Blah....

In keeping with my lazy weekend mode, why is it that in the evenings, I really don't feel like going to bed, but in the mornings I don't want to get out of the bed? It almost hurts to try sometimes..... Being all cozy and comfy and fluffy and warm in the bed and not wanting to move because you're still trying to enjoy the last dregs of the comforts of sleepy land and happy dream time... Ahh..... I guess that's why there's coffee. :shrug:

Some days....

Have you ever noticed that there are some days that you can spring out of bed when the alarm goes off and you go skipping along your day and everything is fine, but then there are some days where..... Well, not so much.
I would think that it being the weekend and all, I would be a little more motivated to be doing SOMETHING simply because there really isn't routine or schedules to keep up with like I would during the weekday. But today is my "birthday weekend" and I choose to be a slouch and sit around on my ass and eat junk and watch movies and be lazy with my children. I choose to do nothing and make like a vegetable and vege out and not think too hard about anything other than what I'm going to watch next and what I'm going to eat while watching it. The only reason I will get off of my ass is to go potty or find me some more vittles to nom on or (god forbid) pick up the remote control if I drop it. It's gonna be great. In theory..... Whether or not this all happens is a different story all together.

Rudeness....

I may be crass and swear a lot and stuff, but believe it or not, I do manage to function in "civilized society" too. I know plenty about proper behavior and how to be polite and shit like that. And yes, I do actually act like one of those people when I have to and the need calls for it.
Honestly, I don't get it. Who determined what was proper etiquette and what was not. What's rude and what's acceptable.... I mean really? I suppose it was another one of those things set up by the elite to keep a separation of the classes and for the poseurs to be able to put on fake airs to pretend that they were something that they were not.... I get it, but still...
Sometimes I like to start off in "the mode" just to feel out a group of people.... Then I go to town and let loose, ESPECIALLY when I didn't want to be there in the first place. Mostly, my parents' friends' houses and stuff like that. It's a great way to get dis-invited from many other snooty hoity toity parties for years to come and even if I do get invited, my parents don't want to bring me because they know damn well that if they force me to go, they're gonna get it.
:sigh: Fun times to be had by all. Whatever. The point is, there's no point in being rude...... All the time.....

Occupy what now?

This occupy thing has been going on for quite some time now.... I was tired of it a few months ago. Seriously. I'm not even sure of what the goal is supposed to be any more, for all the peace and love they tout they are all about, there have been more crimes committed in the places they're "occupying" (several of them rather serious, like rape, murder....), these areas are a mess (I am talking biohazard, rats and vermin, disease and human waste everywhere and garbage and yuck kind of mess).... It may not have been the original intentions of the original group, but this whole thing is a fucking joke. The only thing they've managed to accomplish was to divide even further and wedge the gap even MORE, the two "opposing sides". Silly rabbits.

The very same small businesses that they are claiming to be peacefully rallying for are falling to ruins because their regular clients want nothing to do with what's going on in the streets. I mean who wants to go amid the dirty hippies and kick through debris and avoid steaming piles of human waste? I wouldn't. Ew...... Well, that was a waste of time there, huh?

So, tell me, what is the goal of this movement? Okay, it's about bringing to light the 1% being able to keep their money and how the rest of the 99% has to pay for the mistakes of the 1%. Duh! I think we already KNEW that it was happening. And for these people to realize that this is happening just now? And I'M the one who isn't seeing things for what they are?

In moving on here, fighting for the 99% by sitting around on your asses in the streets and causing chaos and whatever.... Um.... I'm REALLY not seeing how that helps anyone. If anything, it's causing more of a problem for the rest of the 99% who actually have jobs and are trying to get to those jobs and work and make a living and succeed at getting by and doing what they need to do. Um, so that's kind of a fail right there. With all the "government has too much sway!", it seems ridiculous to me that they are relying on that same government to make everything all better and fix the problems and take control over making the changes needed to appease them......
Environmentally friendly? Um...... No. Moving on.....

Peace loving? Well, if that were the case, I don't think there would be the rapes and murders and fights breaking out all over. And let's just say for the record that getting short little video clips of the police doing their job without posting the WHOLE incident and saying that it's police brutality does NOT make it police brutality. Hey morons! Cops are part of that 99% too. I didn't think alienating some groups of the 99% was one of the points to your whole movement there....
Drugs will not be tolerated? It's worse then a Grateful Dead concert.... And beyond.... Ugh. Seriously....

The mission statement has fallen to pieces and there really was no clear cut point. It was just a bunch of stupid idealists with a plan to sit around on their asses and complain about something, hoping someone else will do something about it and that those in power would change their hearts and fruffy froofy foo foo fuzzy happy baby ducks and bunnies and unicorns and magical rainbows.... Hey dumbasses! Put the joint down and think about this.... Isn't that what got us here in the first place? Just sayin'....

Go home. Occupy a job and don't tell me that they aren't out there. That's a load of bullshit. The one that you want may not be out there, but there is plenty of work to be had. This occupy movement needs to re-evaluate what it has going on here because it is becoming part of the problem instead of part of the solution and considering what it's supposed to stand for.... Well, I suppose trying to talk sense and logic to a bunch of lazy idealists isn't gonna make a lick of difference..... Never mind then. Carry on.

Happy birthday to me!

Another year, another birthday.... I celebrate mine today. Yuppers. It's my birthday.
Being ever so much closer to my fourth decade on this planet, I sit and contemplate my journey. It's been quite a ride. I've come to find that life isn't always what you plan it out to be and that sometimes, you really have to roll with the punches. Granted, I may still be considered a pup by some peoples' standards, but all things considered, I've lived my fair share of life up until this point, I've witnessed and seen quite a bit and done a lot of things that most really can't claim to have. In looking back at the good AND bad, I've realized that it was all of those experiences that has shaped me into the person that I am now, such that it is.
If the major occurrences, milestones or happenings in my life were different, I doubt that I would be the same exact person that I am now. Flawed to be sure, but none the less, at least I'm comfortable enough in my own skin AND am aware of the changes that I need to make in my life. I like who I am. I don't need to be anything other than who I am and I've surrounded myself with people who love me for who I am instead of with people who want to see me change into their idea of who I should be. I don't need to put on my "public face". I am who I am. Love me or hate me, I make NO apologies for who I am. No one ever said you had to put yourself in my path and certainly, no one is making you stand there in it either and forcing you to stay.
I don't really think that there is "an age" where one can consider themselves to be "grown" as it were. Life is about constant growth and learning and change. Without that, life becomes stagnant and dull. A person becomes complacent when there is so much more potential for someone out there. My biggest fears are about the regrets about not having done something when opportunities arose. I think those might become the hardest to swallow for me when my journey comes to an end. I do my best to try and fix the darkened karma that I brought upon myself and so far, that journey has been one of the most fulfilling. Seeing dreams come to fruition, taking time to slow down and enjoy moments and cherishing what I do have instead of lamenting the things that I don't. Letting go of grudges instead of letting them fester. Ridding myself of burdens and useless things and people as I can. Standing up for myself. Calling on people I can trust and rely on for help when I need it instead of struggling to just barely make things work. Laughing often and well. And knowing that I found someone to share everything with in a way that I never had been able to before, having found the love I should have had all along. It's all been such an enlightening experience coming to certain conclusions that some years ago, I couldn't see for what they were.
Wow, how the years have changed me... I can't wait to see what comes in the years ahead.

