I think I am ready for an upheaval in my life and I know exactly how to do it.
Today when I was trying hard to disappear inside myself, I did what I normally do. I went to my happy place where I am not only loved by my friends, but by that special someone. Currently that special someone is the unnamed one. Well he has a name but I'll be damned if I put it here.
In my happy place he and I are dating. I haven't yet dreamed up anything more. And to be honest I don't want to really. The guy in my mind before him was an Italian prince named Marco, and pure fantasy. I might blog about my years wit him filling the man shoes in Happy land and I may not. He fades in and out of happy land depending on my faith in whether mystery man likes me.
But back to my upheaval.
The next time I get to be in the same room as my mystery man, I plan to tell him that I like him a lot, and I plan to see what can maybe be done about that.
Whether or not a glass of liquid fortitude will be needed we don't know yet. I hope not as I want to be fully sober when he tells me that he's not interested in me that way. With liquor I will probably be apt to fall into a heap of tears and wail that life is so unfair.
FML.
Well, as usual, Coldstone creamery has saved my night. I am unsure as to whether or not a second bowl will be needed but I think my pillow may sue for visitation before my freezer can command my presence.
Single and blogging is tired and knows not of the drivel she types...
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Power shift.
At about three- three forty five this morning, I realized why last night hurt so bad.
There had been a power shift in my household and I wasn't even aware that I had lost. Without ever feeling the change in the wind, I had lost the power as parent... to a ten year old. (okay I might as well start saying eleven. He will be 11 on the 29th)
And I thought back... When I work on the weekends, I trust him to watch the girls. The one time I went out at night and had a little bit of adult time, I trusted him to watch the girls. When he displayed the desire to cook so long as I did the prep work like defrosting it and seasoning it, he was overly happy to put it in the stove. If I had to run to the store really quickly, he was in charge. He walks the girls to and from school (or did until the girls started walking themselves)
I mean, OMG WTF was I thinking??? While I was busy trying to lighten my stress load, I was making his heavier and heavier until he somehow became an almost equal partner in this whole parenting thing.
WTF did I just do to my little boy?
And last night when he very insolently looked me in the eye and told me he did the best he could with the dishes all the while knowing that I knew he didn't even try, I snapped. I didn't do what I should have done and tried to reason out WTF was going on in my son's head, I didn't try to vocalized my thoughts and feelings (although at that precise moment I'm pretty sure what I would have said if I had vocalized would have made merchant marines, pirates, seasoned sailors,and Frenchmen gasp in horror... What I said later would only have offended 90% of parenting organizations.)
And like I said a a quarter past effing-dark thirty this morning, it downed on me that I behaved like a teenager with a squalling newborn would act. And I was ashamed of myself. And hurt that I did that. And I cried.
It's been a long time since I cried over parenting. I suppose in a way, I was due for the cry.
I think it's time for an upheaval in my life.
Single and blogging is thinking...
There had been a power shift in my household and I wasn't even aware that I had lost. Without ever feeling the change in the wind, I had lost the power as parent... to a ten year old. (okay I might as well start saying eleven. He will be 11 on the 29th)
And I thought back... When I work on the weekends, I trust him to watch the girls. The one time I went out at night and had a little bit of adult time, I trusted him to watch the girls. When he displayed the desire to cook so long as I did the prep work like defrosting it and seasoning it, he was overly happy to put it in the stove. If I had to run to the store really quickly, he was in charge. He walks the girls to and from school (or did until the girls started walking themselves)
I mean, OMG WTF was I thinking??? While I was busy trying to lighten my stress load, I was making his heavier and heavier until he somehow became an almost equal partner in this whole parenting thing.
WTF did I just do to my little boy?
And last night when he very insolently looked me in the eye and told me he did the best he could with the dishes all the while knowing that I knew he didn't even try, I snapped. I didn't do what I should have done and tried to reason out WTF was going on in my son's head, I didn't try to vocalized my thoughts and feelings (although at that precise moment I'm pretty sure what I would have said if I had vocalized would have made merchant marines, pirates, seasoned sailors,and Frenchmen gasp in horror... What I said later would only have offended 90% of parenting organizations.)
