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September 18 Hurt The WadeCurrent Temp: 75  Current Mood:   As if my brother standing on a bridge for 6 hours wasnt enough, how about Wade biting a hole through his lip and going to the ER for blog material? David took the three kids to the park this morning, and when they got back they were all covered in sweat, dirt, and black stuff from the ground up tires and tennis shoes that cover the playground. (This instead of sand, which houses lice and woodchips, which causes splinters.) He led them all into the bathroom and helped strip them all before starting the tub. Somehow, I dont know what exactly went wrong, but Wade slipped and hit his chin on the side of the tub. There was blood all over his little chin, so we started putting pressure with towels to stop the bleeding. But there was alot of blood in his mouth, and David thought that maybe he had bit through. I attempted to give him a popsicle, hoping it would numb the pain and give him a treat, but he couldnt close his mouth around it. Then we tried a nubby to see if he would take that, and he wouldnt, so David looked. Yep, he bit right through. Fuck. Our medical insurance cards arrived just the other day, but Wade's didnt. I told him to take his card and his union card and to just do whatever they said. We are still insured til the end of the month from what I understand, so I hoped that it would all just go through and everything would be ok. He drove The Wade over to the local hossy, which I had never been to before. We always go to Redlands, but because the baby's face was bleeding he just went to this one. He said that nobody asked just how he got the injury, but they were all distracted by his red hair. From what I hear, they dont really ask much unless its a fracture or broken limb, and even then you have to keep your story straight because the doctors like to call CPS on those injuries. I asked him if they treated him differently because hes a redhead, because a redhead in my family said that she use to get treated like an anger issue. She said that as soon as she walked into the ER when she was in labor, they said "Oh shes a redhead, strap her down." He said they were nice to him and felt sorry for him. At home, Ty kept telling me that his mouth hurt, and kept scratching at his chin. The other kids were in the bathroom when it happened, but I dont know if they really knew that he was hurt, because I had them just get into the bath while we tended to the little one. "Hurt the Wade?" asked Ty. "Yes, Wade slipped and hurt his mouth so we all have to be really nice to him for the next few days." "Hurt the Wade..." "Yeah. He will be ok, hes with Daddy at the hospital and the doctors are helping him." A few hours later, he returned with four stitches. Turns out he did not bite through his lip, the inside was scraped up, but the outside cut was pretty deep. Normally they would use glue, but this was too deep so they did end up using stitches. Poor wittwe wubbers. His lip is all swolen and he looks so sad. He had a hard day. David said they made him leave the room when they did the stitches. It took two people to hold him down, hes pretty strong. Hes ok though, he gets them taken out in 5 days. Until then he gets all kinds of special treatment and hardcore spoiling. I know its just stitches, but its his face. His face! The thing he eats with! The thing he talks and says "broken" with! He gets treated differently because hes a redhead with a busted lip. When I was little we didnt go to the hospital for those kind of things. I sliced my leg open when I was 3 on a rusty nail, but thats not important. Oh and I got bit on the neck by a 16 foot reticulated python when I was 5, I was gushing blood but we didnt need doctors. My brother walked through our sliding glass door, no big deal. Its amazing, because I am all about taking the kids to the doctors when theyre sick or hurt, but I wouldnt have known to get him stitches. I couldnt see into the wound, so I really didnt know! But instead of job hunting today, David was playing Daddy in the ER. Anyway, Ive made a pretty big decision regarding my blog...if there ever were such a thing as a big decision about a blog. Im leaving MSN spaces. Yes, as of October 1st, no more new entries will appear here, and my blog will continue at Davidsdoll.com. Yeah, I know, my dot com was reserved for my Etsy store, but Ive also decided to keep Etsy mostly as a hobby for now since everything is so whack here at home, what with having the extra kid and all, but I do plan to sell lots of knit up digs this fall and winter reguardless. Anyway, I suggest that you all update your linkage. I will be posting blogs here until October 1st, but I will be reminding you all daily of the switch. Im slowly weening you, and Im doing that by mirror posting. And if you have me linked, please please update me. I have my archives moved over (no, not by copy/pasting all the entries, just by linking to the MSN permalink for each month) and many of my pals linked. If youre not linked and would like to be, leave a comment over there and Ill add you. And the order, by the way, is just the order thats in my RSS live bookmark folder, its not significant. Right now, Stacey is my #1, because the other people who were #1 have either moved blogs or no longer blog, or are upset with me, and she now resides at the top. Newer blog friends are at the bottom because thats where you get added when I RSS you. As to why I decided to move, well...its because Im tired of the Spaces dance. Like I said on my test entry of Davidsdoll.com, Ok, well Im officially tired of the crap that Spaces is putting us through. Spaces
is much like the 24 hour Walmarts. Its got a great concept behind it,
you know, having the ability to buy windex and oreos in the same place
at 3:00 in the morning, thats all well and good, except most of the
store is covered in boxes. After youre done done dodging the forklifts
and shit, youve then got to fight the other crack heads who shop at 3
AM over the only open check stand. Spaces
was great, and Im sure one day that it will BE great, but right now
theyre full of bugs, and dont even have anything all worked out before
they release it. They want you to add all of these gadgets and shit,
its not fair. And when is the last time that youve found a good MSN
spaces blog? Its all in Spanish or written by a 13 year old. Basically,
I feel that Im better than that and I want to be looked upon as such by
the other bloggers. I want people to know that Im not like the rest of
the trash on MSN Spaces, I am a whole different kind of trash, so Im
testing out Blogger. I will probably post a few mirror entries and let you
guys decide where I should stay. Once I get this thing figured out, I
plan to make this my new home. My archives will remain on Spaces though
for your viewing pleasure, but I hope to make this my new home. It use to be a great place to blog, I mean Ive been here for a year and 4 months. The problem is that whenever they update, they really fuck themselves over. They screw up the system, and everyone complains that the comments dont work, or AGAIN my blog module is invisible to the masses. Also, they want everyone to be oh so excited about these new pieces of crap that theyre adding, as if Spaces is all about craptacular modules. Actually, it is now, and thats why Im moving. Its no longer about blogging, its all becoming so very Myspacie. Its getting all junky, and Im just done. I dont want to fight the bugs, so Im moving. Im still figuring out Blogger though so thats why Im giving it time. Feel free to comment either blog for the next few days, including today. (And if youve been hindered from commenting here in the past, I expect to hear from you, and I know who you are...) Anyway, when I was at my sisters house, I picked a big bag of her fresh home grown ryan sun peaches. I wanted to try canning them but after Sue explained it to me, I decided that it sounded hard. Instead, I think Ill make peach cobbler. "Oh man I HATE peach cobbler!" "Then dont eat it." "No thats not fair, I want to eat something. Make jelly." "We dont have the stuff to make jelly." "Dont make cobbler, like seriously." "What do you have against cobbler?" "Its gross!" "Ok, when is the last time you had cobbler?" "I was like...12 or something." "Ok and who made it, your mom or some crappy cook at Denny's?" "I think it was at a church thing." "Ok see? Theres your problem right there. People who attend church cant cook, so let me show you how its done." Ive never made it myself, but I am fully confident that this will be delicious. Furthermore, Ive invented my own recipe based off of two other ones, so this could be wild. However, if it works then weve got another recipe for the cookbook. Anyway, if you cant leave comments here, hop over to my new blog because this post is also over there. Ill try not to come back tomorrow and tell you that something caught fire...oh wait...theres still two fires happening near my house...ok, Ill try not to tell you about a flood. But who knows anymore... September 17 Cut Ties With All The Lies That Youve Been Living InCurrent Temp: 69 Current Mood:   Someone was calling my cell phone at about 5:30 this morning. It was Jen. I had missed the call, and there was a voice message, so I listened, assuming it was her saying the house was broken into or something with her car. Actually, it was an officer. "Hello, this is Officer Herrera, Im looking for Jessie, maam if you could call us back we need to speak to you regarding your brother, please call our station at (number.) Thank you." Then all the text messages show up from Jen. Three of them. Jessie please answer when they call. Ah jeez, he got himself arrested, right? I only wish it were that simple. I called Jen back. "Your brother is standing up on a bridge by Universal Studios and hes getting ready to jump." "Um..." "*sigh* He was all up on his King Stuart shit today I guess is what his friends told me, and he took off by himself in the middle of the night and now hes on a bridge asking for a preist and his lawyer." "A preist?" "He wants to talk to god." "Oh. Um...why do they want to talk to me?" "They need to ask you about Aurora." "Well what about Aurora?" "I dont know, but just call them ok?" "Yeah...will do." Remember the other day when I said that whatever shred is left of his sanity is out the winda'? What further proof do you need? "Hello this is Officer Herrera, is this Jessie?" "Yes it is...whats going on with my brother?" "Well, hes standing here on a bridge ready to jump, uh...the bridge isnt very high but if he did jump he could really hurt himself and possibly even kill himself, but uh...the reason Im calling is regarding his daughter." "Yeah." "Is she ok?" "Um...shes sleeping, shes not aware that this is happening or anything, and shes like...two? She doesnt-" "Maam the reason I ask is because he doesnt feel that shes safe there, and Im going to be sending Beaumont PD to your house to verify that shes there and that she is infact safe." "Um...shes sleeping." "I realize maam, we just need to verify that shes there. Hes not convinced that shes safe, so we are going to be checking that shes there." "Uh...ok...come on over?" "And uh...do you know anything about his mental health?" "Um...well...I dont know that hes not mentally ill. Hes never been mentally evaluated but if he were, I dont know what they would find. Basically youre dealing with an individual who just lost his mother a month ago, hes had some marital issues within the past 6 months, and hes had his daughter in protective custody for 2 months now." "And youve been her caretaker the whole time?" "Yes sir." "Ok and is she safe there?" "Safe? Yeah shes safe...Im afraid Im confused as to why you keep asking about her safety, I dont follow..." "Well maam hes very concerned that shes in danger of someone coming to take her, do you know of anyone who would try to take her?" "Oh no. Oh no...uh...Officer, Im afraid that my brother is referring to his government conspiracy stuff, and um...youre going to have a hard time talking him down from that." "Government conspiracy?" "Well has he asked you to call him King Richard?" "As a matter of fact he did." "Ok. Hes probably concerned because he somewhat believes...well...that his daughter is Jesus, that hes some kind of king, and that hes...well...I dont know what he believes." "So, do you believe that he is going to give us a hard time at all getting him down?" "Alright listen, hes going to give you some major lip officer, be ready for it. He believes that our local police are run by the KKK, he has major issues with government employees, and everyone is out to get him. You might also watch out if he starts talking about the Freemasons, thats who he thinks is coming to take his daughter." "Thats who he believes is after her? " "Because he believes that they know about this so called 'bloodline' and theyre going to destroy her to protect the secret or something, Im not entirely sure." "And his mental state is..." "I dont know officer, but obviously hes not well right now." "Ok well I will call you if I have any more questions, thank you very much for your time." Oh. My. God. What in the FUCK is wrong with him? I had always suspected that most of his bullshit was fueled by hot air, but now...ugh...he does really believe this. Jen thinks the stress got to him, but I think hes just trying to justify to his own mind how serious he is about this. Hes willing to die for what he believes, and I just dont think hes in a well enough mental state to be making decisions like that. Now, this could all be a real suicide, he could really be pushed over the edge enough to well...go over the edge. Or, it could be a huge attention whore thing, or even his own little "publicity stunt." In his mind, if he can just convince some officers of what is true, maybe he could get Rory back and protect her. In the real world, when youre up on a bridge ranting and raving about Jesus, they only pretend to take you seriously until they can talk you down. Then they put you in a mental ward and give you some nice pills to suck on. You know, if Jesus comes back, we will just lock him up, right? Whos going to beleive that shit? My mother made him crazy. She fed him bullshit and he believes it all. Did I ever tell you that my mom thought there were people in the trees wearing leaf suits? Did I ever tell you that she lived in our laundry room for 2 years? She thought there were silent invisible helicopters that hovered over our house. And Aurora is the son of god now. Its seven-something now, the Beaumont PD hasnt shown up, and Officer Herrera called me back. "Hi maam, now...how did he get down here?" (Hes about an hour and 20 minutes from home.) "Ok...his mother in law gave him the keys to her truck." "Ok do you know why hes here?" "As far as I can tell you, its my understanding that he is there to talk to an ex business partner, I think he wanted to talk about getting back into the business." "Ok so this red truck here is his mother in laws?" "Yeah." "And is he supposed to be driving?" "No. He is epileptic and he got his licence pulled about 3 years ago or something like that." "So he has seizures?" "I guess he does, Ive never seen it at all." "Does he have any medication for that?" "Yes, he has a doctors note to smoke marijuana. I dont know how much he smokes a day though." "Does he own any guns?" "Not...to...my knowledge." "Thank you maam, I will call you again if I have any further questions." "Ok Officer, thank you." 7:45 am and an officer from the LAPD calls me. "Hi, is this Jessie?" "Yes it is." "Hi Im Sgt. Whoever from the LAPD, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about your brother." "Sure." "Ok...hes saying that his brother is a police officer, is this correct?" "Uuuuuum...noooo? We dont have a brother whos a cop." "None whatsoever?" "Well we have a long lost brother in Oregon but I dont think hes a cop. I dont know that he isnt, but I dont believe he is." "Ok so there are no police in your family?" (I have a distant inlaw whos a sheriff, but Richard doesnt know him.) "Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Officer? I think hes referring to my husband who is GOING to be a CHP or PD or Sheriff in a few years. Hes not yet a cop or anything close to it, hes not even begun the process." "So your husband is not a cop, but you think thats who hes referring to? Can I have his name please?" "David T-e-r-w-i-l-l-i-g-e-r." "Ok and do you know why he would be saying that?" "I have no idea why hes saying anything, but all I can tell you is that he has used my husband before to get out of tickets, he tells the officer that his brother in law is either a CHP or in CHP training and they let him go." "And your husband is not a cop..." "No, but he is going to apply in about a year." "Ok and if we need to speak to David we can reach him at this number?" "Yes sir." "Ok thank you." "Thank you." Beaumont PD still hasnt shown up. The fire planes are circling. I should really call my sister. Its 8:30 and nobody has still shown up. I thought Beaumont cops were normally bored and shit. Maybe theyre dealing with fire junk. I called my sister, shes suprised. Im going to her house to do laundry today... Well, its over. its 7:30 at night and Im home after a long day. They finally talked him down from the bridge around nine something this morning and took him to the hospital. I dont know if its a hospital or a "hothpithal." Pretty sure its the padded rooms and big hug yourself coats sort of place, but Im not sure. The people there called my sister for some family history and wanted to know what kind of wacko theyre dealing with, and she told them basically what Ive been saying from the begenning, that hes really high up on this government stuff and its just pretty much gone too far. I guess they want to keep him for 24 hours, but truth be told, Jen wants him put away longer. I think hes fried. Jen thinks hes fried too. Personally, and now...I dont like medications, but I think he needs to be medicated, only because its better than whatever is in him. Thats a big statement coming from me, because I really really dont like to medicate people unless its for pain. The truly crazy should be medicated, and I stand by that. And I believe he is truly crazy. Then again Im not a doctor, just a sizemologist mostly. He called my sister later on and wanted his psyc. eval. papers sent from his lawyer to the loony bin so he can be released. According to him, he aparantly wasnt trying to commit suicide, but the security guards (what security guards?) were going to jump him, and I dont know if he called 911 or if the "security guards" called 911 on him. I think I recall something about "them looking for someone to call 911 on." Yeah, because security guards are that bored that they just look for innocent people to pick on. Innocent people in parking lots at 2 in the morning wanting to talk to god, if there really were any guards. And brother dear, if it wasnt suicide, then why did it take 6 hours for them to coax you down off the bridge? So, lets just say that someone calls the cops on me because Im outside talking to god. An officer shows up, so being NOT crazy, I would do which of the following: A. Tell the officers Im fine, apologize for loitering, and be on my way B. Hop up on the nearest bridge When my sister was talking to the nice men in white coats, they told her that she didnt sound suprised. You know, my first reaction was God Damnit, as it usually is. I always imagined that the end of my brother would have a high speed chase in it. Although standing on a bridge for six hours, now thats good crazy right there. You know, I was watching COPS last night, because Im trashy like that, and there was a guy who put an uncapped syrenge in his anus to hide it from the cop. They found it ofcorse, and the cop says something to him that Ill never forget. "Sir, you put something in your butt to hide it from police. Dont you think that maybe when youre putting things in your butt to hide them from cops, that maybe youve hit rock bottom?" The same thing goes for standing on a bridge for 6 hours. When they have to hire negotiating teams to talk you down off your high horse, its time to just maybe have a glass of warm milk and think about things for a minute. Think before you do things. And the worst part is that when he tells this story later, it will be all about how everyone was so nice to him, and they didnt think he was crazy but they were just following protocol, and he gave his flyers for his favorite internet conspiracy sites to a few of the cops and everyone loved him. He wasnt going to jump, that was his stage, he was telling jokes! Whatever bullshit he comes up with, I wont believe him. Im sorry, I spoke with the officers. It was pretty clear to me what was happening. I dont think his psyc evals will do him any good at this point. Other than that, our first suspicious fire was out this morning, but just today ANOTHER suspicious fire happened down the street from us. This one was closer, and boy it sure does smell like char out there. We left our window open all day and it stinks really bad, I dont think Ill ever have enough Febreze to get rid of it on the furnature. He also went shooting today...he did pretty damn good. He also shot his Staters name tag.  Its a little low, but you should have seen his target. All the holes were where they should have been. Ooooooh yeah... Actually, Ive mistakenly made fun of his aim and Ive found myself in a duel. Im going a'shootin. I had to open my mouth. "Are you sure you trust me around the guns? The crazy runs in the family you know..." "GOD DAMNIT! Stop saying things like that! Theres no need for it!" "Excuse me? This is how I cope! I make really innapropriate jokes, you knew that when you married me. Besides, you dont know what Im going through, has YOUR brother ever been up on a bridge for six hours?" "Probably." "Yeah...true." Then we went to his parents house, and I guess my mother in law's funky throat thing is really bad. We had to leave early because she was NOT feeling good at all. I feel bad, it sucks, and she might have surgery but I think she will be ok. Look, I dont have alot else to write about today, but I do have a video of my new kitchen contraption. Its an apple peeler correr cutter thingymajig. Its like 10 years old and not as modern looking as the new ones, but its waaaay cooler. I could close this by saying something innapropriate, but... September 16 Da Beaumont, Da Beaumont, Da Beaumont's On FIYA! (Now With Video)Current Temp: 70
Current Mood:  In celebrity news, because 80% of the google search hits to my blog have been for "Suri Cruise" or "Brittneys baby," I will tell you that Brittney named her kid Sutton Pierce. What the fuck? And check this out, its a really offensive Mel Gibson drunk driver game. I say its offensive because theres Jewish music in the background and a rabi who throws stars at you...oh and you get to run down state troopers. But if youre up for a laugh... I havent heard from Jen in a few days. Ive decided not to call her either. Now, she was fired, yes...but there are two sides to every story. Jen does sleep alot, I mean Ive mentioned before about her blaming Rory for keeping HER up all night, that Rory is the insomniac, but Ive had Rory for 2 months now, and I think the latest shes ever been up was 11, and she sleeps through till about 7 in the morning. Most of the time I can get them both down around 8 or 9, so thats not bad AT ALL. Well, Jen's shifts were starting at like 9 in the morning, and it is really hard for her to wake up. Mainly because she stays up until 6. Sometimes shes being productive, and sometimes shes just fighting with my brother or something random like that. The other day her lawyer told her that the CPS people were going to do a suprise inspection on their house, didnt know when, but they would more than likely drop by before the trial. Cookie used the money her husband left her to completley gut the place, I mean she is putting down new carpet, new paint, new tile, everything. I know that Jen was going to be there painting the apartment all this week so they could get the house ready for inspection, and the day that she was asked to turn in her plastic name badge and hokey tie, she may have been up too late that night painting. I havent talked to her, but David did, and she told him that she was going to call Lee and try to get her job back. She told him that she was "trying not to get angry." Shes in anger management now, and really trying to improve herself and work on her temper. Infact, shes been trying to get into these classes for a while, a few months before Rory was taken, so this isnt just to please the courts. Ive decided to let her call me because well...I dont know that shes ok. She keeps telling me that she feels like shes being tested, and that something is working against her. I dont think its a test, I think its just life. I think that it finally just all caught up with her that she has to be an adult, and things suck when youre a growed-up. Its a terrible lesson for anyone to have to learn, but here we are, right? Living in the grown up world and getting up in time to go to work. But like David said, "CPS is hard to work with, and ultimatley theyre the reason she lost her job, because she was probably stressing to get the house clean." Thats another theory. However, I did ask my pal David to tell me some dirt on the store...fucker's got nothin'. The store is clean as a whistle mostly. No vermon, no weird bugs or mold...just a few minor things I would like to tell the Staters shoppers (and random googlers) about. 1. Never buy the seafood at the Beaumont Stater Bros. The woman who runs the seafood department will order too much of the sale item, say an entire palate of king crab. They sell two king crabs. So she freezes them, then 6 months later trys to sell them again. She orders too much of everything, and will try to sell you the stuff that expires TODAY, but not tell you that its expiring. Also, David once sliced open a trout and found a long clear wiggly worm in it. Stater Bros seafood is questionable at best, because when things turn green, they just mark it down and sell it to some sucker. 2. When it comes to dropping entire trays of expensive meat, David says that he was trained to throw it away, but was "told" to pick it up and sell it. 3. If you care, the milk box (the fridge that they keep the milk and juice in) is covered in spilled rotting juice and milk and such, but it doesnt much matter to you since it doesnt effect what you buy. 4. The service deli at the Stater Bros located in Beaumont is on the health departments shit list. Imagine a floor covered in grease, food left out too long, a girl who stores her belt where they put the cheese, nobody has food handlers permits (which the meat department does have) chicken thats been frozen so long that they dont know how old it is, and food being left under the heat lamps overnight. Just a few of the many reasons that you should question the deli. Other than that, its an excellent place to shop. It is not, however, an excellent place to work...not anymore. Pre strike, it was great. Then they fucked up the pay and changed the rules around. Its really hard to get an advancement there. So shop there, but dont work there. And frankly, Im not all that impressed with the union thing, but meh. Halloween is coming up, did you know that? Ive known for a while, because I reeeeeeally like this time of year. Its been so crispy cool here and Im getting excited. I get to bake more and such, and play dress up with the chilluns for their costumes. I love doing themes you know, like last year when we did the chef and the lobster...  