Pull over....

Getting pulled over is never a fun thing. With that being said, you're getting pulled over for a reason. Whether it's because you blew a stop sign or a red light, going a little too fast or the opposite extreme where you got yuked for drunk driving or something, 99% of the time, there is a damn good reason. It's not a matter of there being a "quota" that needs to be met here people. You were driving like an asshole.
It boils down to this. When you're the one getting pulled over for whatever reason, the cop is an asshole, but if you saw it happening and some other guy was Driving in the same way you were, your thoughts become, "Where the hell are the cops and why aren't they doing their job??!??" It's a no win situation. I guess cops are just dicks. That is until those very same people hear a bump in the night or something happens and these very same "dicks" are showing up on the doorstep or running into the fray or whatever, risking their skins, asses and lives to do the very same job (as it is all part and parcel) that they were being called assholes for. Those very same police officers who may have been called assholes an hour before become heroes the next.... Go figure. It's just that kind of a thankless job, I guess.
You have law enforcement bashers who will vilify all police officers over the few "bad eggs". If we were to do that with everybody, well, there wouldn't be anywhere to turn now would there? Pry apart ANY organization and there are going to be skeletons in the closet. Especially when it's about people put into power or who are given power. A big one that comes into mind is politics.... How about religion? "Charitable organizations"? Please. There's no such thing a a good deed done with out it's rewards. And for law enforcement alone to be the ones bashed and called criminal? Abuse of power, what now?
Maybe I get a little more testy about these things because my Puppy Guts is a cop and some of my very good friends are cops. I'm sure that there is plenty of corruption within the law enforcement circles (just like with any other circle mind you), but to vilify everyone because of the uniform they wear.... It makes me realize just how stupid some people are.

It's beautiful....

It's that epic moment when you realize that something is perfect.  It doesn't happen often, but when it does, you know it. You feel it and that feeling is priceless. A plan or an idea that comes to fruition and nothing is flawed. It's everything that you've envisioned and more. It's an amazing feeling. That moment of discovery that everything is just.......PERFECT! It's a beautiful thing. All the time and energy of plotting, planning, preparing and that one final moment and it's done and it's beautiful!

The one drawback to it is that the feeling is fleeting because the moment passes and I'm ready for the next one. :sigh: Oh well. Back to the beginning!

Don't believe you......

Excuse me for being someone who won't take most people for their word. I've heard enough bullshit from the people who LEAST should have been feeding me bullshit for far too long. I'm gonna challenge everything that I can because there are certain people whom I will not take things at face value because they wouldn't be able to tell the truth if it struck them in the face and called them Sally. They live too far deep in their own little faux realities that has them believing the own lies they've spun in a world they created and live in. I'm tired of being the villain in the worlds of their own creation where they are both the victims and the heros. Go play pretend on your own. I'm dropping the bag of bricks and I'm not playing no mores. If they want to talk to me, they're going to have to step into the arena in the "real world" and be ready to answer some questions and answer to facts and have REAL explanations. I'm done with that noise.

Idiot!

I love posting about the stupidity of others. It brings me much amusement, but it also fills me with a dread of knowing that there are so many stupid people in the world today, but what the hell. I may as well find the amusement in it, simply because if I don't, I may very well lose my mind.

So, (as I always start) out and about the other day, I came across today's featured idiot emitting the "stupid vibe", so I took pause to witness the foolishness that would inevitably follow.

At the gas station, I watched a man pull up to the pump. Went too far and discovered he went too far forward when he got out of the car, got back into the car,  backed up into the car behind him, pulled forward again, got out of his car to yell at the guy behind him (who was parked and getting ready to pump his gas), check for damage on his back bumper (there was none.... Maybe a scratch, but really?), continued to yell at the guy for having parked behind him to gas up his car before he discovered that he was too far from the pump again, got back into his car, backed up again, this time avoiding hitting the car behind him. At this point, I was thinking that this guy was drunk or high or something. He kept on mumbling to himself and stink eying the guy who's car he hit... After finishing pumping his gas, he pushed the button for the receipt and the ticket didn't spit out, so it was off and running into another foul mouthed temper tantrum because he had to go into the station there to get a receipt from the cashier inside. He stormed back out some time later still spewing an acid mouthed rage about "morons and retards" and manages to get himself back into the car. The door didn't shut all the way so he had to unlock the door, open it and shut it again. Backed up "DAMN IT!!!!! DRIVE! NOT REVERSE!!!!!!" a shift in gears, and screeched forward, miscalculated the turn, tried to turn anyway, hit the curb, drove over the curb, scraped the underside of the car on the curb as he did, hit the pole thingy on the grass on the other side of the curb, backed up, slumped in his seat, let out a stream of obscenities, put the car back in gear and drove away.
Maybe the guy was just having a VERY bad day. Maybe the guy was experiencing life at several WTF moments a minute. I don't know. But for him to be driving around in that state can NOT have been a good thing. Dude couldn't even navigate his way around a gas station lot, I can't even begin to imagine what kind of a terror he was on the roads... And that's IF he didn't rupture something or had some kind of massive coronary or something and crashed his vehicle into a telephone pole....... I'm sorry, but I have to say, THAT is a Darwin award waiting to happen right there. I just hope he doesn't take out a family of four in a minivan along with himself...... :s

No snow days.....