And like I said a a quarter past effing-dark thirty this morning, it downed on me that I behaved like a teenager with a squalling newborn would act. And I was ashamed of myself. And hurt that I did that. And I cried.
It's been a long time since I cried over parenting. I suppose in a way, I was due for the cry.
I think it's time for an upheaval in my life.
Single and blogging is thinking...
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Bad moment...
I can't believe I am actually typing this but I need to make this thought get out of my head and go away. Leave the gate open and risk the other thoughts leaving the yard but I need to make this thought go away. Right now.
God help me, I don't want to be Mommy right now. Right this moment, I want to be a thirty year old on a warm beach somewhere with an endless supply of alcohol flowing in my direction. Right now, I really hate the fact that I have kids. Right now, I want to be free.
I blogged this morning about my son not doing his chores. Tonight it spiraled out of control. Tonight the situation grew legs and ran away from me, into a brick wall, pulled out a pic axe and kept right on going.
I told him. I told him calmly, with more control than I could muster on an ordinary day, that if he didn't do what he needed to do, I would not give him anything he wants. He would not eat the food that I had to get plastic plates and utensils in order to serve because he couldn't be bothered to wash a dish. He would eat a skinny sandwich and go to bed. And I had to stick to my guns.
He came home and he went in the kitchen. He half swept the floor meaning there was stuff all over in the corners. He washed the five dishes I put in the sink before I realized they all needed re washing and gave up. The rest he just wiped down. He didn't wash the counters. He didn't do anything he was supposed to do.
...And I hit him. God help me I hit him. And I called his grandmother a bitch to his face. And I told him... no I yelled at him that he was never going to live with either his father or his grandmother and if that's what he was angling for, for me to get so pissed off that I would send him to live with either of them.
...And I had to order the Chinese food I was planning to give the kids for dinner and I had to leave out his order.
God help me, but I have to make my son watch while his sister eat Chinese food and he eats a thin turkey sandwich and a bag of potato chips and a cup of water.
I am feeling very bad right now, bloggers. I am feeling like I am not worth the gift God bestowed upon me when he gave me kids.
I can't help it. But I resent him right now. True I wasn't really college material but I would have stayed if I hadn't gotten pregnant in college I would have stayed and plodded through. IF I hadn't been pregnant, I wouldn't have married Randy, and if I hadn't been a mommy, I wouldn't have stayed in that marriage as long as I did.
I am trying hard not to blame my son but right now it's hard.
So hard.
Sing and blogging is really not feeling very good.
God help me, I don't want to be Mommy right now. Right this moment, I want to be a thirty year old on a warm beach somewhere with an endless supply of alcohol flowing in my direction. Right now, I really hate the fact that I have kids. Right now, I want to be free.
I blogged this morning about my son not doing his chores. Tonight it spiraled out of control. Tonight the situation grew legs and ran away from me, into a brick wall, pulled out a pic axe and kept right on going.
I told him. I told him calmly, with more control than I could muster on an ordinary day, that if he didn't do what he needed to do, I would not give him anything he wants. He would not eat the food that I had to get plastic plates and utensils in order to serve because he couldn't be bothered to wash a dish. He would eat a skinny sandwich and go to bed. And I had to stick to my guns.
He came home and he went in the kitchen. He half swept the floor meaning there was stuff all over in the corners. He washed the five dishes I put in the sink before I realized they all needed re washing and gave up. The rest he just wiped down. He didn't wash the counters. He didn't do anything he was supposed to do.
...And I hit him. God help me I hit him. And I called his grandmother a bitch to his face. And I told him... no I yelled at him that he was never going to live with either his father or his grandmother and if that's what he was angling for, for me to get so pissed off that I would send him to live with either of them.
