Cartoons

Back at the Barnyard. Innocent sounding cartoon, right? This is the description of today's program.

Snotty Boy is knocked unconscious while terrorizing the barnyard; Snotty Boy captures Pip in one of his mouse traps and plans on feeding him to his pet snake.

Were there never descriptions of Road Runner or Bugs Bunny? Tom and Jerry? Foghorn Leghorn? Now those were barnyard antics! I never remember cartoons being so violent as the ones that are on now. They were. Don't get me wrong. One can only take an anvil to the head so many times! Tom has way more than nine lives. The description above just struck me funny this morning. Up until now I have had complete control over what Em watches while she is home because she didn't know how to use the remote control. That time is gone..lol. She still has lots to learn about it but it won't be long. Thankfully right now she only knows one channel and that is the "good" cartoon channel!

Too helpful.......

How helpful is TOO FREAKIN' HELPFUL?

I'm getting pissed off. And, yes, it's about my sister. I know how some of you feel about her and that's ok I feel about her that way too sometimes but she is still my sister and I have to deal for awhile. SO...if you don't want to hear my whiney assed vent leave now. :)

Maybe I am just crabby and hormonal. You be the judge. Why is it when I need her to do something she doesn't do it or is too busy but when I say *I* have to do "X" she jumps right in and gets in my way and try's to do whatever it is?

I've been craving a chicken sandwich. Last night, no one could decide what was for supper except pasta salad. She asked what I wanted. I said a Wendy's chicken sandwich. Just because I want something doesn't mean I'm going to get it, kwim? She offered to go get one. A conversation ensued. I asked if she was going just for me or if she was going to eat something from there too. She said she would eat something too. She failed to tell me I was buying HERS too. It cost me $15 for a chicken sandwich, a chicken nugget meal and a Coke. She said I almost didn't get a Coke because she didn't have enough money. :-\ Gee, thanks for going for me.

Em brought home a wish list from school for her teacher gift. I was going to take Emily shopping so she could pick out some thing(s) for her teacher, but noooooooooooooooooo Carol went shopping and "picked up" something from the list for Emily to give the teacher.

Honey and I have been on the search for that special something for Em for Christmas. Irritating but also rather fun for Honey and I because we were working together to find it and had agreed on this gift together. I mentioned *I* needed to call around to see if I could find one because I was afraid ordering it online it wouldn't get here until the 24th and no way am I going out on the 24th to pick up a gift. So, what does she do? SHE calls while Em and I are still asleep this morning. When we got up she "whispers" to me (loudly) while Em is in the room THAT THING YOU WANTED TO BUY IS AT XXX STORE. THEY ONLY HAVE ONE. @@ My child is 6, smart and has two ears. Don't "whisper" in front of her. So now I'm also guilt-ed into letting HER go get it "since she was going out anyway today and they only have one, you better get it today before someone buys it..". Side note.. she went all the way to Walmart and they didn't have it. hahahahah I knew they didn't have it.

Honey has been gone since Friday morning. He left me a laid fireplace in case we got cold. We try to burn the fireplace and save on gas. Well, it hasn't been *that* cold so I haven't lit it. That is, until yesterday. I got chilly and attempted to light it and it refused and I gave up and put on more clothes instead. Carol asked if I wanted her to start it. No.. it's ok, I put on more clothes. This morning I get up and she is in here trying to light the fire. I asked...if you are going out why are you lighting the fire? It isn't really cold in here and I'm fixing to turn the oven on. Her answer, she was just lighting it for me and Em. @@ It's 69 degrees in here and I'm fixing to light the oven.. umm.. we don't *NEED* a fire or to waste firewood.

Day before yesterday I had Em pick up all her dirty clothes and put them IN the washer. I was going to add to it and wash a load of clothes. I didn't complete that task Friday. Well, Saturday morning, Carol starts washing clothes. She knew I had some in the washer. Did she ask me about them? NO. She added her own clothes to it, didn't look to see what was in there, and washed them I didn't know about it until she had them all in the dryer. Now, number one, I won't wash anything with my sister's clothes. I'm sorry..yuck..no..no..no. Number two, I had Em's NEW RED Christmas shirt in there. Thankfully it did not fade. However, it was NOT supposed to go in the dryer. We had words over this and she got pissed at ME. Excuse me...........AND, if you are effing going to wash *my* laundry then YOU put the damn stuff away. As it is now, I have to go clean the top of the washer and dryer off AGAIN and put away clothes that she half assed folded. Thanks too...I wanted *my* things hung up. Now they need to be ironed. I don't iron.

Now I find out my nephew, who is 30 something, is spending the night Christmas Eve. Why, you ask? Because he misses his Mommy and doesn't want to wake up alone Christmas morning. I could understand this last year because it was his first year being on his own and the first Christmas without his Father. I had no problem with it. But gimmee a break. he is driving all the way down here, spending the night then they are taking two vehicles back to his area for Christmas day. What a waste of gas. Why not spend the night with your sister and her hubby since that is where you are going the next day anyway???

