I love my mom. I know sometimes I am a little hard on her. I read a posting on FaceBook this week that my friend Brooklyn posted about Rat Genomes, and how the RatMom that licks her pups have more well adjusted pups opposed to the RatMom who Does NOT lick her pups, well, they aren't quite as well adjusted. I thought about this, and I am not quite so sure my RatMom licked me so much...I know she cared about me.....she just had a hard time showing it. If she read this blog, I would be in SOOOO much trouble. I have a Saggitarius mouth and I sometimes WRITE or SPEAK before I THINK. Warning!!! That negative trait will get you in ALOT of trouble in this life! Why would I worry about being in trouble when I am almost 46 years old? :-) See?? I am not well adjusted!
Well, my mom retired a couple of years ago from the Lawton Public Schools. She worked in the handicapped classroom. It was real hard for me to get used to my mom teaching and working with kids. I did not think she LIKED kids. So anyway, since retiring she has led a very leisurely lifestyle. She lives pretty simply with her husband Mike who is a Viet Nam Veteran. They are very good companions. I still worry that she is gonna kick him to the curb, or he is going to run away, because I know how my mom operates. If that happens, my brother says that "I" being the oldest daughter and living in Oklahoma, get to take care of her by Oklahoma Default! I have already given her a heads up that she is getting a One Way Welfare Paid ticket to the Nursing Home. Anyway, so far, things have remained status quo.
Sgt. Wilma and I paid Janet and Mike a visit on Monday. Sgt Wilma is Janet's mother. So we rolled up and they were sitting on the porch drinking diet Coke. We said our Hello's, and the elderly neighbor Ann came over to invite my mom to the Senior Citizens Center for lunch. If anybody KNOWS my mom, she will barely acknowledge she has kids and grandkids as she does NOT want anybody thinking she is OLD! Granted, she looks pretty good for her age. She was wearing "Skinny Jeans" its like...."What are you doing wearing Skinny Jeans? Aren't you a little mature for skinny jeans? Are you trying to compete with your granddaughter Micah?" So when Ann invited my mom to the Senior Citizens, it MADE my day!! With the straightest face I could muster I told her neighbor " SHE would LOVE to go to Senior Citizens with YOU!!!! " I loved volunteering my mom to go to the Senior Citizens for lunch. My mom actually committed to one day a week going with Ann, but I knew, Mike knew and Sgt Wilma knew that Janet was NOT going to be going to Senior Citizens for lunch. My mom has also over the past couple of retirement years, threatened to volunteer for something, this time it was a bird sanctuary. Once again, I told her " I think that is a WONDERFUL idea, you need to go down there tomorrow!"
So Sgt Wilma and I get in the car to leave my mom's house and as soon as the door was closed, my grandmother was saying "She is NOT going to eat lunch with Ann at the senior citizens" I started laughing and said , "Oh NO she isn't!! " When I went home to tell Racoon about the Senior Citizens lunch and my mom he did some belly laughing too. We both speculated that my mom NEVER got out of bed before 11 am....that she is too busy recovering from whatever hangover went on the day/night before....shopping, gardening, pill popping, boozing, smoking, tv watching.....I am so eager to hear if she actually does go to the Senior Citizens!!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Name Calling
Well today is Racoon's 47th birthday. We have been celebrating this damn birthday for 3 damn days now....everytime he want's his way..."It's MY birthday" Everytime I say something ugly " I can't believe you are talking like that on MY Birthday" He is rivaling Micah about being crazy about his birthday!! By 10 pm tonight, I was TIRED of being NICE, because I had made a promise to myself that I was going to to be nice to Racoon on his birthday....and I fairly was, other than I did not let him pick where we went out to eat...I picked....
