It was 1984 and the sewing machine that belonged to my great- grandmother she was my "opoo" (pronounced oh-pew),dutch for Grandma.
That was 24 years ago, my dad wasn't happy either, and he remembered it well, too.
Well yesterday, he came in in the morning with the accordion that my Dad has had forever, it belonged to Opa (Opoo's husband,) my Dads grandfather, its all ivory and its about a hundred years old.
He gave it to me for Christmas...omg , I almost started crying.
This is one of those times when life has smiled upon me and I have been given a 2nd chance.
I'm filled with a content that signifies the storm is over, the self-imposed "carney" kind of life, disfunction, and my car for a sleeping quarters.
Life is so bright, and I'm keeping on track, playtime is over.
I feel better than I have in an awful long time.
I have good people in my life and I am blessed.
For the first time, in about as long as I can remember I am in an actual Christmas spirit.
Life is good.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
I have been in a daze since Nov. 6, 1985...
Unable to eloquently relay my pain in any verbal manner,than to be understood.
His first word was "elgra" and he never moved his lips...we laughed and laughed at his ventriloquist act, he was only 9 months old. It was, after all his first word.
"elgra"...(sigh)
Soon after,the word "mom" was there, to the joy and inner warmth that only your child's first word can bring.
Unaware that those were all his lips would say.
I would get up in the middle of the night to change and feed him, watching him drink his bottle, he would hold it with one hand and gently caress his own forhead with the back of his other. I couldn't stop watching him, the joy mixed with awe, welling up inside of me, like helium blows up a circus balloon, stretching to the point of tight shiny color, smiling brightly against the bright blue sky...the future was wide open.
One night, I was following our middle of the night routine, but I was overcome with this "feeling", a voice shouting in my head "Leave!" "Run naked out the front door to anywhere!" "Go!!!"...I was stopped dead by this, but thought it may have been the remnants of a nightmare, and shrugged it off, not having been introduced to whom I would find out later was my "little voice".
I stayed where I was and Tye was in intensive care one week later...
His diagnose..."grave"
I read it on his clipboard, the one that was beside his bed, on a nail, on the wall.
I swear he could hear me...I would say his name, speak words of love, say nursery rhymes, all the while his heart rate would fluctuate wildly, that being the only reaction, due to the fact he was on a ventilator and his eyes were taped closed, I would apply a salve of lemon and glycerine to his tounge so it wouldnt get dry and crack, he didn't move, but his heart rate...
I just knew he was going to come out of this and we would all be so happy and relieved, everything was going to be o.k.,
I was so naive.
First of all, who could EVER hurt an infant, especially a father of three, not in my world, no one I knew,
Accidents happen...
Don't they?
The pediatric forensic findings spoke of the contrary...
Proof in black and white, with photos to illustrate the findings,
beyond a reasonable doubt,
death by the hand of another.
Murder.
"It cant be!"
I remember thinking, my naive mentality being my enemy.
My world crashed down on me like a tsunami.
Misery, being my roommate, my bed partner, my shadow, for the next three years.
I will never have the memory of his first steps.
My family an I will never have the memory of his first birthday party...
The tooth fairy.
The first day of Kindergarten.
Having to let him go on his own for the first time, like a big boy.
Kissing his tears away and bandaging up his first "boo,boo" with a "Snoopy" bandage.
Hearing about his first crush.
Listening to his sorrows on his first broken heart, and saying those perfect words that make the pain go away.
We will never know those moments.
They were stolen.
I remember singing the old nursery rhyme "Jack and Jill", at his bedside, the realization of what that song was really saying..."Jack fell down , and broke his crown", "and Jill came tumbling after..."
Nursery rhymes were so morbid.
They were so true.
He had a skull fracture.
"He broke his crown"
And "Jill came tumbling after..."
It took painfully long for me to accept the reality of the whole situation.
It divided me from my family,
I was unable to convey my feelings,
I was unable to comprehend my feelings,
I was in an emotional coma.
My daughter saved me in 1989, by honoring me with the privilege of being her mother.
6:36 am Mothers Day.
The clouds lifted that day...
But I sometimes find myself thinking...
Kara will never know her brother,
they will never argue, over silly things
like frogs are cooler than flowers,
or something like that.
We were robbed.
We will never know his first prom,
We will never know teaching him to drive.
We will never know his high school graduation.
I will never know the grandchildren.
I waited for it to go away, the pain.
Only to accept the fact that it will always be there, we grow everyday with the knowledge that not only the life but the LOSS of a life stays with you
forever
and how you hold it inside has everything to do with your survival,
your emotional health,
The way you view the world.
The way you handle the world.
Day in day out,
You need to be there for the ones who ARE there.
They need you for the kind words,
because they got their heart broken.
They need that word of encouragement,
because they don't look like the other girls.
Because they are unique, exquisite and individual, and your baby girl.
All grown up.
Time has slowly sped bye, but sometimes it feels like yesterday...
The man who snuffed out the light that was Tye, comes up for parole, rehabilitated (supposedly).
Once there is the ability to act out such an act as to take the life of a helpless infant what kind of "rehabilitation" is there?
We are left to live with it,
he should be left to live with it, too.
Where he is,
so no one else could fall prey
giving trust where none is due,
The hole that was left,
never healing,
some days better than others.
Growing, emotionally, every day.
The process, never ending.
Knowing that the day I die will be the day I will see him again.
I can wait, for the living need me more.
I need them more.
It's nice to be needed.
No, there is nothing more wonderful than being needed.
It's a responsibility that is givin once, and you need to do your best, because you cant go back and do it over, again and that is what they will remember, mistakes or not,
it's the effort,
it's BEING there for the living...
Sure, a part of all of us died with my son that night,
but a bigger part of us survived.
That is the "Mom" that I am today.
The "Grampa" that my Dad is today.
The "Aunt" that my sister is today.
The "Family" that WE are today.
We are all doing time.
He needs to be doing time ,too.
I wasn't trying to make you feel sad, it happens...
Sorrow is a part of life,
just don't let it consume you.
He will have killed you, too.
Thats how I get through this,
day in, day out.
Life is Good.
It's how you deal with the lows and survive.
God doesn't give you more than you can handle.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
As a dear friend of mine was recently heard saying...reflecting on where our lives are, never thinking they would be where they are at this time...I am so proud of her and where she is in her life (said with loving envy). I have also found myself somewhere as diverse as that lifetime ago.
I know an adult woman, whom I actually gave birth to, and she is as good a friend as well as my child. I have been to the lowest lows, only to laugh at the situations, and heartfelt despair,keeping in mind that it IS my past, and PAST being the operative word.
I dont pity myself, for it is myself that made it. I am only happy that I came through the murkiest with my mind still mostly intact...lol
These days there has been something strange coming from my mouth...laughter.
It seems that the people we have in our lives affect us in small ways that we may not notice until they are absent from our lives.
Seems the man with whom I insanely chose to spend time with, was the type that could find something horrible in anything from a sunset, to the sound of a bird by the widow, on a warm spring morning. I seemed to had lost my laughter, since it has been a month since I talked to him, there was a spell lifted, or something. My job at the shop was a gift from God, given at just the right time.
On another note, last night I was watching t.v. and I started hyper ventilating, and felt like I was going to throw up, out of the blue.
I staggered my way to the bathroom, only to be wracked with dry heaves, I would calm myself down only to be hit with another wave, then it came to me, 23 years ago this week...
The bastard comes up for parole again this December 15th, my Dad goes every year, I spoke to the Victims Advocates and got the paper work giving information that assists me in going to the parole hearing as the now #1 "victim", my dads g.f. thinks I should go, my dad on the other hand tells me it would be "hard" and it represents a painful time in his life. No shit!!?? He doesnt seem to fathom what I have been through, Its time for me to cross this bridge, I NEED TO. He has always been the one to dissuade me with EVERYTHING I mention, seems there is a little more commonality with Dan than I'ld like to admit.Some how I need to clearly inform him who I am...I dont think he knows me at all. I think this contributed with my little anxiety episode. It had been eating at me all day, but I take things lightly (so not to go crazy) and it sneaks up on me.
