I'm so tired of cleaning...

I have none of the kids I borrow, my own children are gone as well... what to do... Clean the house of coarse!!!

I was Swiffering the bathroom ceiling, the people that lived here before me must have smoked like crazy in that bathroom, the swiffer pads were horrible yellow/orange! I never noticed before, I just thought that was the color of the ceiling...

Floors are vacuumed, swept, about to be mopped, I just needed a break, how much cleaning can you actually do before it is considered OCD? It looks clean, but I can't stop... just keep on cleaning, keep on cleaning, keep on cleaning... maybe something will come up that I can do besides that... nope... lol... more cleaning... at least it will look good when the kids get here, at least for the first 5-10 minutes after they walk in the door :D you know how kids...

Ok... enough break time... have to get back to the cleaning, people will be here tomorrow and it has to be clean when they get here!!!

I know where Road Rage comes from / My kids learned new phrases... oops

I know how Road Rage gets started... Yup, I figured it out :)

It started in Ohio, while I was looking for 71s, I was trying to switch lanes and there was only 1 other car and he was way back from me in a different lane. So I go to switch lanes and this guy speeds up and gets next to me and throws his hands up in the air like "what the hell are you doing getting in MY lane?" and I wasn't even getting INTO his lane I was moving through his lane... That was a great way to start my trip/day...

After leaving Ohio we moved through Kentucky... There were plenty of places there for the children to practice their vocabulary. They heard the phrases "You Mother fucking Cunt, I hope you get crabs and your arms are too short to reach!" and "You rat bastard, where did you get your licence a Got Damn Cracker Jack Box?!?!" Not exactly what I want them to be repeating so then next phrase they would hear is "Don't repeat that" The people in that state liked to be in the fast/passing lane going 10 miles below the speed limit which was abut 20-30 miles below what everybody else was going and they wouldn't get out of the lane!!! LOVE IT!!!

Tennessee was the next installment of my realization of where Road Rage originates from... I always thought it was a mental illness... it isn't born, its made... I think the Tennessee installment was actually a trickle down from Kentucky... Because they were surprisingly similar... They also did the slow in the fast lane thing, but they also like to cut you off, tailgate, give some hand gestures, things like than... and my favorite is when you have your turn signal on because you really need to get into the other lane and they speed up so you can't move over, Ya, I like that one!!

Atlanta, Georgia wasn't nearly as bad as you might think, since it is a big city, as long as you keep moving and stay away from the rude trucks...

I think that as long as you do NOT travel with kids, make sure to stay away from other drivers, don't switch lanes, Ummm... You know what... Just stay home... That way... you will not ever have to suffer from road rage... or undo the ear damage my kids have had to suffer in the 13 hours that they sat in the car with me... Poor kids :D

Shit happens.. Get over it...

So... I don't want to hear another word about somebody that can't got grocery shopping with their 4 year old and 2 year old... Or "Can you babysit my kids so I can fold laundry?" Once your youngest child hits the age of 6 months I don't think you have ANY excuse anymore to have anybody help you with anything... AT ALL!!! You have had adequate time to learn how to juggle this shit... so just do it!!! You are able bodied, WTF!!! I know that some of us are (i don't know how to say this nicely so I won't) way the hell better at taking care of kids than other people are, but that is no reason for you to dump your kids on us... YES, I, personally, enjoy the little kids, But I know that my mother doesn't want to watch those 2 little things because their mother says she cant: fold laundry, shop, wash rabbit pens, take out the trash, feed her father (how hard is it to hand a plate to somebody anyways????) vacuum the carpet, sweep the floor... Whatever! Really??? BUT... My mother can bake enough stuff to fill a damn house, clean, cook for her husband, and watch those kids... once again... WTF??? I am looking at the possibility of having permanent leg problems... is that going to stop me from taking care of those kids you all have me watching?? NO... So I know that if I can do it a crutch, you all should be able to do this WITHOUT!!! WHY CANT YOU!!!

Most of the people I know have really good kids and I adore them... I am just having a bad moment right now because I got bad news a few days ago and I am frustrated... so don't think any of this is pointed at any one of you in particular... because if you are actually reading this... its not you... lol... The people that need to read this, ya, they don't' even know about this blog :)

Can we PLEASE put on our big girl panties???

