My Interesting Weekend

Okay... first I thought seriously about posting this as I don't really like to post anything that could be negative or hurt someones feelings... However I am making an exception here because I doubt anyone involved would read this blog, it's the truth and because I need to have a release.

Saturday was a classmate of Katherine's birthday party. It was at Mr. Gatti's pizza. There is a pretty nice game room for the kids to play in, including bumper cars and a carnival ride not to mention tunnels and arcade games. Katherine loved the bumper cars. In fact I got her father to do it with her and he had never done bumper cars. However that is not was bothered me. What bothered me was the birthday boy and his mom were late in arriving. We were waiting in the lobby for about 15 minutes for them to show. Then it seemed like the mom was drunk. She was soooo loud and obnoxious and she seemed very passive aggressive towards one of the parents. Now I could be totally wrong, maybe she is just naturally a little different and loud. But my gut tells me there was something wrong there. Anyway... after 5 hours at the pizza place because Katherine was having so much fun playing with her bestest friend in the whole world. I had enough and I had a slight headache too.

Okay... now we are home and Danny and I are craving nachos. I personally was thinking a nacho bell grande from Taco Bell, but my hubby says Taco Bell is a dirty word around here. In fact most San Antonian's tell me that too. But hey I grew up on it and I still get a craving now and then. But noo... we went to Chacho's for their King Kong nachos. These things are huge! We get 1/2 order and we can't even make a dent in them. But I digress... when we park at the restaurant I get out and this lady is standing there crying with a cell phone and charger in her hand. She tells me she's been kicked out of her home, has two daughters and needs $5 to buy some dinner for them. She'll gladly sell me her phone for $5. I tell her keep the phone and hand her a $5 bill... it was a miracle that I had cash on me. I was feeling good about helping someone who seemed down and out... then it hit me. She was probably lying. My hubby who I love so very much, starts laughing at me and said well you just gave her money for her fix... she's probably at the corner gas station getting drunk. He continued to laugh and tell me that she's feeling no pain now. IRRR! I mean I know she was probably lying to me and that I was "taken"... but I know times are tough right now, and well I just wanted to help. We aren't making tons of money, but Danny and I both have fairly secure jobs and we have money for the things we need. I don't even know why I am letting this eat at me... I mean it was only $5.

So with the long day at a very loud kid friendly pizza place and then the down and out mom... I just had enough. I am sooo glad the weekend is over.