Feral Children

My sister was sharing her experience at the movie theater with her almost to be THREE year old .

After telling him to not kick the seat in front of him and to sit down and to be quiet and not run around and sit down and "no soda for you" and ...... she finally took her youngin and left. The woman behind her hissed, "THANK YOU!"

My poor, dear sister....she does not know what to do.....

Later that evening she made an observation....When Max greets another child he will growl, making the the other child uneasy. Thinking out loud, she remarked, "I wonder if that is from only socializing with the dogs?" (They have a Lab/Retriever mix and an OoooooooooLD Chihuahua/Dachshund mix.)

"That's IT!" I exclaim. "He has been raised by wolves! He doesn't know any better!"

She fell out laughing...

Black Friday

I'm tired of being me. I'm tired of being the unsure, no good, rotten, four-flushing, lowlife, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, boobless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, obsessed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spiny-necked, worm-headed sack of monkey shit.

I am 14 again. I am that shy girl who sits in the corner and watches everybody having fun.

Last night for instance...."THE GIRLS"...... The pretty, BOOBY, trim, polished, girls in their own little world. I wanted to be in that crowd. But they circled the wagons and left no room for strangers.

So, I hung out with another classmate. We sat and observed. Then another classmate graced me with his presence and things got better.

But I am still that 14 year old, longing to fit in, to be accepted and be noticed. I feel like I am a party crasher in an exclusive club.

And what gets me..... These girls are begging me to come out and play, claiming I am "SO MUCH FUN!" Nah, THEY are having fun and just happen to remember that I was in the background.

I was really excited about going out last night and was sorely disappointed again. They already have this rapport and I'm trying to catch up. I'm the retard who won the Special Olympics and was invited to the OLYMPICS. Maybe I should just stay where I belong, in the Special Olympics and ignore THEM. I apparently don't have anything to offer, so I will just be content with what I have and not expect any thing else.

Eye of the Tiger

They survived. Their first days of a new grade, new teacher, new classmates, new curriculum.

Jarod gets in the car yesterday and exclaims, exhausted, "I am going to have to learn a lot of stuff!" He already has homework. Not difficult stuff, but a couple of pages.

Emma is loving the first grade. She likes her new teacher and recess! She doesn't have homework, yet.

I am just glad to have "me" time. It has been wonderful not having to deal with taking kids to Kindergarten, working Noon Duty, driving back and forth, back and forth. I have July and August off, due to a medical procedure, so I have no school obligations (except the usual. getting kids ready, picking them up) to tend to.

But it leaves me with six hours to clean the house. Harumph! hahahaha

First day of school

Tomorrow is the first day of school for my kids. Jarod is now in the fourth grade and Emma starts full-time first grade. She is excited and nervous.

I'm just happy to have the house to myself! LOL

"Here's the thing..."

Husband gets pissed off at me today. How rare. I fell asleep in the car when he was driving us somewhere. Oh, gee, sorry. Like he never does!? That is not the point. Anyway....

He is all pissy and I keep asking him, "What's wrong?" Of course, I have to ask him several times until it comes spewing out of him. And it is not just the reason he is angry, it is everything that is upsetting him from a week ago until now. Being totally unreasonable, yet, expecting me to take it. Great tactics, eh? MF-er...

Well, I knocked his dick in the dirt and then he had to defend his manhood and I don't even want to hear it. Whatever, Clown. I'm done with you. I told him to do me a favor and LEAVE.

Eventually, after many tears (on my part) and me hosing him down (with the garden hose), we reconcilliated. Now we know where we stand (for the moment). Let's see what tomorrow brings.

Festive Fourth

Happy Independence day!

We did our annual trip to Cousin Pete & Bobbie's house. This is their last year in the Norwalk house. Next 4th will be in San Pedro.




Kids went swimming, Pete fired up the barby and the smoker. Dad lit a smoke. Ann had coffee.

And then we set stuff on fire!