The terrible, no good, rotten day!

Have you ever had one of those rotten, miserable, **tchy days where everything keeps on going wrong? Well, I had one of those days yesterday. It all started out when I tried to call my friend after I woke up. I dialed out, the phone rang 2 times and went directly to U.S. Cellular. I got a recording saying that there was a rumor going around that the government would pay your utility bills for you, and that it wasn't true. Then they said the account was temporarily disconnected, because of a past due bill. ARRRRRGGGGH! This is what I get for going on my parents Family Share plan. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I should have my own phone in my own name. Well, for starters, it's only 25 bucks a month that I have to pay on that plan for my phone. I get 500 anytime minutes, unlimited nights at weekends (nights start at 7pm) and unlimited mobile to mobile calls, as long as they are U.S. Cellular customers. Great deal if you ask me! I was paying a little over 50 bucks before that for my own phone. So, I proceeded to talk to the billing department about it and found out that my mother hadn't paid the damned bill in 2 months! No wonder they shut the phones off! And at that point, I was wondering where in the hell my 50 bucks went that I paid her for the freaking phone bill!  UGGGH. So, I talked them into turning the phones back on for us and giving us till Monday to pay the balance off in full. However, it came with a price of course. They charged a 25 dollar fee on each line for reactivating the phones. ARGGGGH!! And I am not paying it. My mother is going ot pay it, cuz it's her freaking fault that I got into this damned mess in the first place. And next month, I'm getting off this ridiculous family plan, and getting my own line with unlimited everything. Screw it. I am not going to go through this bull**it again. And if that wasn't bad enough, I got a phone call later in the afternoon from my Uncle. His new/used car broke down by the Citgo station on Broadway. He needed a ride back to Kingman, where he lives. Ok, well, no problem right? WRONG! He specificly said he was on Broadway, at the Citgo station, near Family Dollar. So I drive all the way down Broadway, past John Bapst, and up to the citgo station, near Family Dollar. And guess what? NO AUNT AND NO CAR! I call them up, and ask why they aint there. It turns out, they were at the other Citgo station on Broadway, near the other Family DOllar, which is on the opposite end of Broadway! So that meant I had to drive all the way back through all that **tchy traffic on Broadway, especially near the school, and then hit every red light on the way back. Ok, so I finally get there, I get them into the car, get their walkers and groceries put into the trunk. Everything seems to be going great.  They kept on telling me what a nice car I had and how beautiful and new it looked. They asked me about the seat covers and all the decorations. I explained to them that I made most of the decorations myself from different things, and that I had to buy the seat covers directly from China, and that they cost me a hundred bucks, not including the shipping charges. Well, they loved them, said they looked great, etc. So, we stopped at Burger King and they bought me lunch. I had some french fries and chicken strips. Did I mention I despise Burger King? I hate it! Every time I eat there, I get horrifying diarreah. But I sucked it up and let them have their way and ate there. They're old, it's called respect. Ok, so the french fries were great. The chicken fingers were awfull. Way too crispy and very rubbery. But on a slightly happier note, I didn't have diarreah, afterwards! Yaaaay!! Ok, moving on. After worrying the whole time that my Aunt would spill her strawberry smoothie on my $100 seat covers or that my Uncle would drop some of his apple pie on them, or the dog might have an accident or puke on them....the unthinkable happened. We got to Lincoln and it came time to put gas in the car. At 3.89 cents a gallon, my uncle put in 10 bucks worth of gas for me. Lincoln is a 45 minute drive from Bangor, one way. That was another bomb, since I only had 8 bucks in cash on me at the time, which I had to put towards the gas. That's not the "Unthinkable" part yet, I'm just getting started. My mom called and suggested that I drop my Aunt and Uncle off at my her job, cuz she was just getting off of work and said she was heading home. They both live in Kingman, so it sounded great. Cuz there was no way in hell I was gonna make a round trip from Bangor to Kingman, on 18 bucks for gas. All right, so we pull into the parking lot at my moms job. I get my Aunt, Uncle, dog, and their belongings out of my car. My mom shows up and gets ready to get them into her car, when she decides to ask if they need to use the bathroom. My uncle says he needs to go. Ok, no problem right? WRONG! My mom lost her key to get back into her place of work. Soooo, she has to take my uncle over to McDonalds, on the other side of town to use the bathroom. Meanwhile, I'm stuck sitting in the parking lot with my Aunt, waiting for her to get back. While I"m doing that, I decide to use that time to inspect the seats