February 27, 2006
The Fruitcake Lady
First of all, thanks Jana, this cracked me up! I love this woman! I wish she'd sit in a room for 10 minutes with my daughters! *laughs all wickedlike!*
Her real name is Marie Rudisill - I looked her up on google, because I want to know why they call her the fruitcake lady.. I'm hoping she's a .. fruitcake baker, because she sure as hell doesn't give bad advice.. I found some more videos of her, I sure did laugh, give them a peek, I think you'll like them!
Apparantly she's been giving advice like this since 2000..
The link above takes you to a web page that lists quite a few of her video clips, and also has a link to a biography about her. Enjoy!
They Went in 3's. Darren McGavin Died
February 25, 2006.
Good Night, Mr. Mcgavin, rest in peace.
Dennis Weaver Died
Feb 24, 2006.
Damn.
Good Night, Mr. Weaver. Rest in Peace.
Mallory Today...
The jewelry is from mom, (she gave her some pillows and the neatest bicycle for her barbie doll too, just i didn't get those in this shot!) the purse is from Shelly, (it has eye shadow and a wallet from her inside it too!) and the doll is from Brooksie. Mallory says Thank you everyone!
I just noticed the blue on her lips, no worries, it's the tattoo that came off of her fruit roll up earlier!
Don Knotts Died Friday :(
Feb. 24, 2006
This death really made me sad.. I liked Don Knotts.
I didn't have him on my dead pool, I figured he'd live another 200 years.
Stan was really saddened when I told him about it the other day - Don Knotts as Barney Fife was Stan's super hero. I hear more quotes from the Fife character in one day than that whole cast on the Andy Griffith Show heard in a month, I am almost certain.
Good night, Don Knotts, rest in peace.
*smiles smugly*
Chocolate Milk: The New Sports Drink?
I always thought so.. :)
Now too, I have this theory about cigarettes. I think that someday in the future.. the newspaper headlines will go something like this:
The Eye-tol-ya-too-maynee Alley Babba Du Ahbah's ultra smart bomb made of bubble gum and and cow slobber killed over 3/4's of the world's population 10 years ago, and studies show that those of us who are left, are either cigarette smokers or people who were exposed to 2nd hand smoke. Studies have shown that smoking cigarettes is the number one reason we survived. The coating of tar in our lungs protected us from the deadly toxins from the BGS bomb.
Gooo Smokers!
February 26, 2006
A Fool Fit
I'm just so angry right now I could cry. I just told Sarah off on the phone for not bringing the kids by to see me this weekend. I've not seen Mallory since she left her Friday morning going to the neurologist and I'm upset about it.
Shelly brought Mallory and Mikyla little purses with wallets and eye shadows, and Mallory's 'suffering' presents from Mom are still sitting here.
They're not home, they're at Dianne's so I don't want to go there to see the girls, and Sarah's had them out all weekend, so she could have stopped by here for us to see Mal for 5 minutes to let us know she's okay.
I'm probably being very unreasonable, but I can't help it, I'm angry.
February 25, 2006
When a Trusted Friend Turns on You...
Lordy that so sucks...
I would hope, that if my friend did that to me, thinking she was doing the right thing, for the right reasons - and then the person she trusted turned on her, that my friend would know that, no, I'm not sitting here laughing, my heart is aching for her, and I would hope she knows that I understand, and that I still think she's a wonderful person who just got tangled up in something she couldn't possibly grasp - until it was too late, and I still and will always wish her nothing but the best.
God bless you, honey, and if you're kicking yourself, and I know you are.. don't.. it happens to the best of us. Love ya.
Mallory
She's back from the neurologist, her results were all normal, he couldn't find a reason for Mallory to be having seizures. No tumor, nothing like that, nothing at all.. thank God. He said that people have them sometimes without an apparant cause, and they call that epilepsy.
He's changed Mallory's medicine from Dilantin to Depakote, and said that that will slow her down some. The shallow eyes, the mottled complexion, he says, is caused by 'sleep deprivation' - that Mallory isn't sleeping the quality of sleep she needs, she's restless - tossing and turning all night, so her body is tired even after just waking...and then when she's awake, she's so hyper, so fast, that she's just not getting enough rest. He said that alone could very easily be causing the seizures.