I am trying to figure out how to reach him...I think I'm going to talk to his wife. Karen is all for me going,I am going to her.
Sorry for the downer, but thats what in the wind here in the armpit of California .
I'll get back sooner next time...
Love to my peeps
I know an adult woman, whom I actually gave birth to, and she is as good a friend as well as my child. I have been to the lowest lows, only to laugh at the situations, and heartfelt despair,keeping in mind that it IS my past, and PAST being the operative word.
I dont pity myself, for it is myself that made it. I am only happy that I came through the murkiest with my mind still mostly intact...lol
These days there has been something strange coming from my mouth...laughter.
It seems that the people we have in our lives affect us in small ways that we may not notice until they are absent from our lives.
Seems the man with whom I insanely chose to spend time with, was the type that could find something horrible in anything from a sunset, to the sound of a bird by the widow, on a warm spring morning. I seemed to had lost my laughter, since it has been a month since I talked to him, there was a spell lifted, or something. My job at the shop was a gift from God, given at just the right time.
On another note, last night I was watching t.v. and I started hyper ventilating, and felt like I was going to throw up, out of the blue.
I staggered my way to the bathroom, only to be wracked with dry heaves, I would calm myself down only to be hit with another wave, then it came to me, 23 years ago this week...
The bastard comes up for parole again this December 15th, my Dad goes every year, I spoke to the Victims Advocates and got the paper work giving information that assists me in going to the parole hearing as the now #1 "victim", my dads g.f. thinks I should go, my dad on the other hand tells me it would be "hard" and it represents a painful time in his life. No shit!!?? He doesnt seem to fathom what I have been through, Its time for me to cross this bridge, I NEED TO. He has always been the one to dissuade me with EVERYTHING I mention, seems there is a little more commonality with Dan than I'ld like to admit.Some how I need to clearly inform him who I am...I dont think he knows me at all. I think this contributed with my little anxiety episode. It had been eating at me all day, but I take things lightly (so not to go crazy) and it sneaks up on me.
I am trying to figure out how to reach him...I think I'm going to talk to his wife. Karen is all for me going,I am going to her.
Sorry for the downer, but thats what in the wind here in the armpit of California .
I'll get back sooner next time...
Love to my peeps
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I know...
Here I am with some pretty good stuff.
Manwhore is now a guest of the state of California (omg! imagine that). It didnt happen here, for some reason I am sooooo freaking relieved. I can put my box of Tide back out by the washing machine!
I have been trying to call my friend (Lena) and she hasent answered... :(
I am eccstatic about the best thing to happen to me in years. I am working back at my dads shop! I have been doing the things that I was doing before...the basic answering the phones, helping customers. Unfortunatly that is where the guy that took over my job 4 years ago stopped. On wednesday I commensed to sweeping the front area of the shop, not your simple broom with the dustpan bit, but a down on my knees, under and behind the desks,to elaborate, there is a preexisting rat population cohabitating at the shop and they love to shred paper and drag trash around and shit everywhere. Imagine 4 years worth?
Oh yeah, it was down and dirty, I used oiled sawdust to keep the dust down. It took me 4 hours.
Wait, it gets better...
The refridgerator...
4 years...
Lazt/messy/ pompador wearing/ mommas boy, who played solitaire on the computer in his spare time (which seemed to be all the time)
The fridge was making me gag...anyone for some vintage 2006 milk?
This guy would spill a carton of milk and just leave it there milk and all, and he spilled a jar of dill pickle juice and left that, so at the bottom of the ref. was this wonderful soup that seems to have seeped into my pores.!!
I literally swamped it out...I'm so smart tho, I turned it off but forgot to unplug it...I shocked the shit out of myself... (I'm part 'tarded)
I found a bran muffin from 2006, it was a nice, petrified,perfect looking muffin but hard as a rock...I gave it to the shop dog, she begs ALL the time (a habit I find quite annoying) I gave it to her. The sound of her grinding it down I started laughing, a giddy giggle that was starting to scare me I guess because I havent had a good gufaw in AGES, I think the sound was foreign. I dont know but I was thoroughly amused, it was great. I gave Ruby (the dog) a much needed bath( at least 2 years on that) she was happy. So that was my day, I cut it to the minute for closing time.
Well since starting work there I have found myself amused and laughing out loud at stuff that I never saw amusment in before.
I must be happy.
Closest to it anyway.
Or I'm loosing it...
So there you are, I'll try and write some more tonight.
I have included some pics of some sexy downtown beefcake.
Have a good day.
LOVE Me.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
SPEED HEARING
I'm miraculously updating...whoopie.
I was trying to put in my own fonts, but cant do it...I'm never happy with what I get. EVER.
Ok I am truly bummed, I just realized my dog has bigger boobs than me.
No wonder everyone wants to pet her, she's such a ho.!
I finally got my yard work done, its been so flippin' hot.
Anyway, I'm doing my thing, when I notice someone painting a house across the street, he looks familier.History on this , back when I first met him when I was working at the pawn shop (hey girls THATS the place to meet a guy... he is guaranteed to A) (no job/ low paying job, B)drug habit C)alimony' and/or a couple of baby's Mommas! Class A winner) ok, when I met him I thought maybe I could get in some side work, painting and other contractor related duties having had some good experience under my belt, after a couple of times in the shop I agreed to meet with him and discuss this further , one evening, we chat a little about some work, he then lets me know he is getting ready to start work in Fresno during the week and if I were available on the weekends,
ok,
yea, I 'm available...
he calls about 2-3 time a day for the rest of the week, "he's preparing for the out of town "good paying ,great opportunity/gophor position(gotta start somewhere) he's winding it up with his roomy, he calls me the night before he is to take off to Fresno and asks me if he could crash on my couch, he would gladly pay me for the accommodations... Loud shrieking voice in my brain says HELL NO!!!, I quickly and to my amazement say one simple word
"NO"
Wow... was I amazed at the simplicity and effortless way the word rolled off my tongue, like an extra thick milkshake it tasted good."oh, ok" was his response.
Yes my friends the BIG RED FLAG was ran up the flag pole, and I had one hand over my heart, and the other was flicking a cigarette ( as Alanis Morrisette would say)yep I reflected on my days at the school of Hard Knocks for which I am yet to get my diploma...
Ok back to the present day...having conveniently forgotten all of this, since it has been since March when I ignored his last 5 or 6 calls til he got the message!
I watched him work, ( more like an angry bee, practically jogging from the front porch to the side of the house!
I figured this scenario...
He's probably painting for his" boss -who- he -has -been -working -for- on -the -Fresno- job,- and -doing -quite- well- and -maybe -worth -my -time"
This, being instrumental to my decision after an hour or more of weighing the pros and cons of a simple hello.
What do you think? ...
YOU GOT IT SISTER! ...
WRONG ...WRONG...WRONG
A simple "hey, how ya doin?" released his whole life story,COMPRESSED FILE told on 78 when it should have been 33 1/3
He rented a room from this tweeker chick, she locked up his stuff, tho she was getting evicted, and then this other disabled chick rented him a room at 5$ a week cheaper , and his first nite there he gets out of the shower only to find her in his room that he was paying for and she happened to find his 20 bucks which she decided belonged to her since she was the "landlady" and posses ion was 9/10ths of the law I think it was payment for having to listen to his non-stop vocal diarrhea, and we're out of pepto-dismal!
So the torture has a price... He's the kind of guy who asks you a question and before you can mutter a single syllable he's off on another track and that train has no brakes ( this is after 3- 4 minutes of "hey..." and I was wanting to bust a gut at my yet another turn down the wrong path of life...kinda like finding yourself in the middle of the "hood" and you are out of gas and the sun is going down, and your cell has a dead battery AND no reception and you got a flat tire AND YOU STARTED YOUR PERIOD AND ALL YOU HAVE IS A TACO BELL BURRITO WRAPPER AND YOUR SHOE JUST BROKE...