for any crumbs or damages and fix them. And that's when the "Unthinkable" happened. I notice a large wet spot on the front passenger side seat. NO!!! NO!! NO!! It can't be, it couldn't be. The dog was sitting on the floor the whole time, so there was no way he could have peed on my seat. Oh? But wait, it wasn't the dog, it was AUnt! Apparently she had an accident on my $100 dollar Hello Kitty seat covers that I had to buy directly from China, and wait 2 and a half months for them to be shipped here!! I WAS PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO pun intended there. Seriously I was livid! I bent down to smell it, just to make sure it wasn't a drink or something. ANd sure enough that stale, hiddeous stench of piss, filled my nose. YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!! I wanted to scream every profanity known to man and say a few, ok, a lot, of not-so-nice things to my Aunt. But I couldn't. She's old, and well, she's my Aunt, and you just don't treat family that way. IT's not right. Again, it's called respect. So, I had to hold it all in. I politely asked her if she had spilled anything on the seat and she said "No, why?" And I said "Well, there's a big wet spot on the seat, are you sure?" And she said "No, I don't know what that is or how it got there.". Ok, they do say denial is the first stage, right?  At this point, I'm getting madder. Again, I asked if she was sure she didn't spill anything, and she said no. At this point, I'm about ready to explode! I walk away, get on my cell, and start making some phone calls to a few trusted friends and spill my guts and frustrations out to them. I made sure I was far enough away from Aunt, so she couldn't hear anything I was saying. When I returned, she asked me "Is everything ok? You look a little upset." Is everything ok? I look a little upset? Um, helo? You just pissed on my $100 dollar seat covers, the seat covers I waited 2 and a half months to arrive, and you wanna know if everythings ok????!!! "NO, IT'S NOT OK, YOU.......*&(&%$F ^%&^%#) ^%&*%^&*%*^!!!!" I wanted to scream out! OMG!! Seriously, you'd think she'd have at least owned up to it and given me an appology! But noooo, she had to sit there and play dumb and act like she did nothing wrong!! That's what really killed me!! Yeah, I know old people have accidents, etc. I know sometimes they get dimentia and they don't even know they've done certain things. But my aunt does not have dimentia, her mind is sharp as a tack. So, you know what if she did it, and really didn't know she did it, she still could have said "Oh no, I think I had an accident on your seat, I'm so sorry, what can I do to help?" How about coming to Mardens with me and buying me that 2 dollar bottle of pet stain remover I had to use to scrub the damned seat, to get ride of the smell and big stain you left behind on my freaking seat and the seat cover? That would have been nice! But no. I didn't get that. Why, cuz I'm everybodys doormat. I'm not worthy of an appology or even a thank you (right mom, yeah, you conveniently forgot to thank me for getting the damned phones turned back on). It just seems like every time I get something nice, it gets taken away from me or destroyed. I can't have anything. However, I will end this blog with a happy ending, cuz everybody just loves happy endings, don't they? The 2 dollar pet stain remover spray that I bought at Mardens did the trick. I scrubbed that seat down with it 3 times and let it air out over night. I washed the seat cover in hot water, through 2 cycles. Both the smell and stain are gone. NO traces of it remain on the seat or the seat cover. I forgot to mention one minor deatail about my seat covers. They are the most difficult things to put on that I've ever seen in my life! They come in 3 peices. Headrest cover, top and bottom of seat covers. And then we have the little stretchy straps that have to be pulled under the seat and closed with little metal hooks. You can't just reach under the seat and connect them. Nooo, that would be too easy! You litteraly have to use a metal coat hanger and attatch the straps to the top of it and pull it under the seat, under all the wires and new fangled electronic crap under there that is responsible for making the airbag system work properly. The seat has weight sensors in it and if you disturb the wiring under there, it will cause the sensors to malfunction and the airbag may not deploy in an accident, God forbid that should happen. SO, I really hope that by now, after reading that extra piece of info about my seat cover, you'll see why I was so angry about my aunt peeing on it. Oh one other thing went wrong that night. My awesome, black, sequin covered tank top, with a big silver star in the middle, fell apart in the wash that night. One point of the star detatched itself from the freaking shirt. And I was planning to wear that today, to open mic night. But all is not lost. I can just sew it back on, it's not really that big of a deal, but it's just the idea that it had to happen on that day, when everything else went wrong. I can only hope that today will bring much better luck and nothing but happiness and good vibes. Yeah right, keep dreaming sweetheart, lol.

