More of the Same

As I sit here, Ketchup is chugging bottled water (our emergency stash instead of drinking the free filtered stuff we got) and working through his third hour playing video games (luckily I was napping through most of it.) I'm debating going back in my room because it's less then entertaining to watch him play.

After over a week and a half, our Guitar Hero 3 finally came. You'd think I would be happy about it. Not only did it take them four days after I bought it to send it out standard instead of expedited as I paid for, when it finally arrived in ripped paper packaging, the box contained the guitar but not the game. This makes it much harder to play as you may be aware. I sent them a message, let's see what happens.

I've been avoiding MySpace the past few days. Li'l Mama sent me a comment asking me our last name, and then another comment later saying "what's the deal?" because I didn't respond to the first one. For one, I didn't realize the world would end for me not having responded in a timely matter to her inane question, I had barely noticed the first one before the second one appeared. Second, I am pretty sure the only reason she needs my last name is because she apparently she can't walk the fifteen feet from her door to my door to hand us an invitation to her kid's first birthday, she needs to waste the stamp and mail it. Okay, a couple things about that. First birthday's are for the parents, not the kid, so I really don't have much interest in appeasing her or the need to go out and find a gift she would deem acceptable for her daughter. Also, I have the feeling we are eventually going to have to enlighten Li'l Mama to the fact that no, we really aren't friends anymore, she essentially ruined that for all of us a long time ago so her attempts at niceties are rarely met with anything but a wary and distrustful sigh. Not even a thank you from her the other day when the hubby had to fix her power. I have no interest in being her friend only when convenient to her.

I finally remembered to take the camera down to the bar on Monday. I posted a bunch of pictures on my other blog, so enjoy that dear doppelganger. No one has visited my new blog since last week, so sad as my effort goes to waste. Oh well, maybe some day someone will gain an enough of an interest to browse my eventually ignored archives.

Hey look, Ketchup just started his fourth hour of video games. His double standard is starting to get to me. He'll play forever, not caring how irritated or indisposed I am, but as soon as the hubby walks in, he'll turn off the XBox. Same thing with weed. I'll come out into the living room in the morning and he will sit and smoke a bowl to himself as I sit there. The hubby gets up and suddenly he'll pass the pipe. The worst part is I don't think he realizes he is doing it so how do you call him on it? Ugh. I can't wait to have a room to shove him into. Also, it would be nice if someone enlightened me to his work schedule. Everyone (him and the hubby) seem to think it doesn't matter to me anymore or something, because now I don't seem to find out until the day before what is actually happening. I didn't find out until this morning that Ketchup didn't work tonight. My little dependable half hours of freedom are dwindling due to a constantly changing schedule and not only I am the only one it seems to make a difference to, I am the only one being kept out of the loop about it. Nice, huh?

I'm going back in my room. It's slightly less irritating.