Ugh!

First of all, Happy Monday! Normally, I am happy to see Monday roll around, but today, I have a lot to do and won't be around much (which means I miss playing here, with you guys). :(

Let's start with Saturday. I made plans with a friend, who happens to be the girl my brother is currently breaking up with. We let the kids swim for a while, then we decided that just her and I would go to dinner. We chose a local, little Pub, which apparently was "their" place. She was emotional after one beer. I drank three rum and cokes, and was pretty much just sitting there, listening to her cry about him. After a while a live band came in, and we couldn't hear each other at all, so that was nice. ;-)

Yesterday (Sunday) was a weird day. I went to church for the first time in a while, and wasn't impressed with the message I received. Yes, I know it comes from the bible, but the delivery was offensive, and I sat there thinking maybe I was so far gone (from Christianity) that it wasn't for me anymore. I was really frustrated, and when it was over, I was in the parking lot with my brother, and I said, "I'm really upset about the way that guy was talking..." and before I could finish, he said, "oh, I know. Dad and I were already discussing it, everyone is pissed." So, I was actually relieved that it wasn't just me, and that everyone was upset. Anyhow, that was the morning drama (and sorry, but I don't want to elaborate on any of that).

As I left there, my brother's ex-GF called me, to discuss why he won't call her back, and what he's doing, and how he's feeling, and...blah blah blah. It was awkward, and frustrating, and I really don't want to be in the middle of it. Then my family headed to lunch, which was fine, and kinda fun as we got to sit around and sorta laugh at how ridiculous the morning had gone. I went from lunch, to the tiny Cancer Society Shop right down the way from the restaurant, with my mom. Everyone else left, and I figured we wouldn't be there too long (what was I thinking?) because it's a small place, and we were both wearing high heels, so I thought we wouldn't want to stay long. Anyways, I forgot how she is. *dumbass* After three hours in what cannot be larger than a 500 square foot shop, we left. As I got to my house, my kids ran out saying my dad was taking them for ice cream. Fine. Off they go. (yay!)

But then, (more drama ensues) my mother calls me from her house, saying that my (other, younger) brother and his pregnant girlfriend are there, swimming. No biggie...until, I find out their Pitbull was there also. My dad had just gotten there with my kids, and my niece and nephew (with my older brother) and was going to let the kids swim. Well, not sure if I had mentioned this already in my blog, but my YB (youngerB) has two Pits, and the male killed one of the family cats last week. It had known (been around) this cat for years, and the cat wasn't even afraid of him, so I have no idea why it did this. I had already been leery of the dogs, but we don't hang out with YB, so I never really made hard rules about it.

After the cat killing incident, I decided that that was it, the kids were restricted from being around the dogs. My YB is not the nicest guy, and I know he's kicked his Pit, as discipline before (he's an asshole) so I can't rely on the "maybe the owners are responsible" thing. And anyways, how many owners have said "Gee, he was always so gentle, I never would have thought my nice dog would maul that little child to death..." So today, when I realized the dog was there, DH and I decided to get the kids and bring them home. Well, of course my dad calls me and says "what's going on?" and I proceed to tell him that I just wasn't comfortable with the situation...and he interrupts me and says, "don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?" I got totally pissed, because I didn't want my decision to be questioned, and I didn't want to argue about it, so I snapped, and said I didn't care if it pissed him off, but I wasn't going to take a chance with my kids lives...etc.. We hung up, very awkwardly. Anyways, the kids came home and were very bummed (of course) and I explained to them, the best I could, that I was just trying to protect them. Later, my YB found out why my kids left, and made some smartass remarks about how "we were being stupid, and he would never bring the dog if it were dangerous", and all that crap. Whatever. *rolls eyes*

So, does anyone out here have Pitbull experience? My guess is that the far majority of them are safe, and good pets. My only inarguable complaint is that they don't bite like other dogs. They are deadlier. So, that was my drama for the day. More than I cared for, really. And look! As a result, I have this long, completely rambly post. *sigh* Shall I go out and create some smut to blog about? *grin*