The Mopey Muppet
Carl and I had a fight this weekend. It would have been nothing at all, but he drives me crazy sometimes. I have been fighting off a sinus infection and everything is "Are you mad at me?" "No" I insist, "I'm tired and I don't feel well." I said this in kind of a strained annoyed voice and he says "You're mad at me!" "WHY do you think I'm mad at you?" said in same strained voice. "Because you're yelling at me!" OMG I was so not yelling and I could feel my blood begin to boil. "You think this is yelling?" I asked calmly. "THIS IS YELLING! DO YOU THINK I'M YELLING NOW?" I said yelling.
I immediately felt horrible. I have never yelled at another person in my life. I have raised my voice, I have been angry, but I have never yelled at anyone. What's even worse is that I haven't yet said I'm sorry because I'm still a bit angry about it. I swear sometimes I live with three children! LOL
So now Carl is walking around on eggshells and being extra nice. And yes that's nice and it helps. But I need to get over this. I'm just stressed. I'm in too many things again this semester, but I'm enjoying it. I made it into the Social Work National Honor Society (http://www.phialpha.org/) and have been named treasurer. I'm also in the Social Work Club as just a member. Carl and I are kicking off the blood drive at church in October and I'm still doing Girl Scouts. I need to learn to say no, but I enjoy doing them all.
That's about all I have time for right now. The baby is yelling for me to get her out of prison.

LOL Milk the nice thing for as long as you can. But don't fooken overload yourself with nice do-gooder shit otherwise I'll come over there and umm... get drunk and piss in your pool! Ha! Smashyxxx
Posted by: Smash | September 17, 2007 at 11:18 AM
Its that 'do gooder' stuff than ensures success at school. More involved people work harder at their central goal, research says, and I bet that the harder working people are actually just put in charge.
You put the baby in prison? I imagine her singing Johnny Cash and railing her bottle on the bars. Or, maybe grunting Johnny Cash tunes and railing her bottle.
Posted by: Spritopias | September 18, 2007 at 08:11 AM