I am not the post office

Okay, so it's been awhile, as everyone has informed me. I'd like to pretend that I was actually busy or full of exciting news. Mostly, I've been movie watching and fishing. Oh, and Mom and Tim came to visit.

I think actually if I can place when my life fell off the organized perch I pretended to live on was in the middle of June, when I had a few bad weeks at work and some bad news (in the form of bills). Since then it's been just a vain attempt to keep my little world afloat. I know, I know the world's smallest violin is playing for me.

So, let's jump past those two weeks to the 4th of July. That was nice. I held a barbeque here. The co-workers came. Pete cooked on the grill. I made jell-o shots. Cindy brought homegrown beef. Stefanie brought the flag cake. Aarhus, the accessories. And most importantly, Travis brought the beer. The fireworks were nice, but nothing compares to STL.

The next week involved mostly cleaning to prepare for Mom and Tim. I watched some all right Netflix movies but nothing exciting.

As for something nice to do for Mom and Tim after spoiling me for a weekend, the best I can come up with is a column thanking them. It's been almost four days since they left and I haven't had much time to think about it, nor do I have any idea what to say. So, they came in Thursday night and we snacked and drank wine and debated how I would raise any children I might one day have. (Don't ask how we got on that topic.) On Friday, I took them to the bbq place and then later Ralphy's. While I was at work, they bought me stuff from Wal-Mart, cleaned my house and slept in. I also gave them a tour of the press. I think they enjoyed it, but it mostly showed how ignorant I am of what actually happens after I put my story in the local queue. Then, we went to the Dakota Lodge and they met most of co-workers. I don't know what they thought, but my friends liked them. And mom learned about cattle. (Someday, she wants to be a rancher.) Saturday, we ended up being pretty lazy. Again, there was more cleaning and watching of VH-1. I also got free groceries, and a dinner in Amidon. I liked it, but I don't know it was worth the hour-long ride. We went to bed early because Sunday morning we woke up at 5:30 for a horse ride in Medora. My ass hurt, and that's all I got. Okay, it was pretty awesome but my ass hurt, and then we went shopping and I got ice cream. I basically lived like a spoiled five-year-old princess. Anyway, if I ever get around to the column, I might actually be able to sum up better how nice it was to see them and how much I think they liked seeing that I'm doing mostly all right out here.

Anyway, my subject "I am not the post office" refers to the fact that instead of being passive agressive, for just about the first tim in my life I was outright aggressive or at least somewhat confrontational. A guy came in suggesting that I didn't mail his photos back to him, and he was actually accusing me of blatantly ignoring his request. So, when he asked why he hadn't gotten the photos I allegedly mailed, I said, "I don't know, sir. I am not the post office." This week has only gotten better from there when another woman has now accused me of remembering wrong, which is absolutely not true. I need to get a tougher skin. I have basically been a bitch all week because my week has not gone according to my plans and people keep griping. Goodness, I'm even more of a brat than I thought.

With that, I'll have my cake and eat it too, by watching The Daily Show and eating ice cream and drinking gin and updating my Netflix queue and calling Pookie. So, take that all of you. It's good to be back.