Thursday, December 21, 2006

Let it Blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

The weather outside was frightful...
Branches a blowin'
Power lines' a swingin
Let it Blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

Power out Thursday evening...
lost it around 11 pm

BRRR... it was cold....
lines down on both sides of our house
A transformer taken by a huge mean Pine.
Let it Blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

Temps dropped into the low 20's
Ice forming on windows
House temp... 42
Let it Blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

Finally, found a generator
Ate out alot, Casino's have generators
Won an extra $100
Let it Blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

Sleeping fully clothed
Sweats, hoodies, gloves, hat
Socks... I hate things on my feet when I sleep
Let it blow, Let it Blow, Let it Blow

Monday 7:00 PM
What's that I hear?
Whats that noise?
Happy Dance... for Electricity...
No more Blow, No more Blow, No more Blow!!!!

One good thing came about w/the power outage..
I got all my X-mas shopping done and all wrapped!!!!
What else was there to do but shop in the warm stores???


Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Dear Santa.....

One more.. to all the mom's/dad's/grandparents/or all that understand!!!

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother," because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only beheard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it beingserved in a Styrofoam container.

If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.

It would be helpful ifyou could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.

Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come inand dry off so you don't catch cold.Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always, MOM...!

P.S. One more can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children happy, healthy and always believing.

Random thoughts

It's Wednesday.. had no power this morning..
wind storm... uuugghhh... I can not function w/out a shower.. and coffee..
Was suppose to start a new diet this morning.. but, it says no coffee on my diet.. WTF?
So.. needless to say, I didnt start my diet.... I couldnt even shower..
I feel like Im not really here.. I feel "dirty" Im not.. I took a P T A bath..
w/the cold ass water...

My S N L (sis in law) has a large mass growing in side her.. no, she's not prego..
but they dont know what it is.. it's the size of a small nerf football... attatched to her liver.
She went in for a biopsy (sp?) yesterday.. please pray it's not cancer...and it can just be removed.. she has 5 kids... I cant take care of 5 kids if God forbid something drastic was to happen.. plus my 2.. that's 7.. Western State here I would come!!!!

My son is having surgery on Monday... he has cyst's forming between his growth plates on the top's of his feet, it's causing him loads of pain. Please send drugs for the Mommy.. so she doesnt have a nervous breakdown when he comes out of surgery and he start being whiny.. (cuz that's what he does when he's not feeling well) he will be on good drugs.. so maybe he wont be to whiny..
how about you send drugs so I dont kill his "fathers" other half.. as they have decided they need to be there... Oh God, grant me the strenght to do the things that I KNOW I should not do!!!

What else....
yeah.. nothing

Monday, December 11, 2006

To Be Fair..

To be fair I should post about my son's sperm donor too...

He's just as worthless as the other one..
Although he at least pays his child support, of course.. he's still waaaaaay behind
but.. I guess I will give him some kudos, as he's at least trying...
However, the small boy child just got off the phone w/his "father" and informed me that
Daddy dearest is purchasing an Ipod.. you know.. the really expensive one so he can download books on tape so he can listen to them at work..

hmmmm... me in my rashness, starts spewing words of discrimination against his lovely father

I know, I know bad Mommy.. Bad Bad Bad..
but damn it!!!
Small boy child has medical bills & Ortho dental bills coming out the wazzu.. and the courts stated that he not only has to pay child support but also half.. (that's 50%) of his medical/dental bills too.. and do you think he's paid any towards those???
If you guessed No.. your so smart!!!

Now.. I understand it's also my responsibility.. and hence why he pays 50%... because that's what I agreed to in court.. bringing our son into the world was both our decision. We BOTH agreed to his care. I am a firm believer in the issues between the sperm donor and me.. are just that.. between he and I.. our son is NOT brought into the middle..
Very rarely do I ever say anything negative about his sperm donor to him.. and I know and realize I should NEVER say it.. but well, not all of us are perfect, from time to time I do tend to slip up and when I do, it's a whopper..
So.. needless to say... I slipped (it's that damn red hue of anger, maybe I need some counseling)
and well anyhow.. I stated that his "father" was..... well it doesnt matter what he is..
but it wasnt nice.. at all... and I thought the small boy child would get all upset, so I apologized immediately
and well.. do you know what he said....
He said.. I know Mom... relax.. he's a dumb ass.. we have known that for years!!!

(insert open mouth astonishment)
Out of the mouths of babes
Ok.. so.. do I get upset because my son just cussed to my face..
Or.. do I acknowledge to him that... he's allowed to his opinion... or is it his opinion?
Ok.. I looked at my son.. told him I loved him... and that was going to take a bubble bath
and I needed some time alone.
He gave me a hug, told me he loved me.. and to enjoy...

Yeah.. He's 13.. he still loves me.. and he hugged me..
No payments to his bills, he buys shit he doesnt need when he should be paying for things more important...
but you know what.. I got the boy.. he loves me.. and he gave me a hug...
I get the better deal... I have the better deal...
The bills will be there.. forever.. alls well....


Friday, December 08, 2006

Aunt F.. bitch bitch bitch!!!

Im irritable!!!
Its my right... Im a female..
and P M S has SET IN!!!

Oh yeah.. I could just rip off someone's head, and shit down there neck, screw the head back on, pat them on top of their wee little noggin, and send them on their merry fucking way..
Gawd I hate it when I get like this..
I soooooooooooooooooooooooo wanna lash out at someone..
Just argue, and be really really mean!!!!

But I wont..
Im trying to calm myself.. Oh.. Im fucking trying!!!!