Google + anyone?

I can't seem to post anything on my G+ account! I click on the spot where you are supposed to update your posts, and it just says "Reading" and then "Loading" and it won't do a God damned thing! It won't let me type, it won't let me respond to anybodys stuff. ARGH!!!! What's wrong with it! I almost didn't get to post this damned blog on here, cuz it wasn't letting me click the "Publish" button before. It was all grey. I hate computers sometimes, I really hate them. They are nothing but a big box of a frustration and aggaravation that we just can't live without anymore.

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This is just a short poem, describing my experience of being a New Yorker and living in Maine. As you can probably guess, it hasn't been a very pleasant one.


Being a New Yorker living in Maine,
can be quite a pain.

Miles and miles of trees,
get me out of here please!

People think I talk funny,
and have lots of money.

They think I'm rude
and have a bad attitude.

They say I talk through my nose
and wear funny clothes.

They think I'm too loud,
and stand out in a crowd.

I'm tired of saying cofee,
will you just lay off me!

Have you ever stopped and thought,
all these stereotypes make me quite distraught?!

UGLY

I look at my face,
it's such a disgrace.

I hate the way I look,
I can't even cook.

I'm not very strong,
my front teeth are too long.

My hair is too thin,
I think I have a big chin.

I have the body of a 12 year old,
and I'm always cold.

I'm skinny as a stick,
I got hit on a by a drunk guy named Rick.

I wish I was cool,
instead of a fool.

I'm not very smart,
I guess that's why I have a broken heart.

I wish I was pretty,
so I could stop feeling so **itty.

State of Pain

This is one of my first attempts at writing a normal poem. When I say "normal", I mean it sounds like any other cheesy, little poem that some dumb loser wrote when they were depressed. It's about being uprooted from New York (Queens to be exact) and being forced to live in a small town, in Maine, thousands of miles away from your family, friends and all the people and places you loved so much.


When I was only 8,
we moved to this state.

The state of Maine,
the source of my pain.

When I started school,
the kids were so cruel.

They laughed and stared,
while teachers just pointed and glared.

My pain was their gain,
no happiness remains.

I felt so alone,
In a place I was forced to call my home.

Without a doubt,
I was definitely the odd girl out.

Class parties and recesses were such a bore,
since it was always me, they chose to ignore.

Was never asked to dance,
never had a chance for romance.

If I could go back in time,
I'd make them pay for their crime.

They ruined my childhood,
when I moved to that neighborhood.

They took my gladness
and turned it into sadness.

They made me who I am today,
a person who doesn't want to stay.

In this state of pain,
this state I call Maine.

Cookies and Hannaford

Have you ever met someone that can say an every day word that you've heard a million times before and never gave one second thought to....said by a person that makes that word sound like the most comforting thing in the entire world? Well I met someone like that. I know a man who can say the words "Cookie" and "Hannaford" in such a way that can make you feel like a little kid again, who's had a bad dream and crawls into bed with their parents for safety. It's that same feeling, all over again. It's like once you crawl into that bed with your parents, you just know the bad dreams can't get you anymore. Well my friends, that is how this man makes me feel, when he says the words "cookie" and "Hannaford". It's purely amazing. If there was a way to record it and post it on here so you could hear it, I'd do it, but there isn't currently a way that I'm aware of. Unless maybe there is and I just don't know it yet. I could make a video of him saying it, but he wouldn't wanna be up on youtube, so that's out. Unless......I could do a sneaky webcam video and get him to say it on there, lol. I don't know. Aside from taping him on my micro cassette recorder, I do not see any other options. : ( If you have any suggestions for me, please feel free to comment and help me out. It would be greatly appreciated! And I'd love to share the happiness and comfort with you, that this man brings to me when he says the words "cookie" and "Hannaford".