We haven't had snow this winter..... I mean, it's relatively early in the winter and we've still got a ways to go, but....
It's not necessarily that I'm complaining. Snow is a bitch to deal with, a bitch to shovel, a bitch to drive around in and considering the insanity of the what one snowy day can become with the preparations for it, ugh..... But a New England winter without snow.... :sigh:
Last year, we got hammered with snow. There was several feet of snow piled up outside. People didn't know what to do with all the friggin' snow. The roads got narrower because the amount of snow encroached on road space... I mean, there was lots of snow for the area. This year? Nothing.
I remember last year, I cussed and cried and shoveled snow until my hands blistered and bled, then continued to shovel even afterwards. The kids had snow days up the wazoo, we had a winter play park complete with tunnels and an igloo, a few sled runs, a "snowman making factory" and a private 5-6 ft maze through the backyard. Well, it was more of a dog walking area. Otis, being a dachshund, is a wee bit low to the ground and his undercarriage tends to drag across ice and snow if we get more than 4 inches of snow.....
Now watch.... With this all being said, Murphy's law is gonna kick me right in the cooch and hammer us with snow until April..... Dang it.

Get over yourself...

I don't understand some people. They think they're so fucking clever and/ or creative and/ or artistic and/ or smart, when the reality proves quite the contrary. I've met these people, I've known people like this, I still know people like this..... It's sad. They try so hard and the attempts are pathetic really. What makes it even more sad is when they think you to be beneath them because they believe themselves to be so fucking clever and/ or creative and/ or artistic and/ or smart.
The best way to deal with people like this is to be yourself, step up your game and bring it. It's fun to hear, "I didn't know you knew how to <whatever>...." Whether it's drawing, cooking, playing whatever instrument, speaking a different language, coming up with solutions to problems, creating things.... It's fun to see the reaction when you know you can do it better and show it.
People tend to be so wrapped up in themselves and I think it comes from upbringing. When children have parents that are constantly telling them that they're perfect and they can do no wrong, when clearly they can and have, and then make excuses for them and how it couldn't possibly have been their fault, even though it was.... Well, think about it. Where's the challenge to try and be better when they were taught that mediocre was just fine. Then, these same people go out into the world thinking that they are the second coming bringing misery into the lives of everyone around them because they believe themselves to be perfect. Ugh....
There's really isn't a reason for anyone to go beyond what they are if they think what they are is fine. There isn't a need for these people to think differently, act differently, BE different and therefore, mediocre is fine. They are complacent in their mediocrity and therefore, they become close minded and just..... Blah. It's not to say they don't do things well. But it's "by the book", "by the numbers" and so plain jane that it lacks heart and spirit. It's just like every other. There's nothing special about it, there's nothing different about it.... And I think it's rather sad that THAT is okay with some people. It's even MORE sad to think that there are those who think that their mediocrity is exceptional, when in short, it's just exceptionally mediocre.
All fine well and good. I say, let them stay in their box. Leaves more room for those who are willing to go out and be more than mediocre anyway.

I will NOT take the blame.....

It's really not my fault that you're an idiot.....
The end.

More stupid.....

I haven't posted about the stupidity that I witness on a day to day basis lately. It's not that I haven't witnessed stupidity.... I mean, come on. It's not that hard to run across a stupid person doing something stupid. The world is full of idiots.... The scary thing is, they're breeding at very rapid rate....
So, we finally have cable at the condo. It's VERY basic cable. No movie channels or anything like that, but we really don't have a need for it. Whatevs. So being all happy that we could watch TV from the comfort of our couch, we surfed through the channels. BIG mistake. I KNEW there was a reason I don't really watch television other than a few FOOD PORN channel shows....
I was not aware that there are now whole entire shows dedicated to the stupidity of people. Shows like World's Dumbest and stuff. It doesn't end there.... MTV used to be music videos and shows about music, but now they have shows about the creme de la creme of idiots and the things they do. People are getting famous and/ or getting paid to be stupid and doing stupid things.
I get that these shows are funny to some. I have to admit, I even giggled a couple of times scrolling through the channels and getting sucked in to watch an act of stupidity (it's like a train wreck! You can't NOT watch....). A good portion of it was actually quite frightening and I think I actually caught myself praying that these people would never breed. This is what is considered entertainment these days...
:slaps forhead:
Hell. Hand basket. All aboard!

I still don't get it....

I've explained things using facts and kept the explanations simple..... I'm still not understanding why certain people can't stick to the task at hand and explain something I've asked about or just answer the damn question.
I am the type of person who will ALWAYS question everything because I take no one for their word. I would much rather have every scrap of TRUE information (or as close to the truth as possible) and form my own opinions rather than have them dictated to me whether through the media or the certain agendas of a group or an individual or even some cult like bunch of rabid followers who can't think for themselves. I want reasons justified, I want them clarified, I want them explained, I want them defined and I want facts. Not opinion, not propaganda, not "ideas", not feelings regarding the situation in discussion. FACTS. I make NO apologies for who I am in that respect. I truly believe that the only way to form a solid opinion is to base them on actual events and facts. Not some half baked, half cocked  idea that sounded good.
I really don't understand why this is such a hard concept to grasp for some people. I don't want to hear the excuses, the drama, the reason why you think you're right, nor do I want the avoidance of the question all together. Is it really that difficult to explain your position? If that's the case, why is it so difficult? Maybe perhaps because when deluged with facts, your pathetic excuse for an opinion falls flat.
No worries. Think of it this way, I didn't outsmart you, you just out dumbed me. And besides, if I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong. Thanks for playing anyway! Kthnxbai!

The best laid plans....

Some of the best laid plans seem to be fool proof and fail proof and completely perfect. You think you've thought of everything, every detail was worked through and there is just NO WAY you can lose...... Those are the ones that crumble and fall the fastest.... Nothing in life is guaranteed nor can it be perfectly planned for. It just doesn't work that way.
I guess I have a general idea as to where I want to end up and a very loose plan as to how I'm going to get there..... The reality is, the firmer I make the plans, the more they seem to crumble, (I keep thinking of the brittle/ shattering thing...) so, I try to keep things pretty flexible. This has been quite a task for me as a person because of the way I'm wired. Maybe it's the A.D.D. and my needing structure so that I can stay on task and focused. Maybe it's the O.C.D. that leads to my needing lists and counting things and making sure everything is in its place and blah.... I don't know. The point is, it's been a process to try and loosen the reins on "the plan" a little.
There are quite a few things that I can have complete control over, like the plan of attack for cleaning a room or how I am going to go about doing a task that requires some planning on my part (like packing up the car to take the kids to their dad's parents' house). I still have to make my lists so that I have a point of reference and I can check things off (a small feeling of accomplishment as it were) and it feeds the needs of my A.D.D. and O.C.D. and all is well.
Grand scheme? Well, I didn't see myself where I am now 20 years ago and I had a pretty solid plan back then. Granted, they were of being married to the perfect Prince Charming who was a multi gojillionaire and living in a castle and ruling over a small country and having ponies and a pet hippopotamus and there were unicorns and magical rainbows and candy raining down from the sky every day.... But I digress. They didn't exactly pan out for me that way.
My "right now reality" is that I am allowed to temporarily reside in my parents' house with my four children whom I have to share time with with their dad. I'm broke and struggle to make ends meet, but I'm okay. My children are healthy and happy and wonderfully perfect (not the "perfect" as in "my children can do no wrong", but "perfect" as in "they are acting as children should and I will make for DAMN sure that I will raise them up proper to be upstanding and moral and responsible adults" as it is every parent's job to do so). I have a man who adores me for everything that I am and whom I love with everything that I am and has shown me what it is to BE in a meaningful relationship that is based on love, trust, passion, compatibility and partnership. I have friends that I can count on and trust will stand by me through thick and thin. My outlook is bright as my living situation is only temporary and there is a future out there that I can see a little more clearly. It's not "planned", so much as it is sorted.
It's another step forward and little by little, inch by inch, I make my way towards certain goals. Every day is another step to a long but rewarding journey. Every day, as I lighten the load of unnecessary burdens that I carry, taking those steps become a little easier. Nothing worth having comes easy, nor should it.

