Curiosity got the best of me and I ended up calling the friend back.  Wouldn’t you know it, before I even got to say hello she was launching into what mess her life is.  She told me about a car accident that she got into, she went on about how bad her cramps were this month and about how she has managed to go through yet another job.  Of course she never asked how I was feeling or doing or about how my husbands new job was going.  As a matter of fact she never even mentioned me.  She put me on hold 3 times, and when she put me on hold the third time I got annoyed and hung up.  She then called me back and proceeded to attempt to tear me a new one for hanging up, because her phone plan has free incoming but she has to pay for outgoing and why would I hang up when I know this.  Well, I hung up because I basically have the same plan and she had already put me on hold two other times for about 2-3 minutes each time.  I was fed up, pissed off and I really didn’t feel like talking about her anymore and her dysfunctional life.  When she started to sense that the end of the conversation was imminent, she finally laid it on me.  She needed money, do I have any she could borrow?  The answer was most likely the most resounding no that I have ever stated in my entire life of saying no.  She was so shocked (I think) that she hung up on me and I haven’t heard from her since. 

This was on Thursday for the record.  If this friendship is over then I’m not really sure on who’s terms they ended on, but if I’m right and it’s over then at least I can say that I’m done.  I know it’s immature, but caller ID was developed for this reason I think. 

I finally gave up on Stephen King for now.  I have way too many books and I feel like reading things that I know I can get through quickly.  So, I’m bringing on the Chick Lit (Emily Giffin’s new book and Jennifer Weiner’s new book).  I enjoy them and I know I won’t be able to put them down so I should cruise through those quickly enough.

I did pick up a fun little book though called I before E except after C.  It’s basically all about mnemonic devices.  I actually started reading that one today.  So far I’m enjoying it because who couldn’t use a little help remembering stuff?  

My husband is no longer working for the bank.  Now he is working for Diebold.  Basically he will be the guy who is standing outside or wherever trying and hopefully succeeding in fixing the ATM’s.  He felt the need to start a new job because the bank he was working for basically told him that he would never be promoted unless someone quit or died.  There is nothing encouraging about that kind of environment and quite frankly he was getting bored at the bank job.  He was doing the same thing day in and day out, and it was not working with his hands like he enjoys doing. 

I find it a little scary that he will be responsible for fixing a machine that dispenses cash and not because of the money part.  He’s dealt with greater sums of money than what is available in an ATM at any given moment.  No, what bothers me is that when something goes wrong with the computers at home, he freezes and I’m the one who has to fix them.  If it’s technological, it’s my job to fix them around here.  And he’s going to be responsible for fixing an ATM?

 And on another bright note:  my other girlfriend (the stable married one) is pregnant and expecting their second child in October.  I’ve known about this for quite some time now but seeing as how it isn’t me that’s knocked up I have neglected to mention it. 

On Mother’s Day I had sent her a text message to wish her a happy Mother’s Day because, well because I like her.  She had asked me where I was when I was sending the message and I really thought nothing of it.  I told her I was over at my mom’s and we continued to send messages for another couple minutes.  Finally I told her to go enjoy her Mother’s Day and 10 minutes later my mom’s doorbell rang. 

It was my girlfriend who had come over, because according to her it had to be done on Mother’s Day, to ask me if I would be the second child’s Godmother.  Of course I said yes!  It was actually a little funny (to me at least) the way she phrased it.  She said  “I know that you aren’t really religious (kind of true) but would you be the baby’s Godmother?”  Seriously, who can resist that?  So of course for the rest of the day/night I was walking around saying random quotes from the Godfather movies and doing my best female Marlon Brando impersonation.