...And I had to order the Chinese food I was planning to give the kids for dinner and I had to leave out his order.
God help me, but I have to make my son watch while his sister eat Chinese food and he eats a thin turkey sandwich and a bag of potato chips and a cup of water.
I am feeling very bad right now, bloggers. I am feeling like I am not worth the gift God bestowed upon me when he gave me kids.
I can't help it. But I resent him right now. True I wasn't really college material but I would have stayed if I hadn't gotten pregnant in college I would have stayed and plodded through. IF I hadn't been pregnant, I wouldn't have married Randy, and if I hadn't been a mommy, I wouldn't have stayed in that marriage as long as I did.
I am trying hard not to blame my son but right now it's hard.
So hard.
Sing and blogging is really not feeling very good.
Been a minute
Okay so I think I promised to do this every day but as you can see, I'm not very good at that. Don't know if I promised every day, don't think I would do something that stupid.
Anyway... haven't had too many thoughts demanding elbow room lately. I have had the normal problems but nothing big.
The boy is misbehaving again. I honestly think I am going to have to do something very drastic with him. I think drill school or a drill sergeant is in order. He's slacking off in the few chores I give him... again. I ask him to wash the dishes and when he's done (five minutes later) the dishes either have bits of food stuck on them or they are so greasy the slip right out of my hands.
People think that my priorities are skewed becasue I have only three real requirements for the house I move into down south... I want my own bathroom because frankly I am tired of sharing with my kids. It's annoying now that my kids just walk into the bathroom when they need to go regardless of if I am in the shower... I want a dishwasher... See the above blurb. I am tired of risking Ebola or dysentery just because my son refuses to wash a dish so it's usable again. And I want a laundry area cause lemme tell you, hauling bags upon bags of cothes to the laundrymat every other week is no fun at all and lately I have been screwed to all hell because I have to make the choise to have electricity or clean clothes and there's only so long the electric company will by my hours got cut as a way of paying them half so that we can have clean clothes.
And I know that I have friends out there that would more than gladly say, "Bring your clothes over to my house, just bring your own soap." but again this falls on the mooch thing and if you know me, can you really see me hauling my clothes to someone else's house?? Okay yeah if I had absolutely no money at all then I might swallow my pride but I am also the same woman who bought a thing of laundry soap and washed her kids school shirts in a pot on the stove just like my grandma probably did in the old days. (Which lemme tell ya, not that easy but not that hard. Boil the hell out of it, then boil in some fabric softer, squeeze out and hang dry. Really not that hard.)
The girls are behaving pretty good but then I am not/ was never really concerned about them. They have me by example to know how a female acts. JOvaughn has no men on a constant basis. I have had offers from my male friends but... there's really no way to end that sentence.
I think that's why I want a man in my life so badly, I want a role model for Jovaughn. And I think I would like him to be an outdoorsy type. Hiking, playing ball but also smart. They boy has a brilliant mind and that's not just me saying that because I'm his mom and I love him. He picks up math like water to a duck, he likes science, and he can build. The boy took tape and paper and markers and built a train. He can write out the train stops for the #6 train in New York City from start to end. I mean, wow, he's good at most of the stuff I sucked at at his age but at the same time he has a few bad habits that are just clogging it all.
HE eats like a racehorse and if I don't give him the food, he takes the food. I know it's not fair, but I blame my former mother in law. Jovaughn lived with her for a year and she fed him like he was a starving orphan. They got up in the morning and she gave him breakfast, a snack on the way to school, a snack at school before lunch, lunch, a snack after lunch, a snack on the way home from school, a snack before dinner, dinner, and then maybe a snack before bed. Count that up, it's eight maybe nine times eating a day. I should have broken this when I got him back but I didn't and I regret it sorely now because now, if I cut his eating by a little bit he makes it up in thievery.
I don't know what to do and I admit I am at my wits end. I'm one of those moms with a terrible secret. I have a son (And a daughter sortof) that eat so damn much they are busting out of their clothes.
