best to give me the most ginormous fucking headache of all fucking time. Is the swearing necessary, you ask? OMG!!! HEEELLLLLPPPP MMMMEEEEEE!!!!!!
Love, Confusia
This is the conversation I'm currently engaged in. Let me transcribe: Let me translate:
AC: Can I go to the office?
Me: No. Sadly, no.
AC: Why not?
Me: Because you've already been there. They sent you here. Because they hate you and me both
AC: But I need to go:
Me: They don't want you there. Just like your parents don't want you at home. Because they don't love you and never have. Stop banging your desk. Before I crack it over your head.
AC: Can I get another infraction so I can go to the office?
Me: No. Don't ask me again. Or I will get an infraction which will land me in jail.
AC:Man, I want to go to the office....
Me: I'm not going to tell you again. Stop banging the desk. You break it, you buy it. And I will gladly take the cost of it out of your hide.
AC: Sorry, ya. How much does it cost?
Me: You need to get a book and be reading. Not that you know how to read, but...
AC: I don't have one.
Me: You can come get one.
AC: I already read all of them.
Me: I doubt that. Oh, well since you've read them all, I need someone to write book reports about each of the books so that other students will have an idea what the books are about when they get sent here for acting like assholes as you have. Which one would you like to start with?
On and on it goes...Pray for this young man today. My fingers are itching...
-Confusia (who is not at all confused about what punishments she would inflict on this young person(?))
In Terpsichore World...I had another doctors appointment to try to determine what is wrong with me as I think I might be slowly bleeding to death. Good times!
Also, I just bought a plan ticket to fly to Dallas the weekend of April 25th. I don't know if you'll have any chance of getting together, but if you can, let me know.
Geez! I'm seeing spots from trying to read the light torquoise or however you spell that word. Yes, yes, I'm glad you like it. I find it most pleasant sandwiched in here between your rows of orange, yes?
I loved the translations. All of them true. Great minds think alike. You and I have had far too many like work experiences for me to not know your true meanings. When the other kid couldn't do his science busy work without asking me a TRILLION questions, I assigned him a 1 1/2 page on what Scienc'es next great discovery should be, and why. "What should I write about?" ARRGGHH!
Here, let me think for you. How do you even effing figure out how to breathe? Would you like me to do that for you, too? Can you wipe your own ass? I kid you not, Terps. I need some meds today!!!! Them or me, as you once so aptly put it. A quote that I have used countless times in my life. "Either the kid or me on Adderall NOW! And I mean that!"
I think tonight, rather than a hot dream about Adrien Brody, I want to have your dream that I'm beating the shit out of someone. THAT sounds great!!! What a wonderful stress reliever! So much nicer than being controlled, being told you're an enormous freak who eats everybody's food, and listening to a bunch of whining. I will say that it was quite satisfying and I don't even want to beat this particular person. I can only imagine how nice it would be if you wanted to mangle someone.
Well, I'm off to lunch. I'm going to strap on the old pig snout and snuffle my way through all the lunch bags in the Teacher's Lounge fridge. Speaking of, I was going to ask you earlier if you thought potato chips and coffee were a healthy breakfast...
-Confusia -Terps
Terps,
Have I profiled my other star pupil today? Seriously, am I on Candid Camera???
This kid has asked me at least 1.3 million questions so far. I finally just had to tell him that I would not answer any more questions, listen to any more comments. If I hear his voice anymore today, I'm going to go apeshit. For real.
I had a few great dcreams last night. Are you kidding me? I woke up so many times last night thinking about how I was going to have to write you an email telling you about that dream. Interesting...Let me tell you about them.
The first one involved Mr. Confusia handing me a book by this "great" marriage counselor type guy. In the book, this guy suggested that all wives sign contracts for their husbands promising to follow directions, and be respectful and basically, subservient. Mr. Confusia wanted me to sign the contract, and I was saying, "What? NO! I won't sign this. This is ridiculous! I'm not going to be a second class citizen in this marriage." At least you didn't sign the contract, ya know? I mean at least you can be pruod that even in your dreams you have integrity. Bottom line is...this dream sucked.
The second one involved my older sister and a party she was having. She came up to me, and suggested that she might run out of croissants and strawberries and was asking me not to eat seconds. Then she said something in French, and my other sister gasps, and says, "That's mean!" I said, "What did she say?" And she replies with a certain look, and says, "You know..."