My skepticism....

I don't know that I hold too much faith in mankind. Humanity is lacking in the most important thing. Mankind is lacking in its humanity. We as a species are motivated by emotions which is considered a higher function, but the most prevalent of the emotions that we see as of late (just turn on the news or pick up the paper...) is anger. To top it all off, with people snapping left and right, there is also a general disinterest about the goings on in the world outside of the comforts of peoples "four walls" so to speak. 
Another "higher function" is that of being able to use reason and logic too. If it looks like it's a bad thing and it seems wrong, than more than likely, it is wrong. I've seen clips of people standing around watching a very young child (of about 5 or 6) getting beaten, kicked and having his fingers broken by a group of adults. (Of course, someone had the presence of mind to whip out their phone to video the whole incident....) How about the incidents  of people walking past an injured person, despite their cries for help. What the fuck is up with that? This world and a good percentage of its people are completely off their rockers and consider themselves to be "good people". 
Giving to a nameless faceless charity is fine. I've done it even though I never really have much to give. But that's not even the point. There are those who need it more than I do. I get that. But when the problems are right there on the doorstep, most people turn a completely blind eye or look down their noses or rack it up to it being "someone else's problem/ job" to take care of the problem. I stop and help in whatever capacity I can and I get told there's something wrong with me..... My response is always the same when I address them. "Forgive me for saying so, but here is a person in need of help, so I'm helping. You were walking away, ignoring this human being and callously dismissing the fact that they needed help and there's something wrong with me? You're sick!" 
What's wrong with me? "Good people" stand around watching or "ignoring" the things going on around them and doing nothing. Their inactions speak volumes about the type of people they are.  And yet there must be something wrong with me.
I know that there is a lot of karma restoration that I need to do over the rest of my life, but I know damn well that these supposed "good people" will have a lot more to have to answer for at the end of their journeys. The world is going to hell in a handbasket and mankind is allowing it to. It seems it's up to individuals to rise up against it and do something about it. I'm going to try my damnedest to be one. 

I've been thinking....

So, I've been thinking..... I know. A dangerous thing and yes, I have been taking it slowly so as not to burn anything out or short circuit something or rupture a something or another... So here it goes.

With us all being in the swing of things and into the new year and all, I failed to make any new years resolutions. Not because there aren't things that I'd like to deal with or do or not do in my life, but because there's just such a laundry list of them that I wasn't too sure where I was going to start. Obviously, these resolutions should be kept reasonable and realistic. The whole goal for setting a resolution is to be able to achieve said certain goal for the new year, so I wasn't going to list them all.
In thinking over what a lot of my issues, it would seem some of them stem from having to rely on others. Not the type of relying that I would do on friends or Lucky. I am talking about the type of relying that I don't want to be doing. I mean if you can't rely on the one's you love, then what. No. I am talking about my life having to revolve around certain people whom it seems to me I have been making life a little too easy for by bending and flexing and being courteous to. The problem that I am seeing is that courtesy should be a two way street and I'm not seeing it. Whether it is something that certain individuals see as something they should be getting "just because" or what all, I'm thinking it needs to stop. Done. Finito.
I think there is a huge problem with people and their whiny baby, pansy ass, self indulgent, self centered, ego maniacal, self righteous stupid blabbering while they harbor major entitlement complexes. I think serious reality checks need to be given. But because certain changes in my life need to start with me, I have decided that courtesy, respect and cooperation from me is going to have to be earned.
I'm coming to find that I can become frustrated to my wit's end, but the point is, I cannot change people. I can only make changes in myself in order to ensure that I can change the outcome of certain things around me. Therefore, in dealing with people, I am going to try a different approach and not make too many, if any at all, concessions in any of my decisions or convictions. Certain of things I can deal with on my own. Others of which I know I can count on my friends to help me out with, but change will be made and they will start with me.

Don't wanna.....

So...... Monday is upon us again. The first full week of school and early mornings and routines since the holiday vacation ended. BLaaaaaaaaaaaah..........

It's probably the worst day..... The first is always the most difficult. I suppose if I don't do it, it's not going to get done, so off I go. Yippee!

Me go make coffee...... :grunt: Ungh!

Counterproductive......

It would seem that there are people who DON'T understand what the reason for child support is. It is NOT a payment for "services rendered". Although raising children is tough, I would hardly consider it to be a "job" and not only that, but the "job" doesn't end at certain hours. It is continual and constant and around the clock.
Child support is awarded to the primary custodian of the children to ensure that the children's needs can be met for the coming week or month. Lateness and excuses for the delayed payment does not help to pay the bills nor does it help to provide the children with the things that they need, as there are constantly things that children need. From school supplies and events, clothes, food, daily needs, the safe car that transports them to where they need to get to, medical payouts that aren't covered by insurance, the list goes on and on.
The problem here is that malicious intent to cause problems for the ex-counterpart doesn't really compute when the ones who are suffering are the children. Quite honestly, bringing children onto a battlefield and placing them into the line of fire? Not cool. Not malicious? Funny. When the attitude is, "Whatever... Pfft..." it's malicious. Inaction is sometimes just as bad.
I've come across quite a few people on all sides of this fence. I suppose the luckiest of the bunch are those who receive adequate child support on time. Then there's everyone else....

Your local unfriendly neighbor.....