Ugh... I have spent most of my free time blogging and I should be cleaning and getting ready. So maybe I will blog tonight, maybe not. IDK. Blog ya later!
Single and blogging is loggin' off!
Anyway... haven't had too many thoughts demanding elbow room lately. I have had the normal problems but nothing big.
The boy is misbehaving again. I honestly think I am going to have to do something very drastic with him. I think drill school or a drill sergeant is in order. He's slacking off in the few chores I give him... again. I ask him to wash the dishes and when he's done (five minutes later) the dishes either have bits of food stuck on them or they are so greasy the slip right out of my hands.
People think that my priorities are skewed becasue I have only three real requirements for the house I move into down south... I want my own bathroom because frankly I am tired of sharing with my kids. It's annoying now that my kids just walk into the bathroom when they need to go regardless of if I am in the shower... I want a dishwasher... See the above blurb. I am tired of risking Ebola or dysentery just because my son refuses to wash a dish so it's usable again. And I want a laundry area cause lemme tell you, hauling bags upon bags of cothes to the laundrymat every other week is no fun at all and lately I have been screwed to all hell because I have to make the choise to have electricity or clean clothes and there's only so long the electric company will by my hours got cut as a way of paying them half so that we can have clean clothes.
And I know that I have friends out there that would more than gladly say, "Bring your clothes over to my house, just bring your own soap." but again this falls on the mooch thing and if you know me, can you really see me hauling my clothes to someone else's house?? Okay yeah if I had absolutely no money at all then I might swallow my pride but I am also the same woman who bought a thing of laundry soap and washed her kids school shirts in a pot on the stove just like my grandma probably did in the old days. (Which lemme tell ya, not that easy but not that hard. Boil the hell out of it, then boil in some fabric softer, squeeze out and hang dry. Really not that hard.)
The girls are behaving pretty good but then I am not/ was never really concerned about them. They have me by example to know how a female acts. JOvaughn has no men on a constant basis. I have had offers from my male friends but... there's really no way to end that sentence.
I think that's why I want a man in my life so badly, I want a role model for Jovaughn. And I think I would like him to be an outdoorsy type. Hiking, playing ball but also smart. They boy has a brilliant mind and that's not just me saying that because I'm his mom and I love him. He picks up math like water to a duck, he likes science, and he can build. The boy took tape and paper and markers and built a train. He can write out the train stops for the #6 train in New York City from start to end. I mean, wow, he's good at most of the stuff I sucked at at his age but at the same time he has a few bad habits that are just clogging it all.
HE eats like a racehorse and if I don't give him the food, he takes the food. I know it's not fair, but I blame my former mother in law. Jovaughn lived with her for a year and she fed him like he was a starving orphan. They got up in the morning and she gave him breakfast, a snack on the way to school, a snack at school before lunch, lunch, a snack after lunch, a snack on the way home from school, a snack before dinner, dinner, and then maybe a snack before bed. Count that up, it's eight maybe nine times eating a day. I should have broken this when I got him back but I didn't and I regret it sorely now because now, if I cut his eating by a little bit he makes it up in thievery.
I don't know what to do and I admit I am at my wits end. I'm one of those moms with a terrible secret. I have a son (And a daughter sortof) that eat so damn much they are busting out of their clothes.
Ugh... I have spent most of my free time blogging and I should be cleaning and getting ready. So maybe I will blog tonight, maybe not. IDK. Blog ya later!
Single and blogging is loggin' off!
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Mother's Day
So, I'm the person that waits until the last possible moment before I get my moms mother's day present because I concentrate on what the kids make for her versus what I get for her. And let's face it, my mom only wants a card from me anyway. So card done, I started wracking my brain for what the kids should get her. For Christmas the year my kids were 5,4, and 2 or maybe one or two years older we took a portrait at my job which was then Wal-Mart portraits and then took it to a shop call Hometown threads and had a blanket made with the kids picture on it. I think that was the pinnacle of gifts from kids right there. I mean it was sooo much better than the "Best Mommy in the World!" mugs and the cheap strung beads necklace that I got her when I was a kid (Did you ever notice how your kids gifts to your mom are sooo much better than the gifts you gave your mom?)