I took that to mean that I wasn't supposed to get seconds because I'm such a lard ass...You have to ask me not to eat all the food for everybody. That is a bad dream. When I have dreams that bother me, I like to rework them when awake and make myself feel better. For instance, you could have told her that you had no intention of eating another croissant as the first was so dry it would have caused a Saint Bernard (or some other heavily slobbering dog) to choke. Then you would have picked up a bottle of Perrier (or whatever pretentious French-type beverage being served) and thrown it in her face as you walk out with the best looking mime in attendance. Bottom line...this dream sucked, too.
The third dream involved me buying shirts for my daughter and Isaac's half-sister. Neither of them liked the shirts, and the half-sister said, "Couldn't you have just bought me a big, orange jacket instead?" I was pissed because I'd done something nice for them, and they were totally ungrateful. And the lesson to be learned here is no good deed goes unpunished. Maybe it was an honest reminder to you to stop being so nice and considerate. I know that sounds awful, but you know what I mean, right? Maybe it's one of those, "Looking out for yourself and doing something for you is sometimes ok" reminders. Maybe?
My question is, "Why do I have to have dreams like this?" I mean, if I wanted to take a bunch of crap from people 24-7, I would just stay awake. Tonight, I'd like to just special order a hot dream with Adrien Brody, if that would be okay... OK, well here goes my dream. I had a dream that I was so angry at someone that we both know but who shall remain nameless at this time had annoyed me so badly that I started pummeling her. I was really giving her the smackdown of a lifetime. Then I would wake up, think to myself, "Hhhmmm, that's odd as I'm not even annoyed with her right now," and then go back to sleep and continue to beat the shit out of her. Very odd.
Now, I get to work, and I've got the worst two kids in school who are already doing their best to give me the most ginormous fucking headache of all fucking time. Is the swearing necessary, you ask? OMG!!! HEEELLLLLPPPP MMMMEEEEEE!!!!!!
Love, Confusia
This is the conversation I'm currently engaged in. Let me transcribe: Let me translate:
AC: Can I go to the office?
Me: No. Sadly, no.
AC: Why not?
Me: Because you've already been there. They sent you here. Because they hate you and me both
AC: But I need to go:
Me: They don't want you there. Just like your parents don't want you at home. Because they don't love you and never have. Stop banging your desk. Before I crack it over your head.
AC: Can I get another infraction so I can go to the office?
Me: No. Don't ask me again. Or I will get an infraction which will land me in jail.
AC:Man, I want to go to the office....
Me: I'm not going to tell you again. Stop banging the desk. You break it, you buy it. And I will gladly take the cost of it out of your hide.
AC: Sorry, ya. How much does it cost?
Me: You need to get a book and be reading. Not that you know how to read, but...
AC: I don't have one.
Me: You can come get one.
AC: I already read all of them.
Me: I doubt that. Oh, well since you've read them all, I need someone to write book reports about each of the books so that other students will have an idea what the books are about when they get sent here for acting like assholes as you have. Which one would you like to start with?
On and on it goes...Pray for this young man today. My fingers are itching...
-Confusia (who is not at all confused about what punishments she would inflict on this young person(?))
In Terpsichore World...I had another doctors appointment to try to determine what is wrong with me as I think I might be slowly bleeding to death. Good times!
Also, I just bought a plan ticket to fly to Dallas the weekend of April 25th. I don't know if you'll have any chance of getting together, but if you can, let me know.
Geez! I'm seeing spots from trying to read the light torquoise or however you spell that word. Yes, yes, I'm glad you like it. I find it most pleasant sandwiched in here between your rows of orange, yes?
I loved the translations. All of them true. Great minds think alike. You and I have had far too many like work experiences for me to not know your true meanings. When the other kid couldn't do his science busy work without asking me a TRILLION questions, I assigned him a 1 1/2 page on what Scienc'es next great discovery should be, and why. "What should I write about?" ARRGGHH!
Here, let me think for you. How do you even effing figure out how to breathe? Would you like me to do that for you, too? Can you wipe your own ass? I kid you not, Terps. I need some meds today!!!! Them or me, as you once so aptly put it. A quote that I have used countless times in my life. "Either the kid or me on Adderall NOW! And I mean that!"
I think tonight, rather than a hot dream about Adrien Brody, I want to have your dream that I'm beating the shit out of someone. THAT sounds great!!! What a wonderful stress reliever! So much nicer than being controlled, being told you're an enormous freak who eats everybody's food, and listening to a bunch of whining. I will say that it was quite satisfying and I don't even want to beat this particular person. I can only imagine how nice it would be if you wanted to mangle someone.
