I Bitch Slapped the Gods and the Gods Won
So, everything was going great, right? I had my birthday this past Thursday, I got a slew of happy birthday emails/phone calls...I was definatly stunned by the amount of attention that I got. And everyone knows what an attention whore I am. Melissa came over and made me their special cake and brown sugar icing *drools* and also got me these sweet ass silver candles I've been eyeing at Pier One. Travis and Jess took me out to Fort Wayne and we saw "The Lake House" (FYI, freaking sweet movie) and then we ate at Logans, one of my fav places to eat out by the Jefferson Point Mall. And, to boot, the sex between Mike and I has been...FABulous. I've never been so eager to get home :). Lets just say that, after many months of begging like a Chinese 2 dollar whore, he's finially treating me like one *ahem*.
So, you have to ask yourself "but Casey, what's up with the title?" I tell you everything, sweet cakes. I was having such good luck, I stuck my tongue out at the gods and waved my fists and said "Hey, it's all going pretty sweet right now, screw you!" Well, they hauled off and bitched slapped me right across the face yesterday afternoon. Hard. I got home and I went to check my email and noticed that the internet was down. Fuck. So then Mike got home and wondered what happened with the pole outside of our house on our property. I looked out and the pole and the stop sign was destroyed and laid on our property, all shredded like. Needless to say, that was the pole for the phone and the cable (which, we don't have a land line...all the cool people are doing it). Double Fuck. I checked the TV, we're able to get the onscreen menu (wtf?) but no picture. Triple Fuck Me. Our neighbors Ron and Lisa told us that they were doing the volunteer ambulance that day and some moron fell asleep at the wheel (at noon?!?! IDIOT!) and nailed the pole and the sign, destroying it. We never did ask how the guy was doing (we don't pretend to care), but it boils down to this. No cable or internet until that damned pole gets put back up. Quad Fuck. And, here's the real kicker. Mike called this morning and, according to the town, DP&L owns the pole. He called DP&L and they say that the town owns it. So now it's gonna be this song and dance to see who puts up the damned pole. And *that*, my friends, is when the gods bitchslapped me. No no, they didn't do it right away, the fucked me up the ass 4 seperate times and then bitch slapped me. Now, mind you, I generally go for that sort of thing. But, when you do it *AND* take away my internet and TV, I have a serious problem with that. So, they better have the "It's His" game straightened out by tomorrow, or all hell will break loose and I will show them the true fury of a bitch's scorn.
So, in other news, my brother and sis-in-law went to Indy to have the IVF done. Hopefully it'll take this time around, I really want a nephew to spoil rotton!!!!!!!!! VUE!
Today was pretty crazy at work without Travis or Jane. But, I tell you what, I handled everything sweetly, I was pretty proud of myself on how I handled the huge workload and phone calls. Sweetness.
Melissa and I are getting pretty psyched about our Nashville, TN trip this coming Wednesday!
I made an appointment with Chris at Edward Jones about starting a Roth IRA on Thursday morning. I also setup a lunch date with Dian, my old boss. That should be fun to catch up for a wee bit. Also Wednesday I'm going to Pizza Hut with Lisa Ann and a couple of people to catch up as well. This week just seems pretty damned busy hehe.
Well, it's almost time to leave work...I would have typed this tonight...but, you know, the bitch slap still stings.
