The Future Ain't What it Used to Be

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 06:49:08 GMT

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.

Dear AMF:

Mon, 05 Feb 2007 05:48:52 GMT

Happy 30th, Angie!!!!

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 14:17:52 GMT

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.

Fri, 15 Dec 2006 01:02:49 GMT

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

Whoa. New post screen.

Thu, 30 Nov 2006 19:29:50 GMT

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

Sun, 19 Nov 2006 19:03:00 GMT

Okay. .
So, I was up real late Friday night/Saturday morning. I was doing my normal Friday night Myspace/Livejournal/Chatroom PAR-TAY (w00t!). My nieghbors got home from who-the-hell-knows-where at about 2:30-ish. They immediately began slamming doors and making all kinds of noises. It pissed me off to the point that I almost posted a rant in LJ. I didn't think too much of it, though because this whole neighborhood can get kind of loud and rowdy on any given Friday or Saturday night. But it didn't stop.

AT about 4 a.m., I started hearing what sounded like two grown adults wrestling around. The noise sounded just like when my boys wrestle upstairs, only HEAVIER, ya know? Instead of letting my paranoia get the best of me, I convinced myself that maybe they came home from a night of partying and decided to move furniture. (They just moved in less than a week ago, so the idea of late night furniture-moving made sense. Sorta.) The wrestling "noises" continued until nearly 6 a.m., and I went to sleep shortly thereafter.

But not for long. At 8 a.m. we were woken by a loud POUNDING on our front door. It was loud and abrupt enough to make Dan and I both jump completely out of bed from a dead sleep. Dan opened the front door in his boxers to find that no one was knocking on our door, but there were no less than SIX uniformed officers ponding on our next-door neighbors' door. I made a statement about what I'd heard just a few hours ago, and the rest of the day played out like a really, REALLY long and slow-paced episode of Law & Order. I watched the drama unfold ALL. DAY. LONG. I had a front row-seat to the show and nobody knew I was watching, glued to by bedroom window, watching through the blinds as Super-Cop, Brace-Face, Detective Dick , the CSU lady and a cast of extras solved the case.

Super-Cop is the guy who took my statement. I think he graduated from the acadamy last week. He looked young, lacked confidence, and was left standing alone while the other cops congregated. Brace -Face was his 30-something female partner. With Braces. She asked me a few questions, too. They nodded in some "this witness' statement matches up with our timeline" kinda way when I said the "wrestling" took place between 4 and 6 a.m. . They thanked me for my time and made me swear I was telling the truth and all that jazz, and I went back inside to watch.

Detective Dick showed up at about 11 a.m. with a bag full of Wendy's, making jokes about "job security" and how he wished "this were more like an episode of Law & Order. Then we'd all be out of here in less than an hour". Yeah. Dick. As the nieghborhood began to wake up, and more people noticed the "CRIME SCENE" tape that was wraped all around the side of the building, one balls-y (stupid?) neighbor asked Detective Dick what was going on. It took Detective Dickwad approximately 2.5 seconds to be the guy asking the questions. For the rest of the day, anyone unfortunate enough to stop and ask "what's going on?" was, in turn, asked "how well did you know them?" . . . "did you ever hear them arguing?". . . "do they have a car?". . . "did you see them last night?", and the oddest of all (considering the rest) "has anyone ever stopped you and tried to take money from you when you're walking around this neighborhood?". From what I gathered from my other neighbors' responses, the couple that had just moved in next-door to me were always arguing, he beat her all the time and she was afraid to leave her kids home alone with him. I've never met the couple, only the kids.

CSU lady showed up at about 4 p.m. with a camera, some rubber gloves, and a couple o' totes of evidence gathering stuffs. After her arrival, I heard talk of "blood evidence", "knife wounds", and a naked guy with a blood-soaked towel wrapped around his torso.

AS the day wore on, Detective Dick lost some of his jedi-mind powers and began sharing information. There was no one in the apartment. The apartment was, in fact, a crime scene. Ealier that morning, a man had been found, wandering near the local 7-11 with only a towel on, bleeding profusely. His story was that he'd been robbed and stabbed while walking to the store. That led the cops back to the guy's house (my next-door-neighbor) and there the story unfolded. Apparently the "wrestling" I'd heard the night before was the sound of this guy getting stabbed to near death in his own apartment. It makes me sick that that's what I was listening to. I still don't know who did it, but it is someone that the guy both knows and is protecting, hence his "I got robbed" story.

They finally finished their investigation after dark, and I'm sure I heard people back in the apartment last night.

So. That was my Saturday. Back to work today. Like nothing happened. Damn.
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.)

Fri, 17 Nov 2006 05:59:05 GMT

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?

Thu, 09 Nov 2006 05:21:06 GMT

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.

Boys will be boys. . . unfortunately.

Mon, 30 Oct 2006 23:57:14 GMT

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.

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 15:28:23 GMT

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

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 05:47:25 GMT

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.

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 01:46:11 GMT

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.

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 22:55:48 GMT

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.

Wed, 20 Sep 2006 04:36:13 GMT

Indeed.

Flori-duh

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 03:49:43 GMT

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?

Ernesto

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 02:21:12 GMT

Here we go again.