Yes I wanted to gnaw my feet off at the knee for wandering across the street...
He proceeds to tell me ( lucky my mom was a speed Gabber, so I am well versed at adjusting my acoustic intake)
He is getting paid I swear I heard him say 20$!
And he just met the guy who's house it is...today,
in front of home depot,
and he's teaching guy-who-owns-the-house how to paint
and he's going to work this paint job into yard work, front and back, blah blah blah...you bet the guy-who-owns-the-house is gonna say anything "Keefer/Keister" wants to hear for 20$- for - a -100$ -job-guy.
omg
AND finally I'm inching my way back towards my humble home that I stumbled when I misjudged a 3 foot retaining wall that cradled the front yard, I'm so clumsily graceful!
Without missing a beat he continues with "hey-I -owe-you-dinner-did-we-ever-have-dinner-wanna-have-dinner-I -live-at-the-rescue-mission-do-you-have-a-boyfriend-i'll-be-at-your-house-around-5;30-6;00,thank-you." as I'm giddily relishing my escape with a "thank-you"of my own. I continue back across the street, almost running , I finish with my watering and make haste to the back yard where I finish picking my apples
(its around 2p) and while doing my yard thing, I hear Jimy say to me through his window
"oh, you are here"
"some guy was at the door for you and he wanted to tell you he was leaving"
ok...
I say to Jimy "let him"
is he going to inform me of his next bowel movement, too?
Yes Kim, you made an error in judgement,
but at least its semi-amusing.
He then called me about 30 min ago (its 5:30p) to inform me of his preparation for showering, to be followed with his hasty exit, with his destination being my front porch
HAh!!!
Right-o,
(having wished for temporary blindness earlier today)
I sadly inform him of my unfortunate brain fart and I completely forgot that I have to house sit...
" Why??!!"
was his response
My brain shrieked(again) "cause I fucking said so...!!!"
while the infinitely polite me said "because of the ex-roommate and the mis trust we feel due to the fact we kicked him out, and ... anyway, I remember the first impression I got from him back in feb or march that this guy was a tweeker but I thought I might hit him up for some side work but it was just a line of crap and I saw it much sooner than my usual 1- or- 2 months-and-I-have-yet-to-be-paid!! omg
I'm so smart
(top of my class at SOHK) you betcha.
I should have known by the way the day started...
Jimy said he would buy if I would fly...I was out of smokes for almost two days.
So I rode his bicycle...
Holy crap...
I'm still debating about pressing charges on that bike.
(Damn! I'm long winded.)
Thats what happens when I go for a bit
"Blogless,in Bakersfield"
my fingers need to recover.
So my lawn looks great...I'm going to take a pic of it through my front window...brb. Ok, I got it...it took me "for freaking ever"
I need a camera sooo bad but
I remember saying "I need a camera-any camera-will-do." One step at a time. Its all good.
Ok my friends ...the long-awaited-at-the-edge-of-your-porcelain-throne, installment of ...omg she needs friends cause Pooty would rather go to the pound than hear the same story over and over...
Love you ,
and I'm gonna start a scrabble game tonite
mmmwauh****
Mentlcayse
I would be more than happy to come over and cut your bangs.
I had a wild hair back n March and decided to hack mine off...I havent had bangs like these since I was about 3 yrs old I am quite happy with the lack of attention it requires! Blow and Go (sounds like my last relationship) I wanted a change, the easy style part was a surprising bonus.
Dan the Oompa Loompa hated it...he said it made me look too young!
He tried so hard to be hateful...Tee hee...Talk about enpowering!
I was trying to put in my own fonts, but cant do it...I'm never happy with what I get. EVER.
Ok I am truly bummed, I just realized my dog has bigger boobs than me.
No wonder everyone wants to pet her, she's such a ho.!
I finally got my yard work done, its been so flippin' hot.
Anyway, I'm doing my thing, when I notice someone painting a house across the street, he looks familier.History on this , back when I first met him when I was working at the pawn shop (hey girls THATS the place to meet a guy... he is guaranteed to A) (no job/ low paying job, B)drug habit C)alimony' and/or a couple of baby's Mommas! Class A winner) ok, when I met him I thought maybe I could get in some side work, painting and other contractor related duties having had some good experience under my belt, after a couple of times in the shop I agreed to meet with him and discuss this further , one evening, we chat a little about some work, he then lets me know he is getting ready to start work in Fresno during the week and if I were available on the weekends,
ok,
yea, I 'm available...
he calls about 2-3 time a day for the rest of the week, "he's preparing for the out of town "good paying ,great opportunity/gophor position(gotta start somewhere) he's winding it up with his roomy, he calls me the night before he is to take off to Fresno and asks me if he could crash on my couch, he would gladly pay me for the accommodations... Loud shrieking voice in my brain says HELL NO!!!, I quickly and to my amazement say one simple word
"NO"
Wow... was I amazed at the simplicity and effortless way the word rolled off my tongue, like an extra thick milkshake it tasted good."oh, ok" was his response.
Yes my friends the BIG RED FLAG was ran up the flag pole, and I had one hand over my heart, and the other was flicking a cigarette ( as Alanis Morrisette would say)yep I reflected on my days at the school of Hard Knocks for which I am yet to get my diploma...
Ok back to the present day...having conveniently forgotten all of this, since it has been since March when I ignored his last 5 or 6 calls til he got the message!
I watched him work, ( more like an angry bee, practically jogging from the front porch to the side of the house!
I figured this scenario...
He's probably painting for his" boss -who- he -has -been -working -for- on -the -Fresno- job,- and -doing -quite- well- and -maybe -worth -my -time"
This, being instrumental to my decision after an hour or more of weighing the pros and cons of a simple hello.
What do you think? ...
YOU GOT IT SISTER! ...
WRONG ...WRONG...WRONG
A simple "hey, how ya doin?" released his whole life story,COMPRESSED FILE told on 78 when it should have been 33 1/3
He rented a room from this tweeker chick, she locked up his stuff, tho she was getting evicted, and then this other disabled chick rented him a room at 5$ a week cheaper , and his first nite there he gets out of the shower only to find her in his room that he was paying for and she happened to find his 20 bucks which she decided belonged to her since she was the "landlady" and posses ion was 9/10ths of the law I think it was payment for having to listen to his non-stop vocal diarrhea, and we're out of pepto-dismal!
So the torture has a price... He's the kind of guy who asks you a question and before you can mutter a single syllable he's off on another track and that train has no brakes ( this is after 3- 4 minutes of "hey..." and I was wanting to bust a gut at my yet another turn down the wrong path of life...kinda like finding yourself in the middle of the "hood" and you are out of gas and the sun is going down, and your cell has a dead battery AND no reception and you got a flat tire AND YOU STARTED YOUR PERIOD AND ALL YOU HAVE IS A TACO BELL BURRITO WRAPPER AND YOUR SHOE JUST BROKE...
Yes I wanted to gnaw my feet off at the knee for wandering across the street...
He proceeds to tell me ( lucky my mom was a speed Gabber, so I am well versed at adjusting my acoustic intake)
He is getting paid I swear I heard him say 20$!
And he just met the guy who's house it is...today,
in front of home depot,
and he's teaching guy-who-owns-the-house how to paint
and he's going to work this paint job into yard work, front and back, blah blah blah...you bet the guy-who-owns-the-house is gonna say anything "Keefer/Keister" wants to hear for 20$- for - a -100$ -job-guy.
omg
AND finally I'm inching my way back towards my humble home that I stumbled when I misjudged a 3 foot retaining wall that cradled the front yard, I'm so clumsily graceful!
Without missing a beat he continues with "hey-I -owe-you-dinner-did-we-ever-have-dinner-wanna-have-dinner-I -live-at-the-rescue-mission-do-you-have-a-boyfriend-i'll-be-at-your-house-around-5;30-6;00,thank-you." as I'm giddily relishing my escape with a "thank-you"of my own. I continue back across the street, almost running , I finish with my watering and make haste to the back yard where I finish picking my apples
(its around 2p) and while doing my yard thing, I hear Jimy say to me through his window
"oh, you are here"
"some guy was at the door for you and he wanted to tell you he was leaving"
ok...
