I wanna go bake a cake and invite everyone to my house! This is my 100th blog post. WOW How did I do that? I know I am a gabby girl most of the time but I was not so sure it would be the same on a blog as it is in real life. In real life I have always thought I was super nice and talked to everyone.
Well that last sentence leads me to this:
My son has informed me that I am a bitch.
Are you shocked? I know I was. My son was shocked as well. It all started last week. I was out of stamps and the little international things you need to stick on international mail.
Me: Corey I need you to go to the post office with me.
Corey: Why?
Me: The guy there is creepy and I don't want to go alone.
Corey: OK
So a little background,
The guy at the post office is 6'4" easy but it is 6'4" of creepy. He mumbles to me and is always looking at me covertly. I know that may seem paranoid but its not. I can handle someone looking at me without getting freaked out, hell the homeless guy who is outside a local market hits on me all the time and it never creeps me out.
So back to me being a bitch,
We get to the post office and as we are walking in who is walking out???? My stalker X boyfriend. Can this day get any worse?? Just asking because I felt the need to look for a gunman on the grassy knoll, things where just going down hill.
I know now I look a little full of myself the post office guy the stalker X boyfriend but I want you to know I am so not full of myself these guys are not Brad Pitt and I am so not Angelina ya know. Go ahead look a few posts back I am there. I am an average girl.
So the X is a stalker in my book for a few reasons. Here is a list
1. When I broke up with him he used to show up unannounced at my house all the time.
2. I once woke up to him in my bedroom at the foot of my bed. He broke in!
3. After I married my husband and moved over 50 miles away this guy moved into a house no more then 5 doors down from us.
There is more but I think I have proven my point.
So it has been a while since I have seen the stalker and he was being nice. We exchanged pleasantries because I think I am a polite and kind person. He is carting loads of box's in and out of the post office and is talking to me the whole time I am there. Corey and I take our place in line and wait. When we are the next in line I cross my fingers and hope that Dora the nice postal employee is done before Lerch the big creepy postal employee. I guess I must of said something to Corey, maybe something like Oh my gosh I hope we get Dora look at Lerch isn't he creepy. I don't know maybe it sounded nastier when I said it. Anyway the sun was now shinning on me Dora was done first and she was able to help me.
As we left the post office Corey looked at me and said " Mom you really are a bitch. I never believed auntie Shelly when she said you could be one." Umm ok what are you supposed to say to that? Me I don't say Corey you are 17 and just called you mom a bitch! I don't pop him in the mouth. I don't even feel indignant. I kinda liked it. So I needed to know what I had done. Apparently my tone was snotty with the X. My body language was snotty with everyone around. I apparently answer with one and two word answers and turn my back on people when I can. And Corey has decided that the creepy post office guy was shy and very nice to everyone he helped. I am like well duh I never said he was not nice he is creepy and nice but the stalker was nice and look where that got me.
So I know this sounds stupid but I was kinda glad that I still had a bit of the bitch in me. When I was a teen I was a little full of myself and probably a real bitch but I have mellowed a lot and have thought of my self as pretty nice maybe to the point of being a bit of a doormat. But I am not a doormat I still have some bitchy backbone left in me. I may need to work on the timing but I am happy to report the a little of the bitch still lives inside of me and has my back.
Well, take care of you! Have a great day!
Well that last sentence leads me to this:
My son has informed me that I am a bitch.
Are you shocked? I know I was. My son was shocked as well. It all started last week. I was out of stamps and the little international things you need to stick on international mail.
Me: Corey I need you to go to the post office with me.
Corey: Why?
Me: The guy there is creepy and I don't want to go alone.
Corey: OK
So a little background,
The guy at the post office is 6'4" easy but it is 6'4" of creepy. He mumbles to me and is always looking at me covertly. I know that may seem paranoid but its not. I can handle someone looking at me without getting freaked out, hell the homeless guy who is outside a local market hits on me all the time and it never creeps me out.
So back to me being a bitch,
We get to the post office and as we are walking in who is walking out???? My stalker X boyfriend. Can this day get any worse?? Just asking because I felt the need to look for a gunman on the grassy knoll, things where just going down hill.
I know now I look a little full of myself the post office guy the stalker X boyfriend but I want you to know I am so not full of myself these guys are not Brad Pitt and I am so not Angelina ya know. Go ahead look a few posts back I am there. I am an average girl.
So the X is a stalker in my book for a few reasons. Here is a list
1. When I broke up with him he used to show up unannounced at my house all the time.
2. I once woke up to him in my bedroom at the foot of my bed. He broke in!
3. After I married my husband and moved over 50 miles away this guy moved into a house no more then 5 doors down from us.
There is more but I think I have proven my point.
So it has been a while since I have seen the stalker and he was being nice. We exchanged pleasantries because I think I am a polite and kind person. He is carting loads of box's in and out of the post office and is talking to me the whole time I am there. Corey and I take our place in line and wait. When we are the next in line I cross my fingers and hope that Dora the nice postal employee is done before Lerch the big creepy postal employee. I guess I must of said something to Corey, maybe something like Oh my gosh I hope we get Dora look at Lerch isn't he creepy. I don't know maybe it sounded nastier when I said it. Anyway the sun was now shinning on me Dora was done first and she was able to help me.
As we left the post office Corey looked at me and said " Mom you really are a bitch. I never believed auntie Shelly when she said you could be one." Umm ok what are you supposed to say to that? Me I don't say Corey you are 17 and just called you mom a bitch! I don't pop him in the mouth. I don't even feel indignant. I kinda liked it. So I needed to know what I had done. Apparently my tone was snotty with the X. My body language was snotty with everyone around. I apparently answer with one and two word answers and turn my back on people when I can. And Corey has decided that the creepy post office guy was shy and very nice to everyone he helped. I am like well duh I never said he was not nice he is creepy and nice but the stalker was nice and look where that got me.
So I know this sounds stupid but I was kinda glad that I still had a bit of the bitch in me. When I was a teen I was a little full of myself and probably a real bitch but I have mellowed a lot and have thought of my self as pretty nice maybe to the point of being a bit of a doormat. But I am not a doormat I still have some bitchy backbone left in me. I may need to work on the timing but I am happy to report the a little of the bitch still lives inside of me and has my back.
Well, take care of you! Have a great day!
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6 comments:
I don't believe it really means you are a bitch, at least not all the time. I have learned that if you spend most of your time trying to be nice that when you do show some backbone people will generally be surprised and jarred a bit, and with that, most people don't like the "normal" getting off track and actually take your behavior too offensively. Like in my family right now, I have put up with a lot of crap for far too long and now I've become a "bitch" in my efforts to get my 20 and 21 year old to grow the hell up. The funny part is, my 12 year old is the only one that really understands my point, well so does the olderst but he's still being too lazy to do anything about it. And dear hubby just don't get any of it.
I feel ya,
Tammy
Haha! I love the title! I have a little bitch in me when I need it, too. :) It's good to have it there in case of "emergency" (a.k.a. someone being stupid).
HAHA... Better than TMZ, thanx!
hehehe If you ask my family, 3 boys and 1 girl they'll tell ya that mum has a fair bit of bitch in her to. lol
But i only use it when i have to.
I'm with ya to lol
I love the title! :) I get a little bitchy too sometimes hehe This is such a cute post! Have a lovely merry happy day!
sometimes a little bit of bitch is a healthy thing. I've been told I was "scary" Ha! Scary, please they haven't even seen scary. I was behaving myself!
Hopefully sometime in July I can start posting gory stories again for your personal enjoyment, lol!
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