This year since we will probably still have Rory, and even if we dont we will probably trick or treat all together we are doing it Neverland style. Thats right, Wade will be Peter Pan, Ty will be Captian Hook and Rory will be Tink. And because I like to be fair, we will ofcorse leave an unguarded bowl of candy outside for the kids who come by. Oh youre calling me stupid? Whats that? The little shits will steal the whole bowl? I beg to differ. Let me tell you something, people behave alot differently when you put a sign up saying theres a camera watching them. How do I know this? Because we did it last year and we came home to a few pieces of candy still in our bowl. It was an experiment really, and it worked. And now that Im more familiar with using video hosting sites and editing clips and what not, I do infact have...yes...the footage of last years Halloween candy bowl. I give you... This is one of those ones that you should really sit and let load if youre on a slow connection, its well worth it to see my neighbor reach out for the candy a few times, then decide not to take it because hes scared of the camera. And comment and rate it, I plan for this to become a trend this year. Maybe it will be on the news or something...that would be awesome. Or maybe some parent will get angry with me because I put videos of their kids trick or treating on the internet. Oh well, most of them are wearing masks anyway, who cares. Its only perverted or wrong if you take pictures of them duking on your porch...which actually, if some kid DID duke on my porch I would want video of it to show the police...somehow I think that would backfire though. (no pun intended.) I love video blogging though, I have to say that I wasnt much into it because I like writing more, but my good friend Connie does so many cute videos and it just makes it like bonus material. Its like the unrated Jerry Springer. Have any of you ever rented any of those? Or bought them? I never have, I think Ive watched the show a few times, but it mostly gets annoying after a while. Plus I dont think I WANT to see some of those people nekkid. Eew. Unfortunatley, I dont have video, but I do have pictures of the fire that is about 3/4 of a mile from my house. I know...scary right? Im not worried, we have plenty of fire breaks between us and the flames, like the high school and the park. Theyll burn before us. And it looks like its burning over where a couple of Beaumont's finest sex offenders reside so score one for us! David was on location at his little recycling center about a block from here, putting him 3 blocks from the fire when he took these pics.    The problem though is that I cant get any official information on it right now because Blowmont is so small. They might mention it if it burns for more than a few hours tonight on the 10:00 news. Maybe I should be a tipster? Well...even without being a tipster, my MIL told me that its between Cherry Valley (upper Beaumont) and heading toward Calimesa. Basically, the road we take to get to their house is on fire. "Good luck with that" I told her. Theres alot of horse property there, infact she said she has friends in there...church folk I assume...but theres also lots of cows and other mooing livestalk over yonder. Im also very worried about the squad of little shetland ponies over there. You know, those teenie tiny little horses that can be seeing eye animals? Theres a whole pack of them over there, and I would be terribly upset should something happen to the little fuckers. Luckily, her friend's horsies are ok, and the fire is heading away from them all. Its now heading for Calimesa, but its on the opposite side of the freeway from my brother Rob. Its mostly good, except for the people who live on the side where the fire is. It sucks for them. Anyway, I plan to do alot more videos. The one problem I have is that my digi cam takes quicktime movies, and I cant use quicktime for Windows Movie Maker. Ive found converters, but quicktime is very hard to convert. It seems that it skips around a bunch and the sound doesnt convert right. Im working on obtaining Quicktime Pro, which will aparantly allow me to edit the videos myself through there...we shal see. The reason I have to edit some of them is because sometimes they are too large. That pisses me off when that happens. Yesterday my preview copy of my book came in the mail. (Yeah IN YOUR FACE cocksucking troll.) Im not completley happy with it and Im revising it. Its just mainly minor stupid stuff, like the fucking typo that I missed on the back page...damnit. But it exists, and its going to be ready to buy soon. Its so exciting though! And I think I like this publisher for the most part, although I do want a few things fixed, they are pretty good. This one was mainly a test, but Ill be making more books, youll see. I will keep you posted. For now, I have to go. Im acting as legal council for my friend the stripper. She works in a fully nude club and refuses to show her cookie, and she was fired because of it. This is the place that allows prostitution and such, so Im working on the case. Trust me, Im pretty much a lawyer. *UPDATE: This is what I got from the 10:00 news. We were the first story! September 15 Ive Had All I Can Stands And I Can Stands No MoreCurrent Temp: 59 Current Mood: Stater Bro's Markets 21700 Barton Rd Colton, CA 92324
To whom it may concern:
I am writing you regarding the service and treatment that I have received and continue to receive by the workers at your store #173, located at 1430 Beaumont Avenue, in Beaumont. I am married to a former Stater Bro's employee, who was with your company from February of 2004 to September 17th, 2006. His reason for leaving was somewhat related to the behavior and the attitude of the stores employees, but I would like to alert you of your employees behavior toward me as a customer, as I feel that if it is Stater Bro's policy to treat customers this way, an overhaul in the training program is necessary. I should hope that the employees were not trained this way, but made these poor decisions of their own accord. I am writing this now because I feel that had I notified someone while my husband was still employed by your company, he would have received severe repercussions. My husband worked as a courtesy clerk from December of 04 until February of 06 when he was promoted to meat clerk at store #173. Previously he worked at Store #43 in Rialto and Store #86 in Beaumont. I was very excited about the brand new store built in Beaumont, it was very nice, very clean, and not too far from home. My husband was transferred there from #86 not too long after it opened. The first disturbing incident occurred when I was shopping a few days after I had just given birth to our second son. Because I had both of our children with me and was still weak from childbirth, I asked my husband, who was working at the time, to help me lift something heavy into my cart. He was in the area I was shopping in at the time. My husband was then called up to the managers office and told that he was not allowed to help me. My husband came back and informed me of this. When the manager, who is no longer at this store, came down from the office, I spoke with him and told him about my situation and he informed me that I was NOT a customer, and was not granted the same services that actual customers have because I am married to an employee. I asked him if it was possible for me to have another clerk help me and he told me that I would be wasting time, that the store was busy and all box help needed to be up front. I continued my shopping, but wasn't able to get all of the items that I needed. I should hope that it isn't store policy to treat a disabled person differently just because they are married to one of your employees. While shopping at store #173 over the past year and a half I have also experienced very rude and unprofessional behavior from several store employees, including checkers and clerks throughout the store. For example, a woman named Sherri who works as a checker, would address my husband about me while I was standing next to him, such as asking in an extremely condescending tone, "Is your WIFE 21?" She also said things like "Tell your WIFE that the total is (insert dollar amount)." I have a hard time understanding why I could not have been addressed, and why I wasn't directly told the total. I don't see why she would have to ask him to tell me the total, as I thought her job was to serve me, the customer. Another checker who's name tag reads "Row-zee" asked fairly personal questions while I was checking out alone one day, such as why I feel that its ok that I "get to stay home" while my husband "works so hard to support our family." I am a stay at home parent by choice, and I don't feel that I need to justify why we choose this arrangement to the person who is checking my groceries. She asked me questions about when I planned to go back to work, and shook her head in disbelief when I told her that I wouldn't be returning to work. She then proceeded to tell me that I needed to get back to work in order to allow my husband to attend college. Again, I don't understand why the person who is checking my groceries is asking me these questions. I'm sure that there are a lot of stay at home parents who shop in this store, and I wonder if she asks these questions to them as well. As I was leaving, she began discussing me with the next customer in line. I was outraged. The following day my husband overheard Miss Row-zee speaking to the employees in the service deli, she said quote "He cant go to college because she's too lazy and she has too many fucking kids." When my husband approached her and asked her not to speak about his personal life, she informed him that she would say whatever she wanted to whoever she wanted. I find it unacceptable to speak about customers in such a manner, especially while on the clock. Do you pay your employees to insult your customers? Oh that's right, I'm not a customer, so I am fair game. Is this what I should be led to believe? An incident occurred recently with a checker who's name I did not catch where she asked me about my age. I was purchasing my sons birthday cake, and she asked how old I was. Before I could answer, the man in line behind me jumped in and told the checker that it was none of her business, and "you never ask the customer questions like that." The checker smiled at him and told him, "Its ok, her husband works here, she's one of us." The attitude that I am not a customer lives and breathes in this store currently, even after the manager who first told me this "fact" is gone. Another incident where I feel that an employee mistreated me was about six weeks ago. I was almost through with my shopping when I was approached by Arlen, the janitor. Apparently my bag of pretzels had exploded and had spilled throughout the store. Mr. Arlen caught up with me and told me that I had been leaking pretzels, and that he had to sweep them up all over the store. He was quite upset. I apologized, and he proceeded to tell me that I should really be more careful, because I had spilled pretzels on every aisle. He told me several times that he has had to sweep up this mess on every aisle, and didn't understand why I didn't notice this. He kept me from my shopping for a good minute and a half to reprimand for the mess that I had accidentally made, and then didn't even offer to get me a new bag of pretzels. I understand that it is policy to find the cart that is making the mess, such as with spilled milk or sugar, but is it policy to confront the customer about the incident and make them feel unwelcome? Or am I not a customer? I am still confused on that issue, because its my understanding that as long as you are paying for something in the store, you're a customer. Even if my husband were shopping, he is still a customer as long as he is buying something, correct? Especially when we are putting his Stater's paycheck right back into the company that we have been loyal to for years. I've been in a Stater's family for 23 years, and both of our extended families are loyal to the store. We would never dream of shopping at another store, and we follow union rules and do not shop at Walmart or any non-union stores, however I am feeling very put out by store #173's employees and should hope that I wouldn't need to switch stores based on these many incidents. I've experienced behavior from a few of your side departments that make me consider no longer shopping at your store though. In the Service Deli, a woman named Felicia sat on the counter as I approached the deli to get some cheese. I asked her to help me and she continued to sit on the counter and stare into space. I asked her again and she asked someone else to help me. A woman named Jennifer came out and helped me and asked Miss Felicia to get off the counter, and mentioned something about needing to help the customers. Again I was treated like garbage when Miss Felicia told Miss Jennifer that it didn't matter anyway because I wasn't really a customer. Miss Jennifer was very polite and helped me with my cheese and apologized for Miss Felicia. I have also experienced "less than customer" behavior by a woman named Kim in the meat department. If I was shopping with my husband, she would approach him and discuss work with him. She would talk to him about something wrong that he did, or wasn't to her liking in a very rude and loud tone. She was not friendly at all, and I feel that these things could have been discussed while he was on the clock, not in the store shopping. On many other occasions, Miss Kim was less than kind to me, including turning her back to me while I was asking for help and having someone else help me and then going into the back. I passed her a few weeks ago when I was walking in front of the meat counter to go to the meat case, and she put her hands on her hips and gave me a very dirty look, one that a meat clerk should not be giving a customer, if I ever were one, which I get the feeling that I am NOT a customer in this store. If I am not a customer, then why would I continue to shop there? Convenience mostly. Also, another problem that I had in the meat department was with John. Mr John thought that it was appropriate to talk to me for 5 minutes before getting me what I asked for out of the case. I was not interested in talking to him, I had young children with me, yet he proceeded to tell me things such as that he is my husbands boss (he is actually in the same position as my husband, not in a position of management whatsoever) and that he tells my husband what to do and he has to listen, and told me about how he was going to be making more money soon because he was leaving Stater's for another company. Mr John is notorious for making sexual remarks about the customers, and for being a very promiscuous man, and I believe that these statements he made to me were not just small talk. I would also have appreciated my order right away instead of being talked to for several minutes before getting what I came for. My husband told me that many of the male employees would approach him and ask him about my breasts. This once happened after I was in the store the night before alone, and asked a group of courtesy clerks where an item was located in the store, and they all scuffled around and then told me the wrong aisle. Because I am not a customer, I'm open to having your employees make sexual remarks about my body, is this correct? Its what I've been led to believe for about a year and a half now. However, I did experience excellent service from a few employees, and was treated less like a customer and more like an old friend, which is far more welcoming. I would like to say that Ben in the meat department was a very polite individual, and continues to be to this day. He addresses me by my married name, and even if I don't stop at the meat department, he will seek me out and wave as I walk past and say hello. Also, Barb, who I believe is the price changer, has always been very kind and will ask about my kids, then proceed to show me pictures of her grandkids.. Lori, the florist, has been more than pleasant to me on many occasions. If these people didn't see me as a customer, they obviously saw me as something more, and they should be aware of my satisfaction with their positive attitudes. I should also say that visiting the bakery department has always been a great experience, as well as the produce department, which is always very clean, full of fresh produce, and almost always has something new for me to try. In closing I would like to state that I would appreciate that this behavior, or "policy" be looked into, as I plan to continue shopping at this location. I am remaining anonymous, however I know that if and when this letter is read by the above mentioned names as well as the store manager, my identity will not be hard to figure out. However, I hope that being made aware of their inappropriate behavior will prompt them to treat me better as a customer who's husband no longer works for the company, and may possibly bring some of them to apologize personally. I am a loyal Stater Brothers shopper and wish to continue my loyalty, and I hope that in the future, spouses of employees are not treated in the manner in which I was treated in during the year and a half in question. I realize that everyone is human, but that people need to maintain a professional attitude when dealing with customers, which I now officially am since my husband has left your company. Thank you for your time. You know that old rhyme, "No more somethings no more books, no more teachers dirty looks..." or however? Do they make one for quitting grocery stores full of ass whacks and shit loving jaded bitter joy crushers? I tried to find the right song to express the assholish behavior of Stater Brothers Store #173, and the best I could come up with was Blue Monday...ofcorse I used the String Quartet Tribute to Blue Monday, which if youre in Internet Explorer and have your speakers on and a decent connection, you can hear riiiiiight now. Everyone has angry music, right? The kind that reminds you of your psycho ex boyfriend, or your boss, or your inlaws...the like? I had alot to choose from based on lyrics and meanings, I thought about Dizzy, by Orgy, but the lyrics were a bit innapropriate. "
You're just another pretty face Yeah...it didnt fit right anyway. I also thought about "I Hope You Die" by The Bloodhound Gang. "I hope your cellmate thinks hes god
Nah...thats really more of a breakup song. Come on...whats your favorite fuck you song? I know you all have them, so share them with me! Id of used one of David's fuck you songs, but Im afraid that...well this is his favorite band's myspace page. Sit back and enjoy the screaming and cymbal crashes. Do you see why I say that I can tell how bad society is getting by how bad his music is? This is ofcorse my favorite bands myspace, which is in contrast, embarassing. But I am still interested in hearing what you listen to when youre pissed. And who do you think of when you hear certain songs? And I dont want no love songs, and how that one makes you cry because it reminds you of him, I want tasteless lyrics, naughty words, cymbal crashes, hidden meanings, spill em. This is David's last day at Staters and I want to throw him a little angry music party when he comes home damnit...come on, PISS ME OFF! Hes gunna drink a beer, and probably curse alot, maybe even break something. And I want you to play along at home, curse, yell and drink tonight. Break your mom's expensive vase. Its all ok, I give you permission to be mad as hell. Infact, as you raise the expensive vase over your head, I want you to yell, "Im mad as hell and Im not going to take it any longer!" Yes, just like that. But now that hes between second jobs, Im going to spam you and force you all to buy my knit up digs. And David has decided to turn to art to maybe help us get by. Watch David create a masterpiece! Yes, watch and enjoy that video, then buy my knit up digs. Fall is here and its in the 60's down here in Blowmont...you know you want a snuggly scarfie pie. Dont argue with me about this, I am your mother and you will bundle up before leaving the house. Yes, that means you cant go outside until the package gets there, you must wait breathlessly by the door for the fe-mail-man until your knit up digs arrive. Oh and I accept paypal now. And if youd like a bit of irony thrown in, Jen was fired today from #173. Why? Because she kept coming in late, and they dont tollerate that kind of bullshit, but they will tollerate some assholes being assholes to customers. Fantastic. And heres a random meme from my cosmic twin Sue. (By the way, Ty was very excited about the poster you sent him Sue, he got to stay up an extra 15 minutes tonight to color it.) Never again in my life: will I make the mistake of trusting someone just because they are related to me.
High School was: only fun because of band, the rest was unfair, trivial and fake September 14 Short People Got No Reason To LiveCurrent Temp: 66  Current Mood:  A tribute to television this week at Stuff Portrait Friday... 1. Your TV  No cable, and hardly ever on. We enjoy such shows as The Simpsons, the news, Greys Anatomy and Desperate Housewives all through a thick layer of static. 2. Your show  I thought about doing "My (middle) Name Is Pearl" but then I broke the sink and David fixed it and there was plumbers crack and it was funny and I took pictures, so this is what I came up with. And I gave it a Bob The Builder like theme song and he didnt like that, which explains the quote. 3. New member of the cast  Ive had lots of cast members appear and dissapear in my blog throughout the past year and a half, but I think that it would be cool if Gary Busey was one of David's regulars. Infact, Id like to replace my brother with Gary Busey, because when Gary Busey says stuff like Rory is the Messiah, and that there are aliens, and that there are tiny cameras in the soda machines, its funny. When my real brother says it, its just crazy talk. How weird is it that you remember everything as being bigger, then when you grow up you wonder why you thought it was so big? One thing is for sure, Chauntel, or as shes now known, Chawny has never been very big. Her mother was never very big either. But its when I saw her mom for the first time in 10 years last night that I realized just how small this woman is. Chawny, David, and I were bored and looking for something to do. She mentioned that her mom got this hilaious softcore porno version of Pirates of the Carribean. She said it had a stupid plot, no real nudity, but chicks with swords that say "Ill tell you what to do, you can GET DOWN THERE AND LICK IT!" This sounded promising, because pirate porn is filarious, or atleast I imagine it to be. Crystal lives in Calimesa, so Chawny and I drove over there to pick it up. Yeah, we are all pretty much comfortable enough with eachother that we can drive to Chawny's mom's house to pick up porn at 11:00 at night. No biggie...its softcore anyway. Even if we were over there to borrow the 20 minute VHS that Crystal has of these guys with glow in the dark condoms on their dicks who run around to the music of Star Wars, and as their dicks are flipping around, someone has edited in light saber noises...it wouldnt be weird or uncomfortable. Youll have to trust me. It wasnt the house that I remember her in, this was a house that they bought some time after that, but I remember the same stuff. The random clutter, the smokey smell, her dad's pot, only I didnt see the paintings that Crystal use to do of Disney movies. This woman could have been an artist for Disney, I mean these paintings looked real. Aparantly those all hang in the bathroom, and the house is now decorated in gothic fairies and junk. Crystal was in her bedroom on her bed, and she heard us come in. "Jessie's here mom, come say hi!" She hopped off the bed and all I could think was WOW. 
Thats Crystal and Chawny, I got that pic from her myspace. Chawny is just slightly taller than her mom, which was always a goal of hers. I would say that Crystal is maybe 4'7", maybe 4'8" if I wanted to give her the bennefit of the doubt. I am 5'9" so we all look really strange together. Chawny and I have never matched, and Ill tell you here and now that it never mattered. We got made fun of alot, you know, being called The Keebler Elf and The Jolly Green Giant, seems how she was always ALWAYS small and I was always ALWAYS tall, and after taking pictures with her last night I think I may have figured out why we dont have any pictures together from when we were little...its because we look rediculous together. There were a few pictures that we took together standing up, and I just couldnt use them. They were just too damn awkward, because I look like Im 7 feet tall and she looks...well...tiny. Also, Chawny is only 76 pounds. Ive got about 100 pounds on her...how do you think that makes me look? We sat down for pictures and they turned out better. As we were leaving, Crystal suggested that we all get together and do a girls night. Ok, Im awkward enough in public as it is, lets give me a couple of dwarf women and see how fucking stupid we look walking into a bar. Its a walking joke! "So an amazon, a midget, and a stripper walk into a bar..." Oh wait, I just remembered...Im an ordained minister. That only adds to it. I crack short jokes at her all the time, and she doesnt mind it. I asked her why, and she said "Because you dont do it to be a jerk." "Yes I do." But if youve ever wanted to see a small chick stare daggers at you, say something shitty about her height. I gurantee that she will either make you feel smaller than her, or she will straight out kick your ass. For example, you know those little shrunken bottles and cans of soda? She was drinking one at her work one day, and one of the girls comes up to her and says, "Ooooh, youre drinking a little bottle of Dr Pepper, is it because youre tiny?" Enter the glair of death. Exit the big mouthed dancer. She said that shes been at the club, and she will ask someone if they want a dance, and the guy will ask her if shes even out of highschool yet. "Yeeeah?" Atleast thats comforting. She said shes never had a perve like that though that likes how young she looks. Shes had guys offer to pay her $1000 bucks to go dukie on their chest, but never one who wanted to pretend that she was 13. (Shes never duked on anyone by the way, shes not a prostitute, but if youre interested in that kind of thing, there is a girl at her club who will do that sort of thing for you.)