So.. it has been taken down.. the offensive blog... It was up on Myspace since June 6th... Somebody called him and told him he needed to go read it, so even thought he isn't on my MySpace, he went to my page, found the blog and read it, and got PISSED OFF... poor baby... I would almost feel bad except that the entire blog was true, every word of it... And he was so mad that he had to ask somebody to call me and have me remove the TERRIBLE, OFFENSIVE, HORRIBLE blog from MySpace... Really??? I have an idea... How about you Man Up, do what you should, act the way you should, call as you should, send a card once in a while, you know, Act Like a MAN, and not like a little boy... THEN maybe the blog wouldn't have been written in the first place... You think???? But, since you don't know about this blog (and I don't think your family does either) then I think we are safe to put it here, and I can vent to my hearts content... Bless your little heart... at least you have found a new girlfriend, because when you are happily occupied with a girl then you go back to ignoring your offspring, and as long as you are ignoring them, you are not doing any more damage to your youngest that for whatever reason you cannot except for who he is... BLESS YOUR POINTED LITTLE HEART :)


In case you have not read the horrible offensive blog... HERE it is :)



"He had a birthday... But you didn't call...

He made the honor roll... But you don't know that...

He took Spanish this year and did GREAT... But you never even asked about it...

He also was in Algebra... and ACED almost every test... But you don't know that...

That boy is a fucking genius... all he wanted was to make you proud...

But none of that is good enough for you... Obviously...

But guess what...

This year...

For the first time...

He didn't ask...

His birthday came and went... with nothing from you... again... But this time... he didn't ask if you sent him something... this time... he already knew you weren't going to send anything...

I think... maybe... he has finally figured out what the rest of us have know for a long time...

That you really don't care about them...

To bad it took him 15 years to figure it out...

It only took his brother 9 years...

Have fun with that...

To bad you won't read this..."




But it is now gone from public view on myspace and the unnamed person would be happy now... lol.. cause you know my whole life revolves around making that person happy... ROTFLMFAO

The Gay Dream has been passed on... LMAO

I went to see my neighbor today after her daughter's birthday party was over... to see how my kids did while they were there... because my kids do not have a real good track record with her... (they did great) and while I was there she asked me about "The dream", she asked if I had ever told her daughter or my daughter that you have a dream that tells you that you are gay, and I asked her why, because I had in fact told Sister about the Dream, but I didn't remember if her girl was there for that or not... so she told me what had happened and it was a bit different from what I had said so I told her the entire thing and we had a good laugh, so later when her girl came down stairs we told her the right story so she would not be confused, because we didn't want her to have the story wrong... End result being that her daughter understands that when she gets older she will know if she wants to date boys or girls, that she can not "catch" lesbianism from being around me or my kids, that is really the biggest thing about this whole "dream" thing, because little kids think that by being around gay people they will turn into gay people... So... The Dream has been passed on...

On a lighter note... CS now feels comfy having Blondy at her house without me there... When Blondy was a younger child he has aggressive tendencies (and that is putting it lightly) and he would beat the hell out of people, and he frightened CS terribly, she really didn't even like to come in my house when he was there, it didn't matter that he was 3-4 years old and she was a grown adult, she was scared of him... today they made friends, he followed her around her house and he was so calm and polite, I think she said he said something about how pretty her nail polish was or something like that and since he was just very nice, calm, polite, and pleasant, she say that he is no longer that angry violent child that he was when he was younger, thank you counseling (he went twice for a total of 2 1/2 years) I have tried to tell people that he has changed and is now doing sooo much better than he was when he didn't get to be himself, but people just don't listen... lol... I guess seeing is believing :D

Entitlement

Where does the Princess get this feeling of Entitlement from? Did I at some point in her life inadvertently teach her that she is entitled to receive everything yet work for nothing? Why does she feel like she can make all the messes and yet not have to pick up anything? Her room (yes she is the only kid that has her own room, the boys all share) gets all messy and she thinks that she can just go outside and play, yet the boys have to go clean their room before they can do anything... She makes a mess in the bathroom, that is OK, she will just say it was there before she got in there and have one of the boys clean it up... she doesn't have to take out the trash, that is one of the brother's chores, she doesn't do the dishes, that is another brother's chore, she does clear the table, but that take a moment... So from now on she has to clean her room everyday, and clean-up the bathroom everyday, the boys also have to clean their room everyday, and since the older boys have an everyday chore she should have one also, so the bathroom it is... lets see how she likes them apples...

