Incoherent Ramblings of a Crazy Bitch

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I don’t need no stinking purse. — December 23, 2014

I don’t need no stinking purse.

As most of my friends know, I detest carrying a purse. Always have. Lugging those things around filled with crap we will probably never use. But just in case we need it, a band aid, aspirin, tampon, pen, paper, lip gloss, candy for the crying kids, extra keys, and God knows what else. Trust me purses are a pain in the ass. For many years I refused to carry one. Lip-gloss in my front pocket, money in my right, drivers license in my back pocket. This hot babe was all set. Well then I started carrying a credit card, then two, then a library card. Finally I decided to start carrying a wallet.

It wasn’t a big leather one attached to a chain but a cute little one with a flower. But a wallet never the less. I carried that sucker around in my back pocket and still strutted like a hot babe. Of course men never asked me out. Huh, I never knew why. One weekend Dawn and I went to Kings Island and she started calling me butch. Would I give up my wallet? Hell no! Kris started telling me I looked like I was gay. I didn’t care, I love gay people! Everyone knew I was straight; I’m a hot babe on the prowl!

Well one night Kathi and I went to the casino. We stayed over night because I had a free hotel room. So we went to the casino and gambled. I like to play poker so while Kathi played slots I sat at the tables all night. The next morning I hit the tables again. I’m pulling out my wallet and throwing money on the tables. Kathi comes over and tells me we have to go. So I call the pit boss over and ask him if he can push our room check out for another hour. Considering how much I lost, you bet they did. So Kathi goes off to play the slots again. After a bit she comes back and she’s starting to get louder “Erica! We are leaving now, come on!” I kept saying just a bit more. So she left again.

It wasn’t until the dealer asked me where my girlfriend went that it dawned on me, huh, they think I’m gay. Damn, that must make me the guy. I was the one with the wallet and the foot stamping girlfriend after all. So a bit after that I gave up my wallet and started carrying a purse. Now I have that stupid thing crammed with crap. Might even have to get a bigger size. Damn I miss my wallet. Then again once the wallet was gone and purse on my arm guys did start asking me out HAHAHAHAHA

LOOK A SNOW ANGEL! — December 22, 2014

LOOK A SNOW ANGEL!

A few winters ago we were getting lots of snow and ice. One day it was really icy out so I decided I better start my car and let it heat up before I left for work. Well I get out of the shower and figure I’ll go out then so it’s warming up while I finished getting dressed. I throw on my fluffy pink robe and my black clunky boots and run outside. As soon as my foot hits my icy concrete front steps WOOOSH my legs fly right out from under me and not only do I land on my back I kind of slide down a few steps too.

So there I’m laying arms and legs spread out wide and I realize my robe is wide open. I’m almost as naked as the day I was born, at least my feet and arms were covered. But I was too stunned to move. I live on the corner of a fairly busy street and just remember this is in the morning so people are going to work. I didn’t hear any cars though, so maybe I got lucky. Since I hit my back I couldn’t move for a few seconds. After waiting a moment (felt like forever) and lying in the freezing cold, I could finally move. I slowly closed my robe, sat up and when I finally felt my legs could hold me, I stood up.

Then I had to find my damn keys that had flown out of my hand. I sheepishly looked around and thanked the good Lord I didn’t think anyone saw me. At least I hoped they didn’t! I realized even if they had they probably weren’t going to come to my aid. I ended up with a huge bruise on my arm and my butt along with some road rash. And let me tell you I’ll never run outside in just a robe again. Ok I lied, I already have HAHAHAHAHA

I Think I’m Pregnant — December 10, 2014

I Think I’m Pregnant

I had been dating this guy who was a complete ass. The entire time we were dating he would do things to try to piss me off, like tell me shit just to get a reaction. I’m so gullible I’d believed him at first. I didn’t realize he didn’t have his nipples pierced till I saw him naked. And I would have sworn he had a stripper pole till I saw his bedroom. He would do this shit all the time! Not only that but he was constantly talking about other women he had sex with, even going so far as to point them out if we should see them (we live in a very small town).

So after awhile I got this little plan in my mind. My friend Dawn was pregnant so I had her pee on a pregnancy test for me. Yes ladies and gentlemen a positive pregnancy test. I put the test back in the box and even went so far as to glue the box shut. So this guy came over, and I was telling him I’ve gained about 5 pounds and I wasn’t feeling good. I’ve had a couple of kids, so I knew what to say, tender breasts, swollen feet, nausea. Oh ya. Well that night I was taking my vitamins and he asked what I was taking and I said “Well I have to be careful what I take because, well, cuz well I don’t know.” He asked me “Are you pregnant?” With tears in my eyes I replied, “I don’t know, I doubt it.” So now he’s really wondering, “Have you been feeling ok?” “Not really”, I say.  At this point I’m starting to laugh so I go and sit down and won’t look at him because I know if I do I won’t be able to keep a straight face. He keeps asking me “You think you’re pregnant?” So I go and grab the pregnancy test and hand him the box.

Now remember I had glued it shut so it looked like a new test. You should have seen his face it was great. I told him I was going to go take the test right then. My older son was in the bathroom getting out of the shower so I grabbed the box, opened it and took the test out, laid the box on my bookshelf and went in the bathroom. I told my son what I was doing and told him to go ask this guy what two lines on a pregnancy test meant. And the kid was perfect. I mean he’s such an actor. I hear him ask and this guy saying “What are you talking about?!?!” Then my son says all excited, “I’m going to have a little brother or sister!” I’m dying laughing in the bathroom. I mean I’m laughing to hard I can barely stand.

I go out and grab the box that shows on the back what two lines mean. I’m shaking, I have tears in my eyes and just have the look of fear on my face. The guy grabs the box from me goes into the bathroom and just keeps looking at the test and the box, pregnancy test, box, pregnancy test box. Just keeps looking back and forth, back and forth. I’m sitting on the floor outside the bathroom laughing so hard I bout peed my self. He comes out and at first thinks I’m crying. Then I tell him it’s a joke, Dawn peed on it. He calls me an asshole and calls Dawn. Then Dawn tells him she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. So he’s all worried, “This was a joke right?” it was great. I’m telling you I’m still laughing about that. I pointed out to him all the times he was “joking” with me. Haha mother fucker.

Before you feel any sympathy for him or think I’m a major bitch let me say something. This guy constantly farted on me, pointed out every woman he either had his dick in or wanted to put it in and was just plain an ass. Besides, don’t fuck with me because I’m one of the best and I will get you back, only better hahaha