Some people have the greatest luck having some of the most awesome neighbors. I on the other hand have not. I've had some weird ones, creepy ones, stupid ones, mean ones, strange ones..... Like take for example, "Lawn Guy". There's a post about him here somewhere..... It's the reason I never really talked to my neighbors much after having moved around.
At the new condo, we have cool neighbors on either side of us. Lucky and I were blessed. During the week days that I spend at the house where I'm allowed to stay, I guess some of them are pretty cool, but I'm not around much and it's not like I hang out with them socially or anything. Besides that, getting too friendly with neighbors is sort of like shitting where you sleep. Somewhere along the line, things go sour and even going home becomes a chore..... Not cool.
I have to say that those neighborhood feuds are just about the most stupid things, started over stupid shit.... It's like the playground back in grade school where the "battlefield/playground" would stand divided between the supporters of either of the feuding frenemies.... Seriously.... Because that's what we need in our lives? Grow up and please let's kindly leave the playground back in grade school.
My reasons for hating people are really not that unfounded. Go ahead. Read back through. People are nasty, selfish, stupid, malicious, cruel, (the list goes on....) The world is in chaos and nobody really gives a shit as it continually gets worse as "people" allow it all to happen by passing the buck and say, "It's not really my problem..." or "That's not my business..." or "That's someone else's job...."
With that being said, to have to have this all happening on the street where I live? I've had this occur far too many times in places I've lived with these very types of people. Blech. And I was a rotten neighbor for NOT wanting to get involved in the drama. <insert eye roll here>
Lucky and I have fantasized about who the coolest neighbors might be..... Guy Fieri, Kat Cora, Paula Dean, Mayhem Miller, Chuck Norris..... Of course, unless we hit power ball for a gojillion dollars, the chances of us being next door to these superstars is um.... Well, it's slim to none. But can you imagine how cool it'd be? Neighborhood parties at the house of some super amazing NOMS maker or like some super cool personality.... Granted, we see only the "public face" of these people and they may actually be assholes in real life (EXCEPT for Chuck Norris). :slump:
Well, for the time being, neighbors are the reality and I have to have them and I have to deal. I did okay here in the house that I am allowed to sleep at and we did well at the condo that I call "home" from time to time. And I am hoping to be able to conduct the "neighbor interviews" before moving into the next place. :sigh: Either that or I need to find a place that I WON'T have neighbors. That'd be kinda cool too.

Quiet time.......

My dearest Puppy Guts,
Now that we have gotten into the new year, in looking back, we've come a long way. Looking forward, we have quite a ways more to go and I wouldn't want anyone beside me but you to pave the road forward. For now, let's just enjoy a nice, quiet, relaxing moment, just me and you. :)
I love you with everything that I am. Always.
Your Beloved Kitten Squish

Wow.... So it's 2012 now, for REALZ....

We've seen yet another year go by here and WOW, what a year it's been, huh? I have still yet to see my plans for world domination take shape and be fruitful and I still haven't become the multi gojillion dollar lotto winner either. :sigh:
The "holiday season" is past and here we are going back into the full throttle mode of the "day to day grind" once again. Reality has trickled back into our lives as the warm and fuzzy "holiday spirit" finally takes its leave and returns us to our regularly scheduled program. And I, again, return from Queen Bah Humbug to The Supreme Royal Highness and Ruler of Everything (in my own mind anyway).
My hopes for the coming year are small scale, but in the grand scheme will move mountains in my life. Small steps forward, starting on a journey that will take me straight ahead instead of stuck in a past that I can't change. Moving forward into a future that I am molding now so that it can take shape and be something as I increase my strides.
Last year saw me do things I was told I'd never be able to do. I did things I never thought I'd do or was capable of. I succeeded in doing things and achieving goals that seemed damn impossible at one time, but what do you know.... They got done. And here I go again.

Sticks and stones....

I've been called so many things. Some of those things may have been accurate while others of them..... Not so much. It's been true throughout life from the days of preschool until even now. Things haven't changed much really. In thinking about it, it's kinda sad. Nothing's changed since preschool? I mean the words one would use to describe me may have matured from "poopie head" and "yucky" and "weirdo" to other more graphic ones that one would not normally use in polite company, but have the motivations really changed? I mean, life has gotten a little more complex and complicated than back in the days when cooties was the most major thing that would send the rumor mills into overdrive...
Once the wheels were set into motion, it was playground rules..... And yet as adults, these things haven't really changed much. The venues might be a little different, but I really don't see the difference between them.....
It was just something that I gave a quick thought to after being told I was a suchity such and a blah, blah, blah by someone whom I really couldn't give a shit about anyway by another person whom, really, quite honestly I don't really much care for anyway. The New Year is bringing forth many changes, including excising and ridding myself of more baggage and letting the little things in life go. One by one......

Happy New Year!

The year of the dragon is upon us. I have no idea what the fuck that means or what's in store for us in the coming year, but it's the year of the dragon. Happy new year.
So..... the horoscope for the new year? Planets are doing stuff and so are the stars, so it'll be a good year to do stuff but be prepared in case bad stuff happens. Things are going on and it may or may not affect you. Stuff is occurring in the lives of the people in your life too. Stuff and things are always going on. Oh and this horoscope will apply next year and the next year after that until forever. Press one for English, have a nice day...

Happy New Years Eve!

Wishing everyone a safe and happy New Years eve and a super fantastic 2012!

Self Help-y people....

I've never really understood the whole, "self help" thing where you have some guy or gal telling you how to make your life better and whatnot. It kind of defeats the whole purpose if you have to have someone TELL you how to be happy, no? I mean, here you have some"speaker" of sorts telling you how you should live your life in order for you to be happy. Meanwhile, this person is laughing himself to the bank thinking, "SUCKERS! I fed you all a bunch of bullshit and you all paid to hear it and I'm filthy rich, living the life you all wish you had!"
The key to being happy isn't what someone else tells you it is. It isn't a matter of someone telling you how to get it either. It's a personal journey that you have to discover on your own. I think people miss the point of that. Just sayin'....

Because I SAID SO!

"Because I said so!" is sometimes SO perfect to give as a reason when dealing with your child. It's the lamest things too that a child will choose to pick a battle with a parent. "But WHY do I have to clean my room??!??" or "But WHY do I have to do my homework??!??" It's so lame and you know damn well yourself that you're thinking, "Yeah, it does suck and I really DON'T know why!" but you know that you have to play the role of "parent" and you know damn well that the task needs to be completed. So the "logical" response really  DOES become, "Because I SAID SO!" Ahhh, parenthood.

Why is it....

