Bitty Kitty’s Weblog

There’s a young femme at work who gave me lots of attitude today for no apparent reason other than I think she’s threatened by me. Ordinarily I would be flattered by another female cowering in my glory, but really I feel irritated by it. Can we cut the crap already and just co-exist? Do you really have to be a biz because I’ll tell you that the attitude doesn’t make you any better at your job and it doesn’t make me any worse at mine. We aren’t in third grade. But honestly, I can’t say that I’ve never felt threatened by another female. And not just my boss (but her too, she’s scary). Foxy chicks who seem to have their life together sometimes throw me off. And I get jealous from time to time over friends of friends with whom I am not friends. I’d like to start being more candid about these situations and talk about feelings and shit, but people don’t always respond to that. People wall up and make excuses and say exactly what they’re not feeling. So, I’m not really sure how to deal with this girl. Today I set a firm precedent that I will not take her crap, but I do want her to know that I’m not a rival nor do I want an enemy at work. I’m just not sure how to do that without sounding like a shrink or an asshole. 

In other news, my mom’s back on being crazy. 

I took some pictures of the tulips blooming on the side of our house. Naturally I did this a few weeks ago before all the tulips died. That’s the stupid thing about tulips: they only bloom for about five minutes before they die. Anyway, here are some pretty things to look at.

I’m streaky.  That “gentle tanner” is a scam.  ”Apply evenly as possible” it says.  I did!  Very even and uniform and I even stood naked in front of the fan for five minutes before getting dressed.  Those bastards.  I’d like to meet one real person who can apply that crap without looking like a half-tanned zebra.  That lotion is so outta here.  Banished to my garbage.  On the bright side that means that I’m down a lotion and on my way to a more reasonably-sized beauty arsenal.  

Yesterday I forgot to mention that my baby teeth are holding strong!  No major drilling, pulling, filling, or bridging as of yet.  However, I forgot how unpleasant the dentist is.  All the poking and scraping.  I was certain at several points during the visit that she would yank one of my teeth clean out.  She didn’t have the gentlest touch.  That tangy metallic taste suddenly pouring into my mouth. “Let’s give you a rinse,” she says. Yeah, because you’re making me bleed on myself.  shudder.

I won this awesome tote bag in a drawing from a store in Maple Grove.  Yay!  So I drove in today to get it and I also went to Trader Joe’s to get some fake chicken and cereal, and I walked past Abercrombie which is in the same strip mall.  ”I’m too sexy” was blaring from the store and it smelled like a middle school boy experimenting with cologne.  I realized then that that store is what a bro would look like if he were somehow transformed into a retail establishment.  It’s just one noisy, smelly, popped collar.  Okay, I’m going to go do laundry and clean.  

Before it was no pictures, now it’s two of the same.  Whatever, my bag is sweet!

A few weeks ago boyfriend said that he wanted to go white water rafting when we visit Seth and Nikki this summer. At the time I thought it was a neat idea, but I wasn’t stoked.  Then something made me think of it again, and right now I can’t think of anything I’d rather do (besides go swimming in a pool of green jello). I think I’m in need of some adventure.  Not like delivering food and studying obscure vocabulary isn’t exciting, but I’m feeling a little stranded.

Tonight at work I got lots of compliments.  I guess I was looking like a fox. yeeeow. Also at work I was training a new waitress. I must be decent enough to teach others.  Yeah, yeah with that “those who can’t do” crap. I do it like nobody’s business. However, I’m requesting a bunch of Saturdays off for weddings and what not and I think my boss is going to fire me…or slash my tires. 

I have a dentist appointment on Tuesday and I’m a little worried because I have a baby tooth that’s not looking so good.  The tooth never fell out because my stupid face never grew an adult replacement. I knew that eventually I would lose it and have to get a bridge, but I was hoping that this would occur BEFORE my insurance ran out and not TWO WEEKS AFTER.  Let’s hope that this little guy can hold on a while longer.

I have 14 different types of lotion on my dresser. I don’t know why. Pretty sure I’m addicted to beauty products. I also have three deodorants now because I bought two all-natural varieties which I wear the majority of the time these days. I bought one with aloe (mmmm) and one crystal rock thing that I have to put on while wet.  (Sounds hot, I know.) I also bought a new perfume called J’adore (by Dior).  ”J’adore” means “I’m crazy about” in french or simply “I adore” but it’s more like “crazy adore.”  Anyway, it smells delicious and je l’adore. As for all the lotion, I think I’m going to start using my Dove gentle tint lotion and see what happens. A week from now I’ll probably be all streaky ad not getting compliments anymore, but at least I’ll be down a lotion. 

I’ve got the tv on in the background and according to Jamie Lee Curtis, God created celebrities. ha. I guess God is a sort of celebrity, so he must have created them in his image.  The rest of us are just sand.

Goodnight. 

Boyfriend has come and gone and the visit was mostly good.  He did not, however, accompany me to Emma’s wedding because we were fighting.  That fight was a big, nasty, slimy fight.  The conclusion was that we need to be living in the same place so that we can work on things on a daily basis (uh huh), so he put in his two weeks notice at work and he’s moving here shortly there after.  

I’m feeling good about this decision and optimistic about our relationship, however, last night I had a disheartening dream about our wedding day (I guess hypothetical dream wedding day).  He was being very neglectful and wanted to play tennis with some strange guy.  Meanwhile my dress (which was much uglier than it will be in real life) got stained, our cake was a disgusting disaster that looked like a golf course, and we were about to miss our plane to Paris (I know, that’s a little off, but it’s a dream.)  Then some other guy came and tried to sweep me away, but I told him that I was with somebody already.  I said, but it says on facebook that I’m in a relationship, I thought everybody knew.  The disheartening thing is that in my dream I regretted not going with him because my real fiance was playing tennis and ignoring me.  I know it was just a dream, but it’s been bothering me.

