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Alright, so I blocked my blog for a little bit because...well, read my previous post. I tried to figure out how to make it so only certain people could read it, but I couldn't. Oh well. If said person decides to read it...its not my fault if your feelings are hurt. Don't be stupid, I wont get mad and write mean things. KaPeesh?! (No clue if that's how you spell it or not...my blog, don't care) ;)

RECENT HAPPENINGS:

I got a new job!! I'm pumped! Wells Fargo, after 7-8 interviews for 7-8 different positions, has finally decided to give me a chance! Guess what that means. NO MORE RETAIL HOURS!! WEEKENDS OFF! GROWING POTENTIAL! I'm taking a bit of a pay cut from where I am now but it isn't enough to really worry about.

I am, however, going to miss my boys at AERO. Being the only girl in management in the store I've come to love those guys. Jason, Brad, Brett and the newbie John...love 'em all, they're almost like brothers now. :( Gonna miss 'em like crazy! I enjoy the work and I enjoy the people, its the hours that really get me. Boston needs consistency and retail hours do not provide that.

Uh, other than that nothin' much has changed. My sister Jessica is pregnant, moving, and building a house all in the same summer. Nuts? Yes. Good Luck with that!

Boston is still amazing. So funny and such a performer!

Easter was fun with the family. It was my holiday so I got to have Boss. Course, holidays will officially be figured out this coming Wednesday at out final mediation. Which, Jon says he isn't going to be able to attend. Not my problem. That's really all I can say about anything when it comes to him now...Not. My. Problem. I'm done helping him with ANYTHING. Done it way too much.

Speaking of which...because I had Boston on Easter SUNDAY (Sundays being Jon's normal day to have him)...I was kind enough to invite Jon to go to an Easter Egg hunt with me and B on Saturday. He acted really excited, said he'd pick us up at 815-830am. Awesome...right?.....No, it COULD'VE been nice, if he would've shown up! 830 rolls around and Boston and I are all read to go. I texted Jon, I called him...I got nothing. Nothing. Boston was walking around waiting, saying "Daddy, where are you?" So, instead of completely missing out on it all...Boss and I left and went without him. It was cold, it was muddy, Boston did not want to DO anything but walk as slowly as possible throughout the entire thing. He didn't want to go out and grab any eggs, he didn't want to go in the building and get any candy. He just wanted to walk around and stare at all the other people. Lovely. Then...to top it all off...he pooped! So, imagine if you will...me, carrying a 30lbs child...covered in mud...smells like poo...whining and cold, a camera, his diaper bag, his Easter basket, a grocery bag with goodies in it, sounds like a wonderful freakin' time doesn't it?! Honestly, up until that point I was having a great time. It was at this point in the day I wanted to hunt his father down and beat him with the dirty diaper. I had called him and texted him all day and go no response, all day. I asked his friends if they had heard from him, they hadn't either. FINALLY at 6PM he tells me...he had a rough night and he to take a day TO THINK....................................?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! You BAILED on your kid! I don't care what happens and how stressed out you are...pull up your big boy pants and BE A FATHER!! Grow the F up already! Stop being so Goddamn selfish!

Ugh! I gotta stop now...I'm making myself upset again. I'll come back another time when I've let this bullshit go...