So this beeznatch stole my Dad's car. No, no, not some crazed out crack addict, from the 'hood, looking for her next score. His FRIEND. Or supposed friend at least.
Well, I am past the urge to go kick the living crap out of her, but I'm still pretty miffed. OK, more than miffed, but I am trying to be nice. (Stop laughing Jen)
I guess I don't have a lot to write about it because I am still going, "Wow. I can't freakin' believe it!"
All I do know is I am not yet able to feel bad for her(duh) and I really can't stop wishing Dad would have her thrown in the slammer. I'm done wishing her dead though...that was going no where and my conscience....couldn't take it.
I guess I should pray for her...uh....yeah...ok...not yet. But I will pray that my sister doesn't run into her. How's that? Better?
So if anyone followed a psycho blonde that was being escorted out of Miller Park on Sunday (yes...by security) and watched her throw a bunch of crap out the window and then leave my Dad on the side of the highway in HIS CAR-Let me know would ya? Dad would appreciate his car back...in one piece.....not burned to a crisp......Thanks
(OK I may get comments from my dear, sweet, very meek sister on this one. Those are sure to be way more hilarious than this post. One can only hope)
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UPDATE:
The car has finally been found. The thief still has the keys though. Go figure! I'll let you know when the Lynching is scheduled.
Hey Tina...wow, you have a blog, how cool is that, I am very impressed. Went back and read your previous posts, I so agree with the "listening" post...I struggle with the very same thing!!! We need a support group. And the hitchhiker post, I totally agree with you....sad times that you cannot feel safe offering someone help. I got a laugh out of the comment if he had showed up further ahead on the road, I totally agree...I would have felt that same way. LOL You crack me up and I am very excited that I can now read your blog and get some laughs!!! Wish I could have gotten up with you when you were here!!!
Miss ya!! Denise
Ok, ya. So this is the dear, sweet, very meek sister. Not exactly sure how funny I can be when I would really like to go beat the crap out of said "crazy beeznatch". Yes, car has been found, yet missing things and no keys. Hmmm, wonder who has them. Maybe she thinks if she calls dad and says, "oh, yeah, I have your keys, wanna meet for a beer?" it will all be ok. I also wish dad would have just thrown her in the slammer, would LOVE to be present for that, but hey, dad for some reason, is being nice. Like my sister..what the hell, who needs niceness when you get me thrown out of an awesome baseball game I was so enjoying, throw my shit out the window down 294 and then ditch my ass on the side of the road by stealing MY car while I try to collect my things (and my temper). I tell you what, dad impressed me, he showed remarkable restraint seeing as he didn't just open the door and toss her ass out goin 65 down 294. Hell, I would have.
As for being past the urge to kick the living crap out of her, well, I'm gettin there, just not yet. Took EVERYTHING I had not to take a stroll down to Waukegan and have a "chat". But I guess it was just my concsious (sp?) kicking in about not hitting Elderly and Handicap people. Cause lets face it, this biotch is clinically IN-freakin-SANE.
Ok, rampage over. HEHE, maybe I need to start this blog thing. Its no fun to ruin my sisters all the time. =P love ya sis!!
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