Jeeeeepers Creeeepers
Blah, just got done taking a nap due to a splitting headache that stubbornly would not just fucking go away. And now I feel all dazed; like I'm in a foreign country =/
This weekend was alright. Friday, Dewayne and I went to Balboa park with Kelsie and her new boyfriend David to some Christmas thing their school was in. We then went to Denny's me and Kelsie shared a ham and cheese omlete, Mmm. Before we parted ways we sat outside the car, had a cigarette, and talked a bit, and so I set my purse on my hood of the truck. About 5 minutes before we leave Dewayne says hes going to start up the truck and get the heat going. So he goes through my purse to get the keys and starts it up. We say goodbye to Kelsie and David and I get right into the car thinking that Dewayne would have put my purse in the car while he was getting ready. We drive home from Mission Valley and then realize my purse is gone. So we call up Denny's and ask them if they found a missing purse. They say they never got one and they never found one when they looked outside. So Dewayne and I decided to go all the way back and look ourselves. We thought we were shit outta luck when we couldnt find it any where in the parking lot until we get on the on-ramp to the 8. Piece of shit, my purse was laying there along with my cell phone smashed to pieces along with other things missing but luckily I found my wallet. Dewayne's cellphone that was in my purse also is perfectly fine. What the jack. That was stressful.
Yesterday I had agreed to my step mom that I would watch the kids for her while she went to her work Christmas party while my dad was out of town hunting. I asked her if Dewayne could come along too because we had planned on going to his brothers house right after she got back, which she said was cool (surprise! she usually hates the thought that I associate with boys). She said that she would be home at 9, 10 at the latest. So we get there at 5 and watch her little brat children. My little sister was ok, but especially her little boy Tryston, as usual was satan. Grrrr even Dewayne wanted to strangle the kid. She ends up calling us at 10:15 and tells us that she is leaving in a minute. Ok...waiting...getting impatient, she gets home at like 11:45. I didnt realize it took and hour and a half to get from El Cajon to Santee.... Anywho, then we go to Daniels house but everyone is asleep already. So we have a couple beers, watch the Pirates of the Caribbean and go to bed. Wee exciting.
Today Dewayne and I went to breakfast and now we have just been sitting around all day. The Chargers won! There is a god.
You know, you know you have a great boy when you drive down the freeway singing The Distillers at the top of your lungs together :)
This weekend was alright. Friday, Dewayne and I went to Balboa park with Kelsie and her new boyfriend David to some Christmas thing their school was in. We then went to Denny's me and Kelsie shared a ham and cheese omlete, Mmm. Before we parted ways we sat outside the car, had a cigarette, and talked a bit, and so I set my purse on my hood of the truck. About 5 minutes before we leave Dewayne says hes going to start up the truck and get the heat going. So he goes through my purse to get the keys and starts it up. We say goodbye to Kelsie and David and I get right into the car thinking that Dewayne would have put my purse in the car while he was getting ready. We drive home from Mission Valley and then realize my purse is gone. So we call up Denny's and ask them if they found a missing purse. They say they never got one and they never found one when they looked outside. So Dewayne and I decided to go all the way back and look ourselves. We thought we were shit outta luck when we couldnt find it any where in the parking lot until we get on the on-ramp to the 8. Piece of shit, my purse was laying there along with my cell phone smashed to pieces along with other things missing but luckily I found my wallet. Dewayne's cellphone that was in my purse also is perfectly fine. What the jack. That was stressful.
Yesterday I had agreed to my step mom that I would watch the kids for her while she went to her work Christmas party while my dad was out of town hunting. I asked her if Dewayne could come along too because we had planned on going to his brothers house right after she got back, which she said was cool (surprise! she usually hates the thought that I associate with boys). She said that she would be home at 9, 10 at the latest. So we get there at 5 and watch her little brat children. My little sister was ok, but especially her little boy Tryston, as usual was satan. Grrrr even Dewayne wanted to strangle the kid. She ends up calling us at 10:15 and tells us that she is leaving in a minute. Ok...waiting...getting impatient, she gets home at like 11:45. I didnt realize it took and hour and a half to get from El Cajon to Santee.... Anywho, then we go to Daniels house but everyone is asleep already. So we have a couple beers, watch the Pirates of the Caribbean and go to bed. Wee exciting.
Today Dewayne and I went to breakfast and now we have just been sitting around all day. The Chargers won! There is a god.
You know, you know you have a great boy when you drive down the freeway singing The Distillers at the top of your lungs together :)