Racoon started the HCG diet several days ago....OMG....I am gonna die if I have to listen to him order one more time at a restaurant...."OK, I am on a DIET, and I can only eat these certain foods, so person taking his order PAY ATTENTION, because, by God, it is COMPLICATED!!! It does not matter where we go, this is his order " I want 6 ounces of shredded beef, and 2 cups of lettuce and a lemon sliced up.....at Pepe Delgado's for his 2nd birthday celebration, I ordered DEluxe Chicken Nacho's with sour cream ON PURPOSE, to be a saboteur, of the Racoon's diet. He was dying he wanted chicken Nacho's so bad!! I tried to explain to him yesterday that " NO ONE GIVES a SHIT, if you have food allergies, if you are on a diet, if you don't like onions, people just really don't care! For REAL" So the next time you try to talk to someone about your freaking HCG diet, remember, NO ONE CARES. Now, I know that sounds a little harsh, but there is insight into my madness. I have TRIED to diet with Racoon before and it is MISERABLE!! He is the Food Police, he watches what you are eating and he will exploit, antagonize and provoke you until you think you are going to lose your mind and wrap him in a sheet and hit him with a shoe!! I am also making some FOOD CHANGES in my life, I have lost 18 pounds in the past couple of weeks. But my eating is NOT a starvation diet, it is eating healthier. I can not be deprived or I will fail. I can not be bullied or policed or I will Rebel.
WE went to Journey Church yesterday, in celebration of Scott's birthday. Pastor Clark had us make SIN trees on our notes, so I made a BIG sin tree for scott, and slightly smaller sin tree for me and Tyler and a small sin tree for Micah. Micah wanted to know what was on Scott's sin tree and I said "cussing and smoking" Everytime pastor said something that applied to me, Scott would elbow me and give me " the Look" the one that makes me want to slap the shit out of him right in the middle of church. NOw, we all know what is on MY sin tree!! After we left church, we were headed down to the IHOP. We get there and I go tell the lady we are gonna have 9, no 11, no 13 people....hostess says " your whole party here yet?" Well that would be a big fat NO....but let me back up, the fight was on when Scott whipped my Maxima into a Smart Car parking space and we could no open the doors to get out because he was so effing close!! It turned me to shit, it turned Tyler to shit and it turned Micah to shit. Then, he get's all upset because 'WE" are ganging up on him....Tyler has had it and is NOT going to eat with the famdamly. Deja Vue San Antonio Vacation 5 years ago when Tyler ruined the whole vacation because he is a fun hater and buzz kill....now where did he get those traits?? Not from ME!!! :-) So, I am taking my little present in to IHOP that I had purchased for Scott, a little token of my love. It is a pewter box that says " I love you" on it, and I put a little stone in it that said "SoulMate" even though I don't believe in soulmates, I believe in kindred spirits. I take that out of the gift bag until the warm fuzzy urge is upon me again to give it to him. Whitney and her entourage arrived and I had to tell on Scott and she just looks at me and smiles at the ridiculousness of the fight.....and reminds me "Remember, you can't expect a Scorpion to drive like a Frog" In other words....He is NEVER going to change, quite making your life miserable in trying to change him!! :-) WEll, I am gonna have to finish this later, it is time to go to bed!!
Racoon started the HCG diet several days ago....OMG....I am gonna die if I have to listen to him order one more time at a restaurant...."OK, I am on a DIET, and I can only eat these certain foods, so person taking his order PAY ATTENTION, because, by God, it is COMPLICATED!!! It does not matter where we go, this is his order " I want 6 ounces of shredded beef, and 2 cups of lettuce and a lemon sliced up.....at Pepe Delgado's for his 2nd birthday celebration, I ordered DEluxe Chicken Nacho's with sour cream ON PURPOSE, to be a saboteur, of the Racoon's diet. He was dying he wanted chicken Nacho's so bad!! I tried to explain to him yesterday that " NO ONE GIVES a SHIT, if you have food allergies, if you are on a diet, if you don't like onions, people just really don't care! For REAL" So the next time you try to talk to someone about your freaking HCG diet, remember, NO ONE CARES. Now, I know that sounds a little harsh, but there is insight into my madness. I have TRIED to diet with Racoon before and it is MISERABLE!! He is the Food Police, he watches what you are eating and he will exploit, antagonize and provoke you until you think you are going to lose your mind and wrap him in a sheet and hit him with a shoe!! I am also making some FOOD CHANGES in my life, I have lost 18 pounds in the past couple of weeks. But my eating is NOT a starvation diet, it is eating healthier. I can not be deprived or I will fail. I can not be bullied or policed or I will Rebel.
