prettywittygirl

Well, shit. . .

It's been way too long since I've LJ'd, and you people have had WAY too many things happen in your lives. I'm just sayin'. (Congratulations, T!!!)

Things that have happened in my life:
(most recently, spell-check told me "thins" was a-okay, though what I meant was "things"),I renewed my lease, I had free HBO for 4 days, my youngest kid turned 9, I downloaded the "Growing Pains" theme song to my iPod, my middle kid turned 10, my youngest sibling graduated college, and my job hired and fired a gazillion-billion idiots. (Okay, maybe 20.)


Coming attractions:
My daughter has been selected to join the "advanced" classes when she starts middle school, My MIL is moving 800 miles away, my job will continue to be craptastic, and my mommy is moving in with us.

In a nutshell.

Santa was here!!



The kids scored BIGTIME!! "M" got a 5-disc CD changer entertainment system thingie, and a shitload of clay, pens, paper, markers, crayons, paint, stickers, uh. . . artsy-craftsy stuff. "T" and "A" both got a pair of boxing gloves, a skateboard, footballs, basketballs and volleyballs, an air-hockey table and fucking "soft air" pelet guns. All three of 'em got portable CD palyers and a couple of CDs. Oh, yeah, and there were some video games and conrollers in there somewhere.


This is Bob. Bob was created by my daughter so my sons could torture and maim him. Poor Bob.


LOOK!!!! Kitties!



Happy happy to you and yours, all!!!

Next up, 2007.

Emily said there was a new post screen, so I had to check it out.

Whoa. New post screen.

It snowed in Seminole county last week.
Right now it's 80 degrees.
What the hell?

Okay. ( Saturday was strange ) To say the least. (Angie, you might not want to read this. Something happened next-door to me this weekend and this is my account. I love you and I wouldn't want my words to cause you any more pain.)

Yeah.

I haven't been posting much at all lately because my Kentucky Fried McJob has been keeping me quite busy. It feels good to be out of the house, but I wish I had a job that wasn't so demeaning. Like a stripper. Or a hooker. It's like being in high school all over again with some of these people, but I really can't fault them, as many of them ARE still in high school. The UPside to this whole ordeal is that at the end of each night, there is always TONS of food left over that we can either take home or throw in the garbage. Needless to say, my refrigerator at home has chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac & cheese, baked beans, and bisquits coming out the wazoo. (Yes, my frige DOES have a wazoo.) My grocery bill has been cut drastically, too.

I've lost quite a bit of weight because I walk to work each day and I've cut way (WAY WAY WAY) back on my soda intake. (Like, WAY. I used to drink a 12-pack of Pepsi a day and now I can make a 2-liter last a week. Yeah, WAY.) I also make myself a salad at work every day with oven-roasted chicken, (so what if there's TONS of Ranch dressing on it?) and that is much of an improvement over my old diet of Pepsi, cookies, cup-cakes and french fries. I also haven't been drinking as much alcohol. (Not by matter of sheer willpower, mind you. No, it's a matter of a suck-ass work schedule. I never have two days off in a row, so getting super-drunk any night of the week is out of the question.)

Besides my craptastic job, things are going pretty good. I am officially a married woman now. Dan and I have been speaking of one another as husband and wife since 2001, but it still feels weird to say it and mean it. Our next step is for Dan to adopt the kids. Anybody have any idea how to get this started?

Speaking of the dawnlings. . .
The kids got their report cards last week:
"M" got 3 B's and a C (of course, my mommy-pride has to add the disclamer that "M" received the C in her Advanced Math class, and got straight A's for the entire year last year).
"T" got straight A's for the first time ever! (Disclamer: "T" made the A/B Honor Roll all three grading periods last year. No C's.)
"A.G." got one an A, two B's and a C (this one's in the gifted classes, y'all).
YAY, kids!!

Okay. That's enough for now. And I think that is enough.

I like the parenthetical* (a lot).


*(Am I the only person left alive who still reaches for the real dictionary even though Dictionary.com is right there?)

whachoo meen, spelchek?

SO, my kids, being the smartlings that they are, asked what the difference between Democrat and Republican is. Dan started to explain it, but when ANYONE explains the difference, it always seems like a matter of opinion, not fact. SO I explained it to them in my own words:

"There really is no difference, only the appearance of 'choice'". My son was like, "Huh?" and I was all, "It's kinda like me telling you that I can either punch you in the face or kick you in the balls. You have a choice, but either way, you're still getting your ass kicked".

Score one for raising more liberal-communist-socialist hippies like me.

Yesterday (Sunday) Dan and I both had to work, so his sister A watched the kids for us. While they were over there, the boys decided it would be fun to throw rocks. Needless to say, one of those rocks went through someone's windshield. Fortunately, the car they hit belonged to a friend of Dan's other sister, M. They already got the estimate to fix it, and it's gonna be about $250, which is actually about $300 less than we thought it would be. The boys are grounded forever, though, and we're trying to impress upon them the idea that now that we owe this guy $250, there will be less "extras" around the house for a while. Blah.

Yo. LJ has a messenger. We're all in trouble now. Let me know if you've used it or plan on using it.

Hi.

I've been internetless for 13 days and you missed me so much it hurts you inside. If you posted something riveting or hilarious since October 13th, and I failed to respond, take note of my sincere apology: I'm sorry. Oh, yeah, and "OMG" and "LMAO", respectively.

