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May. 7th, 2005 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickThe day dawned bright and clear. It was a gorgeous morning, cool but warming up quickly and I was all in a good mood because I was going to have exciting horse activities. That lasted until about 9:30 AM, when I called La to see how they were making out over there.
Liss went to Cumberland and La had to take Liss's car to the shop and then she had to milk the cow because the boy (see previous post) was still off doing prom things and also Trys wasn't out of bed yet and apparently things were so clusterfuck-o-rific over there that there was no possible way that horse things could happen today, particularly not since I have to leave for my fucking mother's house this afternoon. (I was already *so* looking forward to cooking her fucking breakfast tomorrow and seeing a fucking opera I've already seen and this just iced that fucking cake.) Damn it. I feel certain all ya'll voices of reason will no doubt say "Well, silly, why don't you just reschedule for next weekend?" Next weekend is 4-H horse camp, which takes the entire weekend. No. The weekend after that is La's cousin's re-wedding (cousin secretly got married to her man when they were both being shipped to Iraq so that they wouldn't be split up over there in the middle east, but they're getting REmarried in front of the family two weekends hence), which will kill horse events on that weekend due to family obligations and the one after that is pre-roundup (another 4-H thing) on Saturday and pony rides on Sunday. Then, unless my eyes fail me, we're in June. So don't give me the just reschedule thing, okay? Reschedule my fucking ass.
Damn, damn, damn.
I am entirely too pissed off about this.
I was also going to have a cute post about the five-gallon bucket of mint I ripped out of the garden last night, but I'm too pissed to write that up.
On the plus side, I took my pissed off self and made with the productivity. This is what I do these days instead of hitting walls, which was my anger management technique in high school. It's progress of a sort. I tore out the dead lilac bush and removed its protective fence. I mowed the lawn. I restacked half the woodpile. I raked up all the icky woodpile bits and barks and leaves. I set them on fire by glaring at them. (Not really. I used a lighter. It's probably a good thing that I can't shoot laser beams out of my eyes when I'm angry.) I also measured all the remaining wood and sorted it into 'fits into stove' and 'does not fit into stove' piles. Go me! I also called La and allowed as how she if didn't get the 'does not fit into stove' wood the fuck out of my yard by the end of next week, I'd load it all on the fucking dump truck, take it to the burn pile, and set it the fuck on fire. (I omitted the fucks on the phone.) The only reason I notified her is because she'd said she wanted that wood, last winter, and it'd be rude to go burn it without telling her. Expect to see a post about removing the does-not-fit wood next weekend. I know damn well that she's got shit planned and I don't really expect that the pile is going to get moved before then... but this way I won't have to deal with the 'You WHAT? But we wanted that!!" crap after I haul it away and set it on fire.
I also went into the post office (which I missed doing yesterday because I was delivering SOMEONE'S hot pink prom accessories) and bought myself a latte on the way home. I like lattes and I like them even better when I'm pissed off on all fronts. :) The officiously nice guy at the Starbucks keeps trying to give me something free because they fucked up my latte the other day and I brought it back. They fixed it for free, which was what I'd expected of them. They also tried to press a free snackie upon me at that time. I declined the free snackie because I don't do that even though the snackies at Starbucks are pretty nice. I didn't bring my coffee back because I wanted to cadge a free snackie. I brought my coffee back because it didn't have any fucking vanilla in it. Anyway, I figured we were done with that. Apparently not. Today, I declined a free coffee. I don't go there to get free coffee. The laborer is worthy of his hire and I am not being obligated to the mermaid because they gave me a free coffee once. I'll pay for my coffees, thanks. It's simpler that way. Vanilla latte AND fuel for being continually pissed off at the world? I'll take that, to go.
This was not the day I had intended to have, but it's the day I got. *sigh* That happens, sometimes.
Liss went to Cumberland and La had to take Liss's car to the shop and then she had to milk the cow because the boy (see previous post) was still off doing prom things and also Trys wasn't out of bed yet and apparently things were so clusterfuck-o-rific over there that there was no possible way that horse things could happen today, particularly not since I have to leave for my fucking mother's house this afternoon. (I was already *so* looking forward to cooking her fucking breakfast tomorrow and seeing a fucking opera I've already seen and this just iced that fucking cake.) Damn it. I feel certain all ya'll voices of reason will no doubt say "Well, silly, why don't you just reschedule for next weekend?" Next weekend is 4-H horse camp, which takes the entire weekend. No. The weekend after that is La's cousin's re-wedding (cousin secretly got married to her man when they were both being shipped to Iraq so that they wouldn't be split up over there in the middle east, but they're getting REmarried in front of the family two weekends hence), which will kill horse events on that weekend due to family obligations and the one after that is pre-roundup (another 4-H thing) on Saturday and pony rides on Sunday. Then, unless my eyes fail me, we're in June. So don't give me the just reschedule thing, okay? Reschedule my fucking ass.
Damn, damn, damn.
I am entirely too pissed off about this.
I was also going to have a cute post about the five-gallon bucket of mint I ripped out of the garden last night, but I'm too pissed to write that up.
On the plus side, I took my pissed off self and made with the productivity. This is what I do these days instead of hitting walls, which was my anger management technique in high school. It's progress of a sort. I tore out the dead lilac bush and removed its protective fence. I mowed the lawn. I restacked half the woodpile. I raked up all the icky woodpile bits and barks and leaves. I set them on fire by glaring at them. (Not really. I used a lighter. It's probably a good thing that I can't shoot laser beams out of my eyes when I'm angry.) I also measured all the remaining wood and sorted it into 'fits into stove' and 'does not fit into stove' piles. Go me! I also called La and allowed as how she if didn't get the 'does not fit into stove' wood the fuck out of my yard by the end of next week, I'd load it all on the fucking dump truck, take it to the burn pile, and set it the fuck on fire. (I omitted the fucks on the phone.) The only reason I notified her is because she'd said she wanted that wood, last winter, and it'd be rude to go burn it without telling her. Expect to see a post about removing the does-not-fit wood next weekend. I know damn well that she's got shit planned and I don't really expect that the pile is going to get moved before then... but this way I won't have to deal with the 'You WHAT? But we wanted that!!" crap after I haul it away and set it on fire.
I also went into the post office (which I missed doing yesterday because I was delivering SOMEONE'S hot pink prom accessories) and bought myself a latte on the way home. I like lattes and I like them even better when I'm pissed off on all fronts. :) The officiously nice guy at the Starbucks keeps trying to give me something free because they fucked up my latte the other day and I brought it back. They fixed it for free, which was what I'd expected of them. They also tried to press a free snackie upon me at that time. I declined the free snackie because I don't do that even though the snackies at Starbucks are pretty nice. I didn't bring my coffee back because I wanted to cadge a free snackie. I brought my coffee back because it didn't have any fucking vanilla in it. Anyway, I figured we were done with that. Apparently not. Today, I declined a free coffee. I don't go there to get free coffee. The laborer is worthy of his hire and I am not being obligated to the mermaid because they gave me a free coffee once. I'll pay for my coffees, thanks. It's simpler that way. Vanilla latte AND fuel for being continually pissed off at the world? I'll take that, to go.
This was not the day I had intended to have, but it's the day I got. *sigh* That happens, sometimes.