WE went to Journey Church yesterday, in celebration of Scott's birthday. Pastor Clark had us make SIN trees on our notes, so I made a BIG sin tree for scott, and slightly smaller sin tree for me and Tyler and a small sin tree for Micah. Micah wanted to know what was on Scott's sin tree and I said "cussing and smoking" Everytime pastor said something that applied to me, Scott would elbow me and give me " the Look" the one that makes me want to slap the shit out of him right in the middle of church. NOw, we all know what is on MY sin tree!! After we left church, we were headed down to the IHOP. We get there and I go tell the lady we are gonna have 9, no 11, no 13 people....hostess says " your whole party here yet?" Well that would be a big fat NO....but let me back up, the fight was on when Scott whipped my Maxima into a Smart Car parking space and we could no open the doors to get out because he was so effing close!! It turned me to shit, it turned Tyler to shit and it turned Micah to shit. Then, he get's all upset because 'WE" are ganging up on him....Tyler has had it and is NOT going to eat with the famdamly. Deja Vue San Antonio Vacation 5 years ago when Tyler ruined the whole vacation because he is a fun hater and buzz kill....now where did he get those traits?? Not from ME!!! :-) So, I am taking my little present in to IHOP that I had purchased for Scott, a little token of my love. It is a pewter box that says " I love you" on it, and I put a little stone in it that said "SoulMate" even though I don't believe in soulmates, I believe in kindred spirits. I take that out of the gift bag until the warm fuzzy urge is upon me again to give it to him. Whitney and her entourage arrived and I had to tell on Scott and she just looks at me and smiles at the ridiculousness of the fight.....and reminds me "Remember, you can't expect a Scorpion to drive like a Frog" In other words....He is NEVER going to change, quite making your life miserable in trying to change him!! :-) WEll, I am gonna have to finish this later, it is time to go to bed!!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Freak Show
Well today as been a pretty good day as the world turns. I got up at a decent hour, called work to see if they needed my talent today, no takers on that gig....got ready to go see Dr. Riddle today to bitch about m blood pressure. Uggghhhhh!!! I hate blood pressure problems. WHY did I inherit the genetic gift of hypertension from my MOM and my DAD?? I would just have assumed inherit something else...(but crazy, they both can keep those genes) . Ya know if I am gonna stroke, just do it already, and make sure it's a fatal one!! I don't want to live gorkled out at the Nursing Homes for my kids to come visit me...anyway, don't mean to be so fatalistic with my attitude with my health, but I guess that's how this ole nurse thinks.
Racoon has actually been on good behavior today,so can't bitch at him too mucy. It might be because we have company in my bestie Sandi from Gage. Sandi and I have been knowing each other for 30+ years. She is that friend that we can pick up where we left off if it has been days or monthes. I adore her. She had just graduated Nursing school in 1981 when we started working together at Newman Memorial Hospital in Shattuck Oklahoma. I was best friends with her sister Debbie. Sandi had a baby boy in Nov of 1981, Levi. I loved that baby, then she had twins the following year. I was 17 at the time. She would call me crying from exhaustion and I would go help her with the babies. Oh my gosh I Loved those boys!! Levi, Eric and Erin....they are 28 and 29 . Sandi was my nurse when Matthew was born at Shattuck. She wiped my tears away ....for many reasons....She is always on my side, even if I am wrong. She sets a good example....She is a dreamer. I value and treasure this friendship and sister hood to the core of my soul. When we looked through Matthew's Hope chest today, and pulled out his Army Jacket with his name embroidered on it, she cried with me. I could hardly breath. It hurt so bad. But then we moved on to the other memories, her beautiful grandchild, my beautiful grandchild. We can sit in the room and not say anything and it is so comforting to me. I am so very blessed to have this loyal friend in my life.She is so very precious to me.