Well, I'm off to lunch. I'm going to strap on the old pig snout and snuffle my way through all the lunch bags in the Teacher's Lounge fridge. Speaking of, I was going to ask you earlier if you thought potato chips and coffee were a healthy breakfast...
-Confusia -Terps
Terps,
Have I profiled my other star pupil today? Seriously, am I on Candid Camera???
This kid has asked me at least 1.3 million questions so far. I finally just had to tell him that I would not answer any more questions, listen to any more comments. If I hear his voice anymore today, I'm going to go apeshit. For real.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Better?
Dear Confusia,
I'm just checking to see if you are feeling any better today. I hope so.
Love ya,
Terpsichore
Sorry I'm just getting to this today. My comp. has been acting up.
I am feeling a bit better today, though still not great. Mr. Confusia has been gone since Sunday night, though he's made various trips home to get stuff. I won't lie. It has sucked. I figured that he would be back again because he usually comes home pretty quickly, but he hasn't this time. I still feel strongly that if he's not willing to change his attitudes, then there's no use in his coming home, so I may just have to struggle through this. Apparently, he doesn't want to change. Apparently, he doesn't feel that I or his 6 month old daughter is worth it. That hurts. I mean, all he has to do is take his medicine, but he won't do it. He says he'll take it now that he's leaving. That pisses me off even more. The whole thing blows. REally, That's all there is to it.
Anyhow, thank you for just trying to comfort me through this instead of being like, "He's an asshole anyway. You should be glad he's gone." That would probably really bother me, so I'm grateful that you haven't been doing that. He does have his good qualities. He also has flaws which make me want to chase him out of the house while beating him with a rolling pin. I don't know what will happen. I just want to have a happy home. If that can't happen with him, then it will have to happen without him.
Love, Confusia
I'm just checking to see if you are feeling any better today. I hope so.
Love ya,
Terpsichore
Sorry I'm just getting to this today. My comp. has been acting up.
I am feeling a bit better today, though still not great. Mr. Confusia has been gone since Sunday night, though he's made various trips home to get stuff. I won't lie. It has sucked. I figured that he would be back again because he usually comes home pretty quickly, but he hasn't this time. I still feel strongly that if he's not willing to change his attitudes, then there's no use in his coming home, so I may just have to struggle through this. Apparently, he doesn't want to change. Apparently, he doesn't feel that I or his 6 month old daughter is worth it. That hurts. I mean, all he has to do is take his medicine, but he won't do it. He says he'll take it now that he's leaving. That pisses me off even more. The whole thing blows. REally, That's all there is to it.
Anyhow, thank you for just trying to comfort me through this instead of being like, "He's an asshole anyway. You should be glad he's gone." That would probably really bother me, so I'm grateful that you haven't been doing that. He does have his good qualities. He also has flaws which make me want to chase him out of the house while beating him with a rolling pin. I don't know what will happen. I just want to have a happy home. If that can't happen with him, then it will have to happen without him.
Love, Confusia
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Good Time Girl
Not having a good day so far.
-Confusia
Must have more information to equally share in your misery. Here's a little funny that should cheer you up. Steven called me last night at around 9:00 and as I was already in pjs sans make-up and ready to crash (as a head injury warrants) I ignored the call. Well, he texted me today and said, "Sorry I missed you last night. I was in your area and really wanted to see you." To which I responded: "Read=Sorry I missed you last night. I was in your area and really wanted to fuck you." Too crass?
-Terps
Just an all-over general misery. Everything is going wrong right now, or maybe it's going right, and I'm just not emotionally ready for it. I don't know. Sorry this is so cryptic. Having some personal troubles with marriage and family. Please keep me in mind. Love, Confusia
PS Not too crass. Honest. However, maybe it's not just about fucking for him, you know?
Confusia,
I'm sorry. That's all I can think to say right now. I wish I had some advice or words of wisdom. Just know that whatever happens is meant to happen for a reason, even if it takes a LONG time for that reason to become clear. It took a long time for me. Please call me if you get a chance. If nothing else, I'm a good listener. Or if you prefer, I could lay down some fat rhymes for you.
Love ya,
Terps
Laying down the rhymes is always a depression-buster, for sure. So is rum. Actually, I haven't had a drink, so I'm just talking smack here in my fantasy world. I'm too uptight right now for a drink as alcohol tends to exaggerate whatever you're currently feeling. I need to be more uptight like I need a lower paying job.