What I've been up to in the past 13 days

I've been employed for 10 days. It's the most craptastic job I've ever had in my life. We serve food that's finger lickin' good. Well, it used to be, in the 80's. Now it's just an acronymn. nymynynymynym. This job makes me feel sooper special. Some nights I report to a kid who's still in high school. Wheeeeeeee! On the upside, I've never had to not think so much in my life.

In other news, I'm getting married. Yeah. Don't get all squishy-wishy on me, 'cuz I'm not that type of girl. No fairy-tale wedding for me (though fairies are WELCOME). We're having a party Saturday night to celebrate, and then we're going to get married on HALLOWEEN!!!! YAY! It was kind of a spur of the moment deal (the date, not the marriage. We've been talking about that part for years). No fancy wedding or anything like that, either. We're having the "reception" ahead of time and just doing a quick, private thing on the 31st.

Anyway, woohoo. There ya have it. We now return you to your regularly scheduled LJing.

Damnit. I have a HP printer that is not working properly. It's not brand new but it's not any older than the computer, either. Anyway, when I go to their website, the only things I can find are essentially ads for new products. Where the hell would I look for, like, troubleshooting or something?

I'm gonna keep searching online. I just thought it would be a lot easier than this to find the answers.


Heh. I already took the whole thing apart and put it back together. Yeah, that really didn't help. It didn't make it any worse, but it certainly didn't help.

I'm putting up my halloween decorations today. What? It's almost October.
We really don't have much any money to be spending on decorations and candy this year. Thank goodness I'm a packrat and still have the stuff from the last few years, including 40 miles of spider-web and 2 gallons of fog juice.

I say it every year, and I'll say it again: I LOVE Halloween!!!!!

My cats, however, are NOT loving the fog machine.

Indeed.

Oh, God. You should see/hear some of these commercials they're running for the gubernatorial race.
"Gallagher: Liberal. Pro-Choice. Anti-Gun." Sounds like somebody you'd vote for, no? Too bad the announcer's tone of voice said, "Gallagher: Like Hitler. Eats babies. Killed your grandma."

**This ad paid for endorsed by a guy who prides himself on being a "Ronald Reagan" republican.
WTF is a Ronald Reagan Republican? RRR? Is that like the KKK?

Here we go again.

Ernesto must have relatives in Cuba. He dosen't seem to want to leave.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

My apartment complex is filled with racist, ignorant asshole motherfcukers. I don't know what it is, but these KNOW NOTHING parents have been picking on my kids and our family since the day we moved in here.

The lady across the parking lot: Has 2 kids my kids' ages. Her kids are not allowed in our apartment because she's afraid they'll catch FLEAS and LICE. LISTEN HERE, you crackhead BITCH that is sleeping with the toothless maintainence guy, MY KIDS DON'T HAVE LICE. I don't know what bacteria-laden rumor mill YOU got your information from, but you are WRONG. Also, your son's head is shaved and your daughter's cornrows are so tight her brains are spilling out. With that plus all the grease and chemicals on that child's head, those poor little lice wouldn't stand a chance. DIAF, kthxbye

The family a few doors down: Has three kids my kids' ages (plus two more. And Grandma. In a two bedroom apartment). THOSE kids aren't allowed in our apartment because my kids aren't hispanic. "But wait," you say. "Aren't your kids half Puerto-Rican, Dawn?" Why, yes, dear reader, they ARE!! Maybe they're just not hispanic ENOUGH. My kids' blonde hair and blue eyes tends to have people making an ass out of themselves.


The lady a few buildings over: Has two kids my kids' ages. JUST TODAY, my daughter told me that "C and J aren't allowed in our house anymore because J has ringworm all over his head, and C has it on her neck, and their mom thinks they got it here". WHAT THE MOTHER FUCK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?!?!?!?! Um, my kids have NEVER had ringworm, EVER! I dunno how you think contagious fungi spread, but in order to "get" it from someone, they have to have HAD it, moron. You can take your ringworm and go DIAF with the lice lady.

Yeah. My blood is boiling.

That's just what us dirty white folk do.

Stolen from metaquotes. Here.

A collage of my interests:


( My Interests Collage! (NSFW) )


This is rather sick of me. What's up with the female asian preteen???!! I have no such interest.

Okay, it's kinda Angie's fault for getting me started with this whole Alaskan pipeline thing.
The whole thing should have nearly no effect on (US)American gas consumption.

However,

HOWEVER, I say. . . there ARE dumb folks out there. Yup, there stoopider than mee and you is. There ARE folks who will rush to the gas station to fill up because "next week we'll be paying $5.00 a gallon (or MORE!! ONOEZ!!)". The problem with this mentality is that: GAS PRICES WILL BE HIGHER NEXT WEEK, but it will be because YOU AND 30,000 OTHER PEOPLE filled up on a Sunday night and the next day your local Citgo was OUT OF GAS!!! Not because of some pipeline spill in Alaska.

The "crazy" talk comes when I tell you people: We're being set up for something much bigger. This time next year, we'll be saying, "I can remember when gas was $4.80 a gallon", and saying it like we miss it.

Oh, but wait! There's more.

Something BIG (no, I don't know what) is going to happen in our lifetime. Something that will make you and I pick up what we can carry on our person and hightail it to safer grounds.

I really believe this. And I live by it.


And there are those close to me who would call me crazy for this.

:(

Guess what today is, fuckers?