NOw, I want to talk about the Angry, Gangsta Asian at the shoe repair place on Main ST. He is vewy scawee! He is vewy angwy! I took in what I believed to be, 2 authentic LouisV's....the straps had broke on the purses....fun how the strap broke on the same handle on BOTH purses...anyway, I put it on my TODO list to see about getting them fixed.So I wander into the boot repair shop and he comes out and gives my an estimate to fix them...$24 dolla, you pwepay! I of course have to be a sarcastic smart ass customer..."Do you guarantee your work?" He laughs in my face...."HAHAHA, NOOOOOO, No one gawantees wok on fake ledder " Me :"Are you telling me my purses are KNOCK OFFS and are fake" , Angry Asian "YES" ....ME:putting away my cold hard cash, "me no pay for fake looeee veetons then" he then blasts me again " you should not cawy so much stuff in yo purse to bweak handle" uuuggghhhh, I snorted out of there. I hope that I never have to darken his doorstep again!!! Then I am mad when I get into the car because my MOM, swore that those purses were REAL Louis's!! I am REGIFTING her those purses with the broken straps....one for her birthday on Dec 24th, and one for Christmas on Dec 25th,or better, maybe they would make a GREAT dirty Santa Gift!!! :-) I knew my mom got those purses in the scratch and dent bin at the Goodwill!! She is IN TROUBLE!! The humiliation!
Peace hugs and LOVe!!
Racoon has actually been on good behavior today,so can't bitch at him too mucy. It might be because we have company in my bestie Sandi from Gage. Sandi and I have been knowing each other for 30+ years. She is that friend that we can pick up where we left off if it has been days or monthes. I adore her. She had just graduated Nursing school in 1981 when we started working together at Newman Memorial Hospital in Shattuck Oklahoma. I was best friends with her sister Debbie. Sandi had a baby boy in Nov of 1981, Levi. I loved that baby, then she had twins the following year. I was 17 at the time. She would call me crying from exhaustion and I would go help her with the babies. Oh my gosh I Loved those boys!! Levi, Eric and Erin....they are 28 and 29 . Sandi was my nurse when Matthew was born at Shattuck. She wiped my tears away ....for many reasons....She is always on my side, even if I am wrong. She sets a good example....She is a dreamer. I value and treasure this friendship and sister hood to the core of my soul. When we looked through Matthew's Hope chest today, and pulled out his Army Jacket with his name embroidered on it, she cried with me. I could hardly breath. It hurt so bad. But then we moved on to the other memories, her beautiful grandchild, my beautiful grandchild. We can sit in the room and not say anything and it is so comforting to me. I am so very blessed to have this loyal friend in my life.She is so very precious to me.
NOw, I want to talk about the Angry, Gangsta Asian at the shoe repair place on Main ST. He is vewy scawee! He is vewy angwy! I took in what I believed to be, 2 authentic LouisV's....the straps had broke on the purses....fun how the strap broke on the same handle on BOTH purses...anyway, I put it on my TODO list to see about getting them fixed.So I wander into the boot repair shop and he comes out and gives my an estimate to fix them...$24 dolla, you pwepay! I of course have to be a sarcastic smart ass customer..."Do you guarantee your work?" He laughs in my face...."HAHAHA, NOOOOOO, No one gawantees wok on fake ledder " Me :"Are you telling me my purses are KNOCK OFFS and are fake" , Angry Asian "YES" ....ME:putting away my cold hard cash, "me no pay for fake looeee veetons then" he then blasts me again " you should not cawy so much stuff in yo purse to bweak handle" uuuggghhhh, I snorted out of there. I hope that I never have to darken his doorstep again!!! Then I am mad when I get into the car because my MOM, swore that those purses were REAL Louis's!! I am REGIFTING her those purses with the broken straps....one for her birthday on Dec 24th, and one for Christmas on Dec 25th,or better, maybe they would make a GREAT dirty Santa Gift!!! :-) I knew my mom got those purses in the scratch and dent bin at the Goodwill!! She is IN TROUBLE!! The humiliation!
Peace hugs and LOVe!!
Monday, September 20, 2010
WHY?
Today was a shitty day. It really did not start off that shitty, just the usual, " Mom, we need lunch money" or "gas money routine" I am used to that. The Racoon got up out of the Rack at an unusually early time this morning, not sure why he was up so early other than to obscess over being anxious. So , being the co-dependent red neck hawt mess of a wife that I am, got up to see what all the anxiety is about....it's TMI to talk about it on a blogspot....Iam getting real close to losing all of my "give a shit" that God has given to me. I am still struggling with my "purpose" my "lesson" that I am supposed to be learning in this lifetime.
