Weekend and My New Strategy

Quote of the day:
A shoe without sex appeal is as barren as a tree without leaves.
-Rita de Acosta Lydig

Is it really May?

This weekend went by fast – and I had a three-day one. I can’t believe how quickly the time goes!

Saturday night, since the baby was tired and crabby, I put him in the tub and then got him to bed early. He went right to sleep. I stayed up awhile and watched a movie. Since it was nice out, I had the patio door and the bedroom window open. I could hear loud voices coming from somewhere within the complex, but thought nothing of it.

When the movie was over at 11, I crawled in bed. I could still hear the voices, except now there were screaming girls and lots of boisterous activity. I finally dozed off, still not completely annoyed by the fact there were screaming girls (and by that, I mean that high-pitched “I’m so :censored: drunk and you’re so :censored: funny scream). I had this horrendous dream that I was in the ocean and something was pulling me down…down…down under the water. I couldn’t get up to the top, I could see the sunlight glinting overhead, and my arms were flailing, but I couldn’t get above the water. I knew I was going to die.

That’s when I woke up, gasping for breath and hearing those :censored: people again. It was 1:30 am. I flung off the blankets thinking, That’s IT! I’m calling the cops! So I got the non-emergency number for the police department, opened the patio door, and stood there and waited for an answer. The party was in the building across the parking lot. But they were so loud I could hear them in MY apartment. I couldn’t believe no one had bothered to call and complain yet. I talked to a very nice lady at dispatch who could hear the party even while I was talking to her on the phone. She said she’d get someone out there as soon as she could.

About ten minutes after hanging up, all was silent. I don’t know if the cops showed up or not, but I’m glad they shut the hell up.

Sunday we had a great day and went to my Sysenlaw/Brother’s house. Of course, the Stars lost, which is very depressing, but at least we had a nice meal and fantastic company. I took the baby home at his allotted time and then was promptly pissed off by the ex. Even now, he’s still trying to control my life and it totally irritates me to the point I want to rip all my hair out and scream.

I wasn’t ready to sit in an empty apartment after having the baby for three days, so I headed to Walgreen’s and bought birthday cards for my brother and sister, a mother’s day card, a birthday card for someone else special, and then a totally mushy card for another person that is so totally gay it made me throw up a little in my mouth after I presented said card. Oh well. At least this person seemed to like it.

Today is a new month and a new day and I have a new strategy. As or today, I have put away the credit cards and will no long be spending with reckless abandon. This weekend was my last hurrah and I’m done for a while. I figured up my bills for this coming week and if nothing else comes in, which there is a chance there will be maybe one or two, then my entire paycheck will be free to use as I deem appropriate. I have this utter feeling of relief and joy at that. I’m going to pay off my large gas bill that I just could get out from under these last few months. Hopefully I will be able to get that under control now that I have a car that is cheaper to fill up (still love my car).

Also, today I’m going to start working out. It will be somewhat difficult to do in the evenings, but I think I can make it work. And if not, then I’m going to start working out in the mornings. If I can get my lazy ass out of bed that early, that is. So that’s my plan. No more spending. Working out. Eating better. Save money. Pay off bills. Because I have my eye on a certain sofa and chair from IKEA that I’m desperate to have. And I will have it. All in good time. And for the first time in a while – I can decorate the way I want and NO ONE GIVES A SHIT but me.

Oh and the sofa and chair? They’re retro – which is so not me! (Removable and washable cover, too!) I love it and I think that’s the way I’m going to go. Retro for the living room. Traditional for the bedroom though. Cool.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.