So this afternoon, I was at work when my eye fell on the hand print mosaic kits that you're supposed to use when your child is a newborn and I thought "hey! I'm only eight plus years late but my mom will LOVE that!!" So I got three. Unfortunately I have to go back tomorrow and get more of the mold stuff because Kayla put her hand all the way to the bottom of the mold gel and it says not to because then you won't get the lines in their hands. I did Olivia's this afternoon and not only id we get the lines on her hands we got her nails because the way she put her hands in and the way the plaster set, it look like her hand is coming out of the plaster It's fricken awesome. I am going to paint them and make them glossy with the can of sealer I bought last year by mistake. and then the kids are ging to write their name, their age, and the year on then and Sunday we are going to have my mom cry... again.
In a way, I love mothers day. I have a never ending stream of handmade cards, and songs, and things made from Popsicle stick and paper from my kids courtesy (sp?) of their school but even though I don't keep the stuff all year round, I love it. Gaudy and tacky as it may be I love it.
This year I plan to celebrate Mothers day in bed. Oh get that look off your face! This is my first weekend off in three weeks and I am going to sleep until my eyes refuse to stay closed. I might drink too.
I need to go eat. Oy! The things we do for a single day!
Single and Blogging is hungry!
So this afternoon, I was at work when my eye fell on the hand print mosaic kits that you're supposed to use when your child is a newborn and I thought "hey! I'm only eight plus years late but my mom will LOVE that!!" So I got three. Unfortunately I have to go back tomorrow and get more of the mold stuff because Kayla put her hand all the way to the bottom of the mold gel and it says not to because then you won't get the lines in their hands. I did Olivia's this afternoon and not only id we get the lines on her hands we got her nails because the way she put her hands in and the way the plaster set, it look like her hand is coming out of the plaster It's fricken awesome. I am going to paint them and make them glossy with the can of sealer I bought last year by mistake. and then the kids are ging to write their name, their age, and the year on then and Sunday we are going to have my mom cry... again.
In a way, I love mothers day. I have a never ending stream of handmade cards, and songs, and things made from Popsicle stick and paper from my kids courtesy (sp?) of their school but even though I don't keep the stuff all year round, I love it. Gaudy and tacky as it may be I love it.
This year I plan to celebrate Mothers day in bed. Oh get that look off your face! This is my first weekend off in three weeks and I am going to sleep until my eyes refuse to stay closed. I might drink too.
I need to go eat. Oy! The things we do for a single day!
Single and Blogging is hungry!
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Short
Okay, this is going to be short because I have a kick ass migraine... an energy sucking, mind punishing migraine, but I promised that I would blog everyday about something I encountered in my day, so here goes.
Why is it that when people stink, I mean really really stink, they pretend their nose is broken and then get offended if you make it known (Putting your hand over your nose, groaning a bit, telling someone on the phone, pass out from the rank smell)??? I don't get it. Do they think that aroma wafting behind them is some exotic perfume?
I give up. My head hurts.
Single and blogging is in pain.
Why is it that when people stink, I mean really really stink, they pretend their nose is broken and then get offended if you make it known (Putting your hand over your nose, groaning a bit, telling someone on the phone, pass out from the rank smell)??? I don't get it. Do they think that aroma wafting behind them is some exotic perfume?
I give up. My head hurts.
Single and blogging is in pain.
Another Pre-Morning blog...
Here's a brain squisher for everyone out there... What do you get when you mix people afflicted with Ghetto ism and mass amounts of Bacardi Rum? Give up yet? Well I have no patience this morning so I will tell you... You get a fat chick who wants to have a fight so loud the neighbors across the driveway call the cops on at two in the morning. I seriously don't foresee the woman downstairs living here much longer. My landlord just moved his mother in the back apartment and she doesn't like mass amounts of noise. Like normal people she doesn't like the noise at the ass crack of dawn. No wait... at two am dawn wasn't even showing her ass crack...
