Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Kids are back in school. Yeah! Er... awww, poor dears with homework and learning and stuff.

Oldest has a new program I call P.P. It stands for Pretentious Program. It's info about colleges and planning his future career. I was told by a guidance counselor when I was in high school to check some schools out, get a couple of letters sent off and it's all good. Now they have an entire program that starts in their Jr. year. Wow, times are a changing.

Youngest is loving his new school. I am too. Last year we had a teacher who I think was a bit off her feed. Every week was some new drama.

By the end of the year youngest was tested for any autistic traits. Turns out he has an excelled math ability and average to below average reading skills. This teacher observed traits used for the evaluation "numerous times" in school yet I hardly ever if at all saw them at home. Why would that be? Why was his grade the lowest in math if he had excelled ability in it? Why was he assigned three books to bring home to read when his skills in reading were struggling? Never understood the logic she was using.

I'm not much of a story teller lately. Maybe later I'll tell you some juicy stories of teen me and my wild ways.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

To Thine Own Self Be True

I had to a doctor today to get a clearance for how much I can lift. I foolishly thought it meant I would be cleared for a job. They came back with "We don't have anything right now, we'll let you know when we do have something."

Me: What about job at so and so's?

Them: They have to have a requirement of lifting (25 lbs more than I said) just to get the job.

Mother puss bucket sonsabitches. They made it sound like a done deal. I traveled to a docs for a note only to find out I have high blood pressure and the other crap I was trying wasn't helping it. I spent moola I didn't have because I thought it was a sure job.Then they pull that crap.

Instead of worrying about it anymore I will clear my life of those little stresses that have contributed to the BS that lead to my high blood pressure. I'm really not sure how to do that. I'm not sure what those stresses are besides not having a job, being overall down in the dumps about everything.

I'm going to simplify.
No alcohol or caffeine for three months. See how I do. I was only drinking tea! Tea for goodness sake! Watch that stuff, who knew it had such an effect!
That all favorite exercise in the morning and afternoon.

Let the neighbors burn down the house, fall off cars and be overall dumb asses. I'm insured.

Monday, August 22, 2011


In my profile I speak of land minds littering my familial relationships.

My brother is in an abusive relationship. He leaves, she behaves and does all the right things so he goes back. Then she slides right back into the abusive behavior. To say the whole relationship is complicated would be an understatement of English proportions. He is isolated. The life line my mom, sister and I try to throw out is difficult for him to catch. Sometimes I want to yell at him "JUST FREAKING GET A DAMN CLUE!" But I don't because I know that's not useful and wouldn't help him. It would make me feel better but it certainly wouldn't help anyone else. Her father died last week. He was a man who was worked to death trying to support his hoarding wife.

My husband's aunt is generous, loving and supportive. She also likes to tell people how to do things. If you don't do it her way your crazy because her way is the best way. Your crazy, stupid and lack common sense if you don't do it her way. She's over bearing about her way. She's been giving me advice on how to get a job. Such as, call this place that I've already put an application in and tell them you've put an application in, any openings. Say it just like that with confidence. Anyone who is looking for a job in this day and age knows what the answer will be. Anyone who is looking for a job today knows that it is highly unlikely that the manager's bull dog answering the phone will let you anywhere near the manager's ear. It's a don't call me, we'll call you situation out there now a days. I KNOW this and I called anyway. I got the answer I was expecting. Many applicants, manager doesn't have time, we'll review applications and get back to those applicants with the experience we deem necessary.

I tried engaging this aunt on a level that has nothing to do giving me advice on how to live my life. She couldn't do it, she can't talk to me unless she's trying to sell me something or tell me how I should do things.

My brother in law has throat cancer. It's a rare type. I don't know how treatable it is. I want to be there for my sister and help her out but I think I'd get in the way more than anything. When she is upset she overwhelms herself with things to do so she doesn't have to think about crap. He has four brothers and sisters living in the area. His mom has Alzheimer's and his dad has heart problems.

The oldest can't find his favorite hoodie. He's so sure he wore it back from camp. We have looked for a month. It's just not here.

This morning, youngest couldn't find his tennis shoes. Another screw tightens.

Today I had a fight with my husband. He's stressed out at work, I'm stressed out at home. He stepped on a land mind and I went boom. I yelled at him the entire way back to his work from lunch. My cup runneth over with people who want to tell me how to live my life and I burst like Violet the Blueberry. 

I need a vacation from everyone.

Friday, August 19, 2011

This is progress?

Riffing, raffing, sasafrassing ... INTERNET!

Couldn't watch Bones on Netflix, it choked. Then when the thing I was watching it on froze, I just turned it off because I couldn't do anything else with it. I had sound, but nothing else. I tried at a different location to watch. It just doesn't want to play.

Either a friend deleted a comment I made or it never posted. I say it didn't post because I've seen that happen right away with another person's page.

I've got errands to run and shopping to do and I'm sitting here contemplating why these things don't work.

And further more, why are the Chinese so damn grumpy? Not only is  basketball team expressing themselves badly but something not being covered so much by the TV top three, Chinese officials are cranky too.

Wow, someone next door is having a bad day. Babies crying, doors slamming, cat's meowing. Run for cover! The grumpy virus will find you too!

Thursday, August 18, 2011


Internet change. Which means my computer wasn't online for awhile. Using another computer is OK but it's like sleeping in a different bed. There are sheets and blankets and pillows, but they aren't my sheets and blankets and pillows. They feel all wrong. Hubby's computer is fast, stable and decent. But it doesn't have my bookmarks, my system or is even at my height. I missed my old thing.

Neighbor kid popped my cork the other day. Some one was obnoxiously honking their car horn. I looked outside and saw it was some kids playing around a car. The doors were open and they were chasing each other through and around the car. I ignored it. Not my car, and obviously a car they knew. The honking stopped, no big deal.

The honking started again.  I glanced out the window. One of the boys was on the hood of the car, pounding on it saying "Go! Go! I can do it, just go!" The young teenage driver backed up and started up the lane to the four lane main road. All the while with the boy clinging to the hood. I freaked, ran out on the balcony and yelled at him. Our next door neighbor was outside watching. The kid finally figured out several adults were watching. That's when a glimmer of intelligence fought it's way to his conscious. That thought fought very hard, I think it only got a tiny poke to his brain. He ran over the windshield and top of the car to jump off the trunk, pop out the wheels on his shoes and roll down hill.  I was foaming at the mouth.

This is why.

Some days I feel like the grouchy old woman in the building. My rule is if it doesn't affect me, I don't worry about it. I can't help what that boy does in school or out of my sight. The boy getting severely injured by being thrown from the hood of a car might still happen.  My son seeing it as it happens... aw, hell no! Not on my shift. 

Monday, August 8, 2011


Whew! That was one hell of a cold I caught. I couldn't taste ANYTHING! Which lead me to the realization that the other reasons hamburgers are darn good is that they have a great texture.