For not having much to do today, work went by pretty fast. I think the countdown jen and I had going for the last 50 minutes helped. Afterwards I came home and worked on my massive photo album project some more. It’s really kind of cool to sift through the zillions of pictures I’ve taken over the years and laugh at some of the crazy shit that’s in there. Like the pictures from the millenium new year, when all my brothers and sisters and I hung out at my mom’s place wearing party hats, drinking sparkling apple cider out of plastic stemware and taking pictures like we were all smashed. There’s nothing funnier than a pic of a 12 year old swigging from what looks like a champagne bottle while wearing a lampshade on her head. I also found another picture of my brother in a homecoming dress, and I’m almost up to the set of photos I took at the pregnant lady bikini contest my sister was in last May. Pure comedy gold!

In other news, got a call from mom this morning while I was getting ready for work. I know how much she’s missed having a dog, and I should be happy for her; it’s hard to feel happy when thinking about what she did to the last 2 dogs and cat, and knowing her money situation and hearing how much she spent on the new dog. What the hell is wrong with adopting from a pound? Why can’t she fucking accept that she is not well-off anymore, and can’t do things the way she did when she was married?

And yes, she and the ex finally got back together for round 3. And yes, she’s using him again and it makes me sick.

A while ago I heard someone say that “crazy is going back to the same situation expecting different results.”

I told my mom that once, and she totally loved it. And didn’t get a damn thing out of it.

And when I tell her what’s going on in my life I get pissed because she says things and asks questions about everything like I’m supposed to be acting like a jerk to everyone, and that’s really just not my thing. And it irks me that she doesn’t know that by now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a jerk, but not asshole, mean jerk. I’m a sarcastic, happy jerk. I’d maybe say like in the Steve Martin movie, but that might not be such a good thing to say about myself having never seen the movie.

Possibly shouldn’t have started writing about that conversation, now I’m all ticked off again. Leftover science should make me feel better.

“Did you say science?”

“No, I said pie pants.”

“Mmmmmm…. pie pants.”

p.s. – I’m glad new-teacher chick got transferred and won’t be on the very special BP anymore. I never liked her, anyway.