The Baby Headed Racoon and I leave around 11am to take his TiaJuana Taxi to the tire place to get a tire fixed. He is ALWAYS having to fix a tire. Because he does not pay attention to the road, he is too busy talking on the cell phone, looking for his lighter, smoking, with a diet coke in the cup holder spilling everywhere while he makes illegal turns and lane changes. He dared honk the horn with Road Rage while I was in the car at a stop light because a RedNeck spit a big ole wad of chew out the window. I thought I was gonna strangle him right then and there. We went to the Sonic which was fairly uneventful. As we were leaving I demanded a detour at Tulips for a nice fresh heavenly cupcake...you would have thought I wanted to pull into the Lexus dealership and buy a car the way he acted, and then it was a big fat effing fight over a CUPCAKE!! I will NOT be controlled by a babyheaded Racoon! He says 'You are on a diet, you will THANK ME, for not letting you get cupcakes" BULLSHIT....get me a CUPAKE!! Now I am PISSED....so we go home and the smackdown is ON....over a cupcake....don't get me started on YOUR bad freaking habits!! I settled into my day off Life in Hell routine which includes wanderng around aimlessly in my house wondering "Where do I start?"
Anyway, there were several little "triggers" today that sent me into a cry me a river lose control of my emotions, cryfest this afternoon. There are days that are just so very hard to get through. Who knew 27 years ago when I was rocking a collicky baby and changing diapers and bonding with such a beautiful baby boy, that I would stand at the foot of his grave someday, and be forever changed by the loss. Some people are emotionally retarded when it comes to dealing with bereavement issues "you aren't over that yet?" "It's time for you to move on from that" Without a doubt , I know I will never be over this. I might get conditioned and emotionally tolerant to the overwhelming grief I feel today. But I will never be over it.
I sat and made some jewelry tonight, Racoon caved this afternoon and went to Tulips and bought me cupcakes. Cupcakes make EVERYTHING all better! Just like a hug from my children,my granddaughter, that stinkin pesky Raccoon....Peace Hugs and Love!
The Baby Headed Racoon and I leave around 11am to take his TiaJuana Taxi to the tire place to get a tire fixed. He is ALWAYS having to fix a tire. Because he does not pay attention to the road, he is too busy talking on the cell phone, looking for his lighter, smoking, with a diet coke in the cup holder spilling everywhere while he makes illegal turns and lane changes. He dared honk the horn with Road Rage while I was in the car at a stop light because a RedNeck spit a big ole wad of chew out the window. I thought I was gonna strangle him right then and there. We went to the Sonic which was fairly uneventful. As we were leaving I demanded a detour at Tulips for a nice fresh heavenly cupcake...you would have thought I wanted to pull into the Lexus dealership and buy a car the way he acted, and then it was a big fat effing fight over a CUPCAKE!! I will NOT be controlled by a babyheaded Racoon! He says 'You are on a diet, you will THANK ME, for not letting you get cupcakes" BULLSHIT....get me a CUPAKE!! Now I am PISSED....so we go home and the smackdown is ON....over a cupcake....don't get me started on YOUR bad freaking habits!! I settled into my day off Life in Hell routine which includes wanderng around aimlessly in my house wondering "Where do I start?"
Anyway, there were several little "triggers" today that sent me into a cry me a river lose control of my emotions, cryfest this afternoon. There are days that are just so very hard to get through. Who knew 27 years ago when I was rocking a collicky baby and changing diapers and bonding with such a beautiful baby boy, that I would stand at the foot of his grave someday, and be forever changed by the loss. Some people are emotionally retarded when it comes to dealing with bereavement issues "you aren't over that yet?" "It's time for you to move on from that" Without a doubt , I know I will never be over this. I might get conditioned and emotionally tolerant to the overwhelming grief I feel today. But I will never be over it.
I sat and made some jewelry tonight, Racoon caved this afternoon and went to Tulips and bought me cupcakes. Cupcakes make EVERYTHING all better! Just like a hug from my children,my granddaughter, that stinkin pesky Raccoon....Peace Hugs and Love!
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