I honestly don't know who called the cops. I wasn't coherent enough to find my phone let alone call them. I just wanted to know what was this woman's problem. But I already know what it is... she has no respect for others around her and has to show her tail every opportunity she gets. You think I like attention? Holy Hell Batman! This woman must run on it. I think it's a good thing for me to just take advantage of my day off and crawl back into bed.
Guess what bloggers!! I got a weekend off! I get to sleep in this weekend!! Isn't it awesome??? Okay sleep now glee later...
Single and blogging is going back to bed!
I honestly don't know who called the cops. I wasn't coherent enough to find my phone let alone call them. I just wanted to know what was this woman's problem. But I already know what it is... she has no respect for others around her and has to show her tail every opportunity she gets. You think I like attention? Holy Hell Batman! This woman must run on it. I think it's a good thing for me to just take advantage of my day off and crawl back into bed.
Guess what bloggers!! I got a weekend off! I get to sleep in this weekend!! Isn't it awesome??? Okay sleep now glee later...
Single and blogging is going back to bed!
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
So today...
Today I went shopping. I ran to two different stores and got everything I needed and put food in my house and I will have you all know, that I got real food not quickfood. Well I did corner the market on SPAM but hell it's probably more for me than them. It's something I can cook when I get home from work and slap on a bagel but so what.
I saw a car catch fire today. It was oddly cool but oddly disturbing. Just six or seven years ago, that was me. I was on the Highway 35 circle and I smelled this horrible burning rubber smell and I first thought it was me mainly because I'm a paranoid person who always thinks that the bad stuff in life is only happening to her. (Seriously?? You haven't figured that out yet? Shame on you! Stop reading now and go sit in the corner.) But then I realized it was coming from around me. The car in front of me passed a dark spot and I say the smoke and I started honking. Knowing what it was because like I said, I lived though it, I tried to get the drivers attention. Apparently a warning bell must have gone off in the car or he realized why I was honking or whatever. He started to pull over and I went slow thinking I will pull up behind him put him in my car with all my food and get him away from the car. But did he stop?? NO!!! He kept driving. Thankfully he pulled into a Napa auto parts and I figured okay he's around car people they'll get him to safety. I started to drive by. As I passed I saw a flame. I am so glad it wasn't me this time.
Nothing of real consequence happened today. Or rather nothing else. I went shopping, I came home. I put food away. I have food in my house. I have salad in my house. I am going to eat salad.
So NCIS is on... I am a diehard Gibbs person. My mother hates Tony. Too egotistical.
I have dreams about being on NCIS. In my imagination I am a British royal spy agent transferred to NCIS to help them catch some guy and Gibbs is so impressed by me that they keep me at NCIS. Then I am kidnapped by a sheik in the middle east who wants to impregnate me because I have some special blood that been rumored to be immune to all diseases. but Gibbs rescues me and then I find out that I am pregnant and the brother oft he sheik (That is now the sheik because of course Gibbs killed the one that kidnapped me) knows that I am pregnant and wants to take over where his brother failed and force me to marry him but Gibbs steps in and marries me himself. We have a fake marriage and then the baby is born and I decide to go my own way but he's decided he likes me and wants me to stay and we have a real marriage but marriage to Gibbs is like marriage to a brick wall with a cute face and I leave and he hates it.
I usually wake up then. I never know if he comes to England to get me. I never know how it ends.
I have an unusually active immagination. I also have way too much down time on my hands. I need to fix this but until a solution comes along, I will continue to dream.
NCIS is getting good. I am going to go watch! BYE!!
Single and blogging is dreaming of her Gibbs!