Love, Confusia
-Confusia
Must have more information to equally share in your misery. Here's a little funny that should cheer you up. Steven called me last night at around 9:00 and as I was already in pjs sans make-up and ready to crash (as a head injury warrants) I ignored the call. Well, he texted me today and said, "Sorry I missed you last night. I was in your area and really wanted to see you." To which I responded: "Read=Sorry I missed you last night. I was in your area and really wanted to fuck you." Too crass?
-Terps
Just an all-over general misery. Everything is going wrong right now, or maybe it's going right, and I'm just not emotionally ready for it. I don't know. Sorry this is so cryptic. Having some personal troubles with marriage and family. Please keep me in mind. Love, Confusia
PS Not too crass. Honest. However, maybe it's not just about fucking for him, you know?
Confusia,
I'm sorry. That's all I can think to say right now. I wish I had some advice or words of wisdom. Just know that whatever happens is meant to happen for a reason, even if it takes a LONG time for that reason to become clear. It took a long time for me. Please call me if you get a chance. If nothing else, I'm a good listener. Or if you prefer, I could lay down some fat rhymes for you.
Love ya,
Terps
Laying down the rhymes is always a depression-buster, for sure. So is rum. Actually, I haven't had a drink, so I'm just talking smack here in my fantasy world. I'm too uptight right now for a drink as alcohol tends to exaggerate whatever you're currently feeling. I need to be more uptight like I need a lower paying job.
Love, Confusia
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Cheese and Crackers with Good Gravy
Dear Terps, Dear Confusia, Dear Terps, now I'm confused 'cause I'm usually orange.
Cheese and Crackers! Or Good Gravy (which might have been what I said upon contact. Never mind, I said, "FUCK!") This is generally the best response for painful incidents, be they bashing one's head on a locker, or listening to Mr. Confusia telling me one more reason why his life sucks. That made my head hurt just reading it. The pain is how I know I'm still alive...sadly. OW! I can hear the somewhat metallic clang (I think the lockers are wood and plastic, but even still the metal plate in my head did cause quite a clang) Was it the metal plate, or your helmet..ha ha. ( I know I'm wrong for this, but I couldn't resist. Feel free to retaliate.)as your head connected to the locker. That sucks. Sorry it happened to you. I'd be very careful for the next few days. It's been my clutzy experience that these little injuries happen in clusters. Last month, within a three day period, I cut myself while chopping onions. The next day, I slipped (on a banana peel???)Probably on all the tears of self-pity falling from my eyes., and hit the crap out of my knee. The day after that, it was catching my toe on something hard and unyielding, though I forget what object it was (some sixth grader's head?)If ONLY!!! Would have been worth the resulting pain., exactly. So, USE EXTREME CAUTION! You are way likely to injure yourself a few more times in the next couple of days. One of life's little mysteries. In the meantime, I hope you feel better soon.
That's alot of stuff to teach. Here's stuff I teach currently, or within the past 24 hours:
1. In-School Suspension (aka prison training)
2. French Fry Cartons for Infants: How Soon is Too Soon? (Never! The answer is never!!!) They're rich in fiber, right?
3. Goblins: Fact or Fiction? (Depends on if you've been a good boy or a bad boy...) ha ha ha ha ha
4. Baby Rabbit Care (subtitled, "Guide to a Proper Bunny Funeral") (There goes Peter Cottontail)
5. Aquarium Upkeep: When All the Fish Are Belly-Up, There's a Problem. (aka Dead Man's Float: It's not just for lazy fat kids anymore) Stinky dead fish = Stinky living room. Scooping large, dead fish out of aquarium with a tiny minnow net = FUCK!
6. How to Make a Model of a Plant Cell Out of Edible Materials in Five Minutes (Don't forget the cell wall.)
Recipe:
Cell Wall= Bowl (rectangular for a plant cell)
Cell Membrane = Leftover cake cut into strips and placed around edge of bowl
Cytoplasm= Old frosting
Nucleus= one glob of cookie dough mom made in less than a minute
Chromosomes=chocolate chips in the cookie dough
Golgi Complex= chocolate coins from Easter which Mom has carefully cut into Golgi like strips
Chloroplasts= green Easter jelly beans
Ribosomes=red Easter jelly beans
8. Phone Etiquette: When "Who is this?" Just Isn't the Right Way to Answer Mom's Phone. (Unless Mom's answering it due to texts from Confusia Jr's teen friends)
9. "Sup, Confusia Jr?", or Why Mom Hates a Million Text Msgs. From Teen Boys on Her Phone., (OMG!) IDK, BUT LIL CON BFF IS SWMC WHO NDS 2 LA OFF THE WRD "SUP" ASAP.
