The Final Countdown

I discovered yesterday that my Blondie Bee only has 11 days of school left..(she goes every other day) and my Butch Bee has 21 days left. The school year has just flew by.

Butch Bee brought home a tree for us to plant. We are going to plant it today after he gets home from school. Its a type of pine tree. I hate pine trees.

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On my walk around the lake last night I saw the most disturbing thing. I saw a morbidly obese woman. That wasn't the disturbing thing. She was out walking..(good for her I say)..She had a bottle of water in one hand and smoking a cig with the other. Plus she had a tiny child behind her on a tiny bike. On a busy street. It just all didn't add to me.

But it got me thinking. There are so many types of bottled water. You have your distilled, your spring, your purified, your reverse osmosis. What the bloody heck is the difference between them. Isn't water ..Um..Water?

Speaking of water, I decided I should get a hold of my good friend at the city building of the town our other house is in that other state. I was worried these people renting our home wasn't paying the city bill. Well my suspicions were right. They owe $206 by may 8th or the water is being shut off. My friend is the city clerk. She knows all this stuff. She is going to let me know if it isn't paid the day before so we can make sure it is paid. It really ticks Bossy off. These people are already not paying the full amount we agreed on. Now they aren't paying the bills they are suppose to. I hate people.

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I am getting a zit on my cheek. Just in time for my birthday. I am glad its a small one.

Mr Shaky Pants is still in a fowl mood. He may be going to a home sooner than he thinks. A home for battered husbands that is. Cause I am bout to beat the crap out of him.

he is cranky. I am suppose to be the only cranky one.

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This is my birthday weekend. I work all weekend. Happy Birthday to me..Although I don't physically work on my birthday, my whole birthday weekend is shot to all heck.

I told Mr Shaky Pants to get me a cake. A big cake.
I. Will. Eat. The . Whole. Thing.
ALONE. He is too cranky for me to share with.

I just want my life to get back to normal. Can someone make that happen? Anyone? Anyone? Yup I didn't think so.

Instead of running myself over with my mini van. I may take a long walk off a short dock.

Am I suicidal?..hmm, not sure....I have never been before, but there is a first time for everything. It just seems things are going haywire.If I were to die, lets say by accident,there might be enough money to pay off the house in the homeland and maybe throw my ashes in a nice botanical garden somewhere. Or just use them for kitty litter. Makes no never mind to me. Its all just a thought.

Have a good weekend. I need to go meditate or get snockered..Not sure which.

Bee Real
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