And, why is there never anything in the damn pantry that I bought to put up in case I wanted to make something??? WHY? I bought a bottle of molasses not too long ago. I reach in there to get it and it is effing half gone. Where are my butterscotch baking chips?? I KNOW I bought some. And, why is the HALF bag of chocolate chips now a QUARTER of a bag? Dammit I'm tired of this. *I* am the one buying the groceries now and I'm not even getting a damn check anymore because of someone else's screw up at Social Security. She pays "rent" now so she figures she doesn't need to pay some on the groceries too. She buys a few things, not even close to a third or even a fourth of what is bought. (fourth if you count Em as a whole person) But, I digress...

So, this is my vent. I'm sick and tired of this but yet I can't toss her out. Spring.. she will..WILL...W I L L .......move come Spring. I hope I am pg. That way I can tell her I have to have the room for the baby. Not that I'd ever put the baby back there but I'd say that anyway.

DAMMIT QUIT HELPING ME!!!!!!!!!

OK..So, am I a bitch or what?

Apparently my child has no concern about dog slobber......

Hedge trimmers give a whole new meaning to "trimming the tree".

It always helps to have a little helper!

What can I say? :) The two love's of my life.........

There is humor in here somewhere...

Out and about on my twice monthly marathon shopping trip, (I hate shopping. Did you know that?) two things stood out.

One was a sign. I wish I had the camera with me. Of course, when I first spotted the sign I was so tired and googly eyed I read it wrong. It said, UPS AT PMS. Like a flock of startled Gackles thoughts flew through my weary mind. There is humor in here somewhere....

The other. I had lunch at Olive Garden Italian Restaurant. As an appetizer with my soup and salad lunch I ordered fried mozzarella sticks. Yummy warm gooiness on a blustery winter day. The waitress came back and sheepishly told me they had RUN OUT OF MOZZARELLA. *blink blink* Huh? An ITALIAN restaurant running out of mozzarella?? ooooook then. There is humor in here somewhere....

Tuesday, Dec 2nd, 2008 -- You may feel on-edge today because you are being drawn into something new and you would prefer to hold on to the status quo. But living in the past isn't helpful when the future is approaching so fast. Accepting the fact that your life will change in very profound ways can be the first step to reclaiming your security and confidence.

Horoscopes can be so near the truth it is scary...

That's all I gotta say about that today.

I'm thankful it's OVER..

So. This is my whiny post. My friend told me I need to vent here. Feel free to skip this post. :) This IS my venting place though and it's why these are not funny happy posts. I need another blog for every day..LOL

Thanksgiving sucked. I think this is one of THE worst Thanksgivings I've ever had. Monday or Tuesday I was given an ultimatum. Either go to my SO's family's house for TG or consider myself not part of the family. IE: get out. Since my income is screwed up right now and I have a child to care for AND my sister is still living here AND I have no other place to go, I put up and shut up and went to his family's for TG. I wanted to stay here, at least part of the day, and go to my nieces house. Her first house, her first baby (which I still have not seen), their first TG in there new house with their new baby... you get the picture. But, no, I caved. I didn't stand up and fight for myself. I said "yes sir" and went to freakin' Alabama. I know being miserable was my own fault. I should have smiled more, joined in more...etc, etc, .. whatever. However I WAS MISERABLE. His Mother (and the rest of the family) don't appreciate food for anything more than "be thankful you have something to eat even if you don't like it" and "when I was a little girl we didn't celebrate Thanksgiving. It was just another day and you were thankful to get beans." OMFreakin'G if I hear that one more time I think I will absolutely instantaneously, spontaneously burst into flames.

Dinner consisted of...
A ham, tightly wrapped in Heavy Duty aluminum foil and more or less boiled until it was dead.
One turkey, cooked the same way. No seasonings. Just turkey and HD aluminum.
Green beans ..just green beans with lemon pepper. The way they are cooked every day.
Mac and cheese...from a box. She got fancy and bought Velveeta brand Mac & Cheese
Cole slaw... cabbage and mayonnaise. No seasoning.
Pink Salad. It is pink, has Cool Whip and a can of fruit cocktail. It tastes like Strawberry Quick.
Deviled eggs... egg yolks, mayonnaise.. stirred and stuffed back into the whites.
Dressing...made w/ ham juice poured in it..
Baked beans...from a can...no doctoring...just heated up
Corn Salad a neighbor sent.. (tasty) canned corn, bell pepper, onion, egg white, mayo, s&p

boxed yellow cake w/ canned chocolate icing
boxed cheesecake mix w/ cherry pie topping
pecan pie.. home made, under cooked runny eggy mess

I'm sorry, and I probably AM sorry for complaining but people THIS IS NOT TG FOOD.

We assembled in the kitchen all but two standing in a loose circle around the table, Mother trying to goad her 2nd son and his new wife, which she doesn't like, into saying the blessing "since ya'll go to church" @@. He declined, his wife declined.. arguing ensued and Mother finally said a blessing. Everyone fixed plates and scattered. A side note, neither the brother or his wife said one single word to me even though I spoke to them. Whatever.

