Update to I’m Speachless
I know, I’m full of updates today, but I just had to follow this one up. Turns out that they are the Giggles, a kids-music-for-adults group from Liverpool, England. They’ve been together since 1989, but haven’t released anything up till now. Here’s their link,Gigglesnation.com be sure to listen to “munchin tuna”.
An update on Ah Motherhood
Travis came home from school yesterday, so proud of his certificate to move on to the Jr High (our Jr High here is 6th-8th grades, so it’s technically a middle school), but he was upset about something, and wouldn’t say what at first.
Turns out the asshole principal got his way after all. He kept Travis out of the final assembly, and recess, and phys. ed writing setences saying “I’ m sorry” and so forth. So apparently all my email did was make him take his frustrations out on my son even worse.
So this time, I’m writing another email, this time from my more vindictive side, and it won’t be quite so nice. Something along the lines of how glad I am that Travis is out from under his thumb next year seems appropriate.
I’m speachless
Absolutely beyond words right now…you gotta see this, I’m assuming it’s a kid’s video, but…well…just watch it.
A lil bit of truth
Sometimes, there are times when I want to post something sooo bad, but I can’t, because someone in the family might read it and take it the wrong way. Today is one of those times. I did it to myself by putting my blog out there for the world to read, but sometimes I really need to vent. Maybe a second blog would be the answer? It’s worth some thought.
The truth of the matter is that I rarely say anything offensive to my family. Except for maybe poor Mom, she gets the brunt of my anger and frustration too often. But, I love my family as fucked up as it can be sometimes. I like to say we put the FUN in dysfunctional.
So even though I’m upset with a particular member of our little family, I’ll say nothing, and eventually get over it. Maybe that’s the way family is supposed to work. I don’t know, all I know is I’ve come a long way from the person I used to be, a person that every time I got angry the whole world knew it, and I suppose that’s better.
I’ll buy that for a dollar!
Seriously, that’s all I’d give for this one!
AMITYVILLE, N.Y. (AP) — The house made famous in the 1979 film The Amityville Horror is up for sale in New York — ghosts not included.The five-bedroom Dutch Colonial went on the market Monday for $1.15 million.
The Oscar-nominated film is based on the story of the Lutz family’s brief stay in the house in 1975 after six members of the DeFeo family were shot and killed as they slept in the home. Eldest son Ronald DeFeo Jr. was convicted of the murders.
You’ve got to be shitting me. I’m not sure what else to write other than that one sentence, so I’ll say it again. You HAVE GOT to be SHITTING me!
Lets look at the plus side:
The furniture would rearrange itself. “Oh look honey, they knew I wanted the couch on that side of the room!”
The closets would come with their own personal night-light. “Mommy, I’m scared.” “Don’t worry darling, the light is only the beasts of hell.”
If you’re husband’s not in the mood, don’t worry, someone is. “Not tonight dear, I worked late.” *Closet door opens, bed creaks* “OH MY, you animal!”
The Negative
You suddenly realize those voices in your head, aren’t just in you head. “Dear would you please tell the kids to quit playing demonic monopoly.” “Really, you hear that too? I thought my meds stopped working.”
The walls ooze slime or blood. “Mom, our demonic nanny’s on th rag again!”
The demon that crawls into bed with you accidently ass-rapes your husband. “Honey, I told you I’m no into that anymore!”
Worse yet, he likes it. “Oh honey, use the big dildo!”
Nice Guys
So THAT’s why there’s no nice guys left! All the blonde bimbos turned them in to assholes!
Seriously, what is it about us women that makes us attracted to total assholes, and makes us step all over a guy that might actually treat us right? Want a perfect example? When I worked at Wal-mart, I ran into a guy that actually moved from Georgia to the Mechanicsburg area while I was talking to him. I’m not conceited enough to say he moved because of me, but he did want to date me. Me, being me, completely ignored him while we both worked at Wal-mart,and instead dated the biggest dick I could find. Not only did I date him, but I took him back after he cheated on me. (I KNOW, what the fuck is wrong with me?) Now, why didn’t I just ask Jason out, while it seemed he was too shy to ask me out in person? Beats the fuck out of me, but it was a hell of missed chance in retrospective.
A New Gift Idea
So if you know me, you know by now that random thoughts just pop into my head, completely unexpectedly and unexplained. If you didn’t know that, SURPRISE, you’re about to get a perfect example of such a case.
Last night, my friend Tara’s message was “I’m around…leave one” . So me smartass that I am, typed in the message boxed “farts and runs…you to leave one.” Yeah, I know, kinda childish, but that’s the person I am at times. If you think that’s childish, then don’t read any farther, because I’m about to be me at my finest.
Today, again, her status message said leave one…so immediately I thought about the fart in the message box, when it hit me. I’ve come up with a great gift idea for those you would rather punch in the mouth than look at!
A fart in a box!
Now hear me out, think about this one. Someone royally pisses you off, and you want to get back at them somehow. Enter Fart in a box. You mail it off, with no return address, and when it arrives, the person shakes it, curious as to what it might be. Upon opening it, there is a loud fart sound accompanied by a noxious smell. As they stand there gagging, wondering who could have possibly sent something so foul, you’ll be at home, laughing your ass off at the thought of it all.
Man, I should so get this patented.