I could be not doing too much of anything throughout the whole entire day. The kids won't need me for anything, so I get caught up on stuff to do around the house. I'm not sure if the phone ringing triggers some kid of chemical something that activates children's "annoy" glands, but the second my phone rings, THAT'S when I become a high demand commodity. All of them need me RIGHT THEN AND THERE. How does that work.... I was just curious was all...

YAY!

I SURVIVED THE HOLIDAYS! NO MORE CHRISTMAS UNTIL NEXT YEAR!!! WOOT!

Yeah, yeah... Merry Christmas....

Alright..... FINE! Merry Christmas, if you're in to that sort of stuff.... There. I said it. Okay? Are you happy?
Someone please pass me a plate of noms....

Christmas Eve....

Merry Christmas Eve, Puppy Guts. It'll be nice to wake up on Christmas morning and see you there. What a great Christmas present! I love you to squishy little bits, all over the place! XOXOX

Kids and Christmas....

Come on! As far as the kids are concerned, Christmas is all about the presents. Maybe a little but about the food, but who gives a shit about the food, there's presents. And of course the all knowing, ever elusive Santa Claus. (I still say he's a closet child molester. He knows when you are sleeping? He knows when you're awake? Really? Sounds like a stalker to me... Just sayin'....) Sure, I don't care much about the holidays, but there is something so pure and innocent about the joy of a child on Christmas. The sheer excitement that it brings to them. Seeing the anticipation on their little faces as they count down the days is something that brings a smile to my face. My kids gear up for the trip to their dad's and they celebrate with him and his family. There's something to be said for that. They get to spend unencumbered time with their dad and his family and they really do up the holidays "propah" to make sure that the kids have a great time.
I am also grateful that "Christmas" doesn't get "lost" to them either. They are given the proper "meaning of Christmas", which I wouldn't be able to provide simply because of the "Christian nature" of the "other half of their family". I myself didn't have the "Christian upbringing" so for me to try and preach to my children about Christian holidays is somewhat counterproductive.
Tonight, I will be making the drive up north to deliver my children to their grandparents' house where they will spend the holidays. It's rather bittersweet. I know that they'll be having a great time, but on the other side of that, I'll be missing them terribly.
:sigh: It's all good. I'll have them back for New Years and we'll do it up "propah" then.

Dun dun daaaaaaaah ..........

So, it turns out that we have come to another one of those omen-y, prediction-y, end of the world type thingie dingy days. Whether it was Nostradamus, the ancient Incans or whoever, tomorrow is yet another one of them. :sigh:
I mean, I know that I've lived through a whole bunch of them in my lifetime and obviously, nothing ever came of them and we all survived... So in another moment where I gave a something WAY too much thought, I started thinking about the law of averages here.... I mean, let's think about this for a second. EVENTUALLY, the possibility that one of these times, one of those predictions might be right and considering how many weren't, doesn't that sort of mean that the possibility for it to be right increases now that we've used up the "wrong" ones?
And then, what would the end of the world be like? Are we going to be unaware and blinked out of existence in the blink of an eye and POOF!, done? Or is it going to be more of the long suffering "You're gonna experience the worst time of your life and watch everyone you love around you die a horrible death!" kind of things.... Maybe it's going to be a zombie apocalypse. Maybe it's going to be the biblical, four horsemen, Revelations type thing.... and the unknown of THAT whole deal-y makes things a little more frightening.
Yes, I know. I think about weird stuff WAY too often. THAT'S bad enough. But then I take it to the next level and over think them.... :sigh: It's all part of my charm.

COOTIES!

We're here at that time of year again where with all the holiday stuff and the festivities and crap... People pretending to be all nice and stuff and shaking hands and hugging and junk and stuff.... The close talkers and the touchy, feel-y people in the social gatherings that inevitably take place during such holiday festivities.... If you think about it, it's the most cootie-est time of the year. Flu's and colds and fever-y type crappiness... It's THAT time of year and here people are being all personal space invasion-y. Strangers being all extra friendly and WAY too personable. Blech!
Ugh.... The holidays.....Pfft!

Not what I thought.....

Well, last night, I went to take a shower, only to discover that there was no hot water. With teeth chattering, I lathered up and then got shampoo in my eye. While cussing about the cold water and the burning sensation in my eye, I continued to experience hypothermia as I rinsed off. I thought the worst would be over. I was wrong.
I dropped the bottle of conditioner on my toe and the bottle cracked spilling out it's contents all over the place. And of course now, there's a nice slick coating of slippery stuff all over the bottom of the shower floor.  In trying to re-coop some of the spilled conditioner from the shower floor, I slipped and fell on (surprise!) my face. I managed, through grit teeth, a bloody nose and with barely working limbs and fingers (from the cold),  to get enough conditioner worked through my hair, but not before I snagged my ring in it and ripped out a clump of hair.
I finally got myself rinsed off completely as I shivered and shut the now ice cold  water. I probably would have been better off hosing off in the front yard outside... Whatever. I had wounds to attend to.
I reached for my towel, only to discover that it was cold and wet. Someone had used my towel. Yuck! I hate that. So I opened the cabinet door (to get a new towel out), right into my toe! Yippee! The hits just keep on coming! I dry off and start nursing my burning eye, my flattened toe, my bruised face, my bloody nose and I admired the little bald spot on the side of my head while trying to get the feeling back into my extremities. The chattering of my teeth made my face hurt more and I ended up biting my tongue. Grrr.....
I haphazardly slipped into my warm fluffy fleece-y jams, missed a button, undid the buttons to button them up right and wrapped up in a fluffy yummy fleece-y robe and pulled on my warm fleece-y boots. Ah.... Warming up, but still rather grumpy over this whole shower ordeal as I was re-packing my nose with toilet paper because someone used the last of the tissues and didn't replace the box.
I went into my children's rooms to check up on them. All of them were tucked into their beds and sleeping soundly and it brought a sense of calm and happiness to me. They were snuggled in their blankets, everything well in their world. My daughter, whom I always check last because she's usually in my bed with me, was tucked into her "usual place" right next to me nestled among Fred, her favorite blanket and Goggy, her cherished bear. I couldn't help but smile.
I spent some quality time on the couch with my Puppy Guts and we laughed and chatted and snuggled and stuff, eating cheese and crackers with my Mitchie and Otis and it was great.
At the end of the night, when the guys left and I was going through the bedtime routine, I sat at my desk trying for all the world to write up some kind of rant that I can go on about what a crappy shower I had to endure and the words just didn't flow the way I wanted them to. So I sat and stared at the cold and unfeeling keys that gave me no indication as to where I should go with this post. So, I went to bed.

