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Sunday, September 20, 2009

Oh Gawd..The Fair Food

So, the Western Washington Fair is in town.. and with Dad out of commission, it was just Mom and me headin' out. And what do to women do at the fair, when rides are not an option? (Dad is my partner in crime for rides) We eat.

Let's see...
1 Deep Fried Twinkie (meh on taste)
1 Elephant ear
1 Brick of Fries
1 Buffalo Burger with cheese and onions
1 Roasted Corn on the Cob
1 Funnel cake
1 Ice cream cone that was 7 inches tall!
Samples from vendors.. Killian corn? MAN .. YUM... Nom!

And none of those are small portions..Mom and I shared ... but by the end of the day, I was so sick of eating.. the smell made me so *shudders* yeah.. Needless to say.. don't eat too much, it does NOT taste better coming up as it did going down..

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

ER Tradition

So, I guess that Monday morning at 6 am, dad decided that he wasn't feeling good and he went to the ER without anyone going with him. I didn't know. I thought he went to work. I get a call from mom at noon. "Have you heard from your dad?" I was like, "Um, he's at work, why would I?" "No he went to the ER the morning."

I am driving my car. And mom tells me that 6 hours ago, dad went to the ER and no one has heard from him? Great... that sends me into crying hysterics. The hospital isn't telling me jack becuase of HYPAA. Twenty minutes later, Mom hears from Dad, saying that the surgeon is on his way. I am freaking out because I still don't know why he is there. I am on my way to work. Great...

Turns out.. his appendix was going to go "pop" and they caught it in time. he went into surgery and spent the night in the hospital.

So almost every year since college, I have been at the hospital for one reason or another.

Thanks Dad.. was hoping to break the tradition. :p

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Fucktards of the Roads

Soooo.. not only did I work an hour over the end of the day, but I had to drive like a speed demon to get to a store before it closed so I could buy something for work, bright and early in the morning. I barely make it, only to find they don't carry what I want. Grinding my teeth, I had to fight traffic again to get to the highway. Only to land right smack in the middle of No-Go Zone. Some idiots caused a collision that blocked my main route home. Fucktard. So, I had to crawl in traffic, grinding my teeth, patiently waiting for the next exits so I can jump onto another highway. I finally get the lane I need, jump into it, have a clear way, and some Grand-ma cuts in front of me, in her Oldsmobile, barely going faster than the traffic that I had just left. So I grit my teeth again, waiting to get on the highway. Maybe Granny saw some imaginary traffic infront of her, that I didn't see? So I get on the highway, jump in the empty lane and gun it. I am hungry, haven't eaten in almost 24 hours, I am tired, my folks have fresh German chocolate waiting for me at home, I WANT TO GET HOME. So as I get around Granny, I groan. Two semis decided to create a roadblock going up hill. At 40 mph. Did you know you can beat your head against the steering wheel while driving? I sure didn't. So as I am yet again going WAY below speed limit, I start pondering my other possibilities. I decided not to go the Main Interstate, as it is always jammed in the curves. The option I take in normally easy, smooth flowing. But noooooooooo.. I forget that people who are night-blind drive at fucking night!

I try to get in and out of traffic, trying to get home. And then I get stuck behind a semi who's speedometer was apparently limited to a speed of 15 mph. By this time, my stomach is wrapped around my backbone and squeezing hard. My head is aching from lack of food and over amount of stress.

All the way home, I was grinding my teeth, trying not give into Road Rage, but with all the fucktards on the road, my teeth are no longer sharp, but ground done.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

You don't know what an EWiL is?

So I have used the term "EWiL" in several places, but sometime I forget to say what it means.

So let me tell you a LONG tale.. it begins on a dark and stormy night...
Where to start... With backstabbing? Lies? Deceit? Am I slightly ticked off?*nods* yeah Let's start with once upon a time ..*fades into flash back* My beautiful niece and nephews... most adorable little monkeys, gawds I have such memories of them, some so sweet I cry when I think about what their mom has done to them now.My brother is a nice guy, just bad taste in women and a lack of a backbone. He helps make great looking children though, don't ask me how. Just his first waste- er.. wife.. just slightly bitter about her.. How do two people like that create three beautiful children? *shakes head* I just don't know.

Either way, we used to be decent More Than Aquaintenance But Less Than Friends. I thought we were friends, I really wanted to be friends. But hindsight really is a bitch...