I say to Jimy "let him"
is he going to inform me of his next bowel movement, too?
Yes Kim, you made an error in judgement,
but at least its semi-amusing.
He then called me about 30 min ago (its 5:30p) to inform me of his preparation for showering, to be followed with his hasty exit, with his destination being my front porch
HAh!!!
Right-o,
(having wished for temporary blindness earlier today)
I sadly inform him of my unfortunate brain fart and I completely forgot that I have to house sit...
" Why??!!"
was his response
My brain shrieked(again) "cause I fucking said so...!!!"
while the infinitely polite me said "because of the ex-roommate and the mis trust we feel due to the fact we kicked him out, and ... anyway, I remember the first impression I got from him back in feb or march that this guy was a tweeker but I thought I might hit him up for some side work but it was just a line of crap and I saw it much sooner than my usual 1- or- 2 months-and-I-have-yet-to-be-paid!! omg
I'm so smart
(top of my class at SOHK) you betcha.
I should have known by the way the day started...
Jimy said he would buy if I would fly...I was out of smokes for almost two days.
So I rode his bicycle...
Holy crap...
I'm still debating about pressing charges on that bike.
(Damn! I'm long winded.)
Thats what happens when I go for a bit
"Blogless,in Bakersfield"
my fingers need to recover.
So my lawn looks great...I'm going to take a pic of it through my front window...brb. Ok, I got it...it took me "for freaking ever"
I need a camera sooo bad but
I remember saying "I need a camera-any camera-will-do." One step at a time. Its all good.
Ok my friends ...the long-awaited-at-the-edge-of-your-porcelain-throne, installment of ...omg she needs friends cause Pooty would rather go to the pound than hear the same story over and over...
Love you ,
and I'm gonna start a scrabble game tonite
mmmwauh****
Mentlcayse
I would be more than happy to come over and cut your bangs.
I had a wild hair back n March and decided to hack mine off...I havent had bangs like these since I was about 3 yrs old I am quite happy with the lack of attention it requires! Blow and Go (sounds like my last relationship) I wanted a change, the easy style part was a surprising bonus.
Dan the Oompa Loompa hated it...he said it made me look too young!
He tried so hard to be hateful...Tee hee...Talk about enpowering!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
time? where did it go?
Wow...a month since my last blog.
Sure while I'm doing something, I imagine what I am going to write,it stops there.
Well, I adopted an apple tree in the back yard, Jimy's mom wamts to cut it down.Crap I must be one of those tree huggers, because (apples were about the size of cherries) I cant fathom someone hacking away on a perfectly beautiful, old and gnarly looking,PRODUCTIVE tree. So, my mission, I chose to accept it, has been watering,pressure washing up in the tree to keep the worms at bay, The first apple to go the way of my mouth, was dry and bitter. Now I see the first off the tree is probably the challenged one in the familym and he was booted.
I have been trimming the tree away from hanging over the neighbors fence. It wasnt a concern before, but now the house sold and there are a grip of kids,and the back yard is stacked with beer cans and the front beside the driveway is loaded up with crap. There went the hood,AND the pool. They only have it filled about three feet at the deep end(duh)I guess the mom thinks if its not full, less likely the will drown, while shes on the phone or making tortillas.
So what if they stumble and fall in the shallow end and crack their head open on the concrete.
Well I'm up in the tree, vicariously balancing and praying at the same time, Thank God for the tomboy in me. I was entertaining the thought of the chain saw, this being because my hands were crampimg on me after simple stuff like breathing, I guess I was dehydrated, we ran out of tea, so I made some iced coffee.(Jimy said its like iced tea but tastes different) I AM amoungst mental giants. It tasted like cold flipping coffee. I guess its like iced tea...its got ice.
Well, I have a reputation, its time I come clean...Knives or something HOT like a soldering iron, are objects that I shouldnt work with. My left hand is conspiring against my right hand,been going on for years, lefty injures righty every chance she gets, its getting predictable.
CHAINSAW?
Right...
I could see it now and flashed on it then.
Alone at the house, fall out of the (brittlest wood I have ever encountered) fallen out of the tree, while trying to catch my newly severed right arm, falling on my back, where the chainsaw(lefty WASNT letting go)falls against my stomach, giving me the quickest c-section on record, Jimy not due home for hours finds me under that damn tree that his mom wants to cut down. Kims not getting in the way of that now...He quickly calls the tree service.
Evere seen a outdated hippy with a shitload of pippins??
You still wont...lol
Yep, I have green apples up the kazoo. I make the bomb-diggity of all apple sauces. Ater the first two weeks it seems to have lost its appeal.
I am freezing, making apple butter, I bought some canning jars. Its been cooking on low since last night. The apples are going to dark. Sitting there in the "not hot enough to boil" pan. I dont have a crock pot. I guess that is the one and only possitive feature I can muster for freaking electric stovesfor the first month I burned everything I looked at. Dont get me wrong I know my way around an electric stove (now)Give me gas (please dont in mixed company!) Anyway, I picked alot of apples because...
A) they are ready
B) the worms know it!
So ,my nose taking a much needed vacation, I'm picking apples, now.
Pippins are my FAVORITE of the apple family. With my love for sour gummy worms, theses are nature's source of getting that good jaw tingle, and a sense of accomlishment.
Kelley loves them too, along with Kara.
I'm sending some to Kara. And making apple butter for christmas. My friend Charolette loves my sauce, so she gets sauced at my house.
I must have cut and peeled 200 apples including last night's marathon.
Nothing is going bad. There is nothing I hate more than waste.
I got inventive last month and fried a batch of apples like potatoes, but replaced the salt with sugar.
I could barely keep it down.
A week later BurgerKing comes up with french fries that are apples instead.
I think they have my house bugged.
I didnt fall from the tree, I surely didnt expect the wonderful brittlness of an apple tree. Ever hear of any apple wood furniture??
I basically trimmed the tree with my hands, literally.
Having the apple tree experience that I now am a veteran, I know where bobbing for apples originated. In order to avoid bruising the apples, where do you put it?
In water!
They arent exposed to the rough rolling around each other while picking.
Sounds good to me.
Ok, another subject...manwhore/roomate, has been pushing the envelope. Too much traffic, wee early morning hours/late night traffic. Hmmmm.
Guess who one of our neighbors is, well she has a gun and handcuffs as fashion accessories. Two weeks ago, I had a brain storm while vaccuuming the house, putting into aspect that this piece of shit does nothing AT ALL around this house except wear out the carpet at the back door, leave the windows open when the ac is on and the back door open. leaves his computer on when it doesnt even work, leaves lights on , eats all of Jimy's and my food, leaves the house with the cups that I provided when I moved in, (eight of them 1 and 1/2 months ago. NONE of them are anywhere to be found on this property!)one of his vaginas was drinking out of my little flower vase the other night! I prepared a good story that cannot be disproved.
"The house is being surveilled," I told Jimy as soon as he stepped into the house. I had a good look of panic. " I know what it would do to my Dad and his opinion of me, I dont know what your Mom and Dad would think about you..." as I walked away letting this sink in( he has spent the last 18 years in and out of prison, Mom amd Dad are providing this house for Jimy to get his shit together, and this is NO WAY
to do it...Manwhore has in NO WAY respect for anyone or anything that doesnt have anything to do with him. Apperently he doesnt understand the honor of being able to reside here.
Now its OVER.
WOO WHOO!!
Life is good again, and all I know is we are a subject of interest, especially being the fact that we live on a QUIET culdisac, if I lived here, intent on a quiet exsistance, and some assholes move in and with them comes late night stereos playing in cars, fights on the streets, trash left in others yards, I would let my fingers do the walking, post haste, baby. I pay for my home, probably worried about this forclosure crap that we are famous for, being second in the country only outdone by Vegas. Damn right I'm gonna fight for my neighborhood, and get rid of the riff raff.
