Snowball Effect

When it rains it pours. One rolling snowball can turn into an avalanche…. we know all the sayings, and every single one of them took place over the last two weeks.

The car situation is finally under control. The breaks went out and it took a month and a half before I could get them fixed. The very day they were fixed I got a flat tire. Two weeks later, on the very day the tire was fixed my front light went out. That got fixed the next day. I wasn’t stupid enough to get behind the wheel. The car has been sitting there pretty much untouched after the light was fixed.

I jacked my checking account up but didn’t know it until Friday when it was too late to do anything about it. Monday morning before therapy I ran to the bank and gave them all my money. When I got home I realized two things 1) my website was down and 2) I hadn’t called my cab to pick me up for my therapy appointment which was in one hour. I called and set it up. He got here and had great news for me. He told me about some banker guy that says he can’t live off of 10 million dollars a year. Damn! Really??? Try about 7,500 a year then get back to me with a real problem. Thanks for further annoying me.

So on to therapy I went. I walked in relieved to be there. We talked for a few minutes about my decision to totally trash the idea of quitting smoking. I told him why. Just as I did his phone rang. The security system in his house went off and they wanted him to go home and check things out. So, right in the middle of my therapy session my therapist tells me he has to go home but he only lives 5 min away so he’d be back. I sat in his office for no longer than 10 min while he checked his home. When he came back we finished my session as well as made up the time for when he had to leave. I climbed into the cab, put my headphones on and road home.

When I got home I wanted coffee but the coffee maker died so I hopped into my little Aussiemobile and traveled to the second hand store. (I had money because just before therapy I made a small cash sale to Fife Junior. Turns out he likes my artwork too.) So, I went and got a $1.00 (one dollar) coffee maker from the second hand store as well as a large stuffed animal good for the beans inside it. Feeling all happy I got into my little mobile and went to Dollar Tree for creamer. Inside I saw a girl I went out with a few times but decided she was pretty much a waste of my time. I said hello and went straight for the creamer. At the cash register she commented on the huge green frog in my car which I’d purchased at DAV. She said it was cute then told me he was Kermit and I was Miss Piggy. Really? Seriously? Thus began an ugly yet funny argument.

I told her she shouldn’t talk about people, not with the way her hair looked that day. I told her it looked like a bomb went off at the same time she was putting on hair spray. She told me I should turn right around, go out the door and go back to counciling. She knew it was Monday and where I’d come from. I told her while I go to therapy she should go to Homeland Security and let them know that Al Qaeda was at it again, that they set off a bomb in her hair. She started calling me crazy this, crazy that. I told her no, crazy is not reporting the terrorist attack. If you don’t report it for yourself, report it for the American people. I paid for my item and left the hefty bitch at her register but not before she yelled, “We can finish this next Monday.” Girl please! Please return to the ghetto you came from and leave me alone.

I decided there was no way in hell I was going anywhere else that day. I put my foot on the gas and didn’t let up until I reached my front door.

This snowball needs to melt.

The art site is back up.

Joan of Arc