3cubed

Monday, November 15, 2004

 
Movie quote of the day:
Maggie: [to Dex] But you've never been happy with any women you've dated.
Dex: Well, that's Male Insanity Syndrome. Ya know, that is just you're with a woman and no matter how cool she is, you're always thinking "Maybe I could do a little better or I could trade up somehow."
Syd: "Trade up?"
--The Tao of Steve

Song of the day:
Faded Flowers by Shriekback

Bungdogs rule!

In regards to Eric & Z's comments that I should get new brakes, well...yeah. It's not really that bad though, like not dangerous or anything. I don't think. It's not scraping or sqeaking so it's not as simple as new pads. My car just vibrates really bad when I stop. My dad thinks I need new calipers or something. Which I can't afford right now. Which also brings me to my rant of the day.

Bobby called me on Friday and said that he would give me the money he made this weekend to get my brakes fixed. So I said that would be great and suggested he pay it through the child support depository so he would get credit for it because he's so far behind. So far I've gotten 3 child support checks in the amounts of $20, $12, and $7. They are so small because he waits tables so most of his money is in tips and they can't garnish that. His actual checks are enough to pay child support on his other child and I just get whatever is left over. Yeah I know, it totally sucks. So I called him today to see if he did or was going to do that and he said no he had to give that money to Leah (his other baby's momma) so that she could get her car fixed. I was like what the hell?! And he said that her car wasn't running at all so he had to give the money to her instead. GRRRR!!!! I of course went off on him saying that not only does Leah get child support and I get little more than none, but that she has a job and I don't, she has a live-in-boyfriend who pays half the bills, his mother pays for Taylor's school, no one helps me with Maggie's daycare, his mother pays for Taylor's extra curricular activities like football, guitar lessons, saxaphone lessons, and she has never offered to help with Maggie's dance or gymnastics. Ok I'm being a whiner, but it just really pisses me off. I'm sick of my child coming second just because she was born second. And it's not that his mother doesn't love Maggie or not like me or anything. I know she does, she always invites me for holidays but not Leah. When I've asked Bobby why she helps so much with Taylor and not Maggie he says it's because Leah asks her for the money and that I should too. But I'm just not going to do that. I think I ended up calling him an asshole and hanging up on him. Then I realized he was probably lying anyway and spent the money on drugs, which still warrants me calling him an asshole.

After my morning class, as I was walking through the parking lot to my car, I passed a car that had written in white shoe-polish on their back window "Honk if you love [heart] bungdogs!" Now I have no earthly idea what a bungdog is but it struck me as extremely funny. And the more I thought about it, the funnier I thought it was, so there I was pondering the meaning of bungdog and giggling to myself about it, when I realized people were giving me odd looks. I must have looked like a lunatic.

I was such a slacker today. I usually come home for lunch after my morning class and then take a nap before my 3:00 class. But when my alarm went off, sleeping Tina argued to rational Tina that she was so tired that if she went to class she would probably just fall asleep during lecture anyway so she might as well stay home and sleep for the rest of the afternoon. So that is what I did. Sleeping Tina can be very convincing.

My sister called me today while I was on my way home from picking up Maggie, laughing as usual. I swear everytime I see "Chrissy" on the caller ID, I answer the phone to laughter on the other end. This time she was laughing because the bumper sticker on the car in front of her said "Free Martha". I then told her about "bungdog" and she didn't know what it meant either. Then Z was calling on my other line and I was the one answering laughing. I told him why and he didn't know what bungdog meant either. Will the mystery ever be solved?

When I got up this morning I discovered that last night Maggie had wrapped one of her baby dolls up in a blanket and put it in a basket by the door. It had a note on top written by her. The only actual words on it were "Maggie" and "baby" then there were other random letters and numbers. When I asked her what the note said, she told me "Dear orphange, please take care of my baby. She is a whiny brat. Thank you, Maggie."

Tina 10:28 PM