ammogirl

When I woke up this morning and read my emails, all I could think of was, “wow.  it is a REALLY good thing that I have yoga in an hour.”

I’m really, really tired of certain people, i.e. the wife of my ex-husband, reading my blog.  I’ve asked her to stop, I stay out of their lives, I have never once talked bad about them to or in front of the girls.

However.  Because of the comment I made yesterday in MY BLOG, which alluded to, but didn’t get into ANY of the things that the girls told me about their summer, things they told me willingly, without me asking or leading, this is the email I got this morning, with a subject of “really”:

I honestly don’t know why it surprises me so much, since I expect it.

She signed her name, but that was it.

Oookay.  You know what?  I don’t know why it surprises ME so much, since I expect it too.

I was married to their dad TEN YEARS AGO.  Whatever grudge you want to hold against me for that, or anything else, for that matter, go ahead. Dislike me, be condescending, think whatever you want to think. If you don’t like what you read in this blog, then here’s what you do: STOP READING IT.

Tschuss!!

Well, after all the hateyness of the last entry, guess what!  When I turned on the tv with not-very-high hopes at 530 am Friday morning, primetime Olympics were on!  It wasn’t all super fabulous, because I missed swimming, but I got to watch the gymnastics all-around, so I was happy.  And, I recorded last nights primetime through the computer (…I don’t know.  John’s got a setup consisting of the AFN receiver, the tv tuner from my old laptop, his desktop computer, and the Xbox 360) and right this second, the men’s 100M final is on and…there is Michael Phelps!  I get to watch!  Hold on, I’ll brb.

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Awesome! You know, after all the bitching, being able to watch both the women’s all-around and the 7th gold medal win proves one important thing: whining a lot solves everything!

But who cares about the Olympics, the girls came home yesterday!  They are fabulous.  I…actually have a lot to say about their trip but I’ll keep it to myself.  Just like always, my house is instantly messy, but it’s…perfect.  I’m taking leave through Thursday next week to fulfill the duties of chauffer, as the girls have scheduled an entire summer’s worth of hanging out with their friends into this last week before school starts.  Not only that, but Lindsey has (this is exciting!) tryouts for the HIGH SCHOOL TENNIS TEAM (…I’m so nervous!) on Friday, and we have to get in as many lessons as possible so she can brush up.

Anyway, today is Taylor’s 13th birthday.  Now I officially am the mother to two teenage daughters, and I want to remind everyone that…WE SHARE A BATHROOM.  Please feel pity for me.

Happy Birthday Punkity.  I love you.

Tschuss!!

Okay.  You know what?  I like to watch the Olympics.  No…I LOVE to watch the Olympics.  Like, if I could, I would have two t.v.s and all the laptops on streaming every single event just so I didn’t miss one triumphant moment.  THEREFORE, can you imagine how PISSED I am that not only can I NOT stream anything from NBCFUCKINGOLYMPICS.COM because I live in Germany EVEN THOUGH I live in Germany because of the whole serving my country thing, but that AFN, which is the station provided to us by the military, is only showing the Olympics from 11pm - 6am?  I will answer that for you!  I am pissed!  PISSED!  I have missed all of Michael Phelps gold medal wins.  I missed the exciting relay.  I missed Natalie Coughlin and her back to back golds in the backstroke.  The mens gymnastics bronze, the women’s silver…ALL OF IT.

…sighhhh.  I’m really quite sad. I told John the minute the DVD of Olympic highlights is released I’m buying it and blocking out an entire weekend for my own Fauxlympics.  I am sort of embarrassed to admit that I was so upset by this turn of events last night that I typed out a scathing email to AFN and mailed it off.  I got a response today, which basically said: ’suck it up.  We’re not changing our schedule’. I was like, aw.  Because yes, I did think they would change everything around for me.

Anyway.  We were watching Matt and Leila’s kitten this week while they went on vacay, and I now bear wounds all up and down my arms.  I look like a cutter, which…can you imagine me inflicting pain on myself on PURPOSE?  HA HA HA!

So to sum up, I have done absolutely nothing in the past few days besides mourn my Olympic viewing time and fill in as human scratching post.  OH!  How would you react if a guy you have never met and who is one of your higher-ranking bosses WINKED at you?  Would you think, WTF, GUY WHO SHOULD NOT BE WINKING AT ME?  Or would you think, aw, he’s just being friendly?  Mind you, the wink was not in a suggestive way, really, but more of a, ‘hey, little lady, that list of things I just gave you?  why don’t you run along and take care of them and let the men talk, okay?  thanks, honey’ way.  Well.  I can tell you what I would do, if I were ever in that situation.  I would look at the guys RANK, which is MUCH HIGHER THAN MINE, and look at the guy, and then continue along to the bathroom, like I had planned.  I never thought that being winked at in that manner would ever bug me so much but goddamn, I was irritated by that.

Going to bed.  Goodnight.  ENJOY THE OLYMPICS, US RESIDENTS.

Tschuss!!