My favorite magazine came in the mail today, oddly enough its the only food magazine that I subscribe to and its FREE (because I love free) Kraft Food And Family. Ive actually been kindof burnt out on cooking lately, I suppose youd call it cookers block. I never know what to make, and I never seem to have food to make...but I do, I just dont know HOW to prepare it, and I think its because we have stopped buying beef. We live on chicken and ground turkey. Hes not into fish so we dont do alot of that, and ever since I read about a pig who saved his owners life I feel sad eating pork chops. Oh Ill still eat bacon and ham, but pork chops seem more violent. Hes decided that he likes lamb though, and he says he would submit to trying rabbit...anyone have any opinions on rabbit? I see it at the store sometimes. Oh, and aparantly we have access to aligator, but it seems like too low of a life form to eat. Anyway, I love Food and Family because it gives David and I an opportunity to look through it and pick out yummy things to eat. Yes, I have cook books, but this is smaller and more geared toward people like us who dont have a plethora of ingredients on hand all the time, and who have to feed alot of people, and some of the eaters are picky. (Namely me.) We peruse through the pages and make some lists based on what luuks guuud, and this evening when he gets off at the recycling center we will go shopping together, and lovingly pick the ingredients by hand. Well, actually this is how shopping for us goes... Imagine a fire truck cart billowing with small children. We stop at the bakery and get them their free cookie, and head into the deli aisle. All is well through the dairy, the soda aisle, but by the time we hit the meat the kids are starting to climb out of their seats and David is scrambling to put them back in. I offer an idea, and suggest something. "Oh, how about I make my bean soup this week?" "NO, thats disgusting, I dont like that. No. I wont eat it." "Ok...well how about..." "No." When we do things his way, we walk out of there with no food. Ive learned to make him surrender his opinion, and as I occasionally ask him about his prefrance of cereal or something, I will also not actually listen to him if he says he doesnt like something. David will eat ANYTHING with the exception of spinich and lasagne, I know that, so I know that his no's are bullshit. Besides, when I buy it and make it, he always takes the first bite and says "mmmm" then slurps the rest down anyway. This after "disgusting and I hate that." So, I guess its really a matter of him and I not shopping together, but hes more like my store babysitter. But I would like for this week, since hes off on payday, to come with me and we can have a little shoppin' date. Not bloody likely, but its worth a try. If it doesnt turn out as I like, Ill just kick his ass. This months Food and Family has some awesome recipes in it, as well as some cool articles. And, its online, so Ill share some cool finds with you. Look at this loaded baked potato soup, it looks super easy! I usually use a powder mix and a couple of potatoes, then I add bacon and cheese for flavor, but this one tells you how to do it without the powder. And it calls for sour cream, havent done that before, as Ive only recently discovered that I like it. Ok, and the chuckwagon chilly mac seems like something that would go over really well with my family, and it looks like its easy to stretch. Also, the ingredients are super cheap. Easy stuffed shrimp looks fun and economical, and it calls for the key ingredient that seems to pop up in Food And Family alot, zesty italian dressing. This looks like a grown up thing though, not really a family thing, but thats ok, we can put the little shits to bed and make love over our plates of stuffed shrimp. Hot Italian chicken sandwiches, sounds good! For dessert these blushing apples or carrot ginger cupcakes with spiced cream cheese. Oh and since so many of you have kids going to school and stuff, and since Connie brought up the crazy sandwich bit, try a bologna puzzlewich, or a waffle-applewich. Ya never know. They had some interesting articles too, but please ignore the meatloaf thing, that recipe sucks, and if you want the real recipe Ill sell it to you (actually its also in my archives.) But its the only one that works, all other meatloaf is crap. They also gave a nice review on new products, a few of which I have tried myself. And David decided against going to the fire meet because he is instead going to go to the Sherrif's and apply for the jail. It seems that the fire people like to have a bunch of vollies but they never hire them on...kinda bull. His time is better spent in law enforcement where he belongs. (Besides, the bullet proof vest makes you look all buff. Tee hee.) -Jessie T, who intices her naked 13 month old out of the empty tub with food. It was an apple though, so dont get too upset with me. September 13 Duh Vinchey CowdCurrent Temp: 74 Current Mood:   I have this really great book. Its called Grimm's Fairy Tales. I actually had a smaller paperback version, but my ex boyfriend had this huge hardback leatherbound edition and we traded...just for a while...and long story short, I never gave it back. A favorite of mine is ofcorse, "The Glass Coffin," or more commonly, "Sleeping Beauty." Heres the spoiler from the Wikipedia article on The Glass Coffin. A tailor's apprentice became lost in a forest. At night, he saw some light and followed it to a hut. An old man lived there and, after the tailor begged, let him stay for the night. In the morning, a fight between a great stag and a bull woke him. He watched. When the stag won, it bounded up to the tailor and carried him off in its antlers. It let him down before a wall of stone and pushed him against a door in it, so that the door opened. Inside, he was told to stand on a stone, it would bring him good fortune. He did so, and it sank into a great hall, where the voice directed him to look at a glass chest, which contained a beautiful maiden. She told him to open the chest to free her, and he did so. She told him she was the daughter of a rich count. After her parents died, her brother raised her. One day, a traveler stayed the night and used magic to get to her in the night, to ask her to marry him. She found the use of magic repellant and did not consent. He turned her brother into the stag, imprisoned her in the glass coffin, and enchanted all the lands. They emerged and found the brother once more a man. The bull he had killed had been the magician. The tailor and the maiden married. Ofcorse, it was made into a Disney movie, which is how most people know it. Disney, who accordning to Snopes,
So anyway, I saw my brother today. My brother who believes that my mom knew Walt Disney, and believes that the fact that he was placed into the Aurora Hills care center when he was put into foster care is some how tied to my niece being the Messiah. Lets go over the more important stuff first, and then I will give you the run down of the bull shit. There was another hearing this morning. Theyve dropped all charges, except that they want Jen to plead guilty to having a dirty house and domestic violence (between her and my brother, not any violence toward the child.) She could get Rory back today if she pled to these, so she went for it. The lawyers got together and went to tell my brother. My brother wont bite. He doesnt want to take that bait, because he knows something and he is therefore making it difficult for Jen to get her daughter back. Jen told the lawyers that she is no longer working WITH him, and that what his issues are will have to be delt with seperatley, because she doesnt want to be selfish, and she NEEDS her daughter back. Thats all well and good, and the judge thinks its a weak case...but my brother is screwing it all up. Ill tell you that it starts with underground tunnels in Redlands and ends with him now asking the court to refer to him as King Stuart. You cant make this shit up. If hes good for anything, hes good for great fucking blog material. He met me outside the CPS building, and I asked him to just watch Wade and Ty, that I would run Rory upstairs so Jen could start her visit. Shouldntadonethat. I drop her off, because Im no longer comfortable with my kids being audio and video recorded in that building, I come back and theyre not in the car. Oh no, hes taken them OUT of the car and is letting them play 3 feet away from a busy street. And people, after Ty almost getting hit by a car a few months back, I am nowhere near allowing my kid near a busy street...I wasnt before! I told him that I didnt ask him to take the kids out of the car. He told me that hes dressed like this today (wearing a Family Guy t-shirt, some crappy pants, and a beanie) because he wanted to show the courts who he really is. He said he wasnt up for wearing a 3 piece suit today, he wanted to show them that "hes an American" and nobody can tell him how to dress. He asked me if I was leaving and I said yes, I said that I had Davids lunch with me and I needed to take it to him. He told me that he didnt take the plea bargin because if he does then Aurora will still be in "custody" for a year and theyll psyc. eval. all of us, including me, and that "their doctors" will determine us all as crazy and put her up for adoption. (Shes up for adoption in March, unless they get her back.) He told me that hes got it all figured out. He said that everything links together, that my mom knew Disney, my mom was a Freemason and so was he, and then they made Sleeping Beauty, he mentioned something about Lion King, the fact that he was placed into that Aurora center thing, his family line is royal, and so is Jens, and "its all falling into place." He said that hes met people who know people, and it turns out that these people are aware of these other people, and everything matches up. I told him that yes, thats all likely because Southern California isnt that big, espessally the Inland Empire. "No, its because everything here is controlled by the Satanists." Ok. So heres the thing. As to my mom being a freemason, there is no proof of that. Infact, I saw this woman's death certificate...its blank. No mother, father, no grandparents. Her occupation is listed as "Carnival ride operator" and she has no place of birth. And just because my mom said something, well...it really makes it the opposite of true. Did she really know Disney? Doubt it. Was she a Freemason? Prooooooobably not. And when it comes to these satanists...well...thats something else. Now, it IS true that Redlands is the capitol of Satinism in California...probably the better part of the US or even the world for all I know, but I highly doubt that there are tunnels under the streets and that the satanists control everything here. Theyre just weird little people, Ill admit. They killed a girl a while back, and yes they vandalize places and yes, they are very real. However, my brother believes that everything that happens in the IE is controlled by them. That is not true, theyre just weird people who hang out in groups and suck eachothers mouth sores until they pass out...thats it. Nothing more. They arent magic or powerful, and they dont control the lights or the sun. Theyre just people. I started to get into the car and he mentioned that the vaccinations that theyre putting into the kids are tainted. I told him I didnt care. He was shocked. He was seriously taken back that I didnt care. I called him stupid and started my engine. He laughed out loud at me, and I told him to just stop...just stop talking. He said he couldnt because its all true, and I put my car in reverse. "I still love you" he yelled to me. I take David his lunch, he was very busy, I didnt even get to sit with him while he ate! I drove back and found Cookie and Jen...we had a talk. I think hes finally lost his mind...what little shred of whats left...its gone. Out the winda'. My brother believes, and this is all him, not me...my brother believes that the Freemasons are behind the CPS actions, and thinks that theyre trying to get Rory because they want to hide the blood line. Yes. I said blood line. Read any good books lately? He said that he researched it, and that Jen comes from Irish royalty, and it is well known that our family on the Stuart side is Scotish royalty. He told Jen that shes his queen, that he is the king, and yes, she is Princess Aurora. The freemasons want to take her because they know about the blood line, and they will have to destroy her. See I dont want to leave Rory with the CPS people alone because Im afraid of them twisting words. He doesnt want to leave her alone with them because he thinks theyre going to scoop out her brains. Hes now filed some paper or something, to my understanding, that he be referred to as King Stuart by the courts. Jen made a good decision to want to do her case seperate. It looks like for her, no promises, but 4-6 weeks. They will probably want her to get some more classes done, bla bla bla, but 4-6 weeks isnt too bad. As for him, Im hoping that his mother ship will come back in time so that The Princess can live happily ever after with her mommy. I told David. He said God Damnit a bunch of times, and then told me that my brother was there the other day and "told him something in confidence" that Im not allowed to know. My brother told David that the movie Lion King is based...get this...off of my family. He believes that Mufassa is my dad, Scar is my Uncle Ken, and he is Simba. Oh suuuuuuuure Richard, except for the fact that Lion King is ACTUALLY based on oh...whats that little story called? Some play written by...SHAKESPEARE? Hamlet anyone? Oh and the bible stories of Joseph and Moses, but I prefer to stick to fine pieces of literature. But my brother truly, honestly believes that Walt Disney got the idea for the movie based on our family. Yeah...the man died in 66. My brother was born in 78 I think. My parents werent even anywhere near being a couple until 10-12 years AFTER the mans death. More important quips from the help of Wikipedia... In fact, Christopher Vogler, in his book The Writer's Journey: Mythic Structure For Writers, described how Disney approached him with a copy of Hamlet asking how to improve the plot of The Lion King by incorporating ideas from Shakespeare [citation needed]. Relationship between the two plots includes: The brother to the king (Scar to Mufasa; Claudius to King Hamlet) kills the king (this occurs before the play Hamlet begins). The rightful heir (Simba/Hamlet) does not avenge his father's death at first. Later, at the urging of his father's ghost, the prince recalls his duty (although Hamlet vacillates between action and inaction unlike Simba) and ultimately returns from exile to kill his uncle (although Hamlet was not in exile at the time, and Simba does not personally kill Scar). Other than those key plot points, however, much of Hamlet's plot has no parallel in The Lion King. David continued to say God Damnit alot. He said my brother is blowing it. But it is SO LIKE my brother to think that his daughter is Jesus...because he literally thinks hes GOD. And Lion King...See my dad? He died of cancer. Uncle Ken did not invent cancer. My fathers death does not need to be avenged, because he wasnt killed. Infact, he killed himself by not going to the doctor sooner. Infact, it was Ken who begged him to go to the doctor. My brother is a waste of skin. He might be crazy but I promise you, I am not. I think. Mostly. I know its come up before, but I guess all I can do is keep on showing you videos documenting the things I talk about. When I tell you that the lights are flicking on and off, I show you a video, and you all think Im weird. Then I show you a second one. This is all I have, because if I just said that the lights were flicking on and off, that would be crazy, but I have VIDEO! (And its on Youtube because Myspace is being retarded.) Ok...so the light thing has no real explanation, but I gurantee that my niece, sadly, is not the Messiah. This I know, for the bible tells me so. But I was plesantly suprised last night by the stomping of clomping of someone I know coming up my stairs. I thought that it was David coming up, it sounded like his stomp. Then it was followed by a "Shave and a hair cut, two bits" knock on the lower part of the door. Could it be? Yes, Chawny suprised me! "What are you doing in this state Chauntel-a-ho...you do not live in this state" "I know, Im here to visit. I was going to call first but I thought Id suprise you!" "How did you know that I would be home?"  We caught up with eachother, shes been avoiding me on purpose so I wouldnt know that she was coming back to Cali. I told her that I was very excited to see her, and she complemented me on my patience with the children. You see, she came over riiiiiiiight when I was putting them to bed. This was bad, because the kids were all excited about the new person in the house and decided that they needed to sleep in the hallway. As we talked, I had a screaming Rory rolling around on the floor, Ty begging for milk, and I was able to keep my side of the conversation. "How the hell do you do that?" "Oh...well normally I would be making them get into their beds but since youre here I want to spend time with you." "Id of beaten them by now." "Yeah...I just tune them out." She told me that she almost beat the shit out of a prostitute named Hollywood who works at her strip club, but Innocence (another stripper) stopped her. She told me about another stripper, some druggy bitch, who's baby suposedly died of SIDS, but that this was her second SIDS baby, and she brought the baby to the club 2 days before it happened, then begged for money afterwords. Chawny thinks its suspicious because of her bringing the baby to the club, and the fact that the baby suffocated in pillows, which Im pretty sure any parent of a SIDS baby would be extra careful with things like pillows and blankets. Fucking sad as hell...I dont see how someone could do that, although alot of these strippers get all caught up in the blacklights and lapdances and fall into the money driven world that is exotic dancing. And the girl says now that she wants to leave the baby daddy, but not before she gets knocked up again, because she "wants another baby that looks like that one." This isnt a fucking pet store, you dont go pick the bunny with the brown spot because it looked like the one that just died...it just makes me sick. And how the cops who investigated didnt find this extremley weird, I dont know. I suppose I dont know alot, but I just know that it pissed me off was all. Chawny stayed a while, but had to go back to her boyfriends mom's house to meet him. I guess him and her dad got in a brawl yesterday...over chess...because thats what people in Yucaipa do, is have fist fights over chess, and he went back to make nice nice while she was over here. Shes coming over in about 15 minutes so we can take pictures, because for some odd reason, through all the years we played with eachother on the playground and grew into maturity...we have no pictures together. This has to change. The Flickr shal be exciting on the morrow. Anyway, if youre waiting to read the letter to Staters, try back Saturday. (Or if youve caught on, Friday night.) Im going to go finish a pumpkin that Im knitting, and you need to buy this... Austa la pasta. September 12 Funny About How Skipping Years Ahead Has Held Him BackCurrent Temp: 79 Current Mood:   He came home an hour early last night because he was done. Gilbert threatened him the other day with "consequences" if he didnt work his full shifts. Those 3 AM shifts? The first one he clocked out at 2, the second one he called off, and the third one was when he recieved his warning that he MUST stay until 3, it was VERY important that he stay till three. He clocked out that night at 11. Ben, the nice guy, told him that everything looked good that night, and I guess Gilbert didnt have anything to say. So last night when he was done, he came home, and we watched Geraldo At Large. Its a half baked attempt by Fox to be all serious, its not a great show, but he missed the 10 o'clock news, so this was his recap on the day. "Wow...has it been like five years or something?" "Yeah...it happened in 2001." "Wow. Thats a long time. Doesnt seem like it happened that long ago. I guess that means that you and I have known eachother for 5 years now." "Yeah...I suppose so. Thats a long time." We watched all these sad clips of these widdows talking, you can tell that theyre still hurt...I just dont see how they wouldnt be, because even though 5 years is a long time, it wouldnt be long enough, not for me anyway, I tend to dwell. "So...if I run into a burning building to save people when Im a fire fighter, and the building colapses on me and I die, will you remarry?" "Never. I couldnt." I would ofcorse continue to live my life, take care of the kids and all, but I would never get married again, I dont like being tied down. HA HA! No, seriously though, I just dont see myself ever doing that. I know that people get divorced and remarried all the time, and thats fine, but I just couldnt do it myself. And if I lost David in some freak accident? Well Im just not big enough of a person to move on, I could really see myself changing the blog title to Im STILL Davids Doll and continuing to wear my ring. Maybe its because we actually have a decent marriage, I dont know. "Promise me that if you die first youll haunt me. But dont be a scary ghost, be a nice one." "Dont worry, Ill wait for you. I wont go anywhere without you." I like that we have the same belief system. And I think that the reason he believes what I believe is because hes seen proof. I believe what I believe because Ive seen proof too...I guess we are just very factual people. Did you see the season premier of The Simpsons on Sunday? Fat Tony tells us that his wife is dead, and that he brings flowers to her grave every Sunday. Marge says, "Flowers every week? Oh, I wish I was dead!" That made me laugh, because that sometimes seems to be true, you never get flowers until youre dead. Hell, more people probably attend funerals than weddings, right? Ill tell ya, the most boring thing in the world to me is a wedding. I dont care how much you two luuuurve eachother, I am all in favor of private cerimonies. Im all for those people who get married in jeans (hi Sue, cant comment your blog, it wont let me) and Im all for people being burried the same way. Ok, I understand looking stunning on your wedding day, that makes sence, because later on youre gunna take off your shirts and wraaaassle. Plus its all sacred, and an excuse to put on the foofie juice with the glitter in it and all, I get it, I was there, but its usually a death thats more moving. Death is what prompts cartoon mob bosses to put flowers on graves. Death is just more formal, I guess...because everyone can do it. I never liked that Christmas Shoes song. You know, the one where the little boy wants to buy shoes for his dying mom so she will look nice when she "meets Jesus?" It wouldnt be so popular of a song if it were about a Coach bag, I gurantee, but its the underlying concept that bothers me. If in the event that Jesus is real, and if he all loves us unconditionally, do you reeeeeeeally think he will give a shit if this poor woman is burried in her 10 year old Keds? I sure as hell hope not, I dont own a single pair of decent shoes, just flip flops and super unpracticle sex kitten shoes. Besides, I wouldnt want my kid hanging around some store on the night that Im dying, I would want them there! Im ok with being burried in my flip flops because for one, I dont believe in Jesus, and two...if he IS real, I think he will excuse the mess. Call me crazy, but if Im going to be stuffed into a box for years and years until someone digs me up, I become a zombie, or they double sell my plot and put a fat guy on top of me, I want to rot comfortably. Although I havent decided if I want to rot or just get it all done and overwith in an incinerator. David wants to be made into bling. Im ok with that. But it doesnt look like he will be running into any burning buildings any time soon, so I guess I dont have to worry. It turns out, getting actually hired on as a fire fighter 1 or 2 is next to impossible right now. It would seem that you must voluenteer for 7-10 YEARS with the way things are going right now. Captian Wood told him to go to school to become an EMT, because theyre willing to hire fire paramedics. Yeah, all well and good, but he doesnt want to be a paramedic, he wants to be a fire fighter. Actually, he doesnt even want to be a fire fighter, he wants to be a cop. Actually, he doesnt want to be a cop, he wants to be a fish and game warden. Basically, its all skewed and heading in a whole different direction. The point of him doing fire fighter was because he needed something to hold him over until he is old enough for academy. And yes, being a fire vollie is a great way to get your foot in the door, but by November, the people they take in are going to be the people who have been there for years and years begging to get on, not some rookie kid whos been there a few months. And when it comes to school, yeah, he would love to go, but again, this was just something that he planned on doing until he could get to what he really wanted to do. If it were required for the law enforcement position, fine. But doing the EMT thing would somewhat be like going to school to become a teacher so you have money to work your way through medical school...it just doesnt make sence. He isnt necessaraly college bound, but he will go to school for something thats important to him. But, what are ya gunna do...I guess we just move on and figure something else out. What are we supposed to do, climb under a rock? Sorry, we dont have time to be depressed about this stuff. Although it does suck to have your hopes all up and then have them squashed into smitherines. Again. And again. And once again, for good measure. And incase that didnt kill your hopes and dreams, stomp. I used my  In the words of Cute Overload, "That is some serious potench gulptitude." It is potench gulptitude, I love them. I wait every year for them, and I love to buy them fresh. Theyre actually made with honey, not sugar...did you know that? Not that its any better, but we can pretend. I got them to clean the hallway leading to their room and the bathroom and a wall of the kitchen all for one pumpkin. Yes, I pay them in sugar laden pumpkins, and yes, Im ok with that. If its labor, you get candy. If its behavior or educational, no dice...just praise and clapping. See the trick is to give them the sugar, which gets them all excited, and then they do more because they think theyre getting more pumpkins. But then they forget that theyre working for pumpkins and hey, your walls are as good as new and the kids are passed out on the floor with rags still in hand. Theyll live, I swear. Its when you give them nothing BUT sugar that makes you a bad parent. Tricking them into labor with little 2 cent balls of hyperactivity is a completley different story. Then I took them outside to play in the sprinklers that had been stuck on all day. We dont go in the pool because it gets shut down by the health department all the time, and even when its clean I dont like it much, so I put them in their little swim suits and went down stairs. Unfortunatley, so did my camera which fell off the railing and hit the ground from one story up. Luckily, its fine  . I brought a ride toy for Wade because hes mostly afraid of the grass. He doesnt like the way it feels, so I just put him in a shirt and let him have run of the side walk. I like it out front because its not on the parking lot side, so they can run all they want and not get hit by a vehicle, and this is a family park so they probably wont get stolen by a bad man.  Then Wade kept looking out into the grass and seeing Ty and Rory run in the sprinklers, and I think he wanted to be a part of it. Like a brave little toaster, he stomped right out into the feild. I didnt grab the camera, because I was more concerned about walking behind him the whole way incase he realized what he had done and decided to freak out. The first sprinkler came around, and he stayed standing. Then a second whipped around and got him from behind. He stood there all wide eyed, so I picked him up, and carefully carried him back across the battle feild and back to the safety of the sidewalk. He staired at the sprinklers all the way back with a confused look on his face. When we got to the sidewalk I looked at him and said, "So how was it?" He smiled really big and laughed maniacly. Yes, my baby laughs maniacly, and aparantly he loves the sprinklers and is no longer afraid of grass.  I gave them some sidewalk chalk and Ty wrote his first word all on his own...  We went back inside and I gave them a bath. Ty was showing off his favorite part of Ty by playing "Wheres da pee pee" with me. I would say "I dont know Ty, wheres the pee pee?" and he would poke it out of the water. "There he is!" he would say. He was proudly talking about his pee pee, and then it happened...after 2 months, it finally happened. He said, "Rory's pee pee!" and moved her knee to have a look. You know, someone once told me that Ty's eyes were so expressive. I cant even explain to you the look he gave me, but lets just say that it was shock, suprise, and extreme concern. "RORY'S PEE PEE?" "Ty, Rory doesnt have a pee pee, she has a butterfly." (again, not the word I would have chose, but shes not my kid, Ive gotta call it what her mom called it.) "Ty's butterfly?" "No. Ty has a pee pee, Rory has a butterfly. You two are different because youre a boy and shes a girl." "Ty wants a butterfly." "Ty has a pee pee. He doesnt need both." That was my day. For more pictures, visit my flickr. September 11 Fine Feathered FriendsCurrent Temp: 77