Ok, so I lied (maybe)
It soooo worked .
HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY.
Finally got rid of that dangerous boy.
I guess you could say I am the one fighting for MY neighborhood. :)
Have a great day My friends
Love and Peace
Kiim
Sure while I'm doing something, I imagine what I am going to write,it stops there.
Well, I adopted an apple tree in the back yard, Jimy's mom wamts to cut it down.Crap I must be one of those tree huggers, because (apples were about the size of cherries) I cant fathom someone hacking away on a perfectly beautiful, old and gnarly looking,PRODUCTIVE tree. So, my mission, I chose to accept it, has been watering,pressure washing up in the tree to keep the worms at bay, The first apple to go the way of my mouth, was dry and bitter. Now I see the first off the tree is probably the challenged one in the familym and he was booted.
I have been trimming the tree away from hanging over the neighbors fence. It wasnt a concern before, but now the house sold and there are a grip of kids,and the back yard is stacked with beer cans and the front beside the driveway is loaded up with crap. There went the hood,AND the pool. They only have it filled about three feet at the deep end(duh)I guess the mom thinks if its not full, less likely the will drown, while shes on the phone or making tortillas.
So what if they stumble and fall in the shallow end and crack their head open on the concrete.
Well I'm up in the tree, vicariously balancing and praying at the same time, Thank God for the tomboy in me. I was entertaining the thought of the chain saw, this being because my hands were crampimg on me after simple stuff like breathing, I guess I was dehydrated, we ran out of tea, so I made some iced coffee.(Jimy said its like iced tea but tastes different) I AM amoungst mental giants. It tasted like cold flipping coffee. I guess its like iced tea...its got ice.
Well, I have a reputation, its time I come clean...Knives or something HOT like a soldering iron, are objects that I shouldnt work with. My left hand is conspiring against my right hand,been going on for years, lefty injures righty every chance she gets, its getting predictable.
CHAINSAW?
Right...
I could see it now and flashed on it then.
Alone at the house, fall out of the (brittlest wood I have ever encountered) fallen out of the tree, while trying to catch my newly severed right arm, falling on my back, where the chainsaw(lefty WASNT letting go)falls against my stomach, giving me the quickest c-section on record, Jimy not due home for hours finds me under that damn tree that his mom wants to cut down. Kims not getting in the way of that now...He quickly calls the tree service.
Evere seen a outdated hippy with a shitload of pippins??
You still wont...lol
Yep, I have green apples up the kazoo. I make the bomb-diggity of all apple sauces. Ater the first two weeks it seems to have lost its appeal.
I am freezing, making apple butter, I bought some canning jars. Its been cooking on low since last night. The apples are going to dark. Sitting there in the "not hot enough to boil" pan. I dont have a crock pot. I guess that is the one and only possitive feature I can muster for freaking electric stovesfor the first month I burned everything I looked at. Dont get me wrong I know my way around an electric stove (now)Give me gas (please dont in mixed company!) Anyway, I picked alot of apples because...
A) they are ready
B) the worms know it!
So ,my nose taking a much needed vacation, I'm picking apples, now.
Pippins are my FAVORITE of the apple family. With my love for sour gummy worms, theses are nature's source of getting that good jaw tingle, and a sense of accomlishment.
Kelley loves them too, along with Kara.
I'm sending some to Kara. And making apple butter for christmas. My friend Charolette loves my sauce, so she gets sauced at my house.
I must have cut and peeled 200 apples including last night's marathon.
Nothing is going bad. There is nothing I hate more than waste.
I got inventive last month and fried a batch of apples like potatoes, but replaced the salt with sugar.
I could barely keep it down.
A week later BurgerKing comes up with french fries that are apples instead.
I think they have my house bugged.
I didnt fall from the tree, I surely didnt expect the wonderful brittlness of an apple tree. Ever hear of any apple wood furniture??
I basically trimmed the tree with my hands, literally.
Having the apple tree experience that I now am a veteran, I know where bobbing for apples originated. In order to avoid bruising the apples, where do you put it?
In water!
They arent exposed to the rough rolling around each other while picking.
Sounds good to me.
Ok, another subject...manwhore/roomate, has been pushing the envelope. Too much traffic, wee early morning hours/late night traffic. Hmmmm.
Guess who one of our neighbors is, well she has a gun and handcuffs as fashion accessories. Two weeks ago, I had a brain storm while vaccuuming the house, putting into aspect that this piece of shit does nothing AT ALL around this house except wear out the carpet at the back door, leave the windows open when the ac is on and the back door open. leaves his computer on when it doesnt even work, leaves lights on , eats all of Jimy's and my food, leaves the house with the cups that I provided when I moved in, (eight of them 1 and 1/2 months ago. NONE of them are anywhere to be found on this property!)one of his vaginas was drinking out of my little flower vase the other night! I prepared a good story that cannot be disproved.
"The house is being surveilled," I told Jimy as soon as he stepped into the house. I had a good look of panic. " I know what it would do to my Dad and his opinion of me, I dont know what your Mom and Dad would think about you..." as I walked away letting this sink in( he has spent the last 18 years in and out of prison, Mom amd Dad are providing this house for Jimy to get his shit together, and this is NO WAY
to do it...Manwhore has in NO WAY respect for anyone or anything that doesnt have anything to do with him. Apperently he doesnt understand the honor of being able to reside here.
Now its OVER.
WOO WHOO!!
Life is good again, and all I know is we are a subject of interest, especially being the fact that we live on a QUIET culdisac, if I lived here, intent on a quiet exsistance, and some assholes move in and with them comes late night stereos playing in cars, fights on the streets, trash left in others yards, I would let my fingers do the walking, post haste, baby. I pay for my home, probably worried about this forclosure crap that we are famous for, being second in the country only outdone by Vegas. Damn right I'm gonna fight for my neighborhood, and get rid of the riff raff.
Ok, so I lied (maybe)
It soooo worked .
HAPPY, HAPPY, JOY, JOY.
Finally got rid of that dangerous boy.
I guess you could say I am the one fighting for MY neighborhood. :)
Have a great day My friends
Love and Peace
Kiim
Monday, June 23, 2008
bsy for a shut-in
Yes, I'm still smokin', celibate(for another day),enlightened(musically), and far from bored.
Man-whore had another(buddy) over here. OMG she was a hoot.
Picture this...250lbs a,lets say, 44c wearing(I swear) a 32aa bra, speaks like she has a mouth full of marbles, flaming (awful) red hair, she thought she was the shit...No, I'm not jealous, I was scared, I honestly was afraid she was gonna explode out of that bra, and someone was getting hurt, how do I explain that to the paramedics? All I saw was this giant pink blur.with red flames...
Talk about feeling anorexic, next to that Barnum and Baily retiree.
So M.W's brothere was here visiting him when he takes off with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade baloon and leaves his 51 year old brother here, saying he'll be back in an hour, two days later(last night) he finally picks up his disrespected brother (along with Jimy and I) Poor Tony was running to get his stuff together before someone got in a hurry and forgot him.(again)
Poor guy, he actually needs to grow some balls and speak his mind, he's 20 years older than M.W. Jeez Louise. In the mean time I'm kinda stuck baby-sitting/entertaining, ok taking all the compliments he's giving,(the price one has to pay!)I AM, after-all, used to being left alone.I wasnt too put out, but Jimy wasnt happy about M.W. leaving him here all weekend, and bullshitting him by saying he would be right here, and never showing up.
So anyway yesterday I was in the garage working on my bike amoung other things when I was looking for a tool and smelled something REALLY bad... what I found was, ready for this? O.K. it was a clear grocery bag with some blue fabric or a mechanics papertowel in this towel, which was almost tranparent from moisture, was brown almost runny SHIT! Yes, my friends,poop, feces, cah cah. Imagine my shock... I went in and told Tony to come out and see what I found in the garage, of ciurse I told him to smell this bag I found (adds to the drama...lol) He was,too a bit on the surprised side.
