Bonus points if you figure out what that stands for!

I am exhausted. Dead on my feet. Never going to breathe normally again.

Oh yeah, and I broke my toe this morning. Go figure.

Move from hell. Srsly. The moving company reminds me of fucking carnies. Ya know. Carnival workers. Skuzzy, ucky, slimy dudes. Seriously.

The packers weren’t bad, but they took forever and didn’t pack everything they should have. This is according to the mover truck guy who picked up two teens at the fucking skatepark to help him load the truck. WTF?? What kind of company does not send people to do a job?? Srsly. Stupid.

Considering how high of a profile Hublet’s company has, to use a company like this to move people?? Um yeah. I think not.

AND THEY BROKE STUFF!!!! Motherfuckers.

Um yeah. I am not happy. I am happy we moved, but I am tired. Had a few long days. 18, 19, 20 hours. Ugh. I don’t want to move again.

Ever.

Alright. Miss SodaPop tagged me so I have to do this. She’s holding a gun to my head, dammit.

6 Quirky Things About Vikki That You May or May Not Want to Know

1. I am always right. I don’t care if you think I’m wroing. I’m not. That’s just how it is.

2. I *HATE* underwear. I hate wearing it. I hate folding it. I hate washing/drying/folding it. Ugh. Especially other people’s underwear. Eww.

3. I Burger King Whoppers. I would blow a baseball team for a Whopper right now.

4. I *HATE* lettuce and pickles on burgers. I always order them without and Lord help you if you put them on.

5. I *HATE* socks. They are possessed little devils that walk away from the laundry, never to be seen again. I hate wearing them too.

6. I prefer to have a nice, hot, relaxing bath in the morning, when everyone is gone. Just me and my bubbles. No interruptions.

Um yeah. So those are just a few of my quirks. I am not tagging anyone since everyone’s been tagged, because as usual I’m a day late and a dollar short!

I’ve been a horrible blogger. I have a lot of reasons. None of which I am going to tell you since most of you hate those whole “I’m such a horrible blogger posts”….

I have a lot to do in 2 days. Being stoned and sleeping most of this past week has not been a good thing. Not with a BBQ with a zillion people coming up this weekend. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?? Geez.

There’s been a lot going on in the blogging world and as usual I’m clueless, for the most part. I like living under a mushroom.

Kidlet1 has been GREAT since I got her on Sunday. We’ll see how long it lasts! I’m hopeful. I really do see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Kidlet2 & 3 have been horrible little jerks all week though with the Hublet gone. Driving me batty. They were good the first day I was “sick”, but now they’re out full force. Ugh.

I think by tonight I’ll be 90% though which is good because we have to go get all the groceries for the party. Double Ugh.

Well I’m off to take my meds and lay down for a bit.

Catch y’all later.

Left the house at 9am. Met up with the Grandma @1pm. Just got home about 30 minutes ago.

I’m exhausted.

Did stop to buy a new sofa and loveseat for the new house and some massaging showerheads…. and a few other things.

Must go watch Disk 5 of Season 3 of 24 now… I am loving me some Jack. I even saw a license plate today that had CTU for the letters! It was great!

Ok. I’m rambling. G’night.

Last night Hublet complimented Kidlet1 on “how wonderful she’s been lately”. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a look on her face. I didn’t have to be struck down by lightning to know. I’m a Super Mom. I knew something was up.

Um yeah. Did a room check today. Found a bunch of crap, and more in her “stash” spot downstairs. Motherfuckingstupidassbratfacedlyingwench.

She is the ONLY one of the kidlets NOT allowed to be at home when we’re not here and we have a busy weekend, so I have to take my 14 year old to her grandparents for the weekend. Way to fuck up my weekend. 6 hours tomorrow and it will be 8 hours on Sunday travel time. Yay me. Motherfuckingstupidassbratfacedlyingwench.

And what is her consequence for this repeated behavior?? Not the trip. That was part of a deal we made with her… her reward consequence is that she can eat in her room all she fucking wants.

UM HELLO???? You’re giving her exactly what she wants. WTF is that bullshit??? She does NOT keep her room clean. She does not put things in the garbage. Idon’tfuckingthinkso. I am so pissed at Hublet right now it’s not even funny. I’m glad he’s going away for a week. Seriously.

OH!! And part of the deal was she had to keep her nose clean or she does NOT get the big room in the new house. I told her it is NOT hers. As of now it is Kidlet3’s and she has TWO weeks to earn it back. (NOT MY DOING EITHER!!!)

What the fuck is going on around here?????

No grounding? Nothing?? Just give her what she wants??

What the fuck does that show her????

I am livid.

She wants to go to boarding school. I’m like there is no way in hell I am paying thousands of dollars a month so you can “run away”. Why the fuck would I when she can do that for free??? Geez.

I pointed out to her later today that she had better realize she was REWARDED, not punished and she better not fuck it up or I will make her life a living hell.

I am feeling better, headache wise, although my jaw is hurting. I think the dentist put in alien receptors when he did my filings and they are transmitting. At least that is what it feels like. Although, honestly I can say I know for certain as I’ve never “felt” transmitting alien receptors, but I imagine them to feel this way.

Um yeah. SABIL is not coming to our BBQ. I told Hublet and he said “Good”. Alrighty then. I sent a “reminder” message to all on Facebook who did not RSVP yet and he messaged me like a minute later saying they couldn’t come. Bummer. So I am messaging him today to tell him to bring Hublet’s guitar back. Bastard.

Their uncle committed suicide back in ‘93 and the famdam gave his guitar to Hublet as they used to play together and Hublet is the guitar player of the two brothers. Yeah. SABIL decided like 3 years ago he wanted to learn how to play so Hublet LENT him the guitar. Haven’t seen it since. I am getting that back before we move if I have to go break into their house mobile home to get it. Asshat.

I can’t wait to be away from them. She drives by a zillion times a day. Glares at Kidlet1 for whatever reason (it’s not like she knows anything that’s been going on with her)… doesn’t wave. I always pretend to be on the phone when I see her coming. Otherwise she’d complain and I’d get reemed out for not waving. Fuck you, bitch.

Um yeah. I hate them. So much.

I’m going to get my hair done. Again. I am getting a lot more blonde in it, so it’s like the reverse of now. Blonde with chocolate chunks, rather than chocolate with blonde chunks. Hopefully get it done next week when Hublet is out of town. I wanna surprise him!

Um yeah. I gotta go now. Have a nice day.

I know. I’m sorry. I really am. Judging by the emails I’ve received I’ve been missed. You guys are too kind. Really.

Chaos around here. Bullet post without the bullets, that’s how exhausted I am.

Got new house on Friday.

Kids love it.

Dog loves pond in back yard.

Accepted offer on current house last night.

Whew.

Migraine since Friday.

Finally feeling normal today.

So far.

I hate SABIL and his entire family.

Invited them to BBQ.

No response.

Fuck you, asshat.

Detroit better fucking win tonight or I shall scream.

Y’all will hear me if they lose.

Hope all is well with you guys.

I have not (and do not plan to) read any blogs in my reader.

There are just too many to go through since I haven’t really been on my computer since Thursday. (10 minutes yesterday does NOT count since my headache came back).

Y’all are a talkative bunch.

Pictures of the furniture I am getting for new house on other blog, or Facebook. Your pick.

Have a nice day. I’m going to get my nails done. Yay.