Excuse me.. phones ringing.. one moment please..................................................................................................................................................
Stupid mother fucking, dumb ass, ignorant, asshole!!!!
Oh..your life is so fucking hard isnt it.. your screwed????
Your Screwed? How dare you tell me how fucking screwed you are..
Why dont you try raising two kids, on your own, with no fucking help from their sperm donors.. Oh wait.. YOUR ONE OF THE SPERM DONORS.. and you have paid me $20 mother fucking dollars in 10 fucking years.. and your screwed???!!!!!
I have gone w/out so much in MY life.. because my children come first.. and you want to complain to me that your screwed????
Well.. let me think about this.. your 36 fucking yrs old, cant hold a job for no longer than 6 months.. living on someone's couch, trying to get everyone to buy your poor me act.

Well I got something for you.. (insert middle finger here)
I dont want to hear how your screwed.. why dont you try paying one of these dental bills, or buy your daughter some clothes, or pay for her dance class, or put some food on her plate, comfort her when she's sick, discipline here when she acts up, get time off work to accompany her on a field trip at school (cuz all the other parents do) buy her some new shoes, take her to the Dr when she breaks out in a rash, and get the meds to stop the itching. Explain to her why we cant afford all the items she wants. And if your really up to it.. why dont you explain to her, why you dont love her. Cuz let me tell you, she ask's me that one alot..
Mommy.. why doesnt may daddy care about me, like the other daddy's do...
yeah.. NIIIIIICE!!!!!

Your fucking screwed..
you know what you are.. and the reason is because I got the better part of your life. MY daughter... whose loving, kind, & caring... Who is going to make something out of her life and be someone.. regardless of the piece of shit father she has...

Yeah.. your right.. you are screwed!!!

(sorry for all the bad language.. but.. Im pissy.. can ya tell??)

Peace.. (Im trying to find some)

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Tis the Season... blah blah blah

Normally Im not a huge Holiday cheer person. This year really isnt all that different. Why?
Well Im the believer that this is not Jesus day of birth, however, I understand this is when we celebrate the day of his birth. The real problem is, is that the true meaning of Christmas has been lost!

What is the true meaning of Christmas, again, it's all in your perception and your beliefs.
To me,
Christmas is about love, kindness, giving, generosity & caring.
However the retail world, makes it all about want want want.. give me give me give me.
It's more about the bottom dollar amount than about who you spend the time with. What you do for your community. What you do for your friends & family.

My children will be learning a valuable lesson this holiday season, they will assist me in dishing out sleeping bags to the homeless, food at the shelters, and a food drive Im holding at work for our local Senior Center. There presents will not only be materialistic, but what they give to our community also,to those that have LESS than we do. It will not just be about what's under the tree for them. But the life lessons under the tree this year, and the years to come, will be what they will learn from. Grasping the true meaning of Christmas will be on our agenda. They are old enough to learn that life is not all happy colors, but dark hues of the under world, the side of poverty that luckily has not touched us............. yet!

I wish you all Happy Holidays.. Whether it be Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or what ever your traditions and beliefs carry you from day to day.


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

I got's nothing!!!

I got's nothing to talk about today.
Sad huh.
Nothing.. no ramblings rolling around in my head
Dont get me wrong.. there is always things rolling around in my head.. but nothing that is making any sense at the moment....

Anger.. it's on the outter edges again... so much so that Monday night the red hue was extremely close and was trying to grasp me. My son & daughter both looked at me and asked if I had a bad day. That snapped me back, it was like cold water being thrown in my face.
So I sat in my recliner, watched TV and talked to no-one. My poor little ones.. having to deal w/me when I get in those moods. Luckily they are older and they understand that I too have bad moments.

Other than that.. nothing..
Christmas is upon us..
Im getting closer to the shopping being done..
Wow my kids are greedy.. but I suppose all kids are... that's nothing new..
so.. they are not getting everything on their wish list.. I am not Bill Gates!!!
But, they will get a few of the items, like the cheaper ones!LOL

What else.. nope nothing.. my head is empty.. nothing in there
My son goes in for surgery.. 2 weeks..
It's a fairly easy operation, on the top of his foot.. should be in and out under an hr.
His sperm donor and his other half will be there. Oh.. yeah..
So Monday (my day of anger) was the pre-op appt for the small boy child.
So Sperm Donor and his live in were in attendance.. as the live in proceeds to quiz the Dr on the operation, and demands to see the x-rays.. WHO IN THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!!!??? Finally I had to look at her, tell her to hush up and let ME speak to the Dr.. besides, Im the one paying for it.. and Im the one who has to deal w/him for the 3 weeks that he's laid up.. not them!!
What should I expect.. they are the scum of the underbelly of Everett... (sorry to all those real people that live in Everett)
It's not HER son.. it's MY son.. and I already went thru all this w/the Dr. Pissed me right the fuck off. She wouldnt shut the hell up (just thinking about this is getting my dander up)
I went thru the 9 months 2 weeks of carrying him.. I went thru the 19 1/2 hrs of hard ass labor.. ME...not to mention putting up w/sperm donors bullshit during that time period.
Ok.. calm.. deep breaths..
sunny days.. ocean waves..
ok..Im better... anyhow.. where was I? Oh yeah.. so anyhow.. yeah.. his surgery is in 2 weeks.. He's worried, I was joking around with him and said that he is gonna be on drugs and feeling no pain all shall be good... they hooked my boy up.. Vicodin.. Percocet.. oh yeah.. one for small boy child.. 2 for mommy.. LOL.. IM JUST KIDDING FOLKS!!!

Ok..Im done.. Im out.. maybe more nothing's later..