I saw a car catch fire today. It was oddly cool but oddly disturbing. Just six or seven years ago, that was me. I was on the Highway 35 circle and I smelled this horrible burning rubber smell and I first thought it was me mainly because I'm a paranoid person who always thinks that the bad stuff in life is only happening to her. (Seriously?? You haven't figured that out yet? Shame on you! Stop reading now and go sit in the corner.) But then I realized it was coming from around me. The car in front of me passed a dark spot and I say the smoke and I started honking. Knowing what it was because like I said, I lived though it, I tried to get the drivers attention. Apparently a warning bell must have gone off in the car or he realized why I was honking or whatever. He started to pull over and I went slow thinking I will pull up behind him put him in my car with all my food and get him away from the car. But did he stop?? NO!!! He kept driving. Thankfully he pulled into a Napa auto parts and I figured okay he's around car people they'll get him to safety. I started to drive by. As I passed I saw a flame. I am so glad it wasn't me this time.
Nothing of real consequence happened today. Or rather nothing else. I went shopping, I came home. I put food away. I have food in my house. I have salad in my house. I am going to eat salad.
So NCIS is on... I am a diehard Gibbs person. My mother hates Tony. Too egotistical.
I have dreams about being on NCIS. In my imagination I am a British royal spy agent transferred to NCIS to help them catch some guy and Gibbs is so impressed by me that they keep me at NCIS. Then I am kidnapped by a sheik in the middle east who wants to impregnate me because I have some special blood that been rumored to be immune to all diseases. but Gibbs rescues me and then I find out that I am pregnant and the brother oft he sheik (That is now the sheik because of course Gibbs killed the one that kidnapped me) knows that I am pregnant and wants to take over where his brother failed and force me to marry him but Gibbs steps in and marries me himself. We have a fake marriage and then the baby is born and I decide to go my own way but he's decided he likes me and wants me to stay and we have a real marriage but marriage to Gibbs is like marriage to a brick wall with a cute face and I leave and he hates it.
I usually wake up then. I never know if he comes to England to get me. I never know how it ends.
I have an unusually active immagination. I also have way too much down time on my hands. I need to fix this but until a solution comes along, I will continue to dream.
NCIS is getting good. I am going to go watch! BYE!!
Single and blogging is dreaming of her Gibbs!
Monday, May 03, 2010
Gotta love
Facebook. I just posted a status about certain people. They aren't going to care Hell I don't think they are even going to notice but it will be interested to see if they do. ROFL!!! I love mini mental breakdowns! I've been having them so long that they come easier and easier...
Single and blogging is giggling uncontrollably in that brain disconnected laugh only she can do!
Single and blogging is giggling uncontrollably in that brain disconnected laugh only she can do!
So blog
Blog, Blog, Blog...
Good lord I am bored. I miss my best buds and I'm annoyed that after two years among them, I'm still not even considered for a group get together, but oh well, life is life and at this point it's like high school They are the A squad and I'm the band geek again. Whatever. I have given up on them and as of this moment, I have given up on the guy. Yep.
So I had a blog that I was going to post this morning but I think I gave up halfway through because it was sorta aimed at people who would know it was aimed at them. Sometimes the victims of my rash sarcasm aren't as dumb and oblivious as I make them out to be.
It was about one of my most hated "isms" Ghettoism.
I admit it, I sat and watched about three hours of MTV cribs this afternoon and I was disgusted beyond belief. One guy didn't even know his way around his home and I suspect that he had either rented it for the MTV cribs or just bought it. One guy was just a hick, and then there was Fantasia... OH LORD! Her reading may have improved but her taste obviously had gone lacking. She had ebony African animals all through her house INCLUDING the pair of cheetahs on the dining table. Yes I said on. They face the head of the table like they're going to eat the food. She said she hasn't gotten to Africa to go see the animals so until she could she was going to put statues of them all over her house. Hello America's next top Illiterate has been!! You made a whole bunch of money off that stupid lifetime movie, Get on a plane and go see the damn animals...
