slow poke

Yes, I am completely aware of the fact that it has been almost two months since my last post. Alot has happened in that time that 100% justifies my absence. Well, in my opinion at least. Nothing serious, just time consuming. I went to Tulsa, OK and took my CPO Cert. test three weeks ago. Still waiting on the freaking test results. "Test results could take up to six weeks." Oh my freaking god. Everyone is just trying to give a girl an ulcer. I'm 99% positive I passed, it's just knowing for sure. Ya know?

Then, with much protest from me, and a fight that lasted for a whole weekend (Grant actually spent one night at his momma's house) Grant's little sister moved back in with us. She lived with us for about six months at the beginning of the year. Since Jan. 06, this girl has been fired from seven jobs for calling in sick or being late. She is almost twenty and has dropped out of high school, dropped out of alternative school twice, and missed her GED test three time because she overslept. She is a slob. I love her to death, but this girl has got to grow up.  If everyone keeps up the way they are, she will never grow up. Anyways, she never pays rent or anything when she lives with us. To make a long story short, Grant kicked her out again after only about three weeks. Biggest pet peeve? The girl is constantly on my computer and online, even when she is not in front of the computer. WE ARE ON DIAL-UP PEOPLE. Thus explains part of my absence.

To top it all off this past weekend, she was supposed to bring Grant home from the high school football game Friday night. It was a playoff game about three hours away. You know how us small towns are in Okla. and Texas about HS football. Anyways, the entire town went. They wouldn't be back until almost one in the morning. Grant road with his mom and step-dad and then she was supposed to bring him home. We asked four times to make sure, because I had to work Sat. so Grant had to watch Riley at 8am and I didn't want to wake her up around 1am and drive thirty min. to go pick him up. She said she would definately bring him home. I woke up at 5:30a to Grant coming home?? He said that everytime he called at her boyfriend's house, they wouldn't let him talk to her, she was asleep. So his younger brother went over and got her car and brought it to him. It was out of gas, so then he had to wait until 5am for the station to open so he could get gas. Well, Sat. around noon, she called him wanting her car back. He asked if she had to work and she said no. He told her that it would have to wait until I got off work at 2p because he didn't have a way back or a car seat for Riley. It was in my truck. He then ask her why she didn't come get him. She tells him that no way was she going to give him a ride home after he kicked her out of his house. That was almost a month ago and SHE said it was no problem!!! So Grant gets mad and tells her to have her boyfriend bring her to get the car. After all, while she was living here, she disappeared in my uncle's Jaguar while we were asleep and let us freak out until after 3pm the next day and then we had to find a way to go pick it up when the whole reason we had the jaguar was b/c Grant's car and my truck were broke down. Bitch. So, I walk in the door after work to Grant frantically dressing Riley saying I had to follow him to Rush because his sister called the damn cops and said that he had stolen her car!!!!! WTF??? We didn't call the cops on her. Even her mom told her she was dumb. Anyways, we took the car back and nothing happened. End of story. Except that I think Grant finally realized why I flipped when he told me that her and her jobless twenty-five year-old boyfriend were moving in. Thank you. j

Anyways, I know the grammar in this post sucks and that it rambles. I just woke up after almost four hours of a dead sleep with a tummy ache and can't go back to sleep. I think it was something we ate, because I seem to remember hearing Grant getting sick about two hours after I crashed. Yucky. Well, I think I may be able to crash now though. Night night.