You know, there are times when I just have to say to myself, “You and your big mouth.”
I made the mistake some time ago of telling Jessie’s mother where I get my hair done. Jess and I went up there last weekend to get our hair done, and wouldn’t you know it, she was there. She and a friend of hers were getting their nails done, and the whole time she ran her mouth about how nice the place was and how she needed to start coming there on a regular basis to get her hair done.
I know, I should know better … I was naive enough to believe that she wouldn’t be stupid enough to actually go somewhere she knows that I frequent! The young lady who does my hair quickly realized who she was when Jessie walked up and said, “Hi Mommy,” and raised her eyebrows at me with a surprised “WTF?” expression on her face.
A side note: pretty much all of the staff in this shop have heard me tell stories over the years about this woman. Once the girl doing her nails realized who she was, she grew quiet. A girl who’s normally very chatty and friendly quickly became very intent on trying to quickly finish this woman’s nails.
So, Jessie’s mother sat there and ranted on and on about how big of an Alabama fan she was and how big of an Auburn fan her “boyfriend” was (the boyfriend being a man she’s admitted to chasing for years who’s recently become single), and how she didn’t see how long the relationship will last because she’s “betraying her team”, and how she can see herself becoming an Auburn fan to “make it work” …
:rolleyes_wp: Oh give me a freakin’ break!
She then makes a snide comment about my husband and how he’s an FSU fan. Big woop. The woman was in there getting her nails painted orange. ORANGE!!!!
What kind of self-respecting Alabama fan gets her nails done ORANGE???
Oh Good Lord, help me. This is the same woman who lives paycheck to paycheck and stays maxed out on her credit card limits, and complains about not being able to pay the utilities — and apparently just recently QUIT HER JOB! I’m guessing she’s living off her 401K, as she is still unemployed and says she’s going to go to school to become a medical transcriptionist.
And Heaven help me, once someone asked her what she was going to do about money, she starts telling the woman all about the “new job” (that she hasn’t even gone to school for yet!) and how much it will pay and how happier she’ll be.
That’s it, I’m beating my head into the wall until I can’t hear her brainless dribble any longer! :wallbash_tb:
Well, long story shortened, she finally left forty-five minutes later. Once she was gone, the young lady doing my hair said, “OMG, I knew from you talking about her all this time that she was bad, but DAMN!”
LOL … yeah, she’ll make any sane person’s head explode.
Something that bothered me though, I saw a change in Jessie’s demeanor while her mother was in the shop. On the drive up there, Jessie was all bubbly and happy. That changed once she saw her mother. She became very withdrawn and said she wasn’t in a “chatty mood” when her stylist asked if she was OK. For years, my friends had often told me that I behaved the same way whenever my father was around. It was a bit unnerving to see that behavior in Jessie.
About a half hour after her mother left, Jessie finally started brightening up and returned to her cheery little self. Seeing that kind of change in her when she’s around her mother worries me — I fear she’ll grow up and turn out like me.
She deserves so much better.