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Monday, September 12, 2011

Damaged Goods and an Asshole at the store

I haven't blogged in a few days.  Seems to be the way this is playing out.  Sorry... I just can't see coming here just to complain about one thing or the other.

We are taking Priscilla in for her first Dr.'s check up today.  The other day I was bathing her and I found a burn mark on her tummy, it looks like from a cigar.  I was just furious!  How could people be so cruel?  She has the best disposition of any dog I have been around.  She loves everyone, plays great with kids of all sizes (although she is a little rough when she throws her 90 pound frame around, lol) she gets along with all dogs.  These people who had her had no reason to mistreat her other than just being evil.

Tomorrow I also start Weight Watchers again.  I have put on 10 pounds since May and that is not O.K. with me.  So, it's back to the healthy eating.  I am hoping I can get back on my trampoline and back to Curves.  Honestly my hands and feet have hurt so much Vicodin isn't even taking away the pain and I won't take anything stronger.. I hate the dopey feeling.

We have forest fires still burning and by afternoon I am pretty much housebound which I hate.

Yesterday I ventured out to the grocery store and when I got to the check out line I ran into a punk that had me in tears.
He was behind me and when it was my turn to start putting my things on the belt he pushed past me, looking back at the kid behind me and said... "she is damaged goods anyway what can she do?"  The check out guy didn't hear him and I am sure he wondered what my tears were for.  I hurried to the parking lot to find this asshole and give him a piece of my mind, but I couldn't find him.  Then I got pissed at myself for letting someone like that make me cry.
It was the first time someone had come right out with the worst of the worst insults to my face.
I tried to push it off, stand up straight and show the world I am not damaged... but actually my shoulders felt heavy, my head hung a little lower and I felt damaged.

How can people be like that?!  I know there are all kinds of people out there... most of them never speak their mind.

Well, I am off to get myself and Priscilla ready for our appointment.  More later.
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