Let the story begin...Anyway.. flash back.. Ex-Witch-in-law (EWiL) has remarried, and to a nice guy, a Coastie! I thought, "Score! She will have a guy that will help her grow up more while providing security!" (turns out, she not only had him cowed, pun intended, but she has some precious accessories of his in her purse) . I was soooo wrong. But for the most part, I think this was the best time. Yes she defrauded the Oregon DSHS (did I hear you gasp? I am serious, this woman defrauded the DSHS, but right now, I can't bring legal proof, but it is in the works!), among other crimes, but the kids were happy. That is all that matters to me.

We all got along great. Did we agree with her using the kids as a weapon against others, like her mom and my bother? Not a chance in hell. But as long as we were in the picture, the kids got to see everyone. Then EWiL's husband, The Coastie was diagnosed with a form of Luekemia (one of the kinds they can cure, don't ask me which one). As they lived in OR, and his treatments were in WA, I knew it was a matter of time before they would ask if they could live with me in my 2-bedroom duplex. I was prepared for the day they asked me. I told them that they and the kids could live with me during his treatments, but not free. (Is that heartless? Was it? hmm) I told them that a: one, ONE SIMPLE RULE: NO DOGS (actually it was pets, but 'dog' will simplify things in later entries...) and it would be $200 a month, to be paid as they could. This was because it was them, and the three kids.. in a furnished place. (Btw.. that meant 3 adults, 3 children in a 2 bedroom duplex, I gave the adults the master bedroom, i had the "guest" room, and the kids slept on futon in living room)

**Ponders**

No, wait.. it wasn't heartless. They had money. They bought a Gator/ Razor mule type four-wheeler. They also put money down on an $800 puppy that hadn't even been born yet. But they couldn't afford any school activities for the kids. They could afford a Wii, but they couldn't pay rent. They could afford accessories ( in the $800 o $100- area) for their Quad, but where was this money coming from? Don't tell anyone, but they set up a "Money for the Coastie's Med Bills" account at a bank and asked for donations from family and friends, shhhhhhhh! It's a secret where the money came from! I really feel sorry to the people whose money paid for the new toys, thinking it was going to a charitable cause.I didn't make much of a fuss, as this agreement was working. The kids got to see their dad on the weekends, regularly, my parents and I got to see the kids everyday, and we were the typical family. EWiL and Coastie would play games with us (looking back, I realized they didn't have that many people to visit up here... mmmm ) There was stability in the kids' life. That is what matter. Then I went on vacation.

*sigh* I told my dad on the way to the airport to watch it, I thought EWiL would break the one rule (remember the rule? *points up* NO DOGS. And remember the unborn prepaid puppy that was paid with money they 'didn't have'? *nods* you can see where this is going). I come back from my trip, and sense a tension between my parents (who are my landlords by the way) and my guests. Slowly I put pieces together.

While I was gone, EWiL and Coastie broke the rule. The ONE SIMPLE RULE. Blantantly, knowingly, and purposely. They planned it. *sigh* I mean, is it such a harsh rule, to not have pets in the house? NO DOGS. It must have been. I am such a mean person, aren't I? They broke it. Worse, they put the kids in danger by doing so. EWiL and Coastie left during the day, not saying where they were going. My brother dropped off the kids and no one was home on my side. He waited with the kids on my folk's side till late, calling EWiL and asking when she would be home. "Soon, just put the kids to bed, they will be fine." The kids were 8 & 6. I am gone. Sure, let's leave the kids in the house by themselves, for an unknown amount of time. Great parenting skills, don't you think? My mother sat outside the door of my side for two hours till she saw them (EWiL and HUbby) pulling at like 11? at night.. and then went home, didn't even wait to greet them.. I guess she (mom) was pretty upset, but then again EWiL has pulled this stunt before. Anyway. The next morning, when mom was gone, EWiL asked my dad if he wanted to see the puppy. *nods* that is right.. did you put 2 and 2 together?

EWiL and Coastie drove down to OR, to get the prepaid puppy that had finally been born and was ready to leave. Didn't tell ANYONE. They were okay with leaving the kids alone on a school night, to go get a stupid expensive dog (remember that Coastie is having medical treatment for his leukemia? That is friggin' expensive! and I guess his insurance wasn't paying anything..so they said) Their excuse later to me? "We would have lost our money". umm.. so? you have more to worry about than losing the money. A dog is only going to generate more expenses.

