Oh where to begin on this weeks entry????? Well let us begin with Saturday morning. M good friend Colleen was throwing a baby shower for her daughter in law. I being a generous and loyal friend offer my flower arranging services. I arrive 9am on Saturday morning for the Farmers Market and gather the flowers and head to the shower site. Upon leaving notice there is a nail in my tire and it is almost entirely flat. In a panic I limp it to the nearest gas station where I fill it up with air so I can get to the nearest tire repair station.
Unfortunately the nearest "repair" station seems to be my good ol' faithful enemy...Walmart. Ugh...rendered with few choices I reluctantly walk in and ask for a tire repair, and begin the waiting process. I shop, browse, shop and browse. An hour goes by, I check in and they say I am the next in line. Another hour goes by and I stomp my way back into the customer service area and they tell me the lug nuts have been over-torqued and they cannot fix my tire. They could not have told me this 2 hours ago? In my fury I vow to never again shop at Walmart. And from previous posts on this blog you can see why. Late for a much needed hair appoinmen and frustrated beyond belief I make my way to another tire place right down the street, and they welcome me with open arms. Not only did they fix it for me in 20 minutes but they do not charge me for it, my only payment is to promise to never again take my car to Walmart. Well Tredshed on Railroad Ave...you have a customer for life. And not bad eye candy I might add ladies.
Fast forward a few hours and I am home with freshly cut hair, no more trimming my split ends off at work. Nick and I are anxiously awaiting the hockey game later that night. I might add that we are completely obsessed with hockey right now and have attended 3 games in the last month. Anyway, we leave the house at 5:30 to make our way to Stockton, for a game that starts at 7:30pm. Being it was Bobblehead night I wanted to ensure we had fab seats and plenty of time to see the warm ups. Boy...Saturday was just not my day. We arrive a hour ahead of time to be told that they are almost sold out and the only seats available are 5 rows from the top of the stadium. Once again...ugh. Well I realize shortly after that the reason they are almost sold out is the insane amount of children that are in attendance. Those who know me well know that though I love my friends' children and baby cousins...me and children don't mix that well. They annoy me to no end, and being childless by choice has earned me the right to bitch and complain about them all I want, thank you very much!
Well the Stockton Arena has not only decided to give away bobbleheads but also to welcome the Girl Scouts of America (oh swell) and the Big Brothers and Big Sisters (double swell). Guess who got seated right behind me? That's right folks, all the kids I can handle. Not only them, but their Game Boys and cellphones and all the bells and whistles.
I am a bitch I know this, I am 30 years old and I have paid my dues and have the right to be a bitch. I paid $32.00 to sit 5 rows from the top of the arena and now I have to be annoyed by troubled children. Fine, good organization, keeping the kids "straight". doo-gooders, blah blah blah...I am driving the bus to hell, WHATEVER! They bug the shit out of me. I am a whole other person at the games, I like to yell, cuss and on occasion...spit. And I feel guilty about doing such things with children present. Not that their parents are any better than me but I still have a problem with calling the other team "a bunch of bitchy pansies" when little tikes are around.
Well, since we went, they won of course as they do every time we go! A great time was had by all even after I complained the entire time. Like I said...I have earned it. I am a woman and reserve the right to complain when things do not go her way. Poor Nick.... what a trooper, he just kept trying to feed me popcorn the whole time so I would stop talking about it.
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