Enter the Thunderdome: What’s your 20?

In the tradition of random emails finding their way into my Inbox, imagine my surprise when I received the following email today:
Truck Driving Career Expo
Do you want to find out more about the Truck Driving Profession?  Here is the opportunity to attend a free career information program to explore an industry with many High Paying Jobs available NOW! 
When:   Monday, January 23, 2012
Where:  Metro Community College- South   
                Campus- ITC Building- Conference Ctr.
What:   6pm Trucking Career Panel Discussion
                7pm-9pm   Visit with Various Trucking
                Firms, Training Schools, Financial
                Support agencies, & NE Trucking Assoc.
Program provided by Nebraska Dept. of Labor & the Nebraska Trucking Association
For further information; contact Deb Christensen-402-XXX-XXXX or Phil Sanders 402-XXX-XXXX at Nebraska Dept. of Labor. Please call to register if attending.
This is an automated email notification. Please do not respond.

Giving Myself the Finger

On a recent trip to my daughter’s dance studio I was reminded that Pain Induced Sudden Onset Tourette's Syndrome can strike anyone at anytime, especially when a finger smashed in a door is involved.  I can’t guarantee you that I’m very popular at the studio to begin with.  Amidst the very well-groomed and polished mothers with their designer handbags and perfect hair, I am so very out of place.  I generally roll in to pick up and/or drop off my girls (late) wearing my uniform of tall socks (one pair of which says “badass” with an upward pointing arrow) shorts, and a tank top.  My hair is generally shoved in one direction and I’m lucky if I’ve managed to apply lip gloss.  It’s not pretty.  I don’t judge them for judging me.  If I didn’t know me, I’d judge me too.  On such a frenzied trip this past Monday and in my haste to get the Gogurt off the seat that Cate had just spilled I accidentally slammed my car door directly on the ring finger of my left hand while simultaneously trying to move towards the back passenger door of my car. 

Why I Hate Sprint and in Related News, Best Buy Sucks Too

I’ve been away.  I’m sorry my blogging was non-existent.  My computer is spazzy… I wrote about it last week in my love letter to Best Buy. 

So, it’s my fault.  I get it.  I spilled water all over my phone AND my computer as I was calling someone for an interview for my grown up job blog.  It was a cool story too, this amazing police officer from Jersey was shot like nine times and survived!  Bananas.  Anyways, my speaker was trashed, I sounded like I was under water and no one could understand or hear me when I was on the phone.  I panicked.  Full-blown, crazy eyes, ‘WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO NOW’ mode where I wanted to immediately call my dad.  But this wasn’t time for DEFCON 5.  I had to pull it together. 

I Don't Give a Shit

I'm 30, recently turned, hence my anger. I'm divorced and a single mom with a ridiculously messy house.  At this point, moving to a new house and starting all over (even with underwear and socks) would be easier.  I have historically dated emotionally retarded men and am fairly certain that is something I haven't quite learned my lesson on so more will come on that front I'm sure.  But regardless, I have just become quite unapologetic for my swearing, my lack of perfect parenting skills (my kids have it pretty good), and my inability to keep all my shit going perfectly all the time.  I forget to call people back, I am never on time, and lately I have not averaged more than about 5 hours of sleep at night.  I don't give a shit.