Every time she is asked to do ANYTHING she pouts, and/or cries... its bull... and then she gets sent to her room until she is done, because it pisses me off that she is trying to manipulate me like that, so she can just go away till she is done, then she can come back when she is finished and do what I said in the first place... I don't know, is that a girl thing? Or a her thing??? Grrr... Oh well... lets see if this works....

Surgery it is...

On October 5th I am getting my Knee surgered... Is that the corrected term? lol... I don't know... Anyhow... the doctor is going to go in there and scrape off the little deposits that the arthritis has put on the inside of my kneecap or maybe it is on the ends of my bone that goes on the inside of my kneecap... anyhow, he knows what he is doing and my knee hurts... I have tried the doc prescribed anti-inflamatorys, we tried the giant needles that get stuck so far into my knee I think I should see them come out the other side and then goo gets shoved in there, ice the knee and wear a brace, all the kind of stuff, and it hasn't worked, so this is really the last straw before a knee replacement and I am to young for that... I do have a very high tolerance for pain so that is a good thing, but really, this is getting out of hand... so we will do this and I should be good for a number of years the doc says... and he hasn't steered me wrong yet, so here we go... I am waiting till October 5th because I may be laid off by then, so that will give me plenty of time to heal properly... Yeah me :)

My job... Well.. it was...

As of this morning at 8am my job will be more than half gone... I am going from 40 hours a week to 16 hours a week... yup weekends only... Yeah me!!!

I knew this was coming, I just thought it wasn't going to be coming for another 2 weeks :( Oh well, I only found out for sure a couple days ago... I need to get a few things in order and get an appointment with the knee doc to have that surgery I have been putting off... might as well, get it fixed now while I have the time... lol...

For those that were NOT Geek enough... lol

If you Google "Translator Binary code"... and then copy and paste in what I had written it would have said

"Are you geek enough to figure out what this says?

OK..

Now, are you also geek enough to write back the same way?"


I found a translator that lets you type in letters and then it translates into Binary, HEX, Base64, DEC/CHAR, and one other thing that is untranslatable once you translate to that one (tho why you would want to do that I don't know...) and that is where I go to translate mine...lol... and it also lets me but the Binary in and translate it back :) YEAH me... It is fun to play with...

For a while I was worried about how my kids would react...

At first I was worried about how my kids would handle me coming out... I didn't know if they would be embarrassed, or try to lie about me being a Lesbian... Well... I got the answer loud and clear a number of times now... My kids have absolutely NO problem with their Mom's sexuality... First of all the eldest 3 wear Pride bracelets and if you ask them what they are they will tell you what they are and why they where them, that always makes me a little proud :) But the one that make me smile the most is Sister... I have pages from a calendar on my wall in my bedroom, my parents send them to me each week, the pages are of girls in bathing suit, its from a one a day calendar I got my Dad for Christmas, when the week is done my Mom sends me that weeks pages... So... Sister brings friends over to play once in a while, and for whatever reason they always end up looking in my room, I guess that is a girl thing, and the little friends ALWAYS ask Sister "Why does your mom have pictures of girls on her wall" and Sister just matter of factly tells them "Oh, that is because she is a Lesbian" and most of the time the little girls have to ask her what that is... lol.. cause they don't know... and Sister tells them "That means she dates girls instead of boys" and then she says something about lets go put on make up now, or are we going to watch TV, or whatever it was they were planning to do before the little girls got distracted by the girls on my wall... So Sister doesn't make a big deal about it and doesn't let her friends make a big deal about it either... once in a while I hear the girls ask Sister questions later when they are away from me and she just answers them like it is no big deal and then they keep playing... I am proud of my kids for educating others also, that is helpful in combating the hate :)

It also is nice to hear them tell me I am the best Gay Mom ever :D