Current Mood:   Our new friends are a little more calm and a little less bitey today. Theyve discovered that they have food, and I think the male is the one whos chattering a little. Im not use to having to tame my own animal, because I usually get them second hand. Unfortunatley, when you get a used animal, espessally abused ones, they dont live as long. The way that Sara treated birds was basically that she would beat them into submission. Yes, she beat them. The way that she would tame her parakeets is by squeezing them. If they moved, she would blow on them. If they bit her, she would flick their heads. Eventually her bird would just sit there. You could set it anywhere and it wouldnt walk or move at all. It was active in its cage, but when she held it, it was just this little terrified thing. I remember Hoth, her favorite, he never grew to full size and he died at the age of two. Get this...with proper diet and care, they can live up to 18 years. Yeah. The only bird that I ever adopted from her was Archimedes. This bird had a strong personality, and she decided that he/she should be a cage bird. (In other words, it was too large for her to control.) By the time we got Archi, the bird mostly wanted to be in its cage. I couldnt seem to tame it, it never wanted to be handled, but was more than happy to take food from your hand, ONLY if it was given through the cage. They also live to be about 18 years, Archi lived for about 5, 3 of them with me. Archi unfortunatley had a fungas on his beak, which he may have had his whole life, which is also why he wasnt friendly. This fungas doesnt really have a cure, and eventually it leaves the bird unable to eat. We used these drops on him to clear it up, but it just gave him more time, I guess. It was very sad when he died. And if you remember Damn the canarie, he was I think 7 when we got him. He came from a home with alot of kids...loud kids. They would hit on his cage and spin him around, and he became very frightened and stopped singing. Infact, when I got him, he hadnt sang in a year. Ty is very respectful of the animals, and believe it or not my house is pretty quiet, so Damn (Sam, who was called Damn by a little boy who couldnt say his S's) came to live with me. He never sang again in the few months he spent here, but he did learn to chatter again. Yeah, Im kindof where the abused and sick animals come to die. I had a large cage in my first apartment full of finches with terrible names. Most of them were "special" in some way, because I seem to like the retarded birds who are missing parts or whatever. They have shorter life spans, but I dont like to see them living in the pet store all their lives where nobody will take them. Theyre usually also discounted to get them to move faster, but most people want to adopt the perfect pet. I learned that most of them overcome their dissability, but usually when its a bigger bird. Finches are small and simple, and they arent meant to be held anyway. Unfortunatley, I lost all of them one night when there was a gas leak in my apartment. By gas leak I mean that I woke up with all four of the burners on my stove on full blast with no flame, and I lived alone, and furthermore, never used the stove...but thats a story for next month. I also lost my breeding keets Kiwi and Tiki. The only other bird that I lost young was Soliarie, he was a lovebird, and he was not purchaced from Bracken. Bracken Bird Farm by the way is the supplier for all of Petco's birds. So other than Petco being extremly expensive for their birds, I can gurantee that the birds are always hand reared, and always have the best personalities. Soliarie lost his life the night that we had to evacuate our other apartment. This is the one that the landlord never came out to fix the mysterious wet spot under the carpet, and we discovered the very scary mold, and the health department told us to get out NOW. We grabbed Archi but didnt have room for Soli, and when we came back to get him the next morning he was gone. I seem to like birds because I love their chit chat. Thats why I went and got the budgies, because their noise is soft but cute. They also have mimicing abilities, which is always a plus. Its the first pair of brand new birds who dont have deformalities that I think Ive ever owned. Actually, I think my first two finches were perfect...I also dont think they came from Bracken. I no longer submit to buying feathered creatures from anywhere but Bracken. The nice lady said that both birds had good weight, and basically as long as they make it through the 7 day period, they should live long, happy, healthy, joy filled lives. A very important thing to remember with critters like these guys is that seed and water is the equivelant to bread and water for humans. Unlike dogs and cats, they should be given table scraps like fruits and veggies. They love adventures and new toys, and neat stuff to climb. If you want a bird that you dont have to deal with much, get a canarie. They die if you touch them so theyre perfect to just leave in a cage and keep their food and water levels up. Budgies are actually small parrots, so they need sitmulation. Theyre also very inexpensive, so if something should go wrong when you bring them home, which happens sometimes (which is why they have warranties) theyre somewhat replaceable. I weighed my birds this morning, although I forgot to weigh them yesterday...all I know is yesterday they were healthy. Both birds today are 1.1 oz, which is decent. David got both budgies to eat tiny ammounts of seed from his hand. When we remove Bella from the cage, Wyatt churps sadly. When we put them together outside of the cage, they both puff up, which shows comfort. (If the bird is puffy for long ammounts of time though, its a sign that they are sick.) Weve seen Bella preen herself, as well as preening him. They arent fully active yet, but theyre certainly a little more use to their new "room mates" than they were yesterday. I also see millet scattered about the cage floor, which means that someone had a snack. This is a great sign that theyre adapting. I hear its football season...was anyone else aware of this? I certainly wasnt...although see the thing is...I dont care. Dianne asked me yesterday over messenger if David got to watch the Broncos game. He wasnt aware that one was on. She was shocked and appauled that he didnt watch the game, I think her feelings were genuinley hurt. We dont really watch a whole lot of TV so I guess it didnt register. She told him that he HAS to teach me the game. Aparantly she taught Jerry the game, and now hes a football fan. Uuuuuuuuh...me no lika de foot boll. This is the only thing that I halfway care about that involves a football feild...  I forget which one I am, but I think Im the one who looks like a Christmas ornament... The point is, I dont like sports, never have, and have no desire to learn. This became some sort of problem with my MIL. She insisted that I learn, and insisted that it was very important for David to teach me. The fact of the matter is I have learning disabilities when it comes to hard things like math and sports. You hand me a ball of clay, I can make you a bowl. You give me some paper and a pen and Ill write you a nice childrens story like "The Unicorn Who Shat Out Rainbows" or some scary dark goth thing written from the point of view of a gum wrapper. You give me a beer and a bowl of nachos and start talking about "how bout dem Rams" and I cry. The last time he tried to teach me anything ended in tears. The first time, I cried. The second time I ended up banning football from the house for a whole season. Theres a story, and its chalk full of morals and values, so read on. The best thing that a married couple can ever do to spark up conversation or to spit shine a relationship is to take part in eachothers interests. This is true especially today when its ok for girls to wear baseball caps and a man child can knit. Since he had attempted to actually teach me things about the game, even though I had been to countless high school football games and laid in the bleachers complaining or throwing things at Scott while being dressed as a Christmas ornament, I had given up on ever learning. (His cousin Nick taught me some dirty cheers and stuff while watching the game, that was nice of him.) So heres the trick that I use, and even though it backfired once, it wasnt my fault, and I stand by this formula...bet against him. Im serious. You bet on the other team and you raise the stakes to some horrible chore like scrubbing the base boards or cleaning out the closit or something. Even though you may have no clue as to what is going on, its still benneficial to watch. If you can understand numbers, you can do this. They put the scores right on the screen, and its even more useful if you can remember the name and color of your team. The time that this backfired, I had bet him that he had to clean the bathroom and kitchen top to bottom. We had a small place, so this wasnt that big of a deal, but it was principle. Well, after alot of "Was that my team? Am I winning? Did he do the thing and then he won? Is the crowd cheering for the green guys?" on my side, David got upset. He said it was bullshit and he wasnt going to clean a damn thing. I told him to shut up and do it. A bet is a bet, no matter how frivolous. Long story short, he refused, and I canceled the cable. Sure, I didnt get to watch any of my shows, but he didnt get to watch football. Beat that, smarty pants! But its been two years. Last year he watched it while I was at work, or if there was nothing important on that night. This year, I think we will try my formula again...although I dont think Im allowed to bet against the Broncos. He often forces me to wear orange and blue clothes for no reason, when Im picking a shirt he will make me pick orange or blue, and anything he wants me to knit him has to be orange and blue. If its a choice between orange and blue, he says "Ill have to get a second wife so I can each make you wear one." Funny thing is, he watches football and knits. Funny thing is, he picked up knitting on his own, and can do so better than I can. I asked him if he is still interested in law enforcement. He says yes, but hes not sure if he will just apply for the academy in a year, or if he will just stay with the FD. "Well, both of them are really important services to the community, and you have to be a great person to do both. But if you want respect and to be thanked and honored and looked up to by everyone under the sun, be a fire fighter. If you want people to hate you and you just want to be a power hungry asshole who gets called names and gets disrespected on a daily basis, be a cop." Its something to think about. Its the sad part of life, but frankly nobody likes cops. Well, except me...I love them. However most people dont see them as heros, but its because of the fact that THOSE people are usually doing something wrong. "Some asshole cop pulled me over for no reason." "You drive a Mustang." "But I wasnt speeding, I was only going like 85." "But the speed limit is 65" "Still, he was being an ass." "Well how was he an ass?" "I was pissed because he pulled me over, so I took my time getting my licence and shit out, and he got all pissy with me." "Well, werent you pissy with him first?" "He shouldnt have pulled me over, thats why I was pissy." Thats an actual conversation that I had with someone. And I loved the little "I smell bacon, I smell grease, I smell Yucaipa city police" that the dumbass kids in Jr High would sing. My niece said it once and I said, "First of all Ashley, Yucaipa doesnt have city police, they have San Bernardino Sheriffs. Second, why dont you try singing that to a cop when his ass is in your house saving you from some whacked out burgler whos about to slit your throat. Ok? See if the "piggy" helps you out then." Where as you get yourself into a sit'chiea-shun with a fire fighter and its a whoooooole different story. "So....youre like a fire fighter?" "Yep." "Do you like...wear a helmet...and like fight fires n stuff?" "Yes maam." "He he...do you like...rescue baby kittens from trees and stuff?" "Yep." "Heh heh heh...so...is there a Mrs. Fire fighter man?" Whatever he decides to do, Im with him. His mom told me that he looks good as a fire fighter, I agreed. Then again I think he would look good as a plumber or dumpster diver. I suppose Im a bit bias. No matter. Anyhoo, since I havent spammed you in a while, have a look at my latest crap. Its an apple bag. Weird, but useful. September 10 And Thats The Way It Is In CaliforniaCurrent Temp: 89  Current Mood:  
There are a few subjects that I wont touch with a 10 foot pole. Or even someone elses 10 foot pole. I wont mention all of them to you now, but you might notice a few subjects I try to stay away from, or you wont because I dont mention them. However, one subject I try to stay away from is 9/11. The reason is that as it effected me, I just dont feel that I have the right to be connected to it like others are. I didnt lose anyone, I didnt know anyone who lost anyone, and it happened so far away. That doesnt mean it wasnt shocking to me, or that it wasnt sad, but really when I think back on the day, it was really just something to talk about. My first knowledge of it was my sister coming into my room when I was sleeping telling me that the United States is under attack. We thought it was pretty entertaining to say the least. This is California, where we get all hot and bothered over high speed chases, so when planes are crashing into buildings, thats pretty neat. Keep in mind that like alot of the nation, we didnt know what was happening, and ofcorse, the fact that many many people died in these attacks. It was seven-something in the morning. My first period teacher didnt let us watch the news. I hear other Yucaipa High teachers had CNN on the whole time, but our teacher just made us go over another chapter of Catcher In The Rye. I was a senior, I was 17, and I went to school that day, although I hear that other parents kept their kids home. When I got out of first period, someone said something about the towers falling and they watched it happen. When I got to my second period floristry class, my teacher was in tears, and I think thats when I realy realized the human loss in it all. She had us make ribbon roses, red white and blue, and turn them into crowns. I think I still might have mine somewhere, I wish I did anyway, what a cool momento. By third period I was in my law class, and instead of studying torts we talked about some plane that crashed in the middle of a feild, and we think that the passengers may have brought the plane down to save another building. Some kid who I called Sloth because he looks like that guy from The Goonies said it was probably a bunch of Chinese people flying around. He was sent to the office, and then to On Campus Suspension. By the end of the day here in California, we really had no clue what happened. We closed our Walmarts and movie theatres that night. We closed all kinds of places, but the bars and pizza parlors still had their televisions set to the news, and just about everyone watched for more details about what happened. None of us really got it, unless you were from New York, or maybe you knew someone from New York. California wasnt a bunch of uncaring assholes that day, we just didnt understand. Eventually the nation came together to do good, and we all suffered together as it all hit us and we realized that people were dead, families were destroyed, and our president sat there reading "My Pet Goat" to a bunch of kindergartners because he had no idea what to do. I dont think any of us knew what to do. And what I find most insulting, even though I dont feel that I have much of a right to be insulted, is that when you do a google video search on 9/11, you find a bunch of conspiracy videos, the kind my brother rants and raves about. All these ass whacks who try to show proof that WE destroyed our own towers, OUR military blew up flight 93, the towers never existed, the president knew this was happening, and bla bla bla. All this crap about how the towers were imploded from the inside from people who studied Greek Mythology in college and never spent a day as an architect in their lives. Oh, I know the truth behind 9/11 because I live in Minnesota and this guy I know drew a picture of the towers on this napkin and then the napkin was used to roll my other friends joint and then the flames on the towers came true because the planes struck the building like 6 months later. People actually believe this shit. I dont necessaraly think that 9/11 was handled the way it should have been, I dont think that WE did it, but I certainly dont think WE knew how to handle it. And its insulting that instead of just claiming "Wow, I didnt know this was so big" and sending condolances to the families, they have to come up with all of this bull shit in their infinate spare time to make everyone look bad. And before I insult anyone, because I wasnt there, I had nobody lost there, and Im over here in California basically not physically effected by it, Id like to first say that Im sorry, it was a real tragety, and I continue to wish the best for the families. And second, I would like to send you off to hang out with people who give a hoot, and who were able to put this in better words, and probably will do a better job at paying tribute. I hear that there are 2,996 bloggers who are each paying a special tribute by writing about someone who died that day. I dont know all 2,996 people, but I know a few of them. Stop by these blogs today and read their tributes.
Adena's tribute is where I would like to send you first. I feel all special because I actually got a sneak preview of this a few weeks ago where she asked me to read it over for her. Its excellent. Please have a look. Certifiable Princess did a nice tribute to Mr Howard Selwyn, have a look. The Kept Woman, another blog I read is also paying tribute today, be sure to stop by in the Land Of Snow And Cheese to read her entry. I believe that A Day In The Night Of A Stripper is also paying her respects to Angel Ramon Pena. If youre paying tribute today, feel free to leave your link in my comments and spam the hell out of it. Take advantage and let your thingy be read. Its alot better than I can do. So on with my blog, now that Ive admitted that Im not nearly as cool as those guys for doing what they do, we headed out to Cabazon today so David could apply at the store that my niece works at. Cabazon is home to a huge outlet mall, and its basically where all the rich folk from Palm Springs pick up they' digs. (Its where they buy their rich people costumes.) Its outlet though, so its all discounted, so its actually pretty tourstie. Its like Disneyland...the Asian people with cameras taking pictures of Wade's red hair saying "Ooo rooook! He hai is so specoooo, I take pictua?" Im not making this up or just randomly throwing in an Asian zinger for attention, its just what happened there. And did I mention that everyone comes in from Palm Springs to shop there? "Tho honeee, are you going to thample the hand creamths?" "No. Im not. Im going to be the only straight male who works in the store." "All of the little 16 year old girls will go after you then!" "No, they go after the gay guys because they know theyre safe. I have to be straight and intimidating so they wont bother me." Hes going to like it there if he gets in. And when it comes to Staters, now...we arent burning bridges there. He has people who will vouch for him, such as Ben. Ben is the sweetest employee at the store, and luckily hes in a position of power to give a refrance to David's excellent work ethic, because hes the journeyman meat cutter. (Unfortunatley hes not in a high enough position to tell these assholes to leave him alone.) Also, hes been employed by Staters for 2 1/2 years, which looks excellent for his age. And, he wrote down his reason for leaving Staters as "Not enough hours or pay." Its true. Also, the nithe man who accepted his application noticed that he was an early graduate, also a pluth. I embrace the rainbow by the way, dont get me wrong.
But this store is just somewhere that you wouldnt think that David T the meat cutter can squasher chilly eating guy would be working. And he only chases butterflies because theyre pretty like me, he says. The other cool thing is my niece will get a bonus for referring him. He has to wear the brand's clothing, but aparantly he gets 6 shirts and 6 pants every 6 months for $15 a piece, so its not too bad of a deal. And he turned in his application to the fire station for voluenteer today with his kick ass refrances, they want him in on Thursday. He said hed do it too. He would gladly tell Staters to take a flying leap. "Sorry, I cant come in tonight, I have to go work at the fire station." If they give him any lip, he will say "Ok, but dont call my ass when your house is on fire dude." They call them "vollies," and they wanted him to stay today because "theyve got alot of stuff to clean." I told him that hes going to be doing their dishes and taking out their trash, and he doesnt care. That doesnt matter to him. He said hed gladly lick their hoses clean if they asked. No, their HOSES...
Not the other thing...perve, jeez. He said that hes gotta talk to Captian Wood. He he he...no seriously, thats the guy hes gotta talk to, and he should be at the meeting this week. He is only required to put in 3 hours a month, so this could really work out. David is so cool. And hes manly enough to work in a store that has been featured on Queer Eye many many times. Hes ok with that. And, even though hes a vollie, if he ever happens to fight a fire, he gets paid. Its like a bonus. Thats awesome. And somehow we obtained some new friends today. No, not real people or companionship, but I was lonely without any critters around here, since the passing of...well...all of our animals. I havent mentioned it because I wanted to be the first to tell Chawny so she didnt have to read it on the internet, but the chilla passed away some time ago. He missed his girlfriend who had died before I got him. Then Archimedes, our bird that we adopted abused, he/she died a few weeks ago, very short of its life span, but thats what happens when theyre in the hands of Sara...shes not very nice to them. But I decided that I wanted the chitter chatter of birdie pies to keep me company, and thats when I went to Bracken to pick out some babies. I like to adopt the mutant birds because theyre usually sweet, so I looked at the "as is" cockatiels. Most of the time, the as is 'teals are either missing feet, or toes, or their feet are too small for their body. Normal 'teals are in the $75-150 range, but the as is ones are usually 20. I looked and didnt see any deformed ones, and the lady said that a guy came last week and bought three really sweet ones, and all she had now were ones that had gotten older and regressed a little. We attempted to pull them out of the cage but they were all angry and mean and bitie. I decided to get some parakeets instead. Keets are sturdy pets, very loveable and can learn lots of stuff. Theyre colorful, great around kids, and they have the cutest little chitter chatter youve ever heard. Knowing that I was willing to take in a mamed bird, she said she saw a really sweet keet with one foot, so we looked for him...but we couldnt find him. Aparantly he found another home. But I decided on a pretty blue one, because David likes blue, and also a yellowish bluish brownish female. Shes a bitch mothafucka, and her little love bites leave marks. But I wanted two so they could be friends. Maybe even fuck buddies, who knows? Its a male and a female, so its possible I suppose. She sold them to me at the regular price, even though one of them was rare and banded...she was a nice lady. She helped me out the door, and I brought them in their little Chinese takeout boxes to my car. I hoped that David would approve. I named the blue one Wyatt on the name home. He approved. However I did not approve of the yellow one and her biting...that had to stop. "Can we name this one Fucking Bitch?" "No honey, we have kids." "Oh." Eventually, after asking Ty what he wants to name it, and he kept saying "Yucky," I decided on Bella. I thought maybe he would name it something cool like how I use to name finches. See also: Tyler, Marla, Armpit, Onion, Kiwi, Tiki, Cinnamon, Peanutbutter and Spaghettio For once in my life, I didnt want my animal to have a stupid name, and thats a big step forward for me. See also: Crumpet, Dirt Claude, Cotton Ball, Chill Pill, Ju Ju Bee and Blueberry Cheesecake. I think I had a bunny named Velcro once, but I adopted it with that name. It seems that when I name something good, it lives longer. Cookie Monster, my big fluffy kitty, hes still alive and living with my sister. Sara took in Shelly, a calico cat that I adopted from Petsmart a while back, and I swear, that little thing never got any bigger, but it was very loyal and sweet to humans...just a bitch to all of the animals. And its still alive because it has a good name. So, I leave you with my newest pals who Im sure will cause mischeif and mayhem (and who I was forbidden to name Bloggie)
Wyatt and Bella September 09 Bigger And Better ThingsCurrent Temp: 71 Current Mood:   That kid whos parents dont supervise him, the little blonde destructive one, he found a shopping cart somewhere on the property and has tied it to the back of his bike with a rope. He has little black children in the cart. He gains speed by going on the sloped black top, then at the last second he turns, and the cart crashes into the metal pole that holds up the chain link fence. The little kids in the cart scream "Ow! My back!" The blonde kid says hes sorry, but as soon as the kids free their cart from the fence, he sends them into some bushes. Then the kids want to get out and they complain that hes hurting them on purpose. He denies it and says that hes really getting the raw end of the deal because he has to pedal the bike, and they get to just sit back and ride in the cart. So they stay in the cart and he heads for some mailboxes...  Its all good to go. I will share it with you then, but not now. And yes, the internet version will be uncensored and first names are going to be mentioned as I generally tend to do with my blog. It may not do anything but it might do something. Either way, its the right thing to do. I read it out loud to David, and he approves. But it was durring this paragraph right after the word "breasts"... "My husband told me that many of the male employees would approach him and ask him about my breasts. This once happened after I was in the store the night before alone, and asked a group of courtesy clerks where an item was located in the store, and they all scuffled around and then told me the wrong aisle. Because I am not a customer, I'm open to having your employees make sexual remarks about my body, is this correct? Its what I've been led to believe for about a year and a half now." ...that he made a weird cough/sneeze noise while drinking his soda. I turned around and looked at him and he had soda coming out of his nose, and some more dribbling down his neck. "Um...problem?" "Nope. No problem at all." "Its getting into your neck rolls." Then he very casually wiped his face with his sleeve. Next week his schedule doesnt have anymoe 3 AM shifts, they have him getting off at 12. They have him working 5 days, but no Sunday, so his last day is really Saturday. And why couldnt they have done this in the first fucking place? Oh but Im up late again tonight waiting for him to come home around 2 or 3. Fuckers...I cant wait to expose these bastards, Ill have their jobs for this...or maybe just for the other stuff...doesnt matter. I want their jobs on a pike. Jen and I were on the phone last night till about a quarter to two discussing the new report. This social worker is something else, I tell you. Her report, the way shes written the phone conversations isnt consistant, and she breaks things up as if they were two different calls. She also leaves out very important details, like entire days, its very strange and unprofessional. For some reason, its in there about how adamant I was about her not having a rash, but remember the shoe insident? Not in there, just the "rash." Its also in there that I didnt even put the medicated cream on her and that the rash cleared up the next day on its own. Jen also sat and read this with her lawyer, and when they got to the part where "The caretaker began taking pictures of the floor saying how dirty and disgusting it was" he laughed. He aparantly had a very good chuckle that I took pictures. Kindof a "you go girl" thing. Reguarding the floor, the lawyer said that "these people dont care." Hmm. Well I sent a nice letter to my congressman about the floor, I guess we shal see what is said about that, if anything. I mean, the guy may be right and nobody may care, but my next move is alerting the media. Seriously, news stations around here literally sit quivering by the phone in anticipation for you to call and give them a story. And they love doing things like going up to houses where a bunch of sex offenders live and provoking them with their cameras. Im not out for money, revenge, or blood, but I do think that the floor needs to be cleaned every once in a while, I mean, there could be choking hazards and rotting food behind a table in there.  Nuff said. David picked up an application for voluenteer fire fighter yesterday. Aparantly if you voluenteer first, you get more "points" on your application for fire fighter 1 or 2. We arent sure, but we think its like the reserves, where you serve so many hours a month or whatever, because he cant give up his night job opportunity (looks like hes got his foot in the door at Expensive Clothing Store.) The application asks for two refrances from "outstanding citizens in the community." HA HA HA! Ok, well here ya go cheif, heres a reccomendation from the former federal fish and game director for the county and heres one from a San Bernardino Sheriff who lives in Beaumont. Hes a shoe in for sure. Also, it wants one relitive who doesnt live with him. I told him to list my sister, hands down. Its either my sister or his dad, and his dad...well hes not great with words. He means well, but...I just think my sister could be a little more professional and helpful to his case. "Yes, David is very responsible, works very hard, and is always willing to help me out here at my house with large projects. He is young, but he is wise beyond his years and has always been interested in helping people, and I am positive he would make an excellent fire fighter." "Heh..yeah Ive known Dave now for...since he was born 18 years ago, a little before actually, um...he done passed me up cuz I mostly drive school busses and I worked at Mcdonnalds once...oh and I was in the air force reserves once too. We use to live over in Colorado and there was this lady who worked at the bank, her name was Jill, and she would always talk to us, and one day she said that her car broke down in the snow and she had to call AAA, can you believe that? Heh heh...yeah David is a good boy, my other sons are all either on or off of drugs, Steve is about ready for a mental instituion, boy I dont know whats the matter with him, but uh...now Fred, he lives in San Bernardino, and Matt is my step son, his wife sure is purdy. Oh but Dave...yeah he worked at Stater Brothers, he did a good job there at gettin the carts and cuttin the meat up. Hes not so good at cookin the meat though, the other day he set the steak on fire and it was all blackened on the outside but still all raw on the inside, I was like sheesh. But yeah, Dave, hes got some kids, hes married...cant remember her name, but shes got one of them 'blog' things where she writes about us alot..." I need to call around to get my Sherriff relitives number, and its going to be fun to explain that David quit Staters and now works at the recycling center. It sounds like such a shitty minimum wage job, but its pretty sad that its actually better paying there than at Staters. I guess he met the owner of the recycling centers today, he dropped by and said that the man in charge of David said that he was doing a really good job. Woo hoo! Nice to have a company be nice to you every once in a while right? Espessally since we arent sure how long he will have to voluenteer for before he gets hired on with the FD. But then again, he may not voluenteer, espessally if the hours arent good for him to do both that and a second job. The thing is, the second job is just for an income supplement, not to support us, so he could take his 2 days off a week, or even three from the second job and be able to voluenteer, we will have to see. If he cant, then oh well...I guess he will just take his chances with just applying cold with no experience, but a couple of excellent reccomendation letters. I swear, these kids grew up yesterday, all of them hit milestones, they like all changed in one day. First of all, yesterday morning when watching their very educational ABC video, durring the credits when they sing the song, Rory just decides to belt out the song. It wasnt all there, but she sang along with it "A B C D E G G G G G G G G G G P! G G S T U G cdnbdf bccx djsd and G." And Wade, he has been just saying random words, like when David is putting him into the carseat he says "dont wiggle." Wade says that, not David. Oh and then on the way home from my sisters house he figured out how to undo his carseat and we turned around to find him trying to climb into the back window. We pulled over and put him back, and we are hoping that it was just a fluke and that maybe we didnt put him in right or something, and that he really isnt able to undo the carseat, because that would be a very bad thing. But he also learned to be good, and he learned to drive the cars along the floor. He walks around the house driving the car all hunched over, standing only when crossing a threshold. And Ty, well hes using alot more complete sentences. His two favorite to say are normally "Stuck in'da mud" or "Up in'da sky." Today out he came out wearing a hat that David said was cute on him a while back, and he said "Look at me mommy, I wearing the cute." That should be a new catch phrase. "Oh honey, you are wearing THE CUTE" "That shirt is THE CUTE" "He said that? Oh now that is THE CUTE!" Or should it be teh cute? Oh and sorry, but there is no Davids World to report today, he didnt have time to write. He bought over $650 worth of glass, plastic and aluminum today, he was pretty busy. His average is $400. Doesnt that seem like alot? Aparantly it is. Oh but dont worry, he will go further in depth with the unsupervised children when he is able to sit and write. Aparantly, there are two cowboys, but they dont come together. The other one is The Leader, hes like 13 and doesnt wear quite as much cowboy gear, but he has the hat and boots and uses "sir." I asked David if the kids call him "He Who Walks Behind The Bins," and he didnt get it. Hes never seen Children Of The Corn, and I suppose if you havent either, you wouldnt get that. Him telling me about all these cowboys reminds me of Lars. Lars was this guy we went to high school with who was also a cowboy. He had a thick accent, he opened doors for girls, he was a real gentleman. He asked me out all the time, and I always said no. He would put his hat over his heart and tell me "Youre breakin' ma heart Jessah, youre breakin' ma heart." But the next year, on the first day of school he wasnt wearing his cowboy gear. We all said "Hello Lars, wheres your hat" and he snapped at us that his name wasnt Lars, it was Mike. That year he was a cocky bastard who designed video games. The following year I beleive he ended up being one of the Magic The Gathering geeks in the library, and his name was Steven. None of us were even sure that he was a student there. Im going to try to work on replanting some of my plants outside, upgrade everyone to larger pots and what not. Oh and COPS is on...I love this show... September 08 Answering All Those Questions...Current Temp: 68 Current Mood:
(just as I suspected, its actually spelled lettuce...I knew it didnt look right at 3:00 in the morning...)