An hour later, everyone had eaten, brother and his wife had gone, Emily and Autumn were bored and fighting over toys, Mother had made Emily angry by taking toys from both of them and kept pushing Emily.. "what? you are mad at me? I'm tired! I don't want to hear fighting over toys. You aren't a baby." .. God I had to bite my tongue. Then Mother gets up and loudly declares "Everybody is mad at me and I don't care." Then she threw down a dish towel or something and went into the bathroom and proceeded to throw up or pretend to throw up.

WHATEVER.

The rest of the family leaves. This leaves me, Em, the sister and my SO. Sister starts fixing her hair, looking for make up... Mother asks where she is going and then gets mad again because she is going to spend time with some friend. Mother starts muttering under her breath how mad the daughter makes her yet she does nothing to stop her and actually enables her lifestyle.

The next day, I'm sitting in my house in my pj's still and SO comes in and says "pack up girls we are leaving." HUH? Excuse me.. the house is a mess, there is laundry to be done, the sink is full of dishes, we haven't put up the tree and you want to leave WHEN? I asked couldn't he go do what he needed, give me time to clean up, pack up and come back but noooooo that was too hard because he would have to back track to come back and get us. Whatever.. His trailer and truck are more important. We were gone within an hour. SO wanted to work on the trailer before it started raining because he was towing home a big old dump truck. I spent the next 8 (?) hours at the son's house either in the truck or sitting inside watching Sponge Bob screaming on the TV. (WAY too loud) I walked around outside. I played with Em on the swing. I played with the dog. My cat was in the truck in the carrier for almost the entire time. Pizza was finally ordered for dinner and that was good. I ate too much of it. The boys (kids) came in ..had shot a deer.... Needed another gun to kill it. :-\ It was a small buck, no antlers yet, just buds. The boys were just going to cut the tenderloin out . They had no idea how to gut it, cut it up, nothing. Came in the kitchen looking for a knife to cut it up with. Nothing big enough or sharp enough. @@ Finally they called someone that knew what the hell they were doing to cut the deer up. It had been dead over an hour so I don't know how good that meat is going to taste.

We finally left there around 9 pm.

We got home only by the Grace of God. Still a ways from home, we were coming down a hill and blew a tire on the trailer. Normally the road is only two lanes but we, luckily, had just come into where the truck lanes are because the hill is steep. We had three lanes to swerve around in. Thankfully, there was no traffic. I saw lights in front of us at the top of the hill but no cars were near us. You know the cartoons where the trailer is in front of the vehicle towing it.. and the vehicle is trying to catch up. That's what it was like, only scarier. It's a thousand wonders we didn't roll the truck and the trailer. It was fish-tailing and twisting badly. I felt the wheels come off the ground. Em started screaming. I lost the dog. She had been in my lap. I was holding the cat and he was now digging into my arm. I shushed Em and said out loud, "Dear God in Heaven..." and then I think I thought "protect us"...and the truck straightened out. We were able to make it up the other side of the hill to the gas station. The lights I saw coming down the hill belonged to two men inside the store. They said they saw us coming down the hill...sparks flying from the rim of the blown out tire.

Oh, and Em's only comment... "Dad, I can't find my CD's now!!" Goofy kid..had no idea we were almost killed.

Today, I've done nothing. We ended up with hot dogs for supper. I don't think SO even realizes how pissed off I am. I am not saying anything right now. I have to get some things in place in case he decides to kick me out. And that, is a whole 'nother can of worms. I'm not living like this. Living with the constant fear I'm going to displease him and he is going to tell me to leave. I'd rather just leave, on my own terms, with housing in place. kwim? I love him, but I'm not living with ultimatums and threats.

He is off one (or more) of his meds for depression. He quit them cold turkey. That's a no-no. I learned that the hard way. He says he can't get them until he gets insurance/drug coverage. He says it is my fault he has none because I didn't help him choose a Medicare plan a year ago. OK, whatever. Either get back on your meds or I call it quits. I'm not living like this. Some things in life you just have to bite the bullet and pay for.

OK Rant over for now.

If you got this far you are either a glutton for punishment or a true friend. :) Reward yourself if it's the latter.

My Friend Gail

Surfing some of my favorite blogs I came across this award on The Life and Loves of Grumpy's Honeybunch. I don't know blog protocol but this award HAS TO go to Gail. She is THE BEST EVER scribbler!! If you ever need an update from a few message boards we frequent all you have to do is ask Gail for an update. You will get the FULL STORY, the REAL DEAL. She doesn't beat around the bush and candy coat the updates. Not that she gossips or anything....just sayin'.

I've never met Gail in person. I've been talking to her via computer and telephone for ...I don't know how many years now. I'm not sure sometimes if IRL Gail and I would be good friends. :::ducking::: You KNOW I love you Gail!! She is an opposite to me. Gail is outspoken and from New York. She has brass. She talks like a pirate and tells Greek, or was it Russian, men they have teenie weenies. I think I'm a'skeerd of Gail! One thing I know about Gail is she always has your back. I'm honored to be called friend by her. :)

So..ahem...Here is your award Gail! Display it in good health!