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

Venting, AGAIN. . .

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 21:14:50 GMT

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.

WTF???

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 22:41:10 GMT

Stolen from metaquotes. Here.

A collage of my interests:

Create your own! By ga_woo

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

This is why SOME call me crazy. . .

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 02:42:53 GMT

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.

:(

Beware: Attention Whoring

Sun, 30 Jul 2006 05:11:51 GMT

Guess what today is, fuckers?

You got SERVED!!

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 04:57:08 GMT

Dude, there is TOTALLY a rap battle going on in my parking lot right now. All 8 Mile-style. (Minus the guns. I hope.)
I'm fairly certain that my neighbor's stereo shouldn't be rattling the dishes in my cupboard.
At 1 AM.

But what do I know?

Joke of the. . . well, here's a joke.

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 01:26:45 GMT

Heh. SOmeone just sent this to me on Myspace. It was too freakin' hilarious to not pass along.
Enjoy and share:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Friendship Between Women:::

A woman didn't come home one night. The next day she told her husband that she had slept over at a girlfriend's house. The man called his wife's 10 best friends. - None of them knew anything about it.

Friendship Between Men:::

A man didn't come home one night. The next day he told his wife that he had slept over at a buddy's house. The woman called her husband's 10 best friends. Eight of them confirmed that he had slept over, and two claimed that he was still there.

Brotherly love.

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 16:30:46 GMT

Yeah. My kids are not supposed to have food/drinks in their bedrooms. In spite of this, at least once a week, we have to tell them to bring all of the dishes down from their rooms and put them in the sink.

Today, along with the usual 20,000 plastic cups, there was a bowl that looked like it might have had icecream in it at one time. In the crusty goo were scratched the words "DIE [big 'X'] A.G.". (A.G. is my youngest son.)

Can ya feel the love?

Meme

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 19:45:24 GMT

Okay, here's the rules as I read them:(from mysirensong)

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A. Respond to this post, and I will describe you in three words.

B. Take a look a your LJ friends list, then list up to ten things you want to say to ten different LJ friends... DO NOT state who these people are. DO NOT confirm nor deny any "comment speculation".

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So, I guess that means I'm not supposed to comment or "speculate", but who's gonna stop us, 'eh?

10 things to 10 different LJ users:

1- I like talking on messenger with you late at night. I like it even better when we use big words and impress one another with our clever wit. I like that your journal entries are almost always nonsensical.

2- You are gorgeous and creative and a wonderful mother. Your children are quite obviously loved. You do more in a week than I do in a year. You really seem to have a busy and productive life, yet you're very down to earth.

3- Holy Moly, LiLi!

4- I'm really sorry for what I said/did to you last spring. I miss talking to you on messenger. I know you'll never read this, because you don't "hang out" on any of our internet hide-a-ways anymore. :(

5- I know sometimes you wonder why you even keep me on your list, as we have nothing in common. But, you've been a fixture on my LJ and my Myspace since the beginning of time, and you're kinda cute. Our political views may differ. Don't let my banners and rhetoric overpower the idea that I appreciate what you and your 'brothers' have done for our country.

6- I don't comment on your FMS (is that right?) entries because my foot dosen't taste that good. I read every single one of them, though. I've learned alot. You've also helped me to put myself in your shoes, so to speak. In that, there are PLENTY of people in my life who want me to just "snap out" of what I'm going through. If only it were that easy.

7- Your daughter is beautiful and you are very creative. I like the fact that you take time to respond to every comment you receive, even though each one of your entries receives like, 30 comments. I think it's awesome that you don't let anyone tell you how to live or dress or behave, but you're not "badass" about it. You're the scrapping queen.

8- You drink too much coffee. Sometimes I wish I had your confidence. Okay, a lot of the time. I live vicariously through your 'girls night out' and 'bowling night' entries.

9- Your love for your son is heart wrenching at times. I'm sure many mothers out there (myself included) would LOVE for their childrens' father to be as dedicated as you are. You're an exceleent writer, but I'm not really a fan of "fantasy", which is why I never offer an opinion on your novel.

10- I wish you lived a little closer to me. I think you'd be a blast to get drunk with. Plus, you like the boobies, and I HAVE the boobies!! We could smoosh 'em together and take a picture to make an icon out of! ;-) It was very interesting reading your journal while you were doing the "OB" stuff. It's cool to hear about hospital visits through the "staff's" eyes.

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Woah. That took forever. You people better play.

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 18:03:40 GMT

My MIL got married yesterday. The bride and groom were wonderful, but no words can explain the debacle that was "behind the scenes". Except maybe the word "debacle".

I won't bore you with too many details about people you don't know. Let's just say that the day's festivities included
a)a rainstorm just as the (outdoor) wedding was to begin, complete with wind, rain, thunder and lightning (Alanis would have loved it),
b) having to crowd 50+ people into a modest three bedroom ranch due to that thur storm, and
c) The bride's daughters and the wedding planner almost throwing down. As in: 2 inches from one another's face and a whole bunch of "Fuck you, bitch!", "No, fuck YOU!", "I'll kick your ass!" flying through the air.

Quote of the day [no context needed]: When did Ma start drinking beer and listening to country music?

It was great.