Only Child Syndrome

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The fact is this...I am a LATE thirty-something, an only child with one living parent and I hate, by the way, being an only child.

I am a drama queen and I know it, and I love it and I won't change it!

I am finally in a career that I love and I finally found someone special, just for me and my dramatic nature!

I am a horse lover. I love and ride Appaloosa horses.

I am and artsy-farts and love all aspects of the Arts and Culture. I am an Independent Stylist for Stella & Dot and love the jewels.

I have a dog who is my four legged baby, her name is Effie and I have another three legged baby and her name is Daisy.

Monday, May 31, 2010

Speaking of small town...

I actually had this weekend off!! Can you believe it? I had so much to do. I had laudry to wash, floors to sweep and mop. Bedding to be changed, beds to be made, cooking to do, a dog to be brushed, vacuuming, and a Jockey party to attend on the Sunday...which I WAS looking forward to. PLUS, my mom, aunt, cousin and her three kids are coming tomorrow.

Saturday rolled around and the morning was good with getting a few things done, that afternoon there was a slight, but fun change of plans. Kiddo came over and we watched a movie together until her grandparents came back to pick her up. When they showed up, we then went out for supper. The evening I spent watching Letters from Iwo Jima....ho hum! It was nice!

Sunday morning rolled around and because I didn't get a few things done from Saturday, that had to be done, with the intensions that if I got all I needed to do in the house done, I would go to the Jockey Party. The phone rings at 9:30 and its the hostess of the said party, Darlene. Now, I only met this woman one other time and it was for a brief 15 minutes...which was at the last home party that I attended.

The woman asked me if I ws coming to the party...hmmm, ok a check up call, ok, when I told her that I would not be able to make it, she flipped like a switch. What the Hell??

She was rude, interrogating and guilt tripping me....excuse me, if you thought that I was going to attend, you are sadly mistaken...I am not...NOW!

Why can't no, just be no? Why at 39, do I still have to explain to someone, and someone whom I do not know well at all, that I am not attending a function? If you said no to me, then that would be good enough, but to a stranger? Then she told me that her daughter would be right there to pick me up....ummmm....NO. Iwas stunned. I stuttered and stammered, not knowing what to say...

Small town mentallty, I don't know. You don't want my money, fine. You don't need it. The last home party I went to in Veg with the "wives", I was also interrogated, I can see where they women would be interested in my background, but then to start in on Buster's ex wife and him, well, I just ignored them, bought nothing and got outta there! I am guessing because they are unhappy in their home life, don't get out much but to their home parties, and have never left a town of 5800, they can't see the beyond.

All I know is, is that I have been stung twice now by this group and I don't feel like sticking around for more. I will go their family get togethers with Buster and Kiddo, but as a one on one "wives" basis, this chickie, has had enough.

Kinda scary.

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