Sue made it a point to mention my use of the word "dead" when describing perished food. She made it sound like the french fries use to be alive and crawling all over your arms and stuff before they were left in the heat of the car where they soon expired. Actually, when I refer to dead food, dead soda, or anything like that, I simply mean that its sort of "out of comission" or "retired." French fries that you eat are mostly crispy, probably recently cooked, and do the delici-dance on your taste buds. French fries that sat in the car for a few weeks and you discover under a carseat are not so good, and I dont reccomend eating them. See also: Dead Cheerios under the china hutch Dead food. Another question that pops up sometimes is something like what Dawn asked, "How did you make that picture like that?" Also, "How did you make it all sparklie?" I may have answered this long ago, Im not sure, but to recap, I use Jasc Paint Shop Pro. I know that people favor the Adobe, but I dont. I know that Adobe has its strong points, but Jasc has things more to my liking, such as the fact that you can undo (ctrl + z) as many times as you wish. Something that I dont believe Adobe has. Jasc runs for about $100, but their website is giving a discount and you can get it for $79. I got it for free. Dont ask me how, and NO it is not bootleged or stolen, I kindof got it the same way that I got an admin account at a very large cable company (and that is where I host my music files that you hear playing on my blog if youre in IE.) This answers part one about the images, Ill get to the animation in a sec. With Jasc, I can make cool pictures, like this...
And this...
Since these are the two most commen ones that actually have steps to them, Ill write down the steps. You may not understand this, and this may not be the official way to do it, but this is how I do it. For the first one, the picture of the handsome young fire fighter carying a damsel to safety, this is a cut and paste thing. I took a picture that I had of David looking to the side. He was actually looking the other way, so I mirrored that picture. Then I cut out his face, resized it so it was just about the right size to fit under the helmet, copied it, then layered it on to the photo. Then with the girly, she was a blonde, and Im using a new technique that I learned with the hue brush where I can change the color to a target color. Im still learning that one, so thats why the hair is REEEEEED instead of red. Pic #2 is a little different. I make two copies of the picture, and I make one of them greyscale. I use the color photo and cut out the car, then copy it, and layer it on to the greyscale pic. Simple as that...I think. As for the animations, youll need Jasc Animation Shop. This isnt hard really, it just takes a few minutes. This animation here...
is only 3 frames. In Paint Shop, I make a little regular old picture using a cool font to type "Davids Doll" onto an invisible background. (Ctrl +A and delete.) Then I have to dig through my glitters, which Ive collected and split into seperate frames. Ive collected my glitters from a few places. Then I use the paint bucket to fill in the letters for the first frame, copy it, then paste it onto Animation Shop. I go back to Paint Shop, undo everything I filled, then go back and fill it with the second frame of glitter, and so on. Most of my glitters are 3 or 4 frames, but sometimes theyre 7 or so. Im not really good at explaining these programs, so if you have further interest, you should not consult me. I will only mislead you. Another question that everyone is kindof scared to ask, and I have answered before, is "is it real." With the existance of Wade, its one of those questions that people tiptoe around, including my nurses in the hospital. Im talking hair. The truth is, I dont know what my hair is, I think its secretly red though. When I was a kid, it was like Ty's color. Then it darkened, and I decided to dye it lighter. Then I bleached. Then I went highlighter yellow. Then I made a HUGE mistake and went red. This is sort of how it went through high school...
(cereal killer, 10th grade Halloween)
(Vermilion chick, 11th grade, glowed under a black light)
(Senior year, long and red and right behind ya) Ok, well after I got tired of the red, I tried to go blonde. It did not go blonde. Infact it turned even more red. Its been like that for years. Legend has it, that if you have red in you at all, that red dye will pull out those highlights and make your hair forever crimson. Is this true? Well, you tell me. This is the color that I use to dye my hair.
Heres how it turns out on me.
So basically, the red is from a bottle. But without it, I just look like one of those washed out red heads? Its gross. But it comes out like this every time, and Ive been dying "red" with blonde coloring since I was 19. I dont know what to call this other than a sign that ya shouldnt be messin with the calar that gaaad gave you! Yoo should thank yer lucky staars you even have a heeed for haaair to grooow an. Either way, thats my story and Im stickin to it. Ive blinded you with science, its poetry in motion, but it answers some questions. If you have any more questions to ask me, you can either leave a comment or email me, and I will answer them when Ive run out of ideas. Tune in tomorrow for what David calls his new screen play, "Children Of The Cans." Its about all of the little unsupervised children who come recycle at his shack. Youll meet Demorious, a 7 year old from the apartments next door, age 9, Sugar Snatcher, a 7 year old who recycles and begs him for candy and always has green or blue lips from a previous popsicle, the Mexican Pygme Clan, and even Lil Buckaroo, who is 7 and dresses like a cowboy...like...down to the spurs and boots. All of these kids exist, and none of them have parents. Strange. Austa...
September 07 There's No I In Team, But There's An STU In StupidCurrent Temp: 80 Current Mood:  No kids, no dogs, no cats. She didnt say NOTHIN about husbands over at Random And Odd, home of Stuff Portrait Friday. 1. My freedom  I realize that an apartment might not seem like the symbol of freedom, espessally with all of the rules we have here. No dogs, no cats, no BBQ's, neighbors everywhere and nothing you can do about them, but its freedom. Hey, it beats living with your parents, right? I know that some people live with their parents because they cant make rent on their own, and some people live with their parents because theyre spoiled and codependant and cant stop blowing their money up their nose. But this is mine. We live here, I can keep it clean or let it be dirty, and I can technically paint the walls except I dont feel like unpainting them when we move. 2. My hope  Hope always reminds me of the color yellow. Maybe its because of the ribbons that people have for the troops...but thats support isnt it? I dont know. But if my hope were a color, because I dont know how else I can photograph such a concept, it would be yellow, like this rose. 3. My wish  Ok, is that not sexy? Ok...and that is not really us. I lifted the photo from google images and edited it a little...like I put Davids face over the real fireman, and I colored the blonde ladies hair red (though my hair has NEVER been THAT red) and I had to give her boobs. She didnt have much to speak of, and the push brush only goes so far. But the idea is there...I really want him to be a firefighter. Its what he wants, its what I wants, its what the world wants. And guess what? The nice man from fish and game said he can get David into any fire station in California. Come November, if he really goes through with this, expect that up there to be my new blog pic. Oh awesome. In sadder news, I made dissapointed banana bread today. I make alot of banana bread. Rory is not being reunited with her mother as we thought she might have been yesterday. They went to the hearing this morning and werent able to settle it. Basically, without going into too much detail, they wanted her to fess up to a few things. She fessed up to the things that were true, such as her house being dirty. However, they wanted her to cop up to allegations that arent true at all, things that they assumed about her. For instance, that she abuses perscription medications. She does not do this. She has perscriptions, but they were PERSCRIBED to her by a doctor. They want her to admit that she has a problem, and she does not have a problem. Of all the things that I think of Jen, or know, I know that she isnt abusing at this time. Has she in the past? I dont know, and Im not going to comment on it. I know that she is not abusing them. I also believe that she doesnt have a mental illness. They want her to admit to having one, but I dont believe she does. I dont know for sure that she doesnt, but I dont believe she does, and she doesnt believe she does, so why would she fess up to having one? Basically, and if you think this smells rotten youre right, they want her to admit to being a drug addict and that shes crazy, and then theyll give her back. Thats just not right, because thats why she was taken in the first god damn place according to them, so as long as she admits that what they THINK of her is right, theyll give her back. Her lawyer agrees, and they didnt take it. Therefore, we have another pre trial on the 13th. I say we because aparantly my brothers lawyer wants to meet Rory. Ill get to that in a minute. I was dissapointed that Rory didnt get to go home today, but its not because we dont want her here. It may seem that way, but Ill repeat what Ive said from the begenning, and that is "we will give her a home for as long as she needs one, and we want whats best for Rory." Yes, its hard on us, but its also hard on her. Ive seen changes in Jen, and Ive learned alot about that woman. Ive had some difficult decisions to make about my opinion of her and her parenting, but ya know? I believe that Rory needs to be back with her mom. Im sure people think Im a bad parent, and thats probably why 10% of you read my blog, just to see the horrible terrible parenting I write about. I think lots of people are bad parents. I think lots of people are stupid, fat, ugly, worthless, abusive and a waste of air, but one thing that none of you can argue with me on is that I am not Rory's mother. Rory has a mother, and her mother is learning alot too. If asked if I think that Rory should go back, a month ago Id of said mostly not. Now? I believe that Jen and her daughter need to be reunited. Its whats right. If someone took my kids from me because of all of the dead french fries I found under Ty's seat yesterday, and told me I couldnt have him back unless I admitted that I was a slob, a shitty parent, and that I feed them nothing but Happy Meals, it wouldnt be fair. As much as some of the things she does isnt really eye to eye with my own standards, Im not the police on that kind of thing. And shes learned that some of the things shes doing arent really great either. Its time to leave well enough alone and get these two back together. Then theres Dilla. Dilla is Richard. Richard is Stu. All three of these one person is my brother. He told Jen today to tell me that I should bring Rory to court next Wednesday because the judge will want to meet her, and so will the lawyers. I dont know if this is the lawyers talking or if thats my brother "acting as his own attorney." County council, who is Rory's lawyer, hasnt said anything about it. Ive gotten no papers requesting that she be there. He said something off the colar the other day about how he wants the judge to see how happy she is around them. And yesterday Cookie mentioned to me that when I was leaving to let my brother have his visit, Rory tried to follow me out of the room. Shes become use to being my duckling. And as I know that she loves her parents very much, I know that shes two, and she is trained, and she is also very confused right now on who shes supposed to be going with, and who is allowed to remove her clothing in back rooms and take pictures of her "butterfly." (I know its silly, but thats what Jen calls it.) So when Jen asked if the actual lawyer asked to see Aurora, or if thats what he made up, he started yelling about how if nobody is going to cooperate with him then hes going to raise her by himself. Jen said something about "Knock it off, youve already yelled and screamed at me today." I lost it. I am tired of dealing with adults who dont know how to work through their problems without yelling about them or getting into fist fights. Its happened my whole life and Im sick of it. And then I married into a family where its ok to call people up and threaten to hurt them. Enough is enough. "You two need to KNOCK IT OFF! Youre supposed to be pulling together and being a team here, and THIS is not team work. He needs to accept that he has very little credibility as a father, and that hes not father of the year, never has been and most likely never will be, but he fathered a child, and you mothered it, and it is BOTH of your responsibilities to step up to the plate and care for your offspring. MY husband had to get a second job to cover her living here, and he wont even get one! You two HAVE to come together on this, he needs to realize that he couldnt raise her alone if he tried unless he wants her taken away again. Living in the back of a fucking camper shell is NOT acceptable, and he cant even fucking support himself without having to mouch off of everyone around him. You two are trying to get your daughter back, YOU TWO need to get your asses in gear and work together on this. I dont care how wronged you feel you are by the government, yes its shitty, but shut the FUCK up and take some god damned responsibility, quit blaming your problems on everyone else, and FOCUS." Her response was "yeah, I know." This is how he acts! This is why I hate my brother! He tries to borrow money from me and I say no, so he throws a fit and starts spewing insults and trying to guilt me into letting him have his way. He cant get his daughter back right now, and Ill tell you why. Ok, hes passed all the polygraph tests saying that hes never hurt her, and isnt likely to hurt her, hes not dangerous, but you want to know why he cant get her back right now? Because hes too arogant. These people have the power of the pen, and here he goes flying off the handle at them because he watched some video on the internet about how anyone who works for the government is an alien or some shit. Did I tell you that he is trying to convince David NOT to get a government job? Did I ever tell you that hes convinced that everyone in the San Bernardino Sheriffs is a KKK member? Hes so high up on his own shit that he thinks hes enlightened. Hes not enlightened, hes stupid. Hes probably the stupidest person I know, even dumber than I am. And Im pretty dumb, I mean look at me, I cant spell worth a fuck. But he, dear readers, is stupid. For that he will pay. No wonder he thinks the world is against him, he cant let anything good happen to himself to convince him otherwise. He cant just accept things for what they are, and just be ignorant of the things he shouldnt tresspass in. I know that the government is fucked, and I know that there are probably alot of things that they dont tell us, but its for our own good. A bunch of sheeple is alot better than mass hysteria. And my brother is mass hysteria and sheep-person internet conspiracy website reading moron all rolled into one burrito. Thats a nasty filthy disgusting burrito. So to recap, my brother is a retard, Rory isnt home yet, and we will keep her here for as long as she needs a home. End transmission. Ive decided to dedicate the month of October to having a haunted blog kind of thing going on. If youve ever googled my name, if you go back enough pages, you might run into my old ghost hunting website. I dont ghost hunt anymore, mainly because I have kids, and I know that ghosts cant hurt you, but there are other things that can. Physically, youre looking at Yucaipa residents who have access to guns, lots and lots of guns. Also, rattlesnakes if youre outside, old people who chase your car with a mailbox (it happened once) and mean teenagers. Metaphysicly, demons. I dont care what you say, I dont question their existance any longer. Yes, I talk about zombies and draculas, but demons are a for sure thing, and Ive decided to no longer persue any contact with spirits, or research them in anyway. Also, this is an example of what I see on just about any given day. (Edited photo, dont stop the presses just yet.)  Thats an example of what I see. Could very well be my shitty vision, but at any rate, its similar to what people see in photographs that appear to be ghostly stuff, so if I can see that without a lens...yeah. And it didnt use to be that way, so I know that people dont see like that all the time. I dont even see like that all the time, so Ill just leave it at that. What I plan to do next month is in each blog entry Ill tell a ghost story, or something to that effect. Local hauntings, what some dumbass put on the internet as fact when its clearly not (ooooh theres some good ones there,) and the elusive yet everywhere "gravity hill." Im sure your town has a gravity hill right? So does everyone elses. And 90% of the stories encourage you to put baby powder on the bumper of your car so you can see the little ghostie handprints of the children who helped push you up the hill. I swear, theres a logical explanation, Ill get to it next month though. But dont fret, youll still get the meaty, hearty, enriching crap that I write about every day in your blog soup,* but next month youll get little packets of crackers with it. (Put those in your purse by the way, they are perfect to use as *I usually refer to the content of a blog as a sandwich, but because fall is fast approching, Ill use soup. A blog is stacked together like a sandwich, yes. It is organized, and it has a point...much like bread, mayo, letuice, cheese MEAT, cheese, letuice, mayo, bread. But it can also be chopped into big chunks of something, stirred around in a big pot, or even nuked on high for 3 minutes. Its hearty, its bold, and its all about flavor. I suppose that could also be like a steak sauce, but we are talking soup here, so shut up. Look forward to it. As for poor David, hes working tonight until 3 AM. He said he doesnt even feel like going in, but he wants to be nice. Hes giving more than those fuckers even deserve. I told him to sprawl out on his belly and color in a Finding Nemo coloring book. Crayons everywhere, his tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth and everything. Really he will probably just help out the night crew is what he told me. I told him that its not in his job description to do that. "If nothing else, you NEED to tell the union. Even if you dont sue the pants off of these ass clowns, you need to tell someone about whats happening to you." "Yeah...ok...(inaudible)...see ya later." Beaumont residents, dont be afraid to take advantage of Stater Bros FREE full service meat department. Yes, full service at no extra cost to you. They will MORE THAN GLADLY de-bone six chickens for you. Its cheaper that way you know, its the loop hole in the system. You get bone-in chicken and ask them to take the bones out, and viola! You get boneless chicken at the bone-in price! Very useful. Yes...please take advantage of the fryer chickens, six...oh hell, 10 of them. Have them deboned and save them for the winter. I hear that Gilbert is more than happy to help you with that. And Kimberly, oh shed blush if I told you, but she LOOOOOOVES being asked to grind things twice. Oh and be sure to make sure things are wrapped properly. If youre not happy with the way the wrapping of the meat looks, maybe a slight wrinkle in the paper that might possibly cause your meat to not be so fresh, ask them to wrap it again, as many times as you wish! And if they have a problem with helping you, politely remind them that their name tag reads, "Here to serve you!" Exclamation point and everything, so that means theyre eager to help. Yucaipa, Calimesa, Banning residents, this is a much nicer store than any of the ones in your areas, and the people there are SO nice and MORE THAN WILLING to serve you! The 10 minute drive is MORE than worth it to experience the service youll get from the people who work back there, a bunch of little nougat filled treasures, I tell you. If you happen to meet David T there, take it easy on him. Slip him a 20, pat him on the head, and yell REALLY loud that hes the best damn meat clerk in the west, and whoever lets him get away is a bloody fidiot. Oh, and dont forget to raise your hand in the air and snap your fingers for service. And ask them to hurry up, they like it, I swear.  Toodles! September 06 Im 5'9 But That Doesnt Make Me A Big Person.Current Temp: 81  Current Mood:   I dont drive at night, I just dont do well at it. But David drives for me, and this makes things safe. However, the front passenger window doesnt roll down, and our air is broken again, so this makes things a little warm on that side of the car. But at night, its not so bad if you roll down his window and one of the kids windows in the back. We were coming home from my inlaws house and his window was down. It was still like 85 degrees out, but it beats the tripple digits from earlier in the day. We rolled into Beaumont, and we stopped at our intersection. Somewhere from the trees or something, someone whistles. You know, that sexy whistle? And without skipping a beat, David yells "Hey sthailor"   "Uuuuuum...why did you do that?" "Do what?" "Have you been giving BJ's to the locals in your little shack?" "NO! I was just messing around hon." "Hmm. Maybe you should start, we could use the cash." Oh, and check this out, incase you havent seen...   None other than Suri Cruise. I think she looks strikingly like her mother, but I dont think hes the dad. And yes, I believe its possible that she was created in a lab, or that they adopted an Asian baby and made it get facial reconstructive surgery to look like them. I think his apology to Brooke was perfectly timed for this magazine to come out, and I think the man is insane or an alien or something. And if hating Tom Cruise is wrong, I dont wanna be right. So now hes thinking about becoming a fire fighter. David, not Tom Cruise. We talked about it jokingly and he ended up googling it when he got home. We dont know the pay, all we know is that CDF is hiring November 1st for both fire fighter 1 and fire fighter 2. 1 is just seasonal, basically you get hired on for 6 months. If they like you, you become 2, which is permanant. And the plus side? You only have to be 18. Most other jobs (including the Frito Lay that was suggested by the troll) you have to be 21 for. Aparantly you can be both 18 and stupid enough to run into buring buildings. The real downside is that its like three days on, four days off. As in 72 hours in a row. Like, he sleeps there. "Oh but honey, you get to hang out with guys...and make friends!" "Yeah!" "You guys can play cards, watch football..." "Yep" "Worship false idols" "Yep" "Oh and learn how to make chilly. I hear firemen make excellent chilly. And they learn how to make all these crazy dishes, and then they come home and cook for their wives." "I can rescue kittens out of trees" "You CAN rescue kittens out of trees, that would be adorable." I poked at the fat on his belly, as its the only place that hes still gushy. I dont like that. Hes all skinny now, and all grown up and tall. I like the flub, and now hes losing it. I told him that I didnt like that he was losing all this weight, and that hes going to have to gain some of it back. And without even trying, he said in one of those Raul "romance novel" voices, "Well baby, I dont know whats going to happen when Im a fire fighter..." "You melt me with your words." I plowed my face into his stomach pooge. Fire fighter...thats dangerous work. When hes a cop hes atleast armed, as a fire fighter hes like running into burning buildings and stuff. He gets to play with the big hose though, and make friends. Friends who I can bring lemon squares and brownies to just to have an excuse to hang around. "Hi boys, I baked you an apple brown betty. You want me to set it over here?" "Alright! Thanks Mrs T! Dude, David T your wife is the best." Make no mistake, I dont sit and think about this stuff all day, just a little bit sometimes. But, this doesnt solve the fact that he needs a job until that time. Sure, the job hes keeping pays well, and it covers us, but thats how we have been living for three years now, paycheck to paycheck. It sucks. We do what we can but sometimes we still come up short, and we are both sick of it. Now that we have had a taste of actually having money left over, we like it. He gives me my little wifely allowance of $300 and I come back with food, diapers, a full tank of gas, those little dishwasher gel packs, and whatever else we need to get through the week. And there is money left. And we buy cheese burritos from Bakers. Yes, a cheese burrito. A burrito made entirely of cheese and tortilla. Oh, and red sauce, but I dont like that. The cheese burrito is one of my filthy habbits. I dont care if Im not supposed to be eating cheese, Ill deal with that when the time comes. My brother on the other hand will sit and eat a brick of cheese. No joke. Sounds gross, and it is...thats why I like my cheese intake to be melted inside a tortilla. Good god thats nummers. Back to my point, if I have one, and Im not sure that I do, he needs a job now. Just something that pays minimum that he can work like 25 hours a week for. But, it looks like things may get easier on us possibly, for tomorrow Rory may be reunited with her mother. They went to the hearing this morning, and it looks like Jen is down for RF, but my brother isnt. What this means is that they have rescheduled another hearing for tomorrow morning, and at that time they will decide to either give her back, or give Jen more time. I dont know whats going to happen. When it comes to my brother though, hes actually ready to fire his lawyer because he doesnt think hes being tough enough. Ha, I call bullshit. This guy has done more for my brothers case than ANY other lawyer would have, including lots of stuff to prove his case against him not being dangerous, and that Rory was never in danger around him. Yeah, my brother (27, never had a job, gets lost in the mountains) plans to represent himself. He is going to blow it. He is going to seriously blow it. Oh but he thinks he knows better, he thinks hes going to get away with this because "aint nobody gunna tayke ma lil gurl from meh." And yes, there is a third report, and guess whats in it? Yep, they know about me taking pictures of their floor.  