My weekend started off with arts and crafts and games and fun and tree trimming and "fake Christmas eve" dinner and ice cream sundaes and cocoa and a movie with all six of the children. Then yesterday, Lucky and I woke up and had relaxed brekkies at OUR table with all six of the kiddos at the condo, and did a makeshift "Christmas morning" in "OUR home". We chilled out in our jams. Later on, we got dressed up to take the "holiday portrait". We opened presents that were under OUR Christmas tree, had some cocoa and made gingerbread houses. We chilled out, enjoyed the "Christmas type feeling", had an early dinner and me and mine came back to the place where we are allowed to sleep and Lucky brought his children to where they live. It was insanity, but we were all having the time of our lives. It was hectic, but somehow, we managed. It all went smoothly. As crazy as the day was, it was enjoyable and it all went as planned. After the terrible wretched shower, I even got to hang out with my man AND my bestie...
At the end of a day like this, for me to be complain that my shower was the most stressful part of that day? Put into perspective, the day rocked and I warmed up pretty quick in my jammies. I awoke this morning to find that I'm fine and although my face is a little sore, I've done worse. My four babies, no doubt, dreamed away about the adventures we had this weekend and they are as healthy and happy as could be. The weekend was accomplished WELL and the kids and Lucky and I had a great time! A great end to an awesome weekend.
When I look at it THAT way, I guess I can be thankful that the shower was the only truly stressful thing that I had going and even THAT got done successfully. I didn't say, it went smoothly, but it got done. I succeeded without injuring myself too severely in the process.

I really thought that this was going to turn into another foul mouthed rant about how everything sucks, but I honestly say I don't feel that way any more. Humph! Go figure! We now return to our regularly scheduled program where I hate all things Christmas. :)

Holiday picture...

It was that time of the season to slap the kids into matching outfits and have them sit for a "holiday portrait". This year, Lucky and I decided we were going to do things a little differently. We are going to take all six kids to do a whole group shot and leave the elf touching reindeer molester out of the photo. WOW..... All six of them in a picture. Together. The possibilities for the fun just seem endless!
The tree was trimmed last night and the seed of anticipation was planted in their heads for this morning and sure enough we woke up to all six kids doing the "can we open our presents now?" dance. With that done and breakfast out of the way, attempts shall now be made to get them into their "doofus wear" and sit together for a picture while trying to get them all to look at the camera, smile without making the goofy faces, and snap the perfect picture.... Fine. I'll settle for surviving the ordeal.... :) 
Let the cuteness begin!

Our Christmas....

Okay, I hate Christmas, but there is something very cool about seeing the excitement on my children's faces on "Christmas morning". The chaos and havoc, the sounds of excitement and laughter as they tear into their presents. Our Christmases are pretty lean, but it doesn't seem to matter too much to my kids. They're kind of awesome like that.We don't have  "Santa Claus". We have Randy the Magical Christmas Troll. He comes into the night on "fake Christmas Eve" to deliver the presents to the house and hides all the presents around the house like Easter eggs. The household will be awakened at o'dark hundred hours and coffee will be made and the kids go to town.... Any second now, they'll be up screaming, "RANDY WAS HERE!!!!!!" It's going to be a hoot.

Once this day is done, we'll be going to do it again! Round TWO! Woo hoo! And tomorrow morning, we will repeat this process.
No, I'm not smiling during the holidays! Okay, maybe just a little......

My "Christmas" with my kids....

My children spend every Christmas with their dad and his family. Reason being? It's a "Christian holiday", I've never really done the whole Christmas thing really, I hate Christmas and it's more important to his family than it is to mine. It's not to say that my children don't get a Christmas with me though. We celebrate ours the weekend before "actual Christmas". Today is our "Christmas eve". We'll eat and play and go through our regular routine, but the next morning will bring holiday fun.... I sort of can't wait....

Blah, Christmas....

Come on. I know that I'm not the only one who's a little (or a lot) BLECH! about the holidays. I can't be the only Grinch or the only Scrooge. The only difference between them and me? I'm still going to hate the holidays. SOMEONE has to be out there. It's not just me. There are others who have expressed a certain disdain for this time of year. It's okay. I get it. I promise. No judgments shall befall you here.

Just in time for Christmas......

I may be a "BAH HUMBUG!" kind of person around the holidays, but I hate Christmas.... (Wait, what?)
Don't get me wrong. I've always donated to Toys for Tots, gave loose change to the Salvation Army,  bought stupid crap at the kids' schools' fundraisers for their pet charities.... Blah. And I will or have done those things this year too.
But this year I did something a little different because the opportunity arose. I've recently opted to shear off the locks again and go from mid back length hair to a close cropped pixie hairdo in order to donate said hair to my fave charity, Locks of Love.
I think it's a fantastic way of "giving of oneself" and considering the fact that I'm broke, I can't donate money. I figured growing out my hair and getting it cut off can be my way of giving back. If not for anything else, I'm REALLY good at growing hair.
My reasons for hating the holidays isn't about the spirit of giving or anything like that. I am really just disappointed that this doesn't follow through to the rest of the year. It seems to me that we shouldn't have a "time of year" when people are kinder or more "brotherly" to one another and yet.... Well, looking around, I see shitty people doing shitty things to others all the time.
My reasons for Locks of Love to be a favorite charity of mine is simple really. I once went through a period of having a bald spot on the top of my head courtesy of my sister and a zip top. Of course, after said incident, and the resulting ripping of hair from my head with aforementioned zip top, I was told by dear sister that if I said anything to mom and dad, she would kill me in my sleep. At the time, I was 5 or 6 and she was 16 or so. (In looking back though, even if I HAD told my parents, somehow, they would have seen fit to punish me for it and say that it MUST have been my fault somehow anyway....) Whatever.
I had to endure tests of all sorts including blood work and skin scrapings, which resulted in a bigger bald patch on the top of my head.... Kids are cruel and mean, ESPECIALLY when they notice something different about another child and can exploit it somehow. Well, for months, until the hair started to grow back, I was known as "Baldie". It sucked being ostracized like that. Funny thing is, after the hair grew back, everything was back to the way it was. Like it never happened.... For everyone else around me. It left a rather large impression on me though.
There are children who suffer from hair loss and CAN'T say, "It'll grow back..." For whatever the cause (in the cases that Locks of Love deal with, Alopecia Areata, which is what I was tested for) I can't imagine or don't want to imagine the cruelty that these children must have to endure. It sickens me as well as saddens me. Locks of Love provides disadvantaged children (more girls than boys, as you can imagine) with vacuum fitted wigs so that they can "fit in and feel normal". They deal strictly with the charitable donations (both hair and money) to make and distribute these wigs to these kids....
There have been some controversial issues brought forth against Locks of Love saying that these funds have been misappropriated, but think about the amount of money it takes to go through the making of one wig. Sure, the wig costs about $1800, but it costs money to sort the hair (as ALL the hair donated cannot be used because it's not suitable or usable hair). Think about the overhead (advertising, an office where people are sorting through the mounds of mail they get, lawyers, "staff", although most of it is volunteer, it can't ALL be).... Blah, blah, blah.... And considering, they are the ones eating most or all of these costs.... Meh.... Whatever. Dig into ANY organization/ cause/ group/ religion/ whatever, and you're bound to find one or a whole lot more skeletons in the closet...
I'll frump on about the holidays being a crappy time of the year and stuff and I will definitely bitch and complain that this time of the year screws with the feng shui of the flow of my life, but I will not have anyone say that I am without a spirit of giving especially during the holiday season because of what they are. Although I see the whole "spirit of giving and brotherly love" as something people should have all the time, I think this year, I was just in time for Christmas for a nice haircut with a purpose.

