I added a new theme: the dark seas! It's a layout created by Silent Rhapsody. I just made it into a wordpress theme. I think it's appropriate for this site and keeps with the dark theme of dealing with me. I'm excited to be using it! I'll probably add a few more soon! :D

I've been doing a lot of Indie shopping lately, so expect pictures to follow.

I've also been active in Trading Card Games again, so if you partake, why not see if I've got something you want!

A real blog entry to follow!

I'm so frustrated with my mom. She told me "all you've been doing lately is complaining." I beg to differ. Two days ago I complained because the air conditioning workers said that we would have air conditioning at least downstairs, but we didn't have air conditioning at all, so I was hot and bothered. When I said something to my mom about it...she acted like I was attacking her. Grrr! They used my bathroom instead of the guest bathroom and left the toilet seat up and I said..."they used my toilet and now it's dirty two days after I cleaned REALLY REALLY good and they left the toilet seat up." "Who cares?" She replied. "I do," I said. She would have too if they used hers...but they hadn't. I put her toilet seat up, so she could fall in. That was the end of my complaining with that...wow...one day of complaining about the air conditioning.

The new landscapers pulled up nearly all our grass to put in sprinklers (we have a large yard). I said simply that with no irritation. She got mad. I commented that they were putting big bushes in the middle of the yard when I stated that it would be nice if they didn't do anything like that so I could still play games in the backyard in the beginning they said they would only do small things...yet there they were, 20 stupid bushes...spikyesk bushes with stupid ugly purple flowers. (the guy is nice so I know he meant well, but...) I told mom it's going to be fun running through those bushes. She got mad again. This whole week has been spent with her defensive attitude. Now I have absolutely no desire what's so ever to speak her and it actually makes me want to cry.

Any time I've asked any sort of question this week, I've gotten a long drawn out answer that caused me to ask the questions a second time because she was acting as though she was/is a politician. At point, I got so fed up that any time she spoke I resorted to saying "whatever". I know it's not a good way to act towards someone, but I don't know what's gotten in to her this week, and I'm sick of it. I started telling her "I don't care," so she'd just leave me alone. When she responded poorly...I had had it. I told her she was a bitch. Usually, I say, "You're being a bitch..." But this time, "You're a bitch" came out of my mouth. She does things when I don't ask her to do them "for me" when she KNOWS how I react when she does that...I HATE it. She knows that. When I do ask her to do something (which I rarely do), she does it half ass. The thing about the things she does "for me" is that she is always really inconsiderate when she doe them. Like taking things upstairs "for me" when I told her I would do it and then putting it in the middle of the hallway, so when I get home and don't turn on the light as to not disturb her sleep, I get to trip over it.

Sometimes I just want to tell her that I'm actually quite intelligent and have thought of such myself as she rambles on and on about it. When I talk to someone, I don't want the person's advice unless I full on ask for it. After being at work ALL day...this is probably selfish, but I DON'T want to hear someone talk...unless I ask that person a question. If I'm talking, I NEED to talk...probably because I've barely done it all day. Stop! It's MY turn to talk. But NO...it's always her turn to talk.

I got so irritated and impatient that I told her that "I'm sure it'll make you happy to know I will no longer be giving you my opinion." "Good," she replied. "Don't bother giving me your opinion, I don't give a shit because I know you don't give a shit about mine," I continued.

I need at least an hour of quiet when I get home. Tonight, when she got home from her freaking easy day (yet she would say it was incredibly tiring), she sat down at the couch after our little argument to watch TV, and I finally said, "Please don't watch TV." Without telling her why because she would just say something rude. She reached for the remote anyway and I continued, "Fine. Be that way." I was about to blast loud music because if I was going to hear sound, I wasn't going to listen to the same old cleaning shows or Nascar. But I guess she read my mine because she changed hers.

Yay! I feel like such a dork for being so excited about being accepted to the quilting bee! If you're a quilting bee member...let's consider trading! :D Woo woo!