In other news, I spent all day yesterday helping my brother.  He’s a repo guy, and I drove a couple of SUVs for him.  On the last run of (a very long) day we went to get this guy’s four wheeler.  My brother talked to the guy for a long time because he was really upset.  I guess the guy has been laid off two jobs and just can’t find work.  He’s a carpenter and my brother says that there isn’t much work out there right now.  The guy already lost his car, and his wife left him.  All he has now is his truck, and he was just leaving to go check out a job opportunity in Fargo when we went to take his four wheeler.  It’s just sad because he put almost half down on the four wheeler and he’s only 450 behind on payments.  My brother felt really bad for the guy and is going to try to help him, but there’s not a lot he can do.  

My brother is a heavy machine operator, and he’s doing repo right now because there isn’t enough work. His buddies at his old company are only getting 28 hours a week which isn’t enough to live on.  Stuff like this gets me worried about stuff.  There are many things hanging delicately in the midst.  I wonder if any president, even if it could have been Hillary, could fix the problems in this country. BIG SIGH. 

Okay, to end things on a lighter note, when boyfriend was here I beat him at mini-golf and it was amazing, and I’m still a vegetarian and I made chicken noodle soup with fake chicken and it was delicious. mmm…mmm…really delicious…I think I’ll have a bowl for lunch RIGHT NOW. 

Danceband awed and amazed.  Not only did they come out wearing crazy zebra printed outfits, but they delivered 110% on their promise to rock our worlds and make us dance.  AND apparently it was a benefit concert so we were donating to a good cause.  Dance on Kenya.  

Tonight I work.  Unfortunately it’s Tuesday and that means that it’s kids night.  It will be a night of spilled beverages, food mashed into the carpet, straw wrappers and run-away crayons under foot, and best of all, low tips.  All the cheap bastards come in on Tuesday to get free food for their kids.  It’s awesome.  Plus, it’s been really dead at work and I’ve come home with 20 dollars the last three times I’ve worked.  Oh well.  At least I’m doing something. 

Boyfriend is coming to visit on Wednesday, though currently I’m a little miffed about some pictures of him and two females that recently appeared on facebook.  I know that all his coworkers are female and that he hangs out with them, but I still have trust issues.  It’s been hard enough for me to accept that he hangs out with these females, but then seeing him with his arm around one girl and another girl leaning into the crook of his arm makes me crazy.  That’s my spot!  I start to get all irrational and angry and my ticks start coming back and pretty soon I’m plotting revenge.  I know that’s not healthy, but I don’t think those pictures should have had the opportunity to come into existence.  If you’re posing in a picture with a buddy, a friend, a platonic no-feelings-of-sexual-attraction friend, then you put your arm around the shoulder, not the waist, and you maintain a proper distance instead of pulling her into the crook of your arm and letting her put their head on your shoulder.  Just puts me into a tail spin every time I look at them because as much as I try to see buddies that weren’t flirting all night, I can’t.  It’s frustrating because I’m trying to be more trusting, but I can’t see friends in those pictures.  So I feel like I have a reason to be upset, but at the same time I’m trying desperately not to be paranoid.  I don’t know what to do sometimes. 

I ordered Journey’s greatest hits off Amazon.com, and it arrived yesterday.  The arrival of said package fills me with both pleasure and perturbation:  I love Journey and have waited a long time to purchase this must-have complication of the band’s life work, but, on the other hand, this purchase is yet another sign that I’m turning into a recluse whose only joy in life are the mail-ordered items that arrive periodically on the doorstep.  Dear god, let danceband happen.  I need it. 

Since I don’t have much else to say, I shall leave you with an impressive sentence containing no fewer than four of my new vocabulary words:

Having grown weary of her husband’s truculent disposition and unceasing lassitude, Mrs. Bachman castigated him for his laziness then lit the couch on fire in a moment of frenetic anger. 

I must be the best waitress in the world because I rake in tips like nobody’s business.  I don’t know what it is, but some quality of my person makes people want to give me copious amounts of money.  I never made this much when I waitressed before.  I made good money, but I don’t remember it being like this.  This is like a money rainstorm.  I’m not used to having so much cash.  I was just a poor college student making 300 dollars a month (maybe) at my three jobs. Now, I feel like a drug dealer counting all my money in the shadows of my room then squirreling it away in a box on my bookshelf.  When I made a deposit at the bank today I thought the teller was going to call the cops.  She was giving me the eye and asking me where I worked and all.  Wouldn’t she like to know.  Making all this money just feels wrong considering I didn’t have to go to college for this.  Speaking of that, I got my “official” diploma in the main today.  It looks like such a joke!  The printing is crooked, and my honors is indicated by a shiny gold sticker.  Like it’s kindergarten and I got a gold start for not having cut anybody’s hair off that week.  Four years for crooked lettering and and a hokey sticker.  And a waitressing job that pays better than the mofia.  

I bought myself presents.  I bought four books that will enrich my mind, assuming that I read them, and I bought new pjs. Tomorrow I see Bef and we shall do fun things.  Danceband is happening on Saturday, and there is now hope that somebody will work for me so I can go with the trifecta.  I will know tomorrow.  Fingers crossed.  Also, my vocabulary sucks but I’m learning new and wonderful words.  I’d make a page of words that I’ve learned, but you smarty pants out there would probably make fun of me for not knowing words like “apostate” or “viscosity.”  Whatever, who says that anyway?