Why are families so annoying???

How is it that your family seems to know how to push all of your buttons?  I used to enjoy talking on the phone until my Dad ruined it for me.  Now when my phone rings it causes my blood pressure to go through the roof.  I know this seems a little over-dramatic, but let me explain.  My Dad has been retired for at least 10 years now.  He also lives in a tiny town, and hates travelling.  So it is fair to say that he is pretty bored a lot of the time.  So, he likes to call me.  But he won't ever leave a message.  He will just call, and not leave a message.  Then he will call again, and again, and again.  Clearly he has forgotten the concept of having a job.  The fact that I am unable to have a leisurly chat about the weather, the neighbors, the guy who's dog is shitting in his yard...etc, is beyond him.  Okay so here is how it typically goes.  My Dad will decide he has something that I urgently need to know.  He will start calling me.  My phone on my desk starts vibrating.  I look at it to see who is calling, and see that it is my dad.  I am working, so trying to use my time wisely (which from earlier blogs you can see is already something that I struggle with) I decide it's not a great time, and I will call him back after work.  He starts repeatedly calling me.  I know, it sounds annoying right?????well....I am just getting started.  So the amount of time between each call starts to decrease, and then, in an attempt to "trick" me, he will have my 10 year old sister start to call me from her cell phone.  So now I am recieving multiple calls from my dad, and my younger sister.  As if this is not enough to make anyone throw thier cell phone out of the nearest window, he will then call my fiance, resulting in me recieving an innocent text message from my fiance saying something to the effect of : "Can you please call your Dad, he is having a hard time getting a hold of you".  Which naturally causes me to flip out and send a ranting text message back, I will kill the messenger.  Next I will get a text message from my mom, with a similar message.  My parents are divorced.  Somewhere along the line, he was able to get find my work number, so now in addition to all of this, he also calls my office repeatedly, and ask co-workers to relay a message for me to call him.  What might you ask could be so important that it would warrant all of these phone calls.  Today....it was to tell me that he walked to the post office and mailed my brother a letter.  I wish I was joking....but I'm not.

Mondays....goddammit test tube bay-bay

I'm not really sure what my problem is or why I can't apply myself, but Mondays are really hard for me.  I can't even focus on blogging let alone work on Mondays.  I was pretty loser-ish and went to bed at 8:30 like a senior citizen yesterday, so I really have no excuse.  What would I be doing if I weren't at work right now.  I mean I should be happy that I have a successful company and I should be spending my time trying to rake in more money right now but I'm staring at the rain, and finding different ways to screw off on the internet.  And the really messed up part is that I am still bored.  I'm bored of everything that I have been doing on the internet, so if I am going to be bored anyways, the logical explanation would be that I should just do my work to make the rest of the week easier on myself, and to be being productive to make myself more money.  But NOPE.  Tuesday - Friday, cake, I have the focus of a ninja on adderall. Whatever.  I think it's because I am growing out my eyebrows right now and it is just throwing me off.  

Clearly...I'm a loser

I would like to congratulate myself on being a super loser.  I sent a text message to a friend to see what they were doing tonight, and then got a reply that said they were busy why?  So then I replied that I was gonna ask about the game but never mind because they were busy.  My next message is "to go to the game or just watch it".  Hey dude, what happened to being busy, did your make believe schedule start to clear when I had something awesome, I'll take someone with me who actually wants to hang with me, except for the small fact that clearly....I suck.  Oh well, at least I know other people who must suck as bad or worse than me and want to hang out.  

Seriously...do you want to step to this.....chica chica...ya

I am feeling a little rowdy this morning.  I was blasting some Sir Mix Alot, rapping the lyrics getting all up in my boyfriends face (I'm a straight up G), and then I followed that up with me walking towards him with my arms out saying "step, step to this, thug life baby" followed by me ramming my chest into him, and then saying "what".  Followed by him saying "what is wrong with you".  Then I looked out the window and noticed my neighbors were staring at me.  Not just any neighbors, the snotty neighbors who always look perfect and give off that whole "I'm better than you" vibe.  The ones who let their dog crap everywhere and don't pick up after it.   By the way, the only thing they do aside from letting the dog crap and not picking up after it, is work out.  So I'm pretty sure they don't share Sir Mix Alot's sentiment or enthusiasm for big butts.