Now, there is two ways that they may have become aware of this. One, is most likely, they have cameras and mics set up in the rooms. Infact when I was there I found what I believe is a camera, and I pointed at it and talked into it for a minute. Also, it could be that theyre reading my blog. Could be, and Im not ruling that out. Ive really got nothing to hide, and I do plan to write to my congressmen about that floor, infact that entire building. It wont be the first time that someone has used my blog against me dirty and it certainly wont be the last, I make my living out of this. However, it wasnt the blog, no...it was a camera. We know this because when Jen went back up after the visit today, she said a woman was pushing a big cart of TV screens out the door. Well, that answers that. Today was fun at the visit, I kindof threw the "babysitter" for a loop when I informed him that I would be staying for the visit today. "Um, well...there is a park across the street you can play in..." "That park is dirty. Its covered in grafiti and the people who walk around in it are questionable." "Oh. Well...theres a mall..." (I see. Stupid housewife with her husbands credit card, she will love the mall.) "Nope, I dont have any money and Moreno Valley isnt exactly a safe area. Ill stay here where theres plenty of cameras to catch the bad guys on film if they happen to storm the office. Ok?" He did alot of secret talking on his little cell phone today, and asked me half way if I could give Jen some alone time. I said sure, and I went into the waiting area. Little Miss Freshly Scrubbed came out not too long after, and was bubbly and sweet as always!!! "HI! How are you DOING!!!" "Great." "Hows everything with Aurora?" "Shes excellent. No...shes fantastic." "Ok...great. Are these your kids?" "Yes." "Theyre cute." "Thank you." "I need to see her rash" "What rash?" "I need to document it." "Are you medical personell?" "Um...no..." "Well Im no longer comfortable with non medical staff looking at that. Its my understanding that she was taken into the back last time and had her diaper removed by strangers, Im no longer comfortable with that." "Well Im required by law to look at it." "Whats the law?" "Whats the law? Would you like to see my supervisor?" "I would like to see your supervisors supervisors supervisor." "Um, they arent here. But I have to see this rash" "You know what? Because there is no rash, Ill allow you to have a peek, but no cameras, ok?" So she went back to the room, and I followed. They had Jen take off Rory's diaper, and babysitter guy tried to shut me out of the room. "Excuse me, I need to be present for this. Theyre taking my nieces diaper off, I will be in the room for that." The social worker just said ok, and let me in. There was no rash. Shes fine. So then she asks me about the cream I use on her. "Balmex Creamy Barrier Lotion." "Ok...but what about what the doctor gave you?" "The two week perscription cleared up the origional rash. The barrier lotion keeps her from getting a new one." So Jen chimes in, "You cant keep moisture on her, thats what causes rashes" "Yeah, Ive noticed." "So...what is wrong with cornstarch," Jen asks the social worker. "Well, I cant give you any medical advice, but..." "You told me a month ago that I couldnt use cornstarch on her at night to keep her dry. You told me that. You gave me medical advice," said I. "Youll need to speek with her doctor I guess..." "Yes. Her doctor. Who I wanted to check her today for her non existant rash? Come on kids, its time for Uncle Richard to come have his visit." What the hell is the obsession with rashes? Ok, DAVID has a fucking diaper rash. Ok, actually his is called by "swamp ass," which is caused by sweat dripping down his crack. What of it? We sat in the lobby and watched Shrek while Jen and Cookie gathered themselves and came out. My brother came, all dressed up in his suit and tie, and he looks right at me and says, "Jess, I love you, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking care of Aurora. It means alot to me." "Um. Ok." "No. Seriously. I love you. Thank you." "Yeah...well...um...good? Ok." Then I found a $100 bill on the ground and the sky opened up and god told me that the world is finally mine. Not really...but I was rather shocked. It was so random. And yeah, Im just a little uncomfortable with anyone but David and the kids throwing the ol' L word at me, and there were all these people...and like...I just grabbed my purse and got on the elevator. I dont know that it wasnt scripted. I had told Jen the other night when we were discussing him that I dont think my brother actually wants to work on a relationship with me, that he just mainly wants me to accept him for who he is, which I have a hard time doing. I also mentioned that as Im not doing this for thanks or praise, that it bothered me that hes never told me thank you. Dont know what to think of that one. I just have to let it process. If I may quote The Real Mrs here, "I need time to let that settle." Cookie looked well. She said shes feeling pretty good, and shes hopeful that theyll get Rory back tomorrow. Theyre in a hotel right now because of the house being renovated, but she said that sometimes she gave foster kids back to hotels. As long as its running water and shelter, its fine. (Oh, and if theres no yucky gigantic oil stains all over the floor .) Ive decided that we wont be taking in anymore fosters. Yes, we are a foster home, and I would love to help kids, but I just dont like dealing with CPS. I dont want to be open to all this criticism, and I dont want these people around me. When Rory goes back, Im done. I dont want to go back to that building, I dont want to go back to any of these places, or fill out these papers, or see any of these people again. Years from now, David wants to adopt a little black baby boy. We will deal with it then, but for now, I want my home and my very own kids back. And I dont want to be told how to raise them by ANYONE. I know, I could save the world, I could help innocent children. Im one of the few foster parents who wouldnt beat them or force them to eat their own diapers, but Im going to admit to being selfish and say that I just cant do it. I have my own to worry about, and the added stress...well, Ive admitted before that Im not a very big person. I stoop to other people's levels, I believe that revenge is best served with a light vinegrette, and I cant bring myself to apologize for things, even if I have a slight inkling that I might have done something wrong. One thing that Im not though is superwoman. I cant take another kid in because Im not perfect. I dont claim to be super mom, I dont claim to have all the answers, and I am three years too young to have kids or be married by my own standards. I mean, I fucking rock and Im the best mom these kids have or will ever meet, but Im not so much of a showoff that I would take on more than I could handle. Also why we dont want anymore kids right now. Anyhoo, Im going to attempt to catch this lightning storm on film. Its awesome. Its over the hill, looks like over Apple Valley and its all contained inside some puffy clouds, so its just lighting up within them, its cool. Cheers... Oh, right...and Half Naked Thursday. Ok...well those of you who didnt watch my movie, you wont know that this picture is reused.  September 05 Stand By For The Belching GrannyCurrent Temp: 81  Current Mood:   Adorable bun Doesnt this make you sad? Australia truly lost a colorful son. I wasnt a hardcore fan like I know alot of other people are, but when I saw the breaking news report, it deffinatley hit me like a ton of bricks...like shocking bricks. I was more effected by his death than I was by my mothers, which says a few things. And I was suprised that nobody had heard about it in my blog circle. I hadnt come across one blog that talked about it all weekend, and I know Im the stark raving loon who sits on the news, so ofcorse I would know, but that explains why nobody mentioned it. However, Cute Overload is paying a special tribute to him today, you could check it out, the last few entries are dedicated to Australian animals, like this little guy. So sad. The only other person I know who would cry openly like that about animals is Chawny. I was always sad when animals died, but for her, there was a whole funeral involved, and a greiving process. She would call me at like 9:30 at night bawling, "Kittle DIIIIIIIIIIIIIED!" It was terrible. It was just a kitten, but that matters not to my friend here. Her little sugar glider got sick and she found out that he has liver disease. The conversation went almost like she was telling me her mother had cancer or something, it was hard on her. More compassionate to animals than humans, with the exception of children, I think she secretly likes them. "No, I dont like people. I would save a dog before I would save a human any day." "Ok...so a man and a dog are in a crosswalk and a car is coming, and you can only push one out-" "The dog. Hands down." "Ok...well how about a 6 year old kid and a dog? Who would you save?" "..." "..." "I see your point." Now, its somewhat known that her and David will probably be starting their law enforcement careers around the same time roughly 1 1/2 - 2 years from now. They start together because thats when he hits the age requirement, and she needs more time to pass for her to have been "drug free." She made some poor choices in highschool, like many, but around the time hes old enough to apply, she will have met the requirement. I wish that she would come back to California so they can do fish and game together, that would be awesome. And I could totally see David crying over his special aligator friend, I totally could. My sister however believes that David belongs in the Dominos commercials for Fudgems, because "I could just see him chasing after a giant brownie, that is so David."  He might do that, maybe. I attempted pre-pre school today, that was interesting. Ty is smart like a whip and knows alot already, but he doesnt perform under pressure. You cant tell him which letter to draw or else he will suddenly forget which letter is what and play stupid and lay there looking at you. And you might think Im crazy or pushing him to become some overacheiver, but the truth is that kinder isnt what it was when we went to school. Kids are learning to read in kinder now, its crazy. And even though they cut the classroom sizes here in CA down to I think 20 students for kinder, you would be suprised at how many parents dont teach their kids a damn fucking thing and the teacher is left focusing on those dumbass kids while your kid isnt learning as much as he should, because everyone has to slow down for the dumb kids. I speak from experience here, I worked with both spanish learning english students AND the ones who were just "slow" in my sisters class a few years ago. And its amazing, year after year there are kids who come in and dont know where the back of the book is. They cant use scissors, they can only scribble, and its a reflection of the parents. Now when I was in kindergarten, I remember learning colors and art projects. I remember that I put the red and yellow clay together, and it made orange, and that was fantastic. Now theyre learning phonics and crap, so much more is expected. And the art projects all have a point to them now, its not just random "paint a tree and use tissue paper for the leaves" anymore, it cordinates with stories and it has to do with learning. I mean, my kindergarten was educational Id say, I learned that "The Turkey Shot Out Of The Oven"song, and something about "If I lived at the time that Mr Lincoln did with his stove pipe hat and something something lid," and that little girls with short hair get mistaken for being a boy. I want Ty to be preparred, and have a head start on the rest of the brats, so I have always worked with him, but now I just want to make it more school like. We sat at the table with his educational dry erase book, and he decided to draw a few shapes. Ok, he decided to draw circles over and over. When I suggested the triangle, he told me no. He wanted to draw circles. I eventually flipped over to the letters, where he suddenly became retarded. "Ty, where is S for Sandy?" "Lets go see Sandy." "No...where is the letter S...S like Sandy" "Um...I wanna go see Sandy." "Ok. How about T for Ty?" "Thats a turtle." "Ok, turtle." "No, Ty. T for Ty." "Ok...can you draw a T?" "Um...H. Draw an H" He drew an H next to the T. Rory on the other hand was over there pointing out G and F. Thanks Sesame Street. Eventually we moved on to the letter flash cards. They have pictures on the backs that represent the letter. "Ty, what is this?" "Go lay down." "What is this green creature here" "Um...go lay down" "It starts with an F. It says ribbit." "Look at that zipper" (He sees the Z card advertised on the box) "Yes Ty, its a zipper, but lets discuss this green thing that starts with fff" "Where is the zipper?" Ok, if it gets his attention, lets find the damn zipper. "Here it is Ty, here is the zipper." "Ooooh! Zipper on the pants. I need the pants. Where are the pants?" "You took your pants off, remember?" "I need pants. And I need to go pee pee on the potty." 20 minutes later "Ok, now what is this?" "G!" "Alright! Now what is on the back! What is that a picture of?" "Berries! G for Berries!!!" I didnt do much else today, I just didnt feel like it. Plus they took long naps, and I ended up dozing off with them. I didnt do any major cleaning today because I became uninspired when I woke up this morning to yarn scraps all over my living room floor. Theyre waking up before me and cutting my yarn, including current projects. Creeps. They did me a favor by napping though, they really did. I had finished my MIL's salt and pepper shakers...damn, forgot to take a picture...and I told her that we would come by and drop them off since he wasnt working Staters tonight. Funny though, she lifted a glitter animation from me that I made a while back for David...  Its now her messenger display pic. Funny that. I told her it looked awfly familiar. She offered to come over here if it was easier, which is nice of her, but I told her that my children sucked today and I wasnt really prepared for company. In other words, I planned to let the children destroy her house for three hours, its the price she has to pay. We went over there, and she liked the shakers. I think she did anyway. I had expected her to tell me that "they were too nice to use at the table" and that she would put them with all those other things I gave her that were "too nice" to be seen in public, but she said she liked them. I made them because I was bored and I miss clay. Plus I love my little molds, and the chili one reminded me of her. She told us that she has something wrong with her chest, like a hernia or something. Its causing her to have heartburn and aparantly, she belches. Ha ha ha...and even better? She belches while shes singing at church. I must capture this on film. I beleive we will invite ourselves to church sometime soon. Yes...this could be splended. "Why do you want to come to church with us Jessie?" "Um...because...we found Jesus. We have to pray now in the church." "Why do you have your camera." "Um. To take pictures of Jesus. He might show up in the images, or incase a tortilla gets a Virgin Mary in it or something, STOP ASKING QUESTIONS! WE ARE PEOPLE OF GOD NOW OK!!!" Send that shit to Americas Funnies Home Videos...we would get the $10,000 right then and there...that shit would be fantastic. They asked us questions about Gilbert and Kimberly, which I have to remember that they read my blog every day, so there is nothing really to tell them, they just ask us to elaborate on what they read that day. Look at me, Ive captivated myself an audience. My MIL doesnt write, she says shes not a writer, so you probably wont expect to see "Davids Doll: The Untold Story" on the market any time soon, and my FIL t y p e s r e a l l y s l o o o o o o o w. Besides, we need the money, so the stories that dig dirt up on me are already underway and will gain money by me. Also look forward to "I Hate Davids Doll" tshirts. Get em while theyre hot! They said that they want to harass the people who are responsible for him being forced to quit, thats more like it. I told them that I planned to also, and they kindof saw that coming. "You? Cause trouble?" What like thats shocking to any of you? I swear, when I go shopping this week theyll be doing more than sweeping up cookie crumbs on aisle 12. And they cant ask me to leave, remember? Im ONE OF THEM! Look, Im not talking slip and fall here, or anything retarded like that, Im talking like bumping into displays and having them fall EVERYWHERE. Because if I ever am banned from that store, I want to go out with a good reason. "Yep. It was back in ot' six that I was banned from the Stater Brothers. They were picking up boxes of cheap ice cream cones for probably 15 minutes after I left." Cant be worse than the people who take the whole baked chickens and eat them throughout the store and then shove the carcas behind the Cocoa Krispies. I promise you though, I promise you filth and grime on the 17th, which is his last day. I promise you. Just trust me. Hey, Im thinking about getting this tshirt, what do you think?  Suits me, no? Trust me, Im not nearly as interesting as the morons, strippers, children, delivery boys, potential strippers and pimple faced teens that I happen by in my life. Without all of them, Id just be talking about puzzles and house plants instead of belching grannies and zombies. What a world. Oh, I have to go now. He just drug in an abandoned reptile tank from the dumpster... September 04 "Oh."Current Temp: 84  Current Mood:   A good mother will always have a sufficient amount of fried chicken legs in the fridge. Um...or...unless youre vegetarian, or you dont eat chicken in your house, then I guess youd be a good parent to not have chicken in your house...but any self respecting bird eating family will have a sufficient ammount of fried chicken legs in the fridge. Why? Because they are perfectly kid sized, theyre easy to hold, and they pack a protine filled punch. And you can make them for cheap, rather than buying them at the service deli, which here youll pay $12.99 for a 16 piece, and it wont all be legs. And KFC is really good chicken, but its also greasy and...well...its fast food, which defeats the purpose of cheap because again, the chicken is expensive. I can buy a tray of 18 raw Foster Farms chicken legs for about $5.50. I take them home and use my best friend Alton Brown's recipe to fry them up.  Listen, you soak the legs in buttermilk over night, then when youre ready to fry, melt a stick of shortning over low heat. Meanwhile, drain, then season the legs with kosher salt, garlic powder, cayenne pepper, and paprika. Then drudge them in flour and fry them in the shortning over...oh...medium heat? Then just throw them all in a bowl or a tupperware or whatever and stick them in your fridge. When the kids are hungry, they can be eaten warm or cold, and theyre oh so good. And not really spicey, the cayenne really just gives it a flavor. Best recipe Ive found so far. Although, I suppose having a special snack that you prepare once a week after everyone goes to sleep doesnt make you a good parent. Infact, if youve ever wondered if youre a good parent, its probably because you are. And if you subscribe to magazines about kids and parents, add another point. If you attempt to seek advice on the internet via forums, well...your heart might be in the right place, but just stay away unless you REALLY know what youre doing. Ive sought advice from a few forums, they mostly turn to utter crap very soon after I join them. Maybe its me. Or maybe forums arent a great source of info for parents, because parenting styles differ so much. And when it comes to being a foster parent, there are even less grey areas to hang out in. A friend, or who I atleast consider to be a friend, sent me a link to a group so that I could get advice for when dealing with Rory, Jen, and CPS and all that. They had this really excellent instruction booklet on how to deal with social workers and all, and it was really useful as far as I was concerned, but when it came to the group...well it wasnt somewhere I belonged. It was a group that mostly, infact I think entirely, consisted of people who have had their kids taken away from them and are trying to get them back. Ofcorse there were people in there like my friend who were just educating themselves on the evils of CPS because they are worried about someone lashing out and making a vindictive call or whatever, and that makes sence. Because people, beware...CPS is a really really corrupt organization, more than youll ever ever know. Just remember, if anyone knocks on your door, you always ask for a warrant, always. Anyway, I tried to get some information, so I asked a question. I explained to them that I had my niece with me, therefore I was a foster parent. That question was met with snide remarks and sarcastic answers. I tried again with a different question a few days later and was bombarded with accusations. For example, I used the phrase "When they pulled my niece from her mothers care" they came back with "Pulled? Thats a rather violent word, dont you mean REMOVED?" Uh...well...her mom uses words like stolen, snatched, and ripped away, so... Because the question was about money, they all automatically assumed that I was just in it to get the cash. And because Im relitive placement, oh, how DARE I expect any financial help. They had a hard time comprehending that Ive spent $300 on her since July 11th when I first got her. "Shes only two, how could you spend that much?" Gee, I dont know...shoes, clothes, bedding, food, gas, expensive wipes for her sensitive skin, 4,000 different creams and bubble baths to figure out which ones dont irritate her skin, more food, milk, her own things to use while shes here so she doesnt have to share with Ty, on and on and on. The fact that they couldnt comprehend it made me wonder why some of them had their kids taken in the first place. Anyone who doesnt think kids cost that much isnt really taking proper care of them, and Im not talking about dressing them in Prada and Nike, Im taking about the fact that I dont feed her Top Ramen and Kool Aid all day long. They dont need alot, but really they do. And like Ive said, our grocery bill has gone up $30-$40 every week since shes got here, so in all reality it takes about $40 to feed a kid. With juice, milk, fruit, veggies, extra pasta and larger ammounts of things like rice, crackers, and bread that we go through, it makes sence doesnt it? I did end up finding a helpful board though. Infact, posting there was the director of yet another site dedicated to how much CPS needs an overhaul, and he talked about how fosters are often treated like the enemy on these sites, but the way he sees it is that the ones who come to boards like that have obviously seen some kind of injustice somewhere, and probably followed the links from a google search. That makes those people good fosters. And when the people in the other group told me, that when it comes to her acting out, that if I couldnt handle it then why do I have her? Its simple, I CAN handle it, I would just like some advice is all. If she were in another home with strangers, those strangers may not have the patience I do, and Im afraid she would get hurt. It really bothers me, and thats why shes here. I didnt respond to the group, and I resigned from it, and thats the end of that story. He went Job hunting today a little. Aparantly the three days hes working this week, hes going to be working 6 PM to 3 AM, and when everyone looked at the schedule (while he wasnt there) they all asked Gilbert why he was scheduled by himself until 3. "Well if he has anything to say about it, I dont want to hear it. He can deal with it for all I care." "Yeah but when is David supposed to sleep?" "Thats not my problem." See what I mean about being pressured to quit? He applied at Walgreens, which is where Jen use to work back a long time ago. He applied for cashier, photo, and pharmacy tech, which is what Jen worked as. "Cool honey! If you get photo you get to look at other peoples pictures and get all disturbed and shit when you see pictures of two dudes fucking a puppy and have to tell your manager..." "WHAT???" "It happened once to someone Jen worked with. For serious." "Thats terrible." "Yeah...and old men all dressed up in their wives...hey where else did you apply?" "The mortuary." "Um...eew?" "No, its cool, they know me there." "Um...EEW?" "No no, they know my grampa Pastor Terwilliger." "And just what will you be doing at a mortuary" "I dont know...like stuff with dead bodies and stuff." "Its not a fun job honey, the fact is that the funeral industry is largely based on the deception of the living." "What does that mean?" "Dead bodies make noises, and they move sometimes, and sometimes theyre zombies" "There is no such thing as zombies" "There IS such thing as zombies, and thats a scary line of work to go into. Youll lose it when you see a dead baby, I know you." "You trek around cemeteries!" "No, I dont. I go to one local cemetery and I dont 'trek' in it. I go to graves that Im familiar with and I try not to fall in." The truth is that I get vertigo in cemeteries. Really bad vertigo. "You have meat experience, why not go handle someone elses sausage?" "Well, I applied at Food4Less but the computer stopped working halfway through the application process." "Oh. Well...why not Georges Market? You could go handle George's sausage!" "Yeah, see, Id have to learn German to work there." "Oh." (Hums a tune in her head.) "Oh I know! How about the Indian Casino! They give you gift certificates for free turkeys!" "No. They dont like white or black people." "Oh." (Knits a stitch) "Coldstone. You could eat ice cream all day and get all fat, and when people give you tips you have to sing!" "Theyre not open today, Ill try tomorrow." "Oh. Hopeful atleast?" "Yes, hopeful...oh wait, no...they close at 9." "Oh." (Tries to remember if I have friends and if they work anywhere.) "You could work at Home Depot with Val!" "Oh yeah! We could be best friends and then we can party and then he can come up and have threesomes with us." "Hes married." "Oh." "Youre married too." "Oh." (Remembers Greg.) "You could work at UPS! Greg works at UPS!" "They dont work at night." "Oh." "So...what are you going to do at work until 3 in the morning?" "I dont know, but I dont want to leave early, I have so little hours." "Pull up a chair and sit and stare at the camera for 2 hours." "Yeah..." "Or knit. Sit in a chair and knit right in the middle of the floor. What are they going to do? FIRE you? You quit! And you cant say you didnt give sufficient notice." "You might have something there..." "I DO have something there. Youre union, they cant touch you. They can make you stay till three but they cant make you work. Thats exactly why unions are formed hon." The bosshole by the way? He gets off by watching the videos and seeing what people do all day. When he reviews that tape, oooooooh that will be splended. Hes like Ghandi. Passive aggressive non violent resistance. You cant make me. Sweet. Jen however has a few days off because she is pretty sick, which is good because she actually got a black eye last week and is scared to have to explain it to the bosshole. I told her she should just tell the truth. "I walked into my condo thats being remodled right now and I scared the shit out of my friend, and he whacked me right in the face with a paint roller." "Thats the truth?" (I was expecting that she got in a fight with my brother or something.) "Thats what happened, yeah." "What are you? A stooge? " My brother got stoned and went into the mountains a few days ago to dump my moms ashes, and nobody has heard from him. Before he left they got in a fight and he turned off his phone. This is the only info I can get about a missing hiker near Highway 38, and its a woman. Hes not a nature person. He thinks he is, and hes arogant about it enough that he left at 2:30 in the morning without food or water with him, and ofcorse his blood sugar droped and he wasnt able to reach 911 because, yes, he was in the middle of the god damned mountains testing out his survival skils that he obviously lacks. He is NO Steve Irwin. And by the way, I am terribly upset about Steve Irwin's freakish death, I feel like Ive lost a friend. And as I know he lived a full life, I cant believe that he met his match with a stingray. He deserved to go out being mauled by a tiger or fighting a croc. The police investigated the video and determined that he accidently boxed the animal in when he swam over it, and there was a camera man infront of him. In defence mode, it stuck up its barb which pierced his chest. On the tape he is seen pulling the barb out and then losing conciousness. How terrible, he was such a cool guy.  "Maybe you could be a croc hunter." "Id be killed by something random like a stingray." "Oh." But, my brother is alive and well, and probably lied about the whole thing. Im off to angrily make banana bread... September 03 Us vs. The WorldCurrent Temp: 90  Current Mood:   He put in his two weeks notice at Staters. Lets discuss. The week that the meat manager was out on vacation, he was scheduled several times to work until 1 in the morning. Now, David is a model employee. Everyone knows that David T is a hard worker, and can get shit done. However, Staters is notorious for fucking with people who have second jobs, espessally when those second jobs pay more than what Staters pays you. Well, as you know, Earthwise has him scheduled for 9 AM 5 days a week, so working until 1 in the morning kindof sucks. Hes been working for Ghetto Bros for over 2 and a half years, and he has done so gracefully with no write ups, and only one customer complaint (which came from an angry old man.) Well, Friday he recieved TWO write ups. Why? Because the week that Gilbert was gone, and he was being forced to stay until 1 BY HIMSELF, because they dont know how to run a schedule and make sure that more than one person is there to pull the case, he decided not to wash the greens. The greens are those fakie plastic grass things that go between the meats. The next day, Kimberly called him a "lazy little brat" and aparantly reported him for it. Not only that, but SHE TOOK PICTURES. There is also a few pictures of meat in the trash, which I suspect SHE DID to blame on him. That is being investigated, but even though it could have been anyone there, it will be pinned on David because he has a second job. His write ups were for "not doing what he is told" and "leaving work for someone else to do." Welcome to the fucking grocery business Staters, ya motherfuckers. If and when he is written up for the meat in the trash, he will recieve three write ups and then a suspension. Fuck. That. So hes put in his two weeks, because hes basically damned if he does, and damned if he dont. So you may ask, why not just take the slap on the wrist and enjoy the week vacation. Its because all next week theyve cut his hours back so that he only works 3 days, and they took away his Sunday, which he works a full shift on so he can get the extra special dollar raise per hour pay shit. Also, the days he does work, HE IS SCHEDULED UNTIL 3 IN THE MORNING. This is clearly a case of them trying to push him to quit. They either want him to quit, or theyll find a reason to fire him. Im biting my tongue...um...or like...I suppose Im restricting my fingers for fear of retaliation incase any of the Staterfuckers read here, but believe you me, when hes officially gone, I have ALOT more to say about this company. ALOT. And its pretty obvious what theyre doing, because its pretty "all the sudden" that these write ups happen. And you bet your sweet bippy that Ill be adding more names than I had intended to my "fuck you Staters" letter, and you bet that Ill be in that store confronting Kim on just why she felt the need to do this to someone with three kids to support at home. This was vindictive. This wasnt just doing her job, this had pictures involved. She was TRYING at this. Im fairly certain that she set him up with the meat in the trash thing. This goes beyond tattle taling. And when he turned in his letter of resignation, do you know what his manager said? After two and a half years of service with the company, do you know what he said? "So. Couldnt handle both jobs huh?" "No." "Ok then." So much for being a valuable employee. And actually, he COULD handle both jobs, he just couldnt handle the pressure of possibly being FIRED because THEY couldnt handle him having two jobs. So now begins the hunt for the new job, and I dont think Ill mention the company name this time, or I might because Im stupid. Ill try not to. And what makes me angry is that David is such a good guy. We really balance eachother out. David is literally the kind of employee who will kiss your ass and call it ice cream, and if you dont like it? HE CAN CHANGE. Hes a big ol cuddly door mat for the world, and it angers me. I wish that he would stand up for himself more, make more snide remarks, and show the world his balls. I mean, he turned the other cheek with Staters for this long, hes basically everything you want in a bitch slave employee. I told him that its messed up that hes being harassed to quit, and that this is why he pays union dues. He said that the union wont care, and I said they will. He said he just doesnt care anymore, that he just wants to wash his hands of the situation, but I really dont want him to do that. And this would be my segue into my story about how I sued the labor board a few years ago. Also, to clarify for my Olathe, KS visitor who accused me of just trying to rip people off when I did so. Basically, 4 years ago, I got a job working in a small reptile store in Redlands. I was a caretaker, which isnt as pretty and cuddly as you think it would be, because it was snakes and spiders and horned things. Also, I cleaned their shit. I worked there all of 4 days when I decided that I just wasnt born into this world to clean snake poo. Also, Im terrified of snakes, because no joke, when I was 5 I was bit by one of these...  