Honestly... And then there was this guy that walked around saying, "Follow your boy" when he wanted the cameras to follow him. Negro, you are not my boy! I don't even know your name. Or the guy that had to say "LNow what I'm saying?" or sorry, "Gnomesayin?" at the end of every sentence or the Puerto Rican who thought that somehow, the florida sun had turned him into a black man. A worse wigger I've never seen.
Why, Lord, why do we allow these people to live?? Why can't the be born with a blinking indicator that they are going to annoy the educated world with their ghettoness. We can just suffocate them and no one would have to swallow masses of Excedrin to forget them.
I am truly my mother's daughter. She was an English teacher and she taught me well. The slightest bit or ill-educated speaking sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Ghettoism annoys me almost as much as Valleyism. Damnit! IF you want to say like every three words then go live in the damn valley where no one will have to suffer their ears bleeding!
Sorry, in a bit of a mood today. Went to get my food stamps fixed today so was up early and crashed between one and four so of course, I'm not tired and I'm going to have to take one of my PM meds to get to sleep.
Ugh... I'm tired but not tired.
Oh god! Southpark is on! I have to turn the channel BRB. Okay I found Phineas and Ferb. Don't look at me that way! I know it's a cartoon but I happen to enjoy it!
So I'm going to go and watch my cartoon, eat my pringles and drink my iced tea.
Single and blogging is going to make herself tired.
Good lord I am bored. I miss my best buds and I'm annoyed that after two years among them, I'm still not even considered for a group get together, but oh well, life is life and at this point it's like high school They are the A squad and I'm the band geek again. Whatever. I have given up on them and as of this moment, I have given up on the guy. Yep.
So I had a blog that I was going to post this morning but I think I gave up halfway through because it was sorta aimed at people who would know it was aimed at them. Sometimes the victims of my rash sarcasm aren't as dumb and oblivious as I make them out to be.
It was about one of my most hated "isms" Ghettoism.
I admit it, I sat and watched about three hours of MTV cribs this afternoon and I was disgusted beyond belief. One guy didn't even know his way around his home and I suspect that he had either rented it for the MTV cribs or just bought it. One guy was just a hick, and then there was Fantasia... OH LORD! Her reading may have improved but her taste obviously had gone lacking. She had ebony African animals all through her house INCLUDING the pair of cheetahs on the dining table. Yes I said on. They face the head of the table like they're going to eat the food. She said she hasn't gotten to Africa to go see the animals so until she could she was going to put statues of them all over her house. Hello America's next top Illiterate has been!! You made a whole bunch of money off that stupid lifetime movie, Get on a plane and go see the damn animals...
Honestly... And then there was this guy that walked around saying, "Follow your boy" when he wanted the cameras to follow him. Negro, you are not my boy! I don't even know your name. Or the guy that had to say "LNow what I'm saying?" or sorry, "Gnomesayin?" at the end of every sentence or the Puerto Rican who thought that somehow, the florida sun had turned him into a black man. A worse wigger I've never seen.
Why, Lord, why do we allow these people to live?? Why can't the be born with a blinking indicator that they are going to annoy the educated world with their ghettoness. We can just suffocate them and no one would have to swallow masses of Excedrin to forget them.
I am truly my mother's daughter. She was an English teacher and she taught me well. The slightest bit or ill-educated speaking sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
Ghettoism annoys me almost as much as Valleyism. Damnit! IF you want to say like every three words then go live in the damn valley where no one will have to suffer their ears bleeding!
Sorry, in a bit of a mood today. Went to get my food stamps fixed today so was up early and crashed between one and four so of course, I'm not tired and I'm going to have to take one of my PM meds to get to sleep.
Ugh... I'm tired but not tired.
Oh god! Southpark is on! I have to turn the channel BRB. Okay I found Phineas and Ferb. Don't look at me that way! I know it's a cartoon but I happen to enjoy it!
So I'm going to go and watch my cartoon, eat my pringles and drink my iced tea.
Single and blogging is going to make herself tired.
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