Well, hello there, nice to meet you!

I don't know how many times I've tried to set up a blog on here and never followed through with it. Too many times to count. In fact, I think I was fighting with myself over the blog name "The pink notebook" or "My pink notebook", lol. I'm not really sure. If not, and those names are yours....then **ck  you and I feel like a total fool! If anybody deserves that name for a blog, it's me, God damnit! Oops, can I say that word on here? I bleeped out my other swear words, but this one seems to be too minor for bleeping. And no I don't have a swear jar to put a dollar in every time I swear. That's just plain stupid. Not to mention, a total waste of money, like buying your groceries at convenience stores. Just plain retarded! I'm a penny pincher, and if there's a way to save a buck, I'll find it. After all, that's one more dollar I can spend in the Dollar Store (Dollar Tree to be exact, not be confused with "Family Dollar" that place sucks)! Don't get me wrong, I'm not a cheap person by far. My Aunt has that department covered. I'm mostly Italian with a little bit of Irish and English in me. UGGGH, thank God I did not end up with Red hair. I hate red hair! Moving right along, you are in great deservance of my sincerest appologies if you are reading this blog and have red hair. I have nothing against you, really. It go's back to an ex of mine that I dated, who loved redheads. Ok, so yeah, my first blog and I'm really chugging along posting random crap that really doesn't need to be said, is probably better left unsaid. I gotta write something! Gimme a break!! I'm certainly not new at this. I've been blogging for years. And I love every minute of it. It seems as though I can write better  blogs and have more of an urge to write them when I'm depressed. I've been pretty freaking happy lately, these past few years. Let's hope it continues to be that way. I'm not at all depressed right now. I feel great. But I had that familiar itch again to blog. It's actually been nagging for the past few weeks or so. So, here I am, going at it once again. Maybe this time I won't forget the URL or password and be abe to keep this one alive, huh? Wish me luck, I'm gonna need it! Ok, so I should be in the shower right now, getting ready for my parents arival. We're gonna shop and go eat out at the Chinese buffet. I can hardly wait. If you know me, you know I love my chinese food and look forward to this dinner with my parents, every Thursday. I say that a little on the sarcastic side, cuz my mom and I don't really get along all that well. But it's a lot better than we used to, and I really shouldn't complain, cuz it used to be a whole lot worse. I'm having trouble deciding what I want to wear today. I'm thinking about testing out my outfit that I want to wear to the Springfield fair next week. Yeah maybe I"ll do that or wear one of my new sequined tops I got from Deb's. Decisions, decisions. Last week it was my neon pink leopard print sequined top, covered by my white satin, Nikki Manage jacket from Hot Topic, with hot pink capris that made my non-existent @ss look even more flat that it already does. UGGGH!! Ok, I think I'm experiencing what they call "Writers block" right now. So I think that means that I better get my but in the shower before my parents get here and I make them late and piss off my mom and have to go through the embarassing experience of walking into the restaurant after they've already been seated, trying to find what table they are at, looking like a total fool. Yeah, FUN FUN!!!! Tons of F-U-N!! Ok, I love you Buh-bye!!
P.S. Stay tuned for more blogs coming up. Really, I mean it. I'm gonna write more. Maybe a blog or two about my experiences today, dining out wiht my parents and shopping. Oh and I found 5 bucks in my pants pocket yesterday. I just might go to Dollar Tree and buy some Strawberry Shortcake-bubble gum flavored mouthwash from England or Canada. I'm not really sure which country it's from. I'm assuming England, cuz the measurements on the cap are metric, and there is no french translations under the English ones. However, it does have a big thing on front that says "Made in USA".