How Did I Get Here, And Where Is The Next Turn?

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Brought up Nov 20, 2012

Adventures with a Twenty Year Old, Her Friends...

I now understand why wild cats sometimes eat their young. After tonight, I can sympathize...

It started off as a fun afternoon. My girl brat gets a free turkey from her boss each Thanksgiving, and we give it to my mom as she always prepares the meal. It's a fair contribution since I don't cook. The brat, two of her co worker/friends/brats and I took the turkey over. I, of course, had to pee after dealing with my brat's driving. (For some reason, she finds it funny to hit those places in the road that make your stomach swoop up into your throat. She knows it affects me adversely, and giggles like a five year old. Go figure.)I barely had my jeans buttoned when I heard her. My brother, with whom my mom lives, has this very large Husky dog, Rocky, who doesn't care for strangers. My kid rarely goes over to my mom's, so she qualifies in his view. As she was showing her friends around, she went to pet Rocky, and he bit her. Through her jeans, he still scrapped the skin enough to draw a faint amount of blood. My brother will probably destroy the dog now, though I wish he wouldn't. My kid knew the rules and ignored them.

Anyway, turkey delivered, we returned here and swapped cars, as another brat from her work was joining us. Needless to say, we got a bit of a late start.

We went out for Chinese food, then to the last of the Twilight movies. During the meal, and the movie, these four were, well, I guess one would find them entertaining. After the meal, my nerves were a bit on edge. Oh, did I mention we had about an hour to kill before the movie? We went to one of the trendy stores. There were few people, but it was still crowded with merchandise. Shelves, displays, junk on every surface with prices on most way more than it's worth. Big discounts this week, however. I bought a pair of ear buds for my MP3, with cute little blue gummy bears on them. And then I got the hell out. I was on the verge of a panic attack. I know the signs well enough to head them off. I did, barely. By the time the four chattering girls came out, I was okay.

My brat proceeded to switch to her new wallet, and change into a new pair of sweat pants she had bought, in the car, with another car beside us with two boys in it. Her friends tactfully stood beside my car, blocking the window. My kid has no modesty what so ever.

The movie was good, but I am glad it is the last.

On night drives, after a very loud movie, I prefer quiet. Instead, there were four chattering females, with music I am not overly fond of blasting. My head is pounding, still.

I vow to never, ever do that, ever again. Never, ever.

The main reason I was stressed, how ever, had been the nice little package I received in the mail. I got my New Patient Packet from my C doctor. Now, I have to tackle that...

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wee woman » 5 years ago

Ok. Im pissed at the brat. Thought this was suppose to be mother daughter invite please stress you prefer alone time with her.....i fell like kicking her ass.