No joke. It was our pet. Its name was Pysypheus or something...but the point is that I dont like snakes, and this job wasnt for me, so I quit. I called that Friday about my paycheck, and they forgot to print it. The next week? Oh sorry, we forgot, youll have to talk to Laura-lye. And the next week? "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum...Jim didnt say nothin about it." Come on people, its $56. Also, in CA, and possibly in the rest of the country, if you quit without notice, the law requires that you recieve your pay in full within 72 hours. Three weeks vs three days here, thats why I called the labor board. Now, the reason that I was accused of being a crook, is because when a company DOESNT pay you, you are entitled to your pay every day for up to 30 days, so they were looking to pay me $800 in penalties. Hey, it wasnt MY fault that they didnt pay me, and youre absolutley right that I went after blood. I prosecuted them to the full extent of what I could, because the labor board was going to anyway. Aside from the money, its principal. Its alerting people that this company does crooked dealings, and they shouldnt be allowed to continue like that. And that is why I want him to go after Staters on this. But he wont, hes like...whipped by his bossholes or something. He says he wants to go down with dignity and respect. No small fires, no screaming obsceneties, nothing. Did I ever mention that I have a shitty work ethic on other peoples time, and thats partially why we decided that I should be the one to stay home? Basically, I dont know whats going to happen. Ive been worried about something like this happening. We finally got where we need to be and now its gone, slipping away. Will he be able to find another job on such short notice? Im worried about this, I really am. I wasnt sure if maybe he should just stick it out, but he feels he has no choice. I went on my evening stroll to the mailbox to get some fresh air and think about stuff. I never walk across the lawn at night because the sprinklers might come on and Id look like a fool. Plus I would be all wet, and thats not sexy unless its the other kind of wet. Its just embarassing to be sprayed with sprinklers. As I was walking along the sidewalk, I looked down and there, just sitting in the grass, most randomly, was the classified ads from the LA Times. Did I mention how random this is? It was neatly folded, and just sitting there on the grass. The rest of the paper was nowhere to be found, and nobody was outside. Maybe it was a sign from gaaaad. I looked around suspiciously. The wind was blowing but the paper wasnt, and it was eerie. I left it there and continued to the mailbox. Finding only junk mail, I walked back to the paper that was still sitting in the grass. I looked around once more, tucked it under my arm, and went upstairs. The wind blew my skirt a little. The sprinklers came on a few minutes later. And something else weird thats happening...remember my lightbulbs burning out thing? Well, it all kindof started happening around the time my mom died, so I thought it was maybe her. She was a bit of a prankster in life, and I could see her doing that to mess with me...well now I think its me. No wait, dont leave...I have proof. See, another bulb in the bathroom went out yesterday, and ofcorse I dismissed it. This is the second in the bathroom, but also there has been the living room, the kitchen, the kids room, our room, and the hallway. Now, I said that after that thing happened to me in June that I think I can see stuff now that I couldnt before. Remember that the night my mom was dying I saw this black "thing" just going in circles around this room, and now all the sudden the lights are nutty. Well, its crazy, Im aware of that...but tonight I had went outside to take pictures of the sunset. Hurricanes make awesome sunsets. So when I was coming back up, my porch light turned on. I didnt turn it on. Infact, when I went inside, the kids were sleeping, and the light switch was in the OFF position. Ok...that is weird, right? My MIL says its just my imagination or bad wiring, but I told her that I dont have time to imagine things and that we have lived here for almost 2 years and this has NEVER been a problem. So wheres my proof? I went out on my back porch to check out more of the sunset when I noticed the neighbors back porch light turn on. Then it turned off. Then it turned on. Then it turned off. I got my camera and made a video. Observe... See, I think its me. Thats just too weird. And how was I able to capture it on film? I had made one other video where nothing happend, this one was a lucky take. No mirrors, no remote controls, just me. Craaaaaazy Jessie and her freaky light show. Best bow down when you come to my town. Infact I read some grafiti at a nearby bus stop that read "Rock bottom in the BMT." We are some bad ass motherfuckers, and I swear people, Ill turn off my porch light at you if you fuck with me. I dont own a gun, but I can show you some freaky shit with the lights. This isnt the first time Ive experienced something like this. It use to happen all the time with street lights. I mean, how many times have you seen a street light just turn off? I realize that they are on timers, but Im talking like driving down the street, lights would turn off while I drove by them, then turn back on seconds later. Entire intersections to black, I mean this was constant probably for 2 years, including when I was on my paper route, so Ive seen street lights turn off hundreds of times. No joke. It stopped eventually, although I dont really drive around like I use to. Once again its Team Us vs The Rest Of The Fucking World. Anyone need some hard working dumb muscle to employ somewhere in this area? Hes an excellent closer, he use to close the whole store by himself which is why they delayed his promotion. Nobody likes to close, but he can do it, he needs something in the evenings. Hes David, and hes pretty much your bitch. Hows that for a resume? September 02 David's WorldCurrent Temp: 93  Current Mood:   Let me assure you that there is drama kicking up, and that this blog here is about to get reeeeeally interesting. I cant go into too much detail yet, but the nutshel version of it is that Store #176 is about to be in a world of hurt. Although its not going down the way I want it to go down, so youll also be slightly dissapointed. But stay tuned, because its a pretty big bombshell to drop. (No, we arent robbing the store, its something else thats going on. Youll see.) I forgot to ask David for the car this morning, and I needed it. I had to go to the bank, and its all the way in Redlands...well shit. So I put clothes on everyone, I located shoes and socks, I got the stroller out and headed down stairs. We decided to walk to Davids work. Its only a short block away, and by myself the walk takes no more than 7-10 minutes, but because I had two toddling toddlers and a stroller, it took me more like 25. Kids really are helpless, and they need constant attention, espessally when youre trying to walk in a straight line. When we got to the corner of our complex, we were met with a cross walk. And I taught them about pushing the button, and Ty was all excited about that, but Rory immediatley stepped off the curb, headed right into oncoming traffic, but luckily that little foot hadnt even touched the ground before I grabbed her and told her to ALWAYS hold my hand, and to never try to wander off like that. Theyre not exceptionally smart, you know? They lack commen sense, they really do. We walked along Beaumont Ave, which has a nice fenced in sidewalk. It was perfect because they finally got to run around, but werent able to dart into traffic anymore. When we got to where the sidewalk ended, I had Rory help push the stroller and Ty held onto the side. I walked on the outside, you know, so the raging lunatic can pick me off instead of them when he decides to swerve into the bike lane and kill people. Also I will have grown super human strength and speed and thrown both kids and the stroller into the nearby bushes before I get struck. We got there, and I got the keys and stuff, but wasnt lucky enough to get the kid loading service that I normally get. He was busy today! I was amazed, and it was SO hot today, the poor guy works hard. So we went out to the bank only for the girl to tell me that she couldnt give me the money. "Says here your drivers licence is expired." "Yes, and Im waiting on my new one" "Well I cant cash this for you without valid ID" "Well I emailed your headquarters and they told me that some represenitives will grant me the courtesy of cashing the check ANYWAY because its a valid ID, its just expired, so can you please grant me that courtesy?" "I could lose my job." "Ok. Someone at this bank just the other day cashed a check for $250. This is only for $92. Can you help me out." "No." "Look...I came all the way from Beaumont, its for a foster child" "No. I wont help you. I dont want to lose my job." "I dont want you to lose your job either, but your headquarters..." "I dont know anything about that." If youre wondering why I emailed headquarters, its because I delt with this bitch last week. And no, you cant show the expired license and the paper one. Fuck email, Im calling Tuesdsay, because Monday is a fucking holiday, who the hell knew that shit? Uuuuuuuugh... Im so tired today, and I bet David is too. They made him work until 1 instead of 11 again, and I waited up for him. They didnt use to do this to him back before he had the other job, (here the author is foreshaddowing.) I stayed up and worked on a salt shaker. Yeah Im not well in the head, I should have been sleeping, but you see, when we were visiting the ol' parent in laws the other day, David laughed and giggled with deviant delight over the fact that they still have the same salt and pepper shakers that theyve had for who the hell knows how long, which are super tiny, and I think the pepper has a broken lid or something. Shes all into red chili peppers for her kitchen and stuff for some unknown reason, so I offered to make her a new set of salt and pepper shakers, because I am a REALLY fucking decent person. For serious. I think she was confused and thought I was going to knit them, because she asked me exactly how I would go about making salt and pepper shakers. "Fimo clay" I told her. I dont think that clarified it, so I told her that I would buy a cheap set of S&P shakers and use the Fimo clay to cover it, and that I just HAPPEN to have a chili mold that I could use to make them all festive. I still dont think she gets it. And I dont know why Im putting fourth the effort. I suppose its because Im a seriously decent person, I needed something to keep me up last night because knitting makes me sleepy, and I totally miss playing with clay. All those years of ceramics, and I swear I still cant make anything functional on the pottery wheel...it just wasnt my strong point, unless you like bowls with one really thick side on them. As for Jen, David is pissed. I havent heard from her today, which has been typical lately. Ive been the one to call her lately, and David said she wasnt at work today. He said hes done, that if Jen isnt going to help us out that we have to give her up. My sister had to give me up because she also couldnt afford me. The reason that my niece is still here is because I want her here. And its not that he doesnt want her, or hes uncaring, because believe me, him and I are on the same page about how horrible it would be if she ended up with strangers and was molested or beaten or something, its just that he feels that we need to worry about our own family right now. He feels like hes being used, really. He says he feels taken advantage of. I mean, here he is working two jobs to cover Rory's living expenses (because like Liz said, throwing a 5th person into the mix, even if its a little person, can make a huge ripple) and my brother wouldnt even get ONE job. He helped Jen get this job, and he says she hasnt been there in three days, and hes pretty sure she was fired. I see my husband all of 2 hours a day, IF THAT, and I am busting my ass dealing with having an unruly toddler thrown at me with no notice, and now Im being told that "Oh, well I already gave you money last month, and I gave her diapers so I dont need to give you any money this month." This is bullshit. Its bullshit and I dont know what to do. And it doesnt exactly help that the bank isnt cashing my checks either, so for her to want to keep Rory's money that RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO THE PERSON WHO IS CARING FOR HER, Im just lost for words. Im at the end of my rope when it comes to the working with Jen thing, because shes no longer working with us. In the begenning, she would call twice a day, and she would even call to see how Rory's car ride home was from the visits. Lately its been me calling her, and it seems like when I call shes sleeping. I know shes been sick for a few days now, but before that she would be sleeping. I am really REALLY starting to wonder... Anyway, something more entertaining I suppose, I bought David a composition book from the marked down again bin at Target for 35 cents. I gave it to him and told him that it was his blog, and that I wanted him to write in it when hes bored at work. He gets bored, and Id love to see what he thinks about all day. I am expecting things like "Holy fuck! Some fucking blonde lady just backed into that Lexus and she just left!" Not to mention his customers, and the friendly stray dogs who he feeds. So lets see what David had to say today...   La la la la! La la la la! Davids World! Do do do! La la la la! La la la la! Davids World! Do do do! David likes the homeless The crippled too! Thats Davids WOOOOOORLD! Ideas for the recycling center
So these two guys roll up with a truck full of crap. One guy was talking really fast and you could tell he was still drunk and high from whatever party he just came from. As soon as he started dumping the cans this aroma permiated the air. Not so much an aroma, but like an explosion of sewer and shit, I swear, either he just picked them up out of a porta potty or they fucked eachother with the bottles in the ass or something. Fucking college kids. Larry: Larry is the boyfriend of the lady who use to work here. He is addicted to heroine. He asked me if I could make the ticket out to $10 and he would bring the rest later. I said no. Fucking Larry. And thats all he wrote. Heres a meme... Y O U ... C A N ... O N L Y ... T Y P E ... O N E ... W O R D ! N O ... E X P L A N A T I O N S ! Not as easy as you might think... And "Uhhhh" or "Ummm" doesnt count... 1. Yourself? Jessie 2. Your ex boyfriend/girlfriend? Asshole 3. Your hair? Reddish 4. Your mother? Dead 5. Your Father: Dead 6. Your Favorite Item: This 7. Your dream last night: Weird 8. Your Favorite drink: Soda 9. Your Dream Car: Never 10. The Room You Are In: Orderly 11. Your Favorite food?: Sweet 12. Your fear is..? Losing 13. What you want to be in 10 years? Stable 14. Who you hung out with last night? Davy 15. What You're Not: Lazy 16. Your Best Friend: Chauntel 17. One of Your Wish List Items? Washer 19. The Last Thing You Did: Knit 20. What You Are Wearing: Comfy 21. Your Favorite Weather: Rainy 22. Your Favorite Book: Choke 23. The Last Thing You Ate: Cheese 23b. The Last Thing You Drank: Soda 24. Your Life: Frustrating 25. Your Mood: Good 26. Your social life: None 27. What are you thinking about right now? Wish 28. Your house: Clean 29. What are you doing at the moment: This 30. Your summer schedule: None 31. You wish you were doing: David 32. If you could be somewhere else right now: Stars 33. Who do you want next to you right now? Servant 34. Something you dread doing: Bills 35. What makes you the happiest you could be: Them September 01 If I Smoked, Id Of Had Cigarettes For Lunch TodayCurrent Temp: 84
Current Mood:   The thing about babies is that they just sort of happen. Ty just sort of happened. Wade was kindof planned...well, basically we knew what we were doing, he wasnt an accident or a suprise. No, Im not pregnant again, Im not talking about me. And Im not talking about you either, so before I get all the San Diego and Omaha hits and you go wild on your messengers saying Im hatin' on you, Im not. But I am talking about someone from my real life. David and I are trying to prevent birth right now, and we are doing that by using barrier protection. I am no longer on any birth control because the hormones were making me nutty. I really need to be on the low dose pills, but thats how Ty happened we think, so its a moot point. (David T sperm is a seek and destroy kind of sperm.) I wont go on long term stuff like the IUD because Im just not really willing to do it, and even though technically he could get the big V because he has two kids (The rule is 2 kids or 21 for sterylization here in CA if I remember correctly) hes not getting one, because we arent done, we are just done for now. Our reasons for being done for now are obvious if you read this blog. Aside from having Rory here for an undetermined length of time, I dont want to be pregnant. Ive been pregnant for 18 of the last 45 months, I dont really enjoy it much. Youre awkward, your feet hurt, your other things hurt, people look at you like you had sex with your husband or something, and its just not something Im wanting to do right now. I want to give my body a little rest, and continue building muscle so I can have another excellent labor. Because I was working out (swimming) all through Wade's pregnancy, that was the most kick ass birth. Ok the epidural helped, but even before I got the drugs, it wasnt anything like it was last time. And the recovery was perfect. They offered me Motrin in my recovery room, and I said I didnt need it. I just wast in pain. The nurses kept telling me "Oh honey, what Tom Cruise said was just bologna, you dont have to do what he says." I explained to them that I agree, but that I didnt need any pills, I wasnt in pain. The point is, aside from me just being too lazy to cary a child to term right now, and that we are finally financially able to take care of the kids we have, I know that enough is enough right now. Maybe when David gets into law enforcement and I get a couple of these rats off to school, another baby would be great. Maybe even two more. But later...later. I dont think its a wise decision to bring kids into the world that you cant afford, and I say that from experience. We struggle constantly, and I explain this to people all the time. I tell people to wait, I tell people to save up, go on vacation. Dont do what I did unless youre preparred to handle it. We werent ready for either of our kids, but like I said, babies just sort of happen. We found a low rent place, we dont demand to live in poshville, we shop at Target, and my car is 10 years old and falling apart slowly. Now that Im older...not much older, but certainly more experienced than I was 2 years ago, I know that even though I want more babies, my uterus will probably still be there in a few years, and its not a priority right now to have it filled. I really wish that other people could use the same judgement. Babies do not make things better or easier. Now, if youre trying for a baby and it happens, thats awesome, most of the time. If you cant afford the kids you have and you get knocked up, let me tell you, it wasnt some "gift from god." Yes, children are precious and every single one is special, but every single one also costs alot of money to take care of. If you dont have money to back it up, it will die. Im sorry, thats just the truth. My pregnant person isnt really set for cash, and has alot of other problems to take care of first before she pushes another tot out of her twat, but people make alot of dumb decisions when theyre gettin' laid. Ive made dumb decisions, I dont regret them because everything turned out ok, but Ive also learned from those dumb decisions. Hense, I dont want anymore kids right now because of the above stated reasons. (Also Id like to throw in that I like that whole sleeping through the night thing, just wanted to say.) Im not the controller of the universe yet, I will be someday, but for now Im just some suburban housewife with a blog and a temper toward stupidity, but I believe that people should have to get licenced in order to have kids. You need a licence to drive a car right? Why not a licence to procreate? Ok, at the very least, how about a series of parenting classes? And if durring these classes, the teacher determines you to be a pervert, lazy, stupid, or not even able to take care of yourself, they should maybe find a new home for the baby. I know, thats alot of government interferance right? I agree. And I know that even if it may start with good intentions, over the years it will become more and more corrupt and eventually it will be just as bad as CPS. Mind you, CPS isnt bad, and I am all for protecting children from their shitty parents, but the people who work for it are often (not always) sneeky and underhanded and they use bullshit reasoning. Mostly. I suppose it comes down to those who want to be parents, and those who become parents. And, then theres the ones who strive to be better parents. For example, Jen's sister in law. Shes a fat lazy "mom" who is about to have #5. Diaper rashes caused by neglect? Ok now THAT is something that she is guilty of. Kids running around with NO diaper, shitty diapers...this is the lady who made fun of me behind my back and called me a "1950's housewife" because I "cook dinner for my husband and clean my house." She had CPS interested in them recently, and yes, it was a case that needed to be looked into, and yes, I agree that those kids need to find better homes, but they evaded it by moving. (Moving into another house where you can step on dead food thats hiding under dirty laundry on the floor.) But one thing that really gets me, is if they had taken the 4 living children, they would also be taking that 5th baby who is due to arrive in October. Could you imagine having your newborn taken from you in the hospital? You think losing the other kids is hard, you try having your newborn ripped from your arms. I recall something like that happening to me...some woman taking my child from my husbands arms before I had even gotten to see him...it did some irreversable damage, Ill say that much. I just wish that people would be more concerned and use better judgement is all. Thats all I have to say about that. Anyway, Jen I guess is sick, like barfing her brains out. She went to work late yesterday, went home early, then called off today. Yeah, shes new. They like her though, and I think they understand, so I think shes ok. She kindof pissed me off earier though, it was about money. She gets her cash aid today, and normally she gives me half. So I asked her for Rory's money and she bullshitted me around. I told her I needed it by the third because rent was due. "Youre pissing away my daughters money on YOUR RENT?" "No Jen, we pay our rent with our own paycheck, however, we also use our paychecks to buy everything else for your daughter so at the end of the month, we come back a little short." "No. You said you were going to pay rent with MY MONEY." "Jen, David got a second job to pay for your daughter living here. We have had to buy alot of shit for her" "Yeah well I bought her DIAPERS" "Yes. And I spend an extra $40 at the store every week for her, not to mention the gas I spend for all of these visits and shit, and Im basically babysitting your damn kid here. Having a third kid to drag around isnt making things easier you know" "Well I give you that money to pay for her stuff, and Ive been buying her diapers." "Ok. You dont understand AT ALL." "Dont you get pissy with me! The state gives you money now!" "Yes, $109 a month. $109 maybe feeds her. That doesnt count gas, soap, wipes, art supplies, toys, batteries for the toys, things she breaks around here, laundry, and my mental anguish. Im not pissing your money away Jen, I need it for her care" "Well I never said you were pissing it away." "Let me explain something to you Jen, the $300 is initially put into our rent check BECAUSE we spend about that on your daughter, or close to it. Throughout the month, the $300 eventually gets back to her with all of the My Little Pony bubble baths and extra loads of dishes shes costing, along with everything else. Im not saying that if we didnt have it, that we would like go out to dinner and leave her in the car, or buy a ton of shit for Ty and nothing for her because shes not ours, it was just my understanding that YOU wanted to pay for YOUR daughter to live here because you said yourself that SHE IS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY. This is why YOU bought HER cake, this is why YOU bought her a pack of diapers. I had NO problem buying these things, YOUUUUUUU insisted on buying them for her, NOT ME. ID OF BEEN MORE THAN HAPPY TO PAY FOR THESE THINGS, and Ive bought much more than just the essentials to make her feel comfortable, NOT TO MENTION my labor. I work for free for my kids, not other peoples. Espessally because Im poor." "Well I dont like you giving me deadlines." "Well ya know Jen, Im fucking homeschooling your daughter, you can thank me. Im getting reemed over her ass rashes, and Im dealing with her shitty attitude. By having her here, I open myself up to an investigation by these people who twist EVERY damn word we say. I am sticking my neck out there for them to just notice some scratch on Ty's leg or something and I get investigated for abuse or some shit. We will talk later when youre feeling better." Sometimes I just shake my head in disbelief, but today I kindof wanted to lay on the cold linoleum for a while. I dont think she understands that I dont live at home with my mom, that nobody is really helping us financially like she has, I mean we get help but we dont have access to peoples credit cards and shit to fix cars and go shopping for work clothes. And maintaining a house is expensive, with cleaners and mops and scrubby things, not to mention the actual labor of doing it. Maybe she doesnt understand that. Pissing away? On rent? Ok, do you not want your daughter to live with us anymore? Because theres this rule in the real world that says if you dont pay rent, then you get evicted. And because its a choice between saving money for rent and feeding the hungry mouth...ya know? And dont get me wrong, I dont buy a shitload of crap for her, and her clothing was paid for thankfully. But lets see, shes emptied out David's shampoo twice down the drain this month, she broke the shelfie thing in the fridge, she bites the sippy cup nipples off so they leak all over the place causing me to buy more, and also spend the time to clean up the mess, she breaks/hides/eats crayons causing me to buy backups, oh and I had to buy a new pair of flip flops today because she stole one from both of the pairs that I had, so I had NO shoes to wear today. Yes, I know it was her, shes the only one who is obsessed with these things. Yeah, Im a little frustrated today. Im doing some extra credit by starting the homeschool process. Ive been printing out worksheets for Ty, and reading up on just what abilities a two year old has. And yes, they have abilities, theyre just not as cool because