My Car Hates Me...

!@#* tire! So yesterday I noticed that there's a split in my front tire which means that I'll have to spend my Saturday (and $$$ I would much rather do something else with) getting a new tire put on it! I swear my car hates me. It's always something. Never anything big, just little small things to let me know that she hates my frickin' guts! Wait, what was that? Uh huh, that biotch is out there snickering at my outrage from the driveway. UGH!

Hoping...

that I'll wake up in the morning and today will have just been a bad dream.

Mmm...

Nothing like the smell of dog shit at three o'clock in the morning. Mmmhmm that's right, Sadie, beautiful yellow lab that she is, crapped in her bed tonight. Not that it was her fault, they must have forgotten to let her back out after we put her in when it started to rain... at five-thirty. Poor dog. But yeah, so I'm upstairs minding my own business and doing what every other normal, well balanced, red-blooded American does at three in the morning... checking up on mobsters of course, when I hear her barking like crazy downstairs. (She never barks at night... never! We have to wake her up in the morning to go outside!) I go down to see what the hell her problem is and as soon as I hit the kitchen I can smell it... oh great. So I go let her out of her bed in our mud room and she bolts for the back door. I had to push the 50 pounds of shit mom had piled on top of her cage onto the floor and drag that big S.O.B. cage outside into the 40 degree night and hose it down, then towel it dry, find her a new blanket and carry that big ass cage downstairs into the family room (because I didn't feel like picking up all that crap I had pushed off the cage in the first place) and get it all set up. Then I had to drag my dog (who had been whining at the back door... yea, so sorry SHE was inconvenienced...) into the bathroom and give her a bath at 3:30. Of course I had no idea where the dog shampoo was so now she smells powder fresh because I washed her with baby shampoo :) Lucky for me she looooovveeesss water and stood perfectly still through the whole thing. Um yeah, definitely sleeping til like 5 tomorrow evening :)

My life is a bad horror movie...

My crazy manic uncle is livid that we tricked him into going to the hospital to be evaluated and I wouldn't be in the least surprised if he came and tried to kill me tonight...

Mmm yeah, so my crazy (and I do mean off his rocker FUCKING crazy) uncle J moved out here two days ago. My dad left yesterday morning to go out of town for a few days. What happens today? I get a call while I'm on my lunch break that J is down at my dad's office and agitated and talking crazy. (Of course he is, he refuses to take his meds and insists there's nothing wrong with him). So after several phone calls it's pretty much clear that I'm going to have to deal with this shit. I stopped at work just to tell them that I had to leave, then headed over to deal with this crazy fuck. I talk to my uncle M (who works with my dad) and get the full story and try to decide what to do, but when I come back out, J is gone! Where the fuck he went I don't know. My brother returns my call just a few minutes later and I fill him in on what his happening. He tells me he'll try to figure something out and call me back. I head home to try to decide what to do and right before I get there my brother calls back and says he's on his way and he'll take care of it if I'll just help him find the crazy nut. He tells me not to stop him if I see him, but just call and tell him where he is and he'll take him to the hospital, willingly or not. I turn around and head back the direction I'd come trying to figure out which way he'd gone and as I'm stopped at a red light not even 5 minutes later guess who crosses the street in front of my car. Yep, uncle J and I'm spotted. So I get him into my car, using the excuse that it's too hot (106 degrees) for him to be walking around and I'll take him where he needs to go. Where does he want to go... my house. Perfect. So I distract him with random crazy people conversation (lots and lots of nodding and smiling as this crazy fuck he has bought everything from an apartment building to a car today and is pissed because he thinks someone stole his shotgun... thank god for small favors) as I slyly pull my phone out and text my brother that I have him to meet me at the house. I get him into the house and get him a drink and thankfully my brother walks in not even 2 minutes later. My uncle falls very neatly into our story line... asking my brother if he'll take him to see where he works. My brother comes back with a line about needing to go to the hospital first do something. So happily crazy uncle J agrees to go along and climbs into the car with him. Too good to be true... you bet your ass.

I go to my grandma's house to fill her in and assure her that everything is going to be okay (damn it, I jinxed it) and it's while I'm there that Jake calls to give me the update. It didn't take J long to figure out what was up once they got to the hospital (since we'd done the same thing to his wife... what like 3, 4 years ago when she had an episode) and when ape-shit. Then of course when PD shows up at the hospital J plays it cool and will not speak to them, knowing full well they can't legally detain him unless he shows some sign that he's completely FUCKING CRAZY. So since he won't talk and there's no legal reason to keep him, PD just lets him walk out. So now he's out there wandering the streets again, crazy as hell and now livid because he knows we set him up. So as I type this I have locked myself in the house (checking all the doors and windows) and locked myself in the master bedroom (so i don't even have to leave to use the bathroom) with a great big knife... just in case this crazy fuck decides to come vent some of his anger. (As he already threatened last night to kill my step-grandfather). I doubt I'll sleep well tonight; you can bet I'll have one ear open and a hand wrapped around the handle of that knife.

The week from hell that just won't end...

At this point I'm almost afraid to ask 'what else can possibly happen?'. It just keeps getting worse and worse. For the past seven days, one shitty thing after another keeps piling up... every event worse than the one before. What has happened? Here's the rundown...

• Wednesday- Fall down the steps into the family room (5 hardwood steps at that) while holding baby Kole. Thanks to my superman 'save the baby' contorting in midair, Kole was fine (only a little shaken up). My wrist was a little tweaked for a couple days and will still throb occasionally.
• Thursday-Get pulled over and get a BS ticket. I was profiled... apparently they were pulling over EVERYONE blowing through that crosswalk. Damn-it!!! No really, I seriously thought that school crosswalks were only valid during the school year. Who knew? Besides, grown ass men should know how to cross the street without walking out in front of cars.
• Friday- Kole gets sick... Annie won't be able to go camping. Which I'm sure sucked for her more than us, but we really did miss her Saturday on our father's day camp out.
• Saturday- Get pulled over again. Yes seriously. Thankfully no ticket that time... had a break light out. How do they expect you to know that? When are you ever behind your car when you're break lights are on?
• Sunday- Fall down the steps again! Seriously... I wish I were kidding. Although thankfully this time I did not completely bust my ass. I actually just surfed down 4 steps wildly out of control until I managed to catch myself, skinning the hell out of my elbow in the process. Full of grace I tell ya.
• Monday- Just when I thought the week couldn't get any worse, we found out today that a good family friend of ours is very ill. He was recently diagnosed with cancer and the prognosis isn't all that great. We're hoping for the best and praying he'll come through okay.

So after all of this... and a few other things as well I am teetering dangerously close to having a nervous break down. Add to that that my team has gone 1-4 on the road, not even baseball can lift my spirits at the moment. Rather than jinx myself by saying things can't get any worse, because I know there are worse things in life, I'll just settle by saying I hope that they get better soon. I don't know how much more bad luck I can take.