I got dissmissed

Yet another uneventful weekend. Okay, not really.

Friday night Zoey and I hit Super Walmart! Woo Hoo! I hadn't been to the grocery store in a while - so we had to stock up. I mean shit, how much food can a 23 year old woman, and a 14 month old child eat??? A lot. We're little piggies. I stocked up! I was going to buy myself a bottle of cheap strawberry wine, but then remembered that I can't drink alcohol with the medication I'm on. Damnit. I spent $97 there.

THEN. . . .Zoey and I hit Target yesterday. They have some really cute Mossimo crap that I liked. I got a heavy sweater for $19.99, a shirt for $8.99, and a pair of creased dress pants for $19.99. I also bought some trouser socks in black & brown, however, I was an idiot and didn't pay attention to the size when I bought them. I bought a size 9-11. Uh, I like, wear a 7. So, I'll have to go exchange those. I was going to buy some curtains for my livingroom since its going to be getting colder - however, thought I might ought to wait 'till next pay period for that. I have no idea what color to get either. My couch is maroon & velvety in texture with swirls in it. What would go with maroon? I thought about buying yellow.

Saturday night, me, Zoey, my Mom, stepDad, and my 7 year old stepsister, Shelbi went to the Sidekicks game at Reunion Arena. It was fun - until my Mom gave Zoey this miniscule piece of gum. I told her NOT too, and she did it anway......and what does Zoey do? Gags on it and vomits. Duh, Mom.

We get home from the game, and someone is parked in front of thier garage. (They live in a townhome) Thier neighbor's door is open, and my Mom pokes her head in and was like, "Hey, dude, is this your car? Move it!" :-) She's funny. The guy came out & moved his car - my Mom & them parked and went inside while I smoked outside. The guy (Danny) and I stood outside talking - for like an HOUR. He finally said, "What are you doing tonight? We're all headed out to Roadhouse for some drinks, you wanna go?" I said SURE! So, he programmed my cell # in his cell and said that he'd call me when they were leaving. Did he fucking call? No. Ugh. That made me feel like utter shit. I mean, even if something had happened like, he accidently put the wrong number in his cell, he could have just knocked on our door. Oh well. I just went to bed.

Sunday, Zoey and I came home & chilled watching cartoons & cheesy 80's movies. I love cheesy 80's movies! Goonies, The Breakfast Club, 16 Candles, etc. . . . LOVE EM!

Yeah, so that's about it. I'm going to Lonestar Park Friday night with my Mom, Alfred and my Mom's office. She was like, "We have some really nice looking guys up here." --Mom, I'm not even divorced yet. Hello.