Ah, Motherhood
I was working on my homework yesterday when Travis walked up to me with this hangdog look on his face and said “Mom do I have to go to school tomorrow?” I knew immediately that something was up. Turns out he didn’t do his book report, and had to stay in while the rest of the kids went to the park. His principal was in charge of several kids including Trav who couldn’t go to the park for one reason or another. While Trav was working on his report, he talked to the kid next to him. He got a warning for it, and the day went on. Travis finished his report, and drew a picture, which he showed to the other kids. Bang, his principal told him he couldn’t go to “fun day” today.
Now, keeping in mind that his principal was at Trav’s old school, and he and I butted heads when I first got custody of Travis, because he refused to not let Trav’s asshole Father pick him up from school without a custody order. Doesn’t matter that I couldn’t pick him up when Mark had him because I didn’t know the “password”. I wasn’t offered the option of any “password”, just a solid NO, we can’t do that, his Father is allowed to pick him up. I called him a few choice names then, my Mother talked to him, and finally, through the threat of a lawyer, he agreed to not allow Mark to pick Travis up.
Go back a little further, to 2nd grade. Mainly because he saw his Father taking whatever he wanted, Travis picked up the habit of stealing. He stole a few minor things…a notebook from the teacher, some pens, and ultimately stole a toy Monster Truck from a classmate. Again, he was only dong what he had been shown, and a long talk with him soon straightened him out.
Jump forward to 4th grade. Travis and a group of his friends were at lunch when one of them got the bright idea to play “the choking game” The end result, Travis went long enough to pass out, and after a trip to the nurse’s office, he was rewarded with a trip to the principal’s office. Another long talk later, he hasn’t done anything similar since.
Now, I brought those things up to tell you this. The principal at Travis’s old school, is now the principal at Travis’s new school. So it was the same principal who’s dealt with him all this time. He called this morning, to ask me if I knew that Travis was only skipping school to get out of punishment. I responded with, “Well, what’s the difference between sitting in a class room all day, and missing fun day, or being at home and missing fun day.” To which he called my son a “notorious troublemaker” who had no clue what it was like to be punished.
Wrong thing to say to me..since Travis has been with me he’s been a different kid, and everyone sees it. On top of that, he hasn’t been in the principal’s office all year this year. The only reply I coul come up with when he threatened me with an illegal day was “Well at least he won’t be sitting in a room with an asshole like you!”
Since then I’ve talked to Amy aka the TwistedBride, and she encouraged me to write an email to him. I think I’ll just do that.
Someone get me off this fucking roller-coaster!
So if I haven’t told you before, my Mom’s not good these days. Which worries me, for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, because I don’t want to lose my Mom. Who does, honestly, right? And secondly, because I have no clue where I’ll go or what I’ll do.
She just has no strength anymore…getting up out of bed requires help, and walking requires walker. Let me tell you, this isn’t my Mom. Neither is her damn near breaking into tears at the my selfish angry outburst today. My Mom’s tough as nails, in your face, take no shit, just tough. She always says I’m her rock, but really I just try to be like her.
Today was pretty much the final straw for me I think, in that there’s not much more I can take. See, over three weeks ago, I took her to the E.R. because she was so weak she staggered across the parking lot of our favorite restaurant. (if you’ve been reading you knew that). What you didn’t know, was she was in the hospital for a week, came home for two days, before I had to take her back up for the same problem.
This time when they discharged her, they discharged her to rehab at the local nursing home. Lemme tell ya, that damn near killed both she and I. You see, I have made vehement promises that she would not go into a nursing home on my watch. In retrospect, I know now that I was being naive about it, because now, she’s been home a day…not even a full day, and she’s back in because she fell last night and now she’s scared to get out of bed on her own.
Scared? My Mom isn’t scared of anything…the very thought it foreign to me. I guess we all have this indestructible image of our parents. I’m just trying to deal with life with this new Mom, the one that is dependent on everybody, and has to ask for help for things I take for granted.
Oh Baby?
Two North Carolina surgeons were issued official “letters of concern” in January for a 2008 incident in which they performed a C-section on a woman who was not pregnant. (They relied on an intern’s confused diagnosis and followed an ultrasound with no heartbeat and several obviously failed attempts to induce labor.) [WTVD-TV (Raleigh-Durham), 4-1-10]
Can someone please tell me what’s wrong with this picture? Really? Really? No one had a clue that this woman wasn’t pregnant? Lets take a peek inside what must have gone on in that ER.
Doctor: “What’s the complaint, Richards?”
RN: “She was complaining of stomach pain before she blacked out. By the way, you were wonderful in the closet earlier,Doctor”
Doctor: “Yes, I was, I have a spectacular penis”
2nd RN: “Ummm…She’s alfully fat, maybe she’s pregnant.”
Doctor: “There’s no heartbeat on this ultrasound, damn it Richards, we need to save this baby! someone complement my ass while I run to the phone!” *runs*
2nd RN: “He does have a rather nice ass, doesn’t he?” *turns to first RN, leans on the patient* ”So what are your plans tonight.”
Doctor, rushing back: “No time for that, we need to save this baby before my 5 o’clock tee time”
I could go on, but it’s getting out of hand already don’t you think? The point is, I’ve been in enough E.R.’s to know that this could happen anywhere. I personally have been handed someone else’s prescription multiple times, had a doctor attempt to examine my foot when the problem was in my stomach (thank heaven I didn’t have these doctors). The hospital systems may be overworked, but there is no excuse for a unnessisary surgery such as this one. For fuck’s sake didn’t anyone think to do an internal on this woman? Five lousy minutes could have saved everyone, especially the woman involved a whole lot of time, pain and aggravation.