10.How Not to be an Asshole: or Your Meds, Your Responsibilities (aka Up yours dill weed!) I second the motion.
11.Why Leaving Your Lamp on All Night Is the Single Biggest Cause of Global Warming, and Is Killing Baby Penguins and Cute Baby Polar Bears Every Day. (Wow....that's harsh.) I don't actually tell them this, but I may start if they don't stop turning the $**^+*& light on all night.
12.Why Grasshoppers Aren't Scary, and Are, in fact, Just Like Baby Bunnies, Only Crunchier. I might need you to teach me that one. This lesson only gets taught when I'm driving, and the kids start screaming hysterically because they've just discovered that a grasshopper is in the back seat with them.
What can I say? I'm a scholar.
Love, Confusia
Love, Terps
Cheese and Crackers! Or Good Gravy (which might have been what I said upon contact. Never mind, I said, "FUCK!") This is generally the best response for painful incidents, be they bashing one's head on a locker, or listening to Mr. Confusia telling me one more reason why his life sucks. That made my head hurt just reading it. The pain is how I know I'm still alive...sadly. OW! I can hear the somewhat metallic clang (I think the lockers are wood and plastic, but even still the metal plate in my head did cause quite a clang) Was it the metal plate, or your helmet..ha ha. ( I know I'm wrong for this, but I couldn't resist. Feel free to retaliate.)as your head connected to the locker. That sucks. Sorry it happened to you. I'd be very careful for the next few days. It's been my clutzy experience that these little injuries happen in clusters. Last month, within a three day period, I cut myself while chopping onions. The next day, I slipped (on a banana peel???)Probably on all the tears of self-pity falling from my eyes., and hit the crap out of my knee. The day after that, it was catching my toe on something hard and unyielding, though I forget what object it was (some sixth grader's head?)If ONLY!!! Would have been worth the resulting pain., exactly. So, USE EXTREME CAUTION! You are way likely to injure yourself a few more times in the next couple of days. One of life's little mysteries. In the meantime, I hope you feel better soon.
That's alot of stuff to teach. Here's stuff I teach currently, or within the past 24 hours:
1. In-School Suspension (aka prison training)
2. French Fry Cartons for Infants: How Soon is Too Soon? (Never! The answer is never!!!) They're rich in fiber, right?
3. Goblins: Fact or Fiction? (Depends on if you've been a good boy or a bad boy...) ha ha ha ha ha
4. Baby Rabbit Care (subtitled, "Guide to a Proper Bunny Funeral") (There goes Peter Cottontail)
5. Aquarium Upkeep: When All the Fish Are Belly-Up, There's a Problem. (aka Dead Man's Float: It's not just for lazy fat kids anymore) Stinky dead fish = Stinky living room. Scooping large, dead fish out of aquarium with a tiny minnow net = FUCK!
6. How to Make a Model of a Plant Cell Out of Edible Materials in Five Minutes (Don't forget the cell wall.)
Recipe:
Cell Wall= Bowl (rectangular for a plant cell)
Cell Membrane = Leftover cake cut into strips and placed around edge of bowl
Cytoplasm= Old frosting
Nucleus= one glob of cookie dough mom made in less than a minute
Chromosomes=chocolate chips in the cookie dough
Golgi Complex= chocolate coins from Easter which Mom has carefully cut into Golgi like strips
Chloroplasts= green Easter jelly beans
Ribosomes=red Easter jelly beans
Place ingredients in proper place, and then vomit as you imagine your child scarfing this down with friends the next day.
7. Proper Toilet Techniques: Moist is for Towelettes, Not for Toilet Seats (Mr. Confusia or the boy child?)8. Phone Etiquette: When "Who is this?" Just Isn't the Right Way to Answer Mom's Phone. (Unless Mom's answering it due to texts from Confusia Jr's teen friends)
9. "Sup, Confusia Jr?", or Why Mom Hates a Million Text Msgs. From Teen Boys on Her Phone., (OMG!) IDK, BUT LIL CON BFF IS SWMC WHO NDS 2 LA OFF THE WRD "SUP" ASAP.
