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More proof that I am so not a morning person..at all. This morning my alarm went off at 6:10 as usual. But since I don't need to catch the 7:30 bus anymore, I could sleep in. In my semi conscious I did what I thought was reseting the alarm clock for an hour later. I then went back to a blissful, if not some what tossy-turny sleep. Later I wake up, I look over at the clock half awake. HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT, its 9:35, and I am supposed to be at work by 9 am. HOLY MOTHER OF ALL Heartattacks. I jump out of bed, grab the first clothes I find, wake my son up. (He only need to walk a few blocks to daycare, so he gets his own breakfast, usually cereal), I grab my stuff and run out of the house jumping in the car, I turn in on prepared to fly out of the drive way, trying to figure out how I am going to explain this little incident, after yesterday and the day before, I must look like I need some major head work. I no sooner get my car in gear when I look down at the clock in my car, 8:33 it is saying just as sweet as can be.
At this point I am thinking, one of these clocks is lying to me. I turn on the radio and 107.9 still has the morning show on. Okay that means it must be still 8:30ish. I relax a tad. My car is having more steering issues and I am dying for something, as I have the same hungover feeling as yesterday, but not as bad. (I didn't have a sleeping pill yesterday), The planet is still spinning around me. I stop at the Amoco and get some much needed Dew and a paper. Sure enough, their clock states 20 min to 9. I have time. I let out a deeply held breathe and relax. I jump back in my car and get to work with 5 minutes to spare. I am still feeling like the last one off the merry go round, but at least I don't have to explain a rather serious tardy. Lesson of the day, clocks should only be reset by people who are actually consious at the time of setting them.
On to other drama. It seems when Mike was at C*'s yesterday for a birthday party for Warren that I know nothing about, (and apparently supplied the cake for as the cake, pan and frosting I purchased managed to dissapear and turned up later mysteriously already baked. Mike had brought it to C*'s and told her to bake it, but she already had a cake. Mike also brought some of Warren's friends out there. --she lives in Casselton--)Somewhere along the line, Mike's mood snapped he bitched at C* and her mother, saying the usual mean evil crap. It ended up with C*'s mother in tears. C* calling the sherrif, who heard Mike threaten her. Mike ran off because he has not one but 2 Warrents out for him (remember when he was supposed to turn him self in.. I told you he was a highly intelligent idiot). In the car one of Warrens friends who Mike had brought to the party had left a cd player and numerous cd's. ) I have not seen Mike, though I am missing some food from my fridge. Eric's dad is giving him 10 days to return the stuff or he is filling yet another charge on him. C* still has all his clothes, which he apparently dumped at her place when I told him to get lost. His junk is still at my place. I have to go to court again in a couple of weeks because of him, my mom is coming next week, my life is booked. He wont' come around when I am home, because he knows I will call the cops, and everybody knows WF police jump at the chance to do anything all big time policy.
Thanks to Mike and his stupidity there is also a SS report on me. The guy keeps wanting to meet with me, but between my car, my appointments, Warren's appointments, work etc.. my life is booked.
On top of that, no matter how much I clean my kitchen it still looks like somebody has been butchering chickens in there or slaughtering cows or something. Red Kool-Aid with half the water, looks an awful scary lot like blood. So what's up in everyone else's life. Whew!!!
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.