the fine motor skills arent there yet. But two year olds can learn their colors and shapes, even letter and number recognition. Youre welcome. David thinks its bullshit too. She said she wanted to give us a gas card and some cash. He thinks thats bullshit, because we spend more on food than we do on fucking gas for her, its all mixed up. I asked her if she wanted to start seeing reciepts of what we are spending, and she said only if we feel like we have to. Uh, yeah, maybe Ill start doing that. Not that I need to justify it to her, but just to make my point I might...because Im all about making points. Honestly, she should be more greatful. There was a little 3 year old boy who was tied up and left in a closit for 2 days while his foster parents went to a family reunion. He was dead when they got back, so they burned the body REPEATEDLY. This is why we didnt want this girl going to strangers. Not all foster homes are terrifying hell holes, but some of them are. David said there is no excuse for her flipping out like that, because she has a job now, and we arent even asking for money from that. We are asking for help right now so we can catch up. Next month we should be ok. Now, not to mention, Jen was going to take me Large Warehouse Store shopping on her food stamps last month, and I told her not to worry about it, to make sure she got enough food for her and my brother, that we were ok. This is just getting rediculous, and gank thod that David got that second job, because this is becoming like pulling teeth, Im sad to say. And today some old lady at the store flipped out on me. "OH...MY...GOODNESS! GHUHHHHHHH! DID YOU DYE THAT BABIES HAIR? GHUHHHHH! I CANT BELIEVE GHUUUUUUUUUH THAT YOU WOULD DYE HIS HAIR LIKE THAT! OH THATS JUST TERRIBLE, ITS JUST AWFUL!" I just stood there and blinked and stared. I figured she may have been there with somene, and hoped to god that she wasnt just dropped off there to roam the store and throw out wild accusations at people while theyre trying to buy bananas. Then her husband came up and took her hand while she was crying into her hands. I just kept shopping. It was weird. I looked at Wade's big eyes and he shook his head no at me. I shook my head no back and he smiled. Today wasnt all bad though, I met David's buddy. The nice man who buys him drinks and Chinese food? I came by to bring him lunch and his friend was there. He is a little slow, I could tell by the way he talked. He had 3 small grocery bags full of mostly plastic water bottles. He leaned into my car and waved at the kids. He told me that they had 18 month old twins at home, a boy and a girl, and they wont have anymore now because they have both. He asked me what size clothes that Wade wears, and I told him somewhere around 12 months. He said that he has alot of clothes left over and told me that he would give them to my husband for Wade. I thanked him...he really is a nice guy. Hes a really special person, I mean people like him are really one in a million, and the world needs more of them. After he left he probably went to go voluenteer at the animal shelter. After I left, a cop pulled over some lady who pulled in right next to David's shack. Beaumont PD. He got out of the car and it was none other than Grahm, who I went to school with, and David was a Sheriffs Explorer with. David said he was an asshole cop and reemed the lady for not pulling over sooner. It was great. After he wrote her up, he went and talked to David. He wants David to apply for Beaumont PD when hes 20. I think I like that. Its not Sheriffs, but its safer. Here in Beaumont we have drug busts, domestic disputes, and people doing paper routes. Oh, and he gets to shut streets down when they film stuff here. I like the idea of him being PD. I mean, I worked him into staying in California, now if I can just get him to stay in Beaumont...ooooooooh...Id never have to find a new grocery store. Other peoples gods work in mysterious ways. Oh, and my book was published today. Yes, yes it was. Now, its not available for YOU to buy yet, as I have ordered the first copy so I can have a look see. Once it gets here, and I decide that I like how it looks, you can all buy it. I named a few names in my dedications page, a few of you may be interested in that. Im going to have copies sent to my old teachers too. Plus I plan to walk around with it like a champ for a while. Its going to be excellent, I hope. My next book will be about a mommy who has a blog. Its going to be equally as great. So like I said, less than a month. Did I not deliver?  Im off, its knitting time. Oh, but check this severe weather alert out, I wasnt aware that we have both earthquakes AND hurricanes here!!! ORANGE COUNTY COASTAL AREAS-SAN DIEGO COUNTY COASTAL AREAS- SAN BERNARDINO AND RIVERSIDE COUNTY VALLEYS-THE INLAND EMPIRE- SAN DIEGO COUNTY VALLEYS-SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY MOUNTAINS- RIVERSIDE COUNTY MOUNTAINS- SANTA ANA MOUNTAINS AND FOOTHILLS- SAN DIEGO COUNTY MOUNTAINS-APPLE AND LUCERNE VALLEYS- COACHELLA VALLEY-SAN DIEGO COUNTY DESERTS- 450 PM PDT FRI SEP 1 2006 ...REMNANTS OF HURRICANE JOHN TO AFFECT SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA WEATHER LABOR DAY AND TUESDAY... HURRICANE JOHN...JUST EAST OF THE SOUTH TIP OF BAJA CALIFORNIA FRIDAY AFTERNOON...WILL MOVE NORTHWEST THIS WEEKEND OVER BAJA CALIFORNIA. WHILE IT IS PROJECTED TO WEAKEN SUBSTANTIALLY...IT WILL LIKELY BRING LARGE AMOUNTS OF MOISTURE ALOFT OVER SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA LABOR DAY AND TUESDAY. THIS WILL BRING A GOOD CHANCE OF SHOWERS AND THUNDERSTORMS OVER THE MOUNTAINS AND DESERTS...AND A SLIGHT CHANCE OF SHOWERS AND THUNDERSTORMS EVEN IN COASTAL AREAS. A FEW THUNDERSTORMS WILL ALSO BE POSSIBLE SATURDAY AND SUNDAY OVER THE MOUNTAINS...BUT THAT WILL BE DUE TO MOISTURE AHEAD OF THIS TROPICAL SYSTEM. THE TRACK OF JOHN IS STILL UNCERTAIN. THEREFORE...RAINFALL AMOUNTS ARE ALSO UNCERTAIN...BUT RAINFALL OF OVER AN INCH COULD OCCUR...MAINLY IN THE MOUNTAINS. FLASH FLOODING WILL BE POSSIBLE...ESPECIALLY NEAR RECENT FIRE BURN AREAS. HOWEVER...THE STRONG WINDS ASSOCIATED WITH THIS SYSTEM ARE NOT EXPECTED TO IMPACT SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA AS THE SYSTEM WILL HAVE DISSIPATED BEFORE REACHING THE AREA. August 31 Oooh That Smell! Cant Ya Smell That SmellCurrent Temp: 79 Current Mood:  An easy SPF this week, not too much thinking involved, did you do it? 1. Show your support  This is Chawny. Chawny dances on the weekends to make ends meet. By day, fry cook. By night, shes a bitchy little thing who can perform cirque du sole on a pole. Seriously, its mind boggling. Watch the video (dont worry, shes fully clothed, and there isnt any music because it was after the club closed.) In other words, I support strippers. Not only because I have always thought it would be cool to own a strip club that serves pink fish tacos and crab legs 24 hours a day (because god knows Ive driven to Anaheim in the middle of the night looking for a good crab place) but because I understand that for one, its a buttload of money. Also, it doesnt mean youre a bad person, a hooker, or some kind of easy stupid girl. Let me tell you, Ive known Chawny since third grade, and she may not have spelling skills, and she probably couldnt do algebra to save her tiny life, but shes still smart. Shes artistic, shes kind to animals, and Im fairly confident that she could kick my ass...all 76 pounds of her. Im a little over a foot taller than her, but this "proportionate little person" could probably get in a punch before I could even grab her. And shes got those tiny arms and those 9 inch heels. Its best to attack Chawny by suprise, and possibly put a bag over her head so she cant see where shes swinging. All in all, Id like to say that I support strippers because ITS JUST A JOB. Now, will I go a step further and say that I support prostitution? Well...why not. If thats what they want to do, I dont care, it doesnt effect me. See also: polygamy See also: gay marriage 2. Show your sacrifice  Time. I sacrifice time all the time. Instead of sleeping when they sleep, or knitting and doing something I enjoy when they sleep, I take care of the house. I could get alot more me time if I parked the kids infront of the TV, but instead I find some stupid project to do with them. I have no time to shower hardly, and I havent had time to pull out my scrapbook stuff, but the kids will eventually be in school, and I can work on them then I guess. But for now, Im pressed for time, and I sacrifice what time I have to do something for everyone else. Kinda sucks. 3. Something red  That one was too easy. What else around here is so red, right? So what does your home smell like? Yeah, I want to talk about home smells. This is because fall is coming, and its my favorite season, and its durring this time of year that I sometimes buy scented candles. You see, if its 65 here, I freeze my ass off and close up the house. If its over 70, I also close it and turn on the air. However, at night I am able to open the windows and air the place out. Also, the yummy scent of the flowers drifts in and makes everything smell all good. Durring the fall, it could be days before I open a window. And with all of the laundry that sits, and all of the children who poop and pee, I am left with a musty house. This is why I purchace candles. Now, I love food scents. I love banana nut bread, sugar cookies, coffee scents (even though I dont drink it) and other great things like pumpkin pie and apple cinnamon. The problem with candles is that they melt away to nothing, or a kid finds it and blows it out, or eventually it stops smelling at all, because youre so use to it. I suppose a scented candle in the bathroom is nice, one with a fresh flowe scent or something, but for the rest of your house, what is the perfect smell? I like to make sure that my home smells like a champ, but doesnt smell to chemical-ie. I dump kitchen and bath trash daily, and I spray some linen fresh Lysol in the pails before I put them back. I use Febreze on things, I use a little citrusie scented mopping solution on my counters a few times a week, and I try very hard to find any and all dead food thats been carried off by careless toddlers. Sometimes I have to play one of my favorite games, "find that smell." You smell something stank in the kids room and you seek until you find the forgotten poop nugget or chicken strip. Sometimes though, if you still cant find the smell, and the house isnt smelling right, wash the kids, its probably them. If it still smells, its you or your carpet. I believe that homes should smell like food. And con sarnit, wouldnt you know that theres a way to get your home to smell like food without having to light a candle or spray an aerosol can? Yeah...you like cook food. Wowness...its such a novel concept, but people forget about this stuff. See I cant start my real OCD baking until it cools down, which I thought was happening, but its still a hundre't gat dang degrees out there. Sometimes even using the stove is too hot. On those days we have grinders. (Yes, a grinder is a sub/hoagie/long delicious sandwich.) So basically, you have to mostly rely on synthetic smell good until its cool enough to bake pies, cakes, and zucchini bread. See, I like for a house to smell lived in. Houses that have no smell, even if its a bad smell, dont feel natural. Also, if there isnt just a little bit of dirty in some way or another, like unopened mail or black stuff on the ceiling fan, then its not natural. Real homes have dirt and grime beind the fridge and stove, and they smell atleast like something. You could rely on a plug in thingy if youre not really into baking, or if you cant clean as often as you would like to. However, these stop smelling, or we become use to the smell and no longer smell it. For that I reccomend the Febreeze plug in, which rotates between two smells. Oh, but word to the wise...keep yarn away from it, because it will make your knitting smell perfumie, which got me into some trouble with a customer who thought I was trying to cover up something most foul. I suppose that you could also keep a nice candle in each of the rooms, like your bedroom, your living room, den, what have you, and when youre in there you could light the candle, then blow it out when you leave. Say youre in the kitchen scrubbing the hell out of some wicked pots, you could have a nice vanilla candle burning while you do so. Or in your bedroom, a nice cinnamon one. See what I mean? While youre cleaning your bathroom you could be burning a linen one, or actually, the best way to make your bathroom smell good is to take a shower. Leave the door open when youre alone and it might get the hallway too. The whole point is that youre trying to avoid the smell of hospitals and dentist offices. Thats not natural either. Its clean, but its not "plesant" persay. The only times I was ever hospitalized was when I was having babies, and I try not to be reminded of that. Dont make me think about having babies when Im in your home. Making babies maybe, but not having them. No no no. And what causes these smells is things like Comet, toilet bowl cleaner, and Windex. Those are all fine to use, but be sure to have another less harsh scent there for backup. Windex smells awful, doesnt it? FLYlady reccomends to use this shit all the time, and I dont really agree. It has a great cleaning power for windows and mirrors, but for things like kitchen sinks and counters, try to use something like a soapy rag or something. Actually, Windex aparantly makes some scented window cleaner, like berries or something, but I havent tried it. And ofcorse, one of the other most wonderful things you can do to make your house smell nice is doing laundry. Soon I will have my little washing machine and everything will be better, youll see. But people, doing laundry at my sister's house has taught me one thing, and that is to splurge on the name brand detergent. I know, its hard to choose between Biz, All, Lik, Fuk, Suk, Sun, Luv, Arm, Toe, Joe, and Giz, but honestly you really must spring for the four letter + detergents. Cheer, Tide, oh, and I love the smell of Gain. The same goes for dryer sheets people, you can use hot water on your counters for all I care, but please please buy the Bounce or the Snuggle. I think its Bounce that has Febreze in it, and you really must try. Downy makes some nummy stuff like vanilla and lavendar. Think about it people, your laundry just sits all week, and it really must smell its best, and the best way to get the good smells is by buying name brand. Yes, I give you permission to. Go nuts! And Id love to see you all send me jars of air from your home so that I can whif them all. If you need jars, just ask, I have a ton. Tuesday begins a new journey in pre pre school. Yes, Im starting it in September because back when I was little, school started in September, none of this August shit. When I got to highschool is when they made us go to school early, but I liked it because we got full weeks off for Thanksgiving and two weeks for Spring Break. These damn kids dont really understand the concept of vacation, but its more for my own thinking in mind here. I have flash cards, paper, a few worksheets with his name written on the dotted line paper. I did it myself, just like my sis does. I have fresh crayons, drawing paper, and some reading books. They cant read them, but they can fucking sit there and listen and LIKE IT. Ive got more than my share of educational DVD's such as the Sesame Street ABCs, and my sister just bought me the number version of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. Its called Chicka Chicka 1, 2, 3. Havent watched that one yet, but if its anything like the ABC one, Ill love it. Her class one year once memorized the whole book and recited it to the school, I still remember most of it, I was helping in her class at the time. A told B and B told C, "Ill meet you at the top of the coconut tree." "Weeee" said D to E, F, G, "Ill meet you at the top of the coconut tree." Chicka chicka boom boom, will there be enough room? H, I, J, and tagalong K, and something significant about L, M, N, O, P. Then a bunch of stuff happens when we talk about the rest of the letters. OH NO! Chicka Chicka BOOM BOOM! Mamas and papas and uncles and aunts hug their little dears and dust their pants. "Help us up" cried A, B, C. Next comes D, skin kneed E...and F is having some kind of malfunction. H is tangled up with I, J and K are about to cry! L is stooped, M is swooped, N is looped, and something is wrong with the letter O. Then something about BLACK EYED P. Q, R, S, and theres something wrong with the rest of the fucking letters. And the sun went down on the coconut tree. Then A jumped out of bed and this is what he said, "Dare double dare, you cant catch me! Ill beat you to the top of the coconut tree!" Chicka chicka, boom boom! Ask me to recite the Grinch sometime. Youll like that one. Its missing the entire middle part. For the finger painting I will invest in the Crayola Color Wonder paints and paper. This shit is great, its a clear gel that ONLY shows up on the special paper. The fucker could have their hand on the wall all the way to the bathroom and you wont see a thing. It wont discolor your sink, and they can wipe it off on their shirts...which you shouldnt encourage, but you could let them I suppose in theory. On the paper its beautiful and colored, and they think theyre getting away with something bad. Little do they know... I will be rescuing the easel from my sister's carport, and possibly see if I cant bargain with her on the classroom sized white board. Not that Ill use it really, but I just want it. I could write HUGE reminders to David. And I can drag it around the house and put it in different places, like the bathroom. OH! Its like a giant nag board! Oh hell yeah...I could be lovin that. Although I dont think it will fit in my Civic. Tomorrow when I go shopping Im going to let Ty use his Barnes and Noble gift certificate that he earned to go buy some books that he likes. See, the best way to get kids to appreciate money and not eat it, is to give them a piggy bank. He actually has a Mater bank, but he use to have a jar. The point is, he will actually pick up pennies, and he will find them in the weirdest places and scream "MONEY IN THE MATER!" He saves change up, and when Mater is full, we take it to the Coin Star machine, where we can either have it turned into cash, or gift certificates. He has a $20 Barnes and Noble one. Then he gets to go buy his books. Since Rory doesnt know any better, Im just going to let her pick a book or something while we are there too. But just how will I keep Ty's attention long enough? I guess by getting down and doing it with him. Rory is still a little young, but Im going to try to include her as much as possible. That is until the wind starts to blow outside and she throws her head back on the linoleum in protest. Maybe this is why girls were only allowed to learn how to sew and baby raise, they throw horrible bitch fits when you teach them anything hard. You know I dont mean that. Shes a doll. And I have things to do, knitting to catch up on. I leave you with my newest addition to my store. Dont Drink Too Much Root Beer, Youll Wet The BedCurrent Temp: 71 Current Mood:
Ty's contribution to the Happy Birthday song is mostly born from jealousy, and also from his small vocabulary and little understanding that there are more than 3 songs in the world out there. Happy birthday to you ABC! Happy birthday to you Little star! Happy birthday dear Rory, NO! To TY! Happy birthday to you TYYYYYYYY! Today was Rory's happy birthday. She turned two. I dont know if its because its the third birthday this month, or if its because I didnt give birth to her, but I wasnt as excited...I feel bad. With Wade, I was excited to give him cake. With Ty, it was cool that he was turning three, but you know, after making Wade's cake, I lost interest and never used my Lightning McQueen cake pan. Then last night I had planned to make pancakes for breakfast, which is a big deal around here because I dont cook but once a day. If you want eggs and are old enough to operate the stove, you make them your damn self. For breakfast we do fruit, cereal, nutritional drinks, leftovers, or soda and gas station pep pills. (Mostly only when we need to be up and at them at 3:00 in the morning or something. I didnt end up making pancakes. I was happy for her this morning, and I was extra nice to her today. Her mom had a Princess Aurora cake delivered to us, and ofcorse it didnt get a whole lot of it eaten. When the kids fought, I let her have the toy, and I let her pick the video. It was Elmo...all fucking day. She got some Elmo slippers which pretty much had her on cloud 9, because theyre both Elmo AND shoes! Two of her most favorite things in the whole world, you know. Before she lived with us, I didnt know her well, not real well anyway. Ty and her got along pretty great, but because I wasnt like great friends with my brother so I never really saw them. Although, my brother wasnt necessaraly around her, it was mainly Jen, so thats when I would see Rory. I like Jen, we get along ok. And David with my brother is...well...its a combonation. Like I said, when hes high or rambling on his government bullshit, hes annoying as hell. Once you get past that, you still have to deal with his wanna be white rapper thing. Yes, I have stock video of my brother rapping about Yucaipa...kinda...with David accompaning him. Its pretty funny if you get through the whole thing...
Yes, please take note that he says "At the top of the foot of...some...fucking...mountain?" He doesnt even know the name of the mountain we live at...what a retard. Anyway, see this is why I dont hang out with people like that. He irritates the fuck out of me to no end, like no end. This is why I am just now getting to know Aurora. Shes a bit of a pill, but she can be sweet and very affectionate and loving. Shes got her mothers attitude, and quite a bit of a scream on her. She enjoys Elmo, writing on the wall, putting things in the toilet, and peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Sometimes she eats grapes. She is learning to color, and loves to dance by jumping up and down. Her favorite word is "light" and her obsession is shoes. A bad girl when it comes to bed time, but a good girl who helps me clean. Other than her little shenannigans, she doesnt talk or do much, oh but she loves both dolls and cars. Thats about all I have got for you on her. And if youre wondering why I dont post pictures of her, its because Jen has asked me not to. You might catch a rare glimpse, but this should be your proof that shes real...
A cake with her name on it. Thats like $35 to fake something, so I assure you, shes real. Nobody has ever questioned me, because she does appear in a few photos, but Ill share a nice one I took of her a few weeks ago, just because its so pretty...
Anyway, David saw his mom and dad at the store today. In the past, when he would look into their cart, he would find lots and lots of Gentleman Jack and shitloads of Bud Light. This was really sad, because David hated how much his parents drank...it made them assholes. It is what fed alot of fights, I believe, and made people say things that they might regret now. But today, his mom was so proud of herself, and ran up to show him that she bought bendy straws. BENDY STRAWS If you dont remember what I told you a while back, its that you must ALWAYS have bendie straws, and when I become president I will mandate that ALL restraunts will cary them. (Also, Ill be sure to make all the fast food places cary the Jack in the Box straws for their awesome sucking power and large circumfrance. You can thank me later.) She reads my blog, and she knows how much I love bendy straws, and cary them in my purse. Actually, the other day she caught me without them because I had just used the last of my supply somewhere...no...I think I gave them to Wade to play with when we were somewhere boring to baby. "Honey, bendy straws...shes like becoming a grandma...I like that. My mom is cool." "Well, shes on her way. Good for her." All she needs to do is start baking cookies and random cakes, and shes on her way. See I love Grandma Twig, shes David's grandma...nicest ol' lady I ever met. Now, shes the type of grandma I like. You walk in her house, and she asks you if you want a sandwich and a bowl of ice cream. He spent the night there once when he was like 14, and she reminded him not to drink too much root beer, or else he would wet the bed. Then she made him go potty before he went to bed. He was 14. I miss that woman. (Shes not dead, Im just pretty sure that the Twigs dont like us anymore.) He told me that when I was gone the other day, she told him that his brother in Oregon (AKA Sketch and Strawberry Shitcake) are running a Radio Shack. I guess sketch's daddy bought it for them, thats how he does. They call themselves business owners...makes me laugh a little. Noooo, sorry...a real "business owner" doesnt buy up a franchise, or more accuratley, have one bought FOR them. A real business owner builds that shit from the ground up. Do me a fave, do a google search for Skat Trak. That would be the "from the ground up" that my dad and grandpa built. Oh, and if you ever want to talk paddle tires (invented by my grandpa) or fleshing machines (invented by my grampa and my dad) give me a ring. At any rate, Matt...AKA Sketch, misses David, and is glad that he is talking to his parents again. "Do you miss your brother David?" "No. I have no reason to. Hes an asshole. Not just because of what he did, but because he was an asshole to me growing up, I dont miss him, hes not a major part of my life." My MIL has this wicker chair in the living room. It doesnt match anything else, and I asked her where she had got it. "A family member." "Oh?" "Yes. A family member. Who no longer had room for it." Then it clicked in my head that it was the same chair that shitcake had offered to me while she stood on my porch two years ago, right before she made a snide remark about me not breast feeding. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid having me "discuss" Assilon...I mean...Allison infront of her, since theyre friends and all. I behaved. I can be decent yet, you just watch and see. I knew who she ment, and I just said that it looked like a very "beach house" type chair. Im glad, and I know he is too, that we dont really ever have to deal with his siblings. Hes the only one of his kind anyway, and he isnt fond of the others, so its no big deal. Steve is crazy and being thrown in the loony bin, I dont know where Fred is, probably joyriding in the vehicle he stole from me (god bless you Crappy McDougal, wherever you are,) and sketch and shitcake are in Oregon. Also, theyre atleast 3 hours from any part of Oregon that I would ever be in...I looked into it. But if we should meet through some misunderstanding, Ill be very sweet, very kind, and forgiving. Now get off my side of the state. We'll raise high the white flags and bow heads and shake hands, declairing the land we're on un American, and we'll call it even. But then Ill just crawl back to my blog, and type all of the stuff they didnt know I thought...or knew, but didnt say anything about. Then theyll know. After all, my blog is how people learn about how I truly feel about them. And I learn that those people are truly interested in what I have to say, and I learn whos been googling my name. Like my brother Jim, for instance. Hes the one who moved to Kansas. "Gee I really miss living in Yucaipa, but I found this GREAT WEBSITE where the person posts pictures of my home town, ALL THE TIME."
"Dont worry," he tells me. "I dont read it...well, not all of it, just some of it." Or when I try to tell my sister something when I see her, she just says "I read that." Cant you just humor me for a sec? Well Sandy, heres one that you already know because I told you today, and everyone else will be reading it second: Wade learned two words. He can say "nose" and "bologna." Swear. Hes been saying nose for a while, but now we KNOW hes saying it. Bologna comes from this morning, when I made David a wrap for his lunch, and Wade was begging for bologna from it. He had given him a piece, and he learned to ask for it by name. "Bowne" Close enough. Ill be heading off now, its late and early at the same time...it was a long day. Audi. *Ok, after reading this today, I realize that there are several gramatical errors, more than usual. I wrote this all in one sitting at 12:30 at night, so forgive and pretend its all ok. |
And guess which store he applied for? Think expensive name brand store. Think really nice hand towels and classy fragrances. Think about a sport that you play on horses. Yeah, my niece works there, and aparantly theyre hiring nights because according to her "Eeeew! Nobody wants to work here past like 8:00! Are you kidding me?" Its perfect for him. The job that no one else wants, and he gets to wear very fancy expensive clothes while working. Aparantly theyll pay you what you put down on your ap, and he put $8 an hour. Thats 5 cents more than he made at Staters. See? Now you know why he was so unhappy there and why he needed two jobs. My niece wrote down $7.50, but her friend wrote down $8.00 and they gave it to her. David wanted to go for $8.50 but I told him not to be an asshole. 
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