10.How Not to be an Asshole: or Your Meds, Your Responsibilities (aka Up yours dill weed!) I second the motion.
11.Why Leaving Your Lamp on All Night Is the Single Biggest Cause of Global Warming, and Is Killing Baby Penguins and Cute Baby Polar Bears Every Day. (Wow....that's harsh.) I don't actually tell them this, but I may start if they don't stop turning the $**^+*& light on all night.
12.Why Grasshoppers Aren't Scary, and Are, in fact, Just Like Baby Bunnies, Only Crunchier. I might need you to teach me that one. This lesson only gets taught when I'm driving, and the kids start screaming hysterically because they've just discovered that a grasshopper is in the back seat with them.
What can I say? I'm a scholar.
Love, Confusia
Love, Terps
That's Gonna Leave a Mark
Dear Confusia,
I want to start by apologizing. If I ramble or if my grammar/spelling is bad, don't judge me too harshly. I nearly knocked myself unconscious this morning. It was a total cluster fuck in the locker room at the gym this morning. Because of that, I laid my gym bag down on the floor to pull my junk out. Well, another woman left her locker door open (unbeknownst to me, obviously) and when I stood up, I whacked the fuck out of the back of my head on the bottom of the locker door. I actually thought I was going to pass out (think birdies flying around head). I tried to hide the tears that I could not control as I picked up my shit and headed to the showers. Once in the shower, I cried like a child. I mean uncontrollable, sobbing tears. It is still throbbing. Every so often I get these shudders that run down my spine for no appearant reason. I'm thinking it might be the concussion I gave myself. So, by 7:30 I had already ruined my day. I want to go home (as I've already suffered through my Shakespeare class), but I'm afraid that'd just make me weak. Maybe I should have the nurse check it.
Anyway, in response to your question about what I'm teaching next year, the better question is what aren't I teaching??? Our principal asked me back in January if I was married to special ed. She said she wanted someone to handle our leadership class for next year's eighth graders (as they are a bit of a challenge). Plus she wants that class to talk about women's health issues and birth control and stuff like that, and since I'm the poster child for birth control (wow, that sounds bad...), she thought I'd be a great person for that job. Also, I requested to teach a Greek mythology class next year. So, as of right now, I will be teaching 8th grade leadership, 7th/8th grade mythology, 6th grade humanities (the class I teach now), and 7th grade athletics (so that I can pretend to coach the volleyball team again). Next year, I dare say, I will not have near the amount of free time that this year has afforded me. You'll have to carry the bulk of the blog on your shoulders alone.
Ok, staring at the screen is giving me a wicked headache.
Later,
Terps
I want to start by apologizing. If I ramble or if my grammar/spelling is bad, don't judge me too harshly. I nearly knocked myself unconscious this morning. It was a total cluster fuck in the locker room at the gym this morning. Because of that, I laid my gym bag down on the floor to pull my junk out. Well, another woman left her locker door open (unbeknownst to me, obviously) and when I stood up, I whacked the fuck out of the back of my head on the bottom of the locker door. I actually thought I was going to pass out (think birdies flying around head). I tried to hide the tears that I could not control as I picked up my shit and headed to the showers. Once in the shower, I cried like a child. I mean uncontrollable, sobbing tears. It is still throbbing. Every so often I get these shudders that run down my spine for no appearant reason. I'm thinking it might be the concussion I gave myself. So, by 7:30 I had already ruined my day. I want to go home (as I've already suffered through my Shakespeare class), but I'm afraid that'd just make me weak. Maybe I should have the nurse check it.
Anyway, in response to your question about what I'm teaching next year, the better question is what aren't I teaching??? Our principal asked me back in January if I was married to special ed. She said she wanted someone to handle our leadership class for next year's eighth graders (as they are a bit of a challenge). Plus she wants that class to talk about women's health issues and birth control and stuff like that, and since I'm the poster child for birth control (wow, that sounds bad...), she thought I'd be a great person for that job. Also, I requested to teach a Greek mythology class next year. So, as of right now, I will be teaching 8th grade leadership, 7th/8th grade mythology, 6th grade humanities (the class I teach now), and 7th grade athletics (so that I can pretend to coach the volleyball team again). Next year, I dare say, I will not have near the amount of free time that this year has afforded me. You'll have to carry the bulk of the blog on your shoulders alone.
Ok, staring at the screen is giving me a wicked headache.
Later,
Terps
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