I found this by M.W.'s motorcycle,towards the rear of the garage, this fact helping us figure out who the poopitrator was, this idiot named shorty(dont want to know why,but its probably a gimmee) was trying to get a hold of m.w. all day sat. and was being ignored, Shorty made about 3 or 4 trips over here, once we busted him in the garage, without announcing himself as being here.
My experience with this dna reject is this...Since I have no doors it is ok (in his excuse for a mind) to just move my blockades away and come in my room, this fact I have told him it wasnt ok to do, then he comes in again one morning and I was in bed (cant sleep au natural, this being one of the many reasons) he talks to me a bit and in my polite way am trying to tell him to go away, when he lifts off my covers and bites me on the ass! Yes, my incredioulous friends, my ASS. I was pissed off (too bad I didnt have bad gas, the ONE day last month) I couldnt believe it, I told Jimy, he was pissed off, talk about disrespect. This is looked at by he and I as assault, fuck-head is lucky I didnt have my pepper spray by the bed (guess where it is now) SDo there is a bit of my encounters with the cockroach in humans clothing. He came in the house the other day asking me if I heard him knocking I asked him if he saw me answer the door.WTF I guess this means I have to lock the freakin' door now. For someone who could knowingly transfer poop from their ass to our garage like some demented easter bunny has some issues, to say the least and is presumed unarmed (with intelligence) and dangerous. Seriously, who knows what could happen to me, I'm getting a cozy for my pepper spray and a quick-release belt holster for it too.
So one more thing, after finding the spoor I was sickened for the rest of the day, couldnt go bowling, I stayed home and cleaned my room, and thought about what I was going to say to this worm-food, I decided not top say anything, Jimy is getting a cervaillence camera and I'm installing it, it will be great enternainment, M.W spends alot of time out there with his "buddies" woo whoo. Oh yea, no one is going to know. FUN, FUN.
So another excerp from the saga-a-ga ga.
Love you all
xo
Man-whore had another(buddy) over here. OMG she was a hoot.
Picture this...250lbs a,lets say, 44c wearing(I swear) a 32aa bra, speaks like she has a mouth full of marbles, flaming (awful) red hair, she thought she was the shit...No, I'm not jealous, I was scared, I honestly was afraid she was gonna explode out of that bra, and someone was getting hurt, how do I explain that to the paramedics? All I saw was this giant pink blur.with red flames...
Talk about feeling anorexic, next to that Barnum and Baily retiree.
So M.W's brothere was here visiting him when he takes off with the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade baloon and leaves his 51 year old brother here, saying he'll be back in an hour, two days later(last night) he finally picks up his disrespected brother (along with Jimy and I) Poor Tony was running to get his stuff together before someone got in a hurry and forgot him.(again)
Poor guy, he actually needs to grow some balls and speak his mind, he's 20 years older than M.W. Jeez Louise. In the mean time I'm kinda stuck baby-sitting/entertaining, ok taking all the compliments he's giving,(the price one has to pay!)I AM, after-all, used to being left alone.I wasnt too put out, but Jimy wasnt happy about M.W. leaving him here all weekend, and bullshitting him by saying he would be right here, and never showing up.
So anyway yesterday I was in the garage working on my bike amoung other things when I was looking for a tool and smelled something REALLY bad... what I found was, ready for this? O.K. it was a clear grocery bag with some blue fabric or a mechanics papertowel in this towel, which was almost tranparent from moisture, was brown almost runny SHIT! Yes, my friends,poop, feces, cah cah. Imagine my shock... I went in and told Tony to come out and see what I found in the garage, of ciurse I told him to smell this bag I found (adds to the drama...lol) He was,too a bit on the surprised side.
I found this by M.W.'s motorcycle,towards the rear of the garage, this fact helping us figure out who the poopitrator was, this idiot named shorty(dont want to know why,but its probably a gimmee) was trying to get a hold of m.w. all day sat. and was being ignored, Shorty made about 3 or 4 trips over here, once we busted him in the garage, without announcing himself as being here.
My experience with this dna reject is this...Since I have no doors it is ok (in his excuse for a mind) to just move my blockades away and come in my room, this fact I have told him it wasnt ok to do, then he comes in again one morning and I was in bed (cant sleep au natural, this being one of the many reasons) he talks to me a bit and in my polite way am trying to tell him to go away, when he lifts off my covers and bites me on the ass! Yes, my incredioulous friends, my ASS. I was pissed off (too bad I didnt have bad gas, the ONE day last month) I couldnt believe it, I told Jimy, he was pissed off, talk about disrespect. This is looked at by he and I as assault, fuck-head is lucky I didnt have my pepper spray by the bed (guess where it is now) SDo there is a bit of my encounters with the cockroach in humans clothing. He came in the house the other day asking me if I heard him knocking I asked him if he saw me answer the door.WTF I guess this means I have to lock the freakin' door now. For someone who could knowingly transfer poop from their ass to our garage like some demented easter bunny has some issues, to say the least and is presumed unarmed (with intelligence) and dangerous. Seriously, who knows what could happen to me, I'm getting a cozy for my pepper spray and a quick-release belt holster for it too.
So one more thing, after finding the spoor I was sickened for the rest of the day, couldnt go bowling, I stayed home and cleaned my room, and thought about what I was going to say to this worm-food, I decided not top say anything, Jimy is getting a cervaillence camera and I'm installing it, it will be great enternainment, M.W spends alot of time out there with his "buddies" woo whoo. Oh yea, no one is going to know. FUN, FUN.
So another excerp from the saga-a-ga ga.
Love you all
xo
Friday, June 13, 2008
Well here is the "pram"... I think it cleaned up pretty well.
I'm gonna let Kara have it...Hopefully it will be a while before she puts it to use in the manner in which it was intended.
Actually, it would be better , as decor for a little girls room.I think its baby days are long gone...But they were built to last, werent they?
I'm gonna let Kara have it...Hopefully it will be a while before she puts it to use in the manner in which it was intended.
Actually, it would be better , as decor for a little girls room.I think its baby days are long gone...But they were built to last, werent they?
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I had 1 cigarette to last throughout the day...What does one do in this daddy of all dilemmas?
Well I stayed busy cleaning, since it was tuesday(omg! she has a scheduled freakin' day) it seems to have self-evolved,this housework thing. Anyway, Jimy made the investment (unbeknownst to me) on cleanser, which I was surprised because sunday he told me I could use Tide (ha ha...remind your ass of anything?...hmmmmm?) So I quickly employed the Comet on the long awaited bathtub/shower, doors and all, the dirty water had a weird pink tint,kitchen and bathroom, so that done, I did my vacuuming routine (lucky Dan got me a vacuum for my b-day) really I love to suck-it-all-up as long as it runs good (or is at the right setting...ahemmm)
ok, man-whore roomie is home with his flame of this week,she's Karas age!!! (he's 30,something) she's intelligent, a single mother with a 7 month old. The baby is in Oregon with her mother.(first visit) she doesnt know what to do with herself,since he's gone, so she's hanging with Joe.I do have to admit, he is funny and he is never at a loss for words...
Well little did I realize, but Ieshia or whatever her name is and Joe have an eversion to turning off lights OR picking up after themselves, I swear, it was like two tornadoes....Ok it worked for me anyway, because it took me 5 hours to remember that I didnt smoke that precious coffin nail....and still,I only accomplished a passing thought at best, because after my freshly scrubbed tub, that I was sure to be the first to christen said tub, when kaieesha (or something like that) and Joe return from Walmart, and I mention that I was getting ready to take a bath, and who makes a b-line for the w.c. its Lowqueeshia, something christening my porcelain ( the dirty ho ) so I sit in my "room" and loudly mutter to myself " Oh, she must have heard me"
SHIT ....still, no fumar, what a test of endurance. I just forgot about the stupid thing. I look at the memory thing as a step in the right direction ( or altzheimers) either way I win...lol
So I finally get my long awaited soaking...aaahhh. By now its 5 something pm and I feel that cense of accomlishment being the fact that I take things in stride and there are far worse things that could piss me off, than running after a couple of hormone enraged fuck-machines. (can you tell its been awhile for me?) they helped me with my day and occupied my time in a constructive and mild-mannered way. Oh I almost forgot....kaveesha spent at least two hours on her phone, arguing with her baby-daddy, while Joe took a shower, played playstation,ironed,did laundry, ate,played more playstation...Talk about DRAMA every other word was the "f" word along with "I'm hanging up,now" every 5 min...