The spirit of Christmas!

Yup... Holiday shopping brings out the worst in me, but mine is more of a grumbling, inward kind of bad... It's that time of year again when out at the malls or wherever, I get to witness the wonderful-ness of the spirit of Christmas as people fight and claw their way around the stores buying up all sorts of crap for gifts. 'Tis the season...
Last year I witnessed a woman tossing a little boy out of her way to get to a pegboard of toys. This year, I'm sure we'll see more of the same type of behavior running rampant all the fuck over the place. I choose NOT to go out and braves the retail places simply because I don't know whether I'd be able to keep my head. And GOD forbid if I had my kids out and something happened to one of them... I am a mama bear. Don't touch my kids. If you do, no amount of anything is going to pry me off of you and remove my fingers from your eye sockets as I use your head like a bowling ball.

More insomnia.... YAY!

Yes, another post brought to you by insomnia. Because I CAN'T FREAKING SLEEP!!!!!
Why this time? Probably the impending holidays. I really do hate this time of year... :s

Chuck Norris facts.....

I have an obsession with Chuck Norris facts. No doubt. I don't know what it is about them that I find so amusing, but there you go. I find them and I giggle myself stupid over them. Most people know about my obsession with Chuck Norris facts as well and of course, being EVER SO AWESOME, when they find a particularly good one, they are kind enough to share them with me.
Now, for really real though? From what I understand, real life Chuck Norris is a nice guy. He's a philanthropist. He is known for his contribution towards organizations such as Funds for Kids, Veteran's Administration National Salute to Hospitalized Veterans, the United Way, and the Make-A-Wish Foundation in the form of donations as well as fund-raising activities. He's a Republican, an NRA member, a Christian, a former Air Force Air Policeman and a family man.
It just makes the Chuck Norris facts better. Just sayin'....

My life ain't so bad.....

I've often complained about my life and some of the things that happen in it. I am thankful for the many things that I DO have. I don't think I've ever been NOT grateful for them. My issues sometimes lay in dwelling (perhaps a bit too long at times) in the crap that gets heaped onto my plate. I'm working on sorting it all out. And as far as any of my "rock bottom" moments? I know it could have been a lot worse. I've always managed to crawl back out and claw my way back to where I needed to be.
Life isn't always a bowl of cherries. I get it. I'm doing what I can and doing it myself and doing it well because no one is going to do it for me. Nothing good is ever going to get handed to me. On the other side of that, just because someone is smiling at me when they hand me a bagful of dog shit doesn't mean I have to take it either. Keep moving forward.

An epic moment....

I need to take a moment and share an epic moment with you all. My holiday shopping is done and everything that I needed to have done is completed. I don't need to brave any more malls or shopping centers to look for gifts and holiday type stuff. I'm so happy, I think I'm gonna go cry or something.

It's beginning to look a lot like BLAH BLAH!!!

People are out in full force, pushing and shoving and being none too nice. Everywhere I go, it looks like Christmas threw up there. It's a nightmare. There are just so many things I hate about the holidays.
Well, first of all, Christmas has NOTHING to do with Christ, the birth of Christ or anything Christ-like. So whatever. The day is more about greed and overindulgence and maybe a couple of the seven deadly sins that are no-no-ed in the bible. Honestly.... These church going people look like such hypocrites and shame their religion on what they consider to be the holiest of days. Bite me.
People are running around all over the place trying to spend as much money that they can.... Money that they don't have. All for the satisfaction of I don't even know what. It's like a day when greed and gluttony are forgiven just because.
Maybe it is that I'm a bit Scrooge-y. Or maybe I have a valid point. Think about what the holiday is supposed to mean and think about the reality of what it is. Go to a local mall or a shopping center or something and look around. Personally, I find it to be rather frightening and I am usually MORE armed to the teeth than I normally would be simply because of the time of year...
Whatever the case, I don't like the holidays. Never really have. EXCEPT for the noms part. I love the noms part.

Christmas tree.... Sort of....

So, we got our tree.... It's not impressive by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, it much resembles the Christmas tree in the Charlie Brown Christmas special.  Don't get me wrong. Just because I hate Christmas and stuff doesn't mean I'm going to pass that whole quirk off onto my kids and deny them a Christmas with me.
So, I got them a tree. It's more like a branch or a twig, really, but none the less. They had a great time getting it all trimmed up with the ornaments and crap, had cocoa, took pictures. They had a blast. I'm not saying I like Christmas or anything, but I guess some of it isn't all bad.....

My evil plan.....

I think Jack Skellington had it right. Steal Christmas and shape it into a holiday more suitable for me... Yes. I will take this Christmas thing and mold it to become something else.... Yes..... The wheels are turning, a plot hatched..... Mwa ha ha ha ha! Yes..... YE HE HE HE HESSSSSSSSS! Minions! Go forth and bring me..... Oh, crap! That's right. I don't have any minions.... Maybe I can ask for some for Christmas.....

No more X'mas!!!!!

My X'mas issues aren't so much about the holiday itself, but the hoorah and commercialism and materialism that comes with it. I don't want to take the whole "Christmas thing" away from kids and all, but somewhere along the line I think the whole spirit of Christmas got lost. THAT'S the big problem I have.... You know what? Just wake me when it's over. Bah humbug......

December 1st....

So it begins.... We start the "Happy Holidays!" season. The retail nightmares, the rude people, the endless frustration and the fact that I hate Christmas. Pfft! Whatever! It's officially on now. I'll be hearing the holiday songs in every store I go to. Seeing tinsel and ornaments and holiday related stuff in displays everywhere. Ugh! I hate the holidays.