Hell, she didn't apologize. Mom had taken ignoring EWiL and Coastie, she was that upset. Yes, I was too, after all, she disrespected my house, my rules and me. Then EWiL pulled a low-down dirty stunt: she tried to use the kids as a weapon to get Mom to forget and forgive (becuase as anyone can plainly see, EWiL is the victim here, right? Huh-huh, yeah right, but really, in her own little world, she is the victim). The twins' birthday was going to be at our house, but because of EWiL's actions, very little preparation had gone into the plans. So when I asked about the plans to EWiL, she responded "I don't know, your mom hasn't talked to me." (Okay, really? Mom has to plan your kids' birthday party? Grow up!) I informed her, that Mom wasn't planning on talking to her for a while after the stunt. EWiL gets upset, saying that I dont' know what it was like to be cooped up in the car for 2 hours with a crying dog. Again, really? You are right, I don't know. The reason why? Oh yeah, I would not be stupid enough to knowingly break a rule, leave my kids unattended to go pick up some 3rd rate bred dog that I can't afford right now becuase of the bills piling up! Let's just say, I was so mad, I went to my room- er.. the guest room where I was staying in, grabbed somethings and went over to mom's. I vented to her, thoroughly pissed. When the option came up, I choose to evict EWiL. The notice was given to EWiL and EWiL only. No other names were put on the notice. Just her. Within 24 hours she had to be out. She packed up the kids, Coastie and her stuff, and left.

The worst part? She started to tell the kids that it was Mom's fault the party was canceled. That we didn't love the kids. That we didn't care. You see the pattern? Not once did she think about saying, "Mommy broke the rule, and tried to use you guys to get my way, so we have to move out." Wait, that isn't the worst part. This is the worst part. THIS COULD ALL HAVE BEEN AVOIDED. All she and Coastie would have had to do is TELL US. A quick call, "Hey, we need to pick up the dog or we lose the money we have invested. Could we keep the dog overnight, so I can take it to my mom's first thing in the morning?" I wouldn't have said 'no' because she would be asking for ONE NIGHT. My folks wouldn't have said 'no', because she would be asking! All of this, could have been avoided with a little thinking on her part. And Coastie's. I mean, come on! A responsible person would have thought that! I would have. And if there was a "no" given? I can't even think of an answer here, becuase there would not have been a 'no'. So now the sad part. I haven't seen my niece and nephews since October 2008. I didn't go to my brother's wedding this month because the kids were be there, and EWiL was be there too. The kids are so poisoned by EWiL, that they will not be comfortable around us anymore. And that is what hurts the most.

EWiL, if you read this, I hope you are happy. You took from those kids some of the best times of their lives, because of your self-centeredness; You won. We will send all their gifts to my brother, but until they are ready to have us back in their lives, we won't interfere anymore. Gods know if I were to suddenly drop by their dad's house, you would try taking custody, just to be spiteful. We NEVER spoke ill of you to the kids. We were in it for the kids. We put their best interests at heart, even though you have shown that only your interests are first in your life. Congratulations. R.i.H.

That is Unbelievable!

So, I boot up my computer this morning, going through my daily list of things to check, and on the main page that loads on my computer, I see this story:
http://www.parentdish.com/2009/09/02/soldier-returns-home-to-custody-battle/?icid=maincompaq-desktopdl5link2http%3A%2F%2Fwww.parentdish.com%2F2009%2F09%2F02%2Fsoldier-returns-home-to-custody-battle%2F

A military mom is fighting to see her daughter, in which the father is trying to halt it. This is the biggest bullshite ever, people! This war, is killing our society, because people want to be selfish. Am I against the fact we are overseas? Yes. Am I going to blame my military because they are only following orders (where they signed that they *would* obey orders)? Not no but hell no! These soldiers go through hell over there, they go through hell whenever they are away from their families, and now, while over there, they will have doubts about if there is a family/loved ones to come back to! How would you feel? Driving home from a day at work here in the States, thinking, "Will my family be there when I get home? Will I get a hug from my little girl? Will my spouse be there to support me?"

Because of this making such headlines (among other headlines of military men losing their spouses from being away so long), more and more of our military are going to wonder this now: Is my spouse going to make me fight another battle when I get home from this war?

This is bullshite, people. You may not support the reason they are there, but damnit, you better support them! Our soldiers are our most dangerous and yet most fragile weapon, and by pulling stunts like this, we are undermining them.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

well, la-de-friggin-humbug

Merh.. so someone *cough cough* decided to show me this link.. and so much easier than MySpace..

Anyways..With the folks off, I decided to get some birthday shopping done. I found the do-rag that Dad had requested for his birthday, and also added a gift card to it, when I remember *smack head* I need groceries! So I stopped at Cost-Co to buy certain items, walk in, and there, in the middle of the friggin' warehouse, is Christmas stuff! Damn it! I almost let out a string of bad words infront of a little kid when I saw the damn lit-up polar bear, the tree and the Gift wrapping station! Come on!!! We still have Thanksgiving! Halloween! It isn't even mid-September, idiots! No wonder people are getting more hostile, you marketing people are rushing our lives for us! Morons.