It never ends around here.
Finally, around 6 or so they leave for the evening (whew) and there is peace and quiet, I watch a little c.s.i. go in Jimy's room and observe the horrible mess that Joe has left Jimy's bed in. (TOTALLY FUCKING RUDE) and he didnt have sex on it, he ate, played ps2 etc. Jimy wasnt too happy either when he got home, we comiserated on the fact that there are some "joe" issues, and I went my merry way and proceeded to get ready for my bluffjaunt, took off around 7:15, it was breezy and delicious to my clean skin and cleaner lungs, Pooty was draggin' ass cause her food bowl was empty for a bit before we left, she's an all-day snacker dog, and she didnt seem to have the gas to trek it up the hill "tough shit" I thought to myself, on the way I dropped by the little store on the corner and got some butter, because around here the stupid stores close a dark-thirty, and we started up the hill, we got about 1/4 of a block, when sitting in the middle of the sidewalk was an antique punch-bowl set, Before I even got to it I knew what it was, and I swear I was panting"Oh MY GOd,Oh My God,Oh MY God" just under my breath , I look around, not a soul to be seen, I pick it up and hold it to my body, like it was my pregnent stomach, and away I went, back the way I came, went into the store and asked for a bag into which to put my treasure, so no one would yell at me to stop, and give them back their heirloom. "over my dead body" I would be forced to say, and they would probably oblidge this request, so disguise was the remedy, away, Pooty and I semi-trot back to the crib, when about half a blck from my abode, I spot a baby carriage,I mean the kind that you and I rode in as cotton-diaper wearing, Cat-in-the-hat,monkeys that we were. I think that was the last time I ever even SAW one. You know the lay flat or sit up,with the bonnet that accordian like closed and rode on four of the same sized wheels suspened on springs for that shock-free gliding jaunt to the grocery store where people were still allowed to smoke anywhere they damn well pleased, and anyone could beat their child, anywhere they damn well pleased, and people applauded at the sport.
Well there was a sign on it that said "free". Ok whats the catch?
Chemical "free"?
Dye"free".
Free Willy?
Just then a guy came out to have a freakin" smoke and I asked him if it was true...He said yes. "Cool" I said I needed something to carry my punchbowl set in...
So there you go, I sent a pic of the pb set, I will send a pic later, of the pram, its having a rust removal treatment, by the severity of the rust it will have to sit all night. So there you go, my adventure, it was an interesting day for a shut-in like me...lol
Love...Me
Well I stayed busy cleaning, since it was tuesday(omg! she has a scheduled freakin' day) it seems to have self-evolved,this housework thing. Anyway, Jimy made the investment (unbeknownst to me) on cleanser, which I was surprised because sunday he told me I could use Tide (ha ha...remind your ass of anything?...hmmmmm?) So I quickly employed the Comet on the long awaited bathtub/shower, doors and all, the dirty water had a weird pink tint,kitchen and bathroom, so that done, I did my vacuuming routine (lucky Dan got me a vacuum for my b-day) really I love to suck-it-all-up as long as it runs good (or is at the right setting...ahemmm)
ok, man-whore roomie is home with his flame of this week,she's Karas age!!! (he's 30,something) she's intelligent, a single mother with a 7 month old. The baby is in Oregon with her mother.(first visit) she doesnt know what to do with herself,since he's gone, so she's hanging with Joe.I do have to admit, he is funny and he is never at a loss for words...
Well little did I realize, but Ieshia or whatever her name is and Joe have an eversion to turning off lights OR picking up after themselves, I swear, it was like two tornadoes....Ok it worked for me anyway, because it took me 5 hours to remember that I didnt smoke that precious coffin nail....and still,I only accomplished a passing thought at best, because after my freshly scrubbed tub, that I was sure to be the first to christen said tub, when kaieesha (or something like that) and Joe return from Walmart, and I mention that I was getting ready to take a bath, and who makes a b-line for the w.c. its Lowqueeshia, something christening my porcelain ( the dirty ho ) so I sit in my "room" and loudly mutter to myself " Oh, she must have heard me"
SHIT ....still, no fumar, what a test of endurance. I just forgot about the stupid thing. I look at the memory thing as a step in the right direction ( or altzheimers) either way I win...lol
So I finally get my long awaited soaking...aaahhh. By now its 5 something pm and I feel that cense of accomlishment being the fact that I take things in stride and there are far worse things that could piss me off, than running after a couple of hormone enraged fuck-machines. (can you tell its been awhile for me?) they helped me with my day and occupied my time in a constructive and mild-mannered way. Oh I almost forgot....kaveesha spent at least two hours on her phone, arguing with her baby-daddy, while Joe took a shower, played playstation,ironed,did laundry, ate,played more playstation...Talk about DRAMA every other word was the "f" word along with "I'm hanging up,now" every 5 min...
It never ends around here.
Finally, around 6 or so they leave for the evening (whew) and there is peace and quiet, I watch a little c.s.i. go in Jimy's room and observe the horrible mess that Joe has left Jimy's bed in. (TOTALLY FUCKING RUDE) and he didnt have sex on it, he ate, played ps2 etc. Jimy wasnt too happy either when he got home, we comiserated on the fact that there are some "joe" issues, and I went my merry way and proceeded to get ready for my bluffjaunt, took off around 7:15, it was breezy and delicious to my clean skin and cleaner lungs, Pooty was draggin' ass cause her food bowl was empty for a bit before we left, she's an all-day snacker dog, and she didnt seem to have the gas to trek it up the hill "tough shit" I thought to myself, on the way I dropped by the little store on the corner and got some butter, because around here the stupid stores close a dark-thirty, and we started up the hill, we got about 1/4 of a block, when sitting in the middle of the sidewalk was an antique punch-bowl set, Before I even got to it I knew what it was, and I swear I was panting"Oh MY GOd,Oh My God,Oh MY God" just under my breath , I look around, not a soul to be seen, I pick it up and hold it to my body, like it was my pregnent stomach, and away I went, back the way I came, went into the store and asked for a bag into which to put my treasure, so no one would yell at me to stop, and give them back their heirloom. "over my dead body" I would be forced to say, and they would probably oblidge this request, so disguise was the remedy, away, Pooty and I semi-trot back to the crib, when about half a blck from my abode, I spot a baby carriage,I mean the kind that you and I rode in as cotton-diaper wearing, Cat-in-the-hat,monkeys that we were. I think that was the last time I ever even SAW one. You know the lay flat or sit up,with the bonnet that accordian like closed and rode on four of the same sized wheels suspened on springs for that shock-free gliding jaunt to the grocery store where people were still allowed to smoke anywhere they damn well pleased, and anyone could beat their child, anywhere they damn well pleased, and people applauded at the sport.
Well there was a sign on it that said "free". Ok whats the catch?
Chemical "free"?
Dye"free".
Free Willy?
Just then a guy came out to have a freakin" smoke and I asked him if it was true...He said yes. "Cool" I said I needed something to carry my punchbowl set in...
So there you go, I sent a pic of the pb set, I will send a pic later, of the pram, its having a rust removal treatment, by the severity of the rust it will have to sit all night. So there you go, my adventure, it was an interesting day for a shut-in like me...lol
Love...Me
Monday, June 9, 2008
Sorry to make you old ladies work for it...lol
I dont know how to disable it...try the little blue wheelchair next to the space for the "word"...It may not help, or it scare you...its twilight zone fodder, for sure.
