hypercritical, I am

Today was one of those days I wonder why I even went out of the house. Certainly not by choice, but necessity. Unfortunately. I’ll admit it, I’m premenstral.  Its the week or so before. Once the bleeding commences I’m right as rain. Today I am hypercritical and everyone, everything is a blaring eyesore, and of course everyone is just plain stupid. Oh and no one in this town can drive worth a damn.  I’m telling you let.me.give.out.traffic.violation.citations. 

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I went to my son’s 9th grade counselor for an application for a tutoring grant.  The school sent home the information about it–just go to school & get said application.  These fucking rocket scientists look at me like *whaaaaaaaaaat* Oh I’m not sure where to get that form? Like they didnt send the information in the first place.  I, in the frame of mind I am in today ask "What EXACTLY do you know?" blah blah blah I just went off while they stood there looking like they wanted to give me detention or something. 

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So, husband I went out to dinner Saturday with Tara and Shannon.  Yes, Tara and Shannon.  The fabulous love couple. A few weeks ago she moved back in with the alleged stalker/former lover.  You’ve probaly gathered there is more to the story than meets they eye and you would be correct.  Apparenly, Tara–uncertain of exactly how she feels about Shannon–has been glossing things over with me and a few other signifigant people in her life.  Bottom line: sexually confused. Several serious conversations later Tara comes somewhat clean about her feelings, for Shannon, to me.  Basically I called her on a bunch of shit I knew was iffy and told her I cannot be a truly effective and supportive parent if you dont tell me the truth.  Even if the personal truths are muddled and confusing. Don’t lead me to believe things that about someone that are not true, the expect me to forget them? Then want me to turn around and be supportive amnesia-like mom.  I realize there are certain things I’m not going to be privy to, nor do I want to be privy to, just give me a direction to move in as far as supporting you goes. So we are square for now, a lot more in snyc, we’ll see how it goes.

Dinner, yes, we went to dinner. LuLu’s Noodles on Forbes avenue, Oakland. Yummy, yummy food. Fun, energenic college crowd, culturally diverse.  The kind of energy I love.  We made a side stop to see husbands mother who abandoned him at birth birth mother who was in town for a few days, visiting her real children.  Mark, you know he’s just the skeleton that came out of the closet. I can’t  won’t will not get started on about her. I made nice, then it was time to go.  And go we did. Over to the Matrix for 50¢ drinks, found one bartender who gave us cosmos for that price even though he wasnt supposed to. Quickly buzzed, I was.  The bar is one of those ones with 4 or 5 different rooms, hense the matrix, and by far the most comical, damn I wish I had a camera, was the 80’s room.  People were screaming and contorting out of control.  I laughed my ass off…