Liars, fakes, and bears! Oh my!

First things first. If there is one thing in this world that I hate the most, it's liars. I just HATE them. And second thing I hate is when you catch this person in their lies and they continue to lie, but you know they are doing it! I think some people start believing their lies and start to think they are true. These people are dangerous, and impossible to hold a conversation with. When this happens to me, I feel like they are insulting my intelligence. Belittling and disrespecting me. It's disgusting.
The Man and I have been together for 5 1/2 years! We have had our ups and downs like all relationships. But sadly he has turned into a compulsive liar. Yes, one of those horrible people I just mentioned a second ago. Maybe he always was one, I will never know. All I know is that he has lied so many times that it has come to the point where I believe nothing that exits his mouth. Is there any recovering from that? After the trust is gone completely? I have always been one to believe that without trust there is no relationship, no love.
I don't really blog, because well...no one give a shit about what I have to say and ... It's hard to get my emotions in writing even if I'm the only one reading it. 
I have been through hell in a past relationship, everything that could have went wrong did. It kills me that The Man, knowing this, has put me through a similar  feeling.
I am now a trapped stay at home mom, with 2 amazing kids, no car, no child care, with a compulsive liar who believes his lies! Isn't that fucking wonderful!? That ass hat made me sleep on the couch last night, and we have the shittiest  couch in the world! Fucker. Ok, that mini rants over! 
I think maybe if people would start punching people in the face for every lie, some of the lies might stop...or lots of people would be getting punched in the face because people are assholes. Either way.


Alright ladies and gentlemen, which is like a total of two people, that is all.
Punch liars, stay smart. Fuckers. Haha

Bing bang boom.

and BEARS! Oh my!!

The Nail Salon

So as some of you may have noticed from my last post, I don't get to relax very often. The Man works a lot and we only have one car. So its just me and the kids ALL the time. It may sound like a walk in the park but its a lot of work. 
The Man is off work on Sundays so he basically forced me to go get my nails done. I haven't actually gotten my nails done in almost two years! I used to always have them done, but we have been a little broke lately. When I say a little, I mean a lot. And when I say lately, I mean for the last 2 years!
For some reason, nothing is easy for me. Somehow I have the worst luck. I ended up having to drive from one salon to another before finding one that was open on a Sunday and had spa chairs(spa chairs are a MUST when getting toes done. There is no way I am putting my feet into a little plastic tub with bubbles! Why would anyone pay $18 for that!) I drove to 4 different place before coming home and going online to find one. I forgot to mention that our car has no ac, and no radio. I live in SoCal, it was over 100 degrees today!
Finally I arrive. Most of the time you go in and the woman are quiet, just trying to relax, they read or watch the tv that's in there. But of course the one time I go to get my nails done in the last two years there is a very large, very loud woman in there with..her husband...who apparently has a thing for blondes. 
So I don't know if any of you have been in the spa chairs that have the massaging option. This is not a relaxing option! Lets just say if I was topless in boobie tassels I wouldn't even have to move. This "massage" chair was basically beating my back.
Finally the spa treatment start going good, the massage chair stopped and I was just about to relax when the large, loud woman started moaning. She was having her legs and feet massaged and was moaning like she was having an orgasm. The entire time her husband stared at me with a very creepy look on his face, maybe it was just his face. Either way he was creepy! She even used phrases like "oh my God!" and "Oh yea, right there! Right there!" why didn't my manicurist ask me if I would like the happy ending option? How rude!
Finally return home to find the house is messier then when I left it and had to clean. That was my second attempt at a relaxing day, maybe I should stop trying! Well...at last my nails are pretty.

Apartment life in the almost ghetto.

We live in pretty nice sized apartment, that's pretty cheap. Since we live in So Cal that means we live in a shitty area. I mean it could be worse, I don't hear guns shots or see prostitutes. But there are always little want to be gang member kids running around tagging. What is the point of tagging really? I understand when they actually spend time on the artwork, that I can appreciate. But when the scribble their "gang name" on the wall or floor and you can't even read what it says, what's the point? 

Another issue about living in the ghetto is everyone is loud and rude. I had a neighbor take my laundry out of the washer and put it in the dryer without me knowing. I thought I got wet laundry jacked! My panties were in there! I do not like other people touching my panties unless I give them the ok. Just saying. My neighbors slam their door every time they leave the house. Nice people, but seriously, do they need to slam the door every time!?

Being a punker that moved to the ghetto sucks, you never hear anyone in this complex blasting some Adicts or any other band that I love. It's always rap. All I hear all day is about how they want to see that ass bounce, or jiggle, or whatever they say. 

Before I say this, I am not racist at all! But if I heard another person say the word "nigga" I might die. I have never found a need to insert one particular word into my conversation every other word. One night I counted how many times they said it. Within 15 minutes they say nigga over 50 times. I swear. What if through my entire conversation I had to add pop tart. "so I said to pop tart, I said, POPTART! You feel me my pop tart?! Pop." I think I might have to talk to My Man like this on the porch just to see if they notice. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my neighbors. We are friends. But we you live in an apartment and are able to hear basically everything from outside, things can get irritating.

At least I don't have to worry about if someone else will be wearing the same Misfits shirt I am that day.

Just another not so relaxing day

Just a little story for you. So I have been really busy lately and my body is starting to feel exhausted. Between walking 80 minutes a day in SoCal heat, doing daily P90X, and all of my "wife" duties at the house(aka cleaning, cooking, etc) My feet are developing blisters and my back has knots! So after a very long homework session for The Boy, long because The Girl had go potty at least 7 times and I was also trying to make and eat a salad. This might not seem like a lot of work, but for you Moms out there, you might understand! Did I mention I only got 2 hours of sleep the night before? Well, I barely slept because I had to go defend my beer pong champion belt the night before! Hey, I might be a mom but I can have fun sometimes...and pay for it the next day! I am undefeated in the championship by the way! Yea, I am awesome like that. No biggie.

After homework, The Boy dumps his shoes filled with sand on the floor just so he can sweep it while I was doing the dishes. That was exciting because I just cleaned the floors and I am still finding sand everywhere! Of course he would go to the only school in SoCal that still has a sandbox! Every other school has replaced sand with wood chips, which I also hate. Moving on!

So I decide to sit the kids down to watch a movie in their room and lock the bathroom doors for a bath. The five year old agreed to keep an eye on the two year old, it was going to be quick but I needed a soak. The second my ass hits the water...knock knock knock..."Mom I need to poop and The Girl pooped on the floor." Yeah...the life of a stay at home mom. Sometimes I wish I could leave to go to work!