I talk about the "chinese lady" syndrome all the time. LOL
Meet ant "Rhetas lately?
About my roommate thing. I'm not seeing any action, which is cool, I dont want to complicate anything, with the "Hotty" that I am (right).
My one roomie is a man whore, he's here on the sly, and has to become scarce when Mom and Pops show up. (oh the tangled web we weave)
Tickle yur ass with a feather, anyone???
Last week I started walking Pooty in the evenings, we walk the bluffs, its windy and pleasent around 6-7pm. She loves it, especially when we walk the grass area, there is asphalt for walking and there are wide grassy areas for horseback, there arent any riders so we pretty much stick to the grass, so I can drop the leash, and no one will freak "eeek, Pitbull!" the worse that could happen is that she would beat them to death with her wildly wagging tail! But hey, I can walk undisturbed, she got the looks.
I"m gonna end this for now...lets see what my ever-exciting day brings,
I promise, I will make updating my blog a part of my routine...
Love you all...me
Friday, June 6, 2008
Ok...I give in!
Hi,friends
Here is the long awaited blog...
I encouraged my daughter to blog about a problem she was having with her B.F. since, like all men, he has a hard time listening to her (it must be a pitch thing!) Anyway, I figured "here I am telling my girl to blog, and I'm not in that pool,yet. So here I am, in the deep-end, getting ready to bore one and all with my eccentricities or lack thereof, by the way "Mentlgas" means (on my planet) fuel for thought, or a brain fart, I have them both quite often.
I moved in with a friend last month. He was residing in a beautiful two-bedroom house, with a bed and a computer desk...Lucky him, I have enough furniture to help him develope claustrophobia, Lucky him.
Actually, it works pretty well except for the fact he ran into my solid Oak coffee table that is sitting in the kitchen/dining area (for the last month) and he turned around real fast ( I think he was peeking in on me) oh yea, did I mention that I have the living room as my huge b.r./den/office. and that there are no doors. I have a folding room divider and a free standing clothes rack that I set in front of the double doorway from the kit. to the l.r. and the clothes rack next to it blocking view from the hallway/l.r. doorway...Privacy?? Kinda non-existant at this time, I'm door shopping, believe me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I have two male roomies?
Yes, friends I have job security when it comes to housekeeping. And, as my friends will confirm, I have housekeeping issues from WAY back (lack of interest) I have taken on a charactor remodification effort to improve my bad habits and create good new ones. I am doing well,(it's less difficult when its a newly remodeled home that is worth being proud of) whatever it is, its working for me, and I'm the gardener,too.
I have a dilemma with my front lawn...I have effing toadstools! I think its the oak tree that is half dead, and the roots are rotting under the lawn, and viola' (?) toadstools. They are little and burn off by noon, but I was personally effected by their existance ( I feel like I'm becoming "Hank Hill"!
I mowed the lawn good and short this afternoon, Jimy's parents are coming from Vegas for the weekend and I wanted everything to look just right. Oh yeah, did I tell you that they own the house, and they think that Jimy and I are an "item" that is the only way that my living here will work.They havent come in the house ,yet. Last month they took Jimy and I to dinner, and they needed to head for Vegas early because a storm was coming and they wanted to get home early.His mom wants me to build or get a doghouse for Pooty, since she doesnt even let her poodle in her own house. Right...Jimy said dont worry about it. Pooty gets the footon, she's moved up in the world, from her easy chair to a huge footon...oh,a dogs life , there's even a doggy door going to the backyard, Pooty thinks she died and is in Heaven. She can go out and go cah cah without waiting for me to wake up and get motivated enough to put on some shoes,put on her leash, sit down again, smoke a cigarette , while she stands at the front door looking back at me, wagging her tail. Ok ,a half hour later, another smoke, and she's doing the potty dance "talking" to me (probably lucky I dont speak "pooty" or I would get my feelings hurt)Yeah, the apartment had its drawbacks, other than the mexican music playing at deaf decibals, or the drug dealers hanging around, or the roaches from Hell)
Yep, I sure miss the worry...
Pooty is good with her bodily funtions.
On every other friday I would drive to Santa Maria, and pick up my daughter and drive back, around 5-5.5 hours straight in the car. Pooty had issues with going potty anywhere other that home, I would pull over, let her out, she would walk around in that "she's gotta shit" semi-bent over posture, and nothing had that "ok to do duty here" smell...ack...
So afetr a couple of trips with the same scenario playing, I decided to take drastic measures or she's gonna get colon cancer,with a leaky bladder, to boot, so one night I got out and walked over to some bushes (somewhere near McKittrick) and I took a squat, and "bingo" that was all it took, she figured it was ok, I'm such a "Pack Leader" Cesar would be proud.
Ok my jabber fingers are going to stop.
I hope I "blogged" ok...This was my first time.
Kinda cool.
Love, Me
Here is the long awaited blog...
I encouraged my daughter to blog about a problem she was having with her B.F. since, like all men, he has a hard time listening to her (it must be a pitch thing!) Anyway, I figured "here I am telling my girl to blog, and I'm not in that pool,yet. So here I am, in the deep-end, getting ready to bore one and all with my eccentricities or lack thereof, by the way "Mentlgas" means (on my planet) fuel for thought, or a brain fart, I have them both quite often.
I moved in with a friend last month. He was residing in a beautiful two-bedroom house, with a bed and a computer desk...Lucky him, I have enough furniture to help him develope claustrophobia, Lucky him.
Actually, it works pretty well except for the fact he ran into my solid Oak coffee table that is sitting in the kitchen/dining area (for the last month) and he turned around real fast ( I think he was peeking in on me) oh yea, did I mention that I have the living room as my huge b.r./den/office. and that there are no doors. I have a folding room divider and a free standing clothes rack that I set in front of the double doorway from the kit. to the l.r. and the clothes rack next to it blocking view from the hallway/l.r. doorway...Privacy?? Kinda non-existant at this time, I'm door shopping, believe me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I have two male roomies?
Yes, friends I have job security when it comes to housekeeping. And, as my friends will confirm, I have housekeeping issues from WAY back (lack of interest) I have taken on a charactor remodification effort to improve my bad habits and create good new ones. I am doing well,(it's less difficult when its a newly remodeled home that is worth being proud of) whatever it is, its working for me, and I'm the gardener,too.
I have a dilemma with my front lawn...I have effing toadstools! I think its the oak tree that is half dead, and the roots are rotting under the lawn, and viola' (?) toadstools. They are little and burn off by noon, but I was personally effected by their existance ( I feel like I'm becoming "Hank Hill"!
I mowed the lawn good and short this afternoon, Jimy's parents are coming from Vegas for the weekend and I wanted everything to look just right. Oh yeah, did I tell you that they own the house, and they think that Jimy and I are an "item" that is the only way that my living here will work.They havent come in the house ,yet. Last month they took Jimy and I to dinner, and they needed to head for Vegas early because a storm was coming and they wanted to get home early.His mom wants me to build or get a doghouse for Pooty, since she doesnt even let her poodle in her own house. Right...Jimy said dont worry about it.
Yep, I sure miss the worry...
Pooty is good with her bodily funtions.
On every other friday I would drive to Santa Maria, and pick up my daughter and drive back, around 5-5.5 hours straight in the car. Pooty had issues with going potty anywhere other that home, I would pull over, let her out, she would walk around in that "she's gotta shit" semi-bent over posture, and nothing had that "ok to do duty here" smell...ack...
So afetr a couple of trips with the same scenario playing, I decided to take drastic measures or she's gonna get colon cancer,with a leaky bladder, to boot, so one night I got out and walked over to some bushes (somewhere near McKittrick) and I took a squat, and "bingo" that was all it took, she figured it was ok, I'm such a "Pack Leader" Cesar would be proud.
Ok my jabber fingers are going to stop.
I hope I "blogged" ok...This was my first time.
Kinda cool.
Love, Me
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