Sarah said they took her to the Outback for dinner and that she ate like a horse, also that the depakote will cause her to gain weight. If that stuff can get her to sit still for 10 minutes a day the child will gain weight!
The doctor taught Sarah and Roy how to help Mallory during a seizure, what to do, what not to do.. so they're not so afraid now that they know what they're facing and how to react.
I hate this for Mallory, for all of us - it's scary.. but when I glance around, I know that we're not charmed, and it could be so much worse, so I'm just going to be content that we have Mallory safely at home, and that we know how to deal with the seizures when and if they happen again.
Thank you everyone for your phone calls, emails, and prayers! She's going to be fine! :)
February 21, 2006
Skating Lessons Tonight
Tonight was Mikyla's and Mallory's first skating lesson and I think it'll the last, because they really picked it up very quickly...once around the rink and they were going it alone.. well.. Mikyla was.. Mallory would of been, but everyone was afraid to let her, because they were scared she might fall and bump her head.. still, she was skating well enough to fake Dippy off and pretend to be falling time and time again, only to catch herself at the last second once she was satisfied that Dip's heart was in his toes! God that kid is rotten!
February 20, 2006
Big Boys Tonight..
Mallory has been asking to go for a week, so tonight we finally loaded up and took her.. She ate good, and had a wonderful time.. she said that's her favorite restaurant.
February 19, 2006
February 18, 2006
Life...
...around here has been so hectic.. kids from daylight 'till dark, noise, screaming, laughing, crying...they sure are busy!
We went roller skating, as per the last entry.. and I didn't get to type what happened that night. I did post pics, and I meant to go back later and leave what happened there, but things here just have been crazy so I didn't get time until now.
I'd taken my trusty camera, as always and I stood at the wall taking pictures of the kids skating..and then behind me and to my left I heard someone say, "Hey, look, that old lady's taking pictures."
I glanced over to see this pert young gal watching me with this smug smile and I just shook my head and went back to taking my pictures. I absolutely refused to act like an old lady and do what I wanted, which was to put a hex on her like mom insists I should have done... Sweet little darling, sit there laughing, oh so smug.. but may your boobs shrivel up in time, so that all you have are little brown buds!
There was no one at the door to pay when we got there, so we just went on in, thinking they'd just changed their routine since we were there last. I went up to the skate counter to get some skates and this young guy walked up and smiled and said in this very loud voice.. at the time I thought he couldn't hear for the loud music coming from the soundbooth right above us.. later, rehashing the night in my mind, I realized that he thought since I was so 'old' I most probably couldn't hear him unless he shouted at me.
"CAN I HELP YOU M'AAM?"
"YES!!" I helpfully shouted right the hell back, most likely affirming his opinion that I was hard of hearing, "I WANT SOME SKATES, I'M GOING TO SKATE WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTERS."
"WHAT SIZE WOULD YOU LIKE, M'AAM?"
"I WOULD LIKE AN 8... BUT I DIDN'T PAY ANYONE! THERE WASN'T ANYONE AT THE DOOR... DO I PAY YOU?"
That's when I got the senior citizen's discount.
I can hear Shelly laughing her ass off right about now.. yes even from 20 miles away...
"NO M'AAM! I'M GONNA LET YOU SKATE FOR FREE..."
I just know he was dying to call me 'gramma' and I'm almost certain that he wanted to help me put on my skates and walk me around the rink too. I could tell that boy loved his gramma.
He gave me my skates and I put them on and I gotta tell ya, skating isn't like riding a bicycle, it doesn't just come back to you, you have to learn how all over again.
I managed to make it around the rink once, despite the terrified stares of the young people who I know were sure gramma was going to break a hip, I'm even almost sure they called and had an ambulance waiting outside for just in case... Yeah, Dave, come on over, we've got another one trying to recapture her lost youth, I give her 10 minutes before she needs a full body cast, a hip replacement and a new medic alert bracelet...
I had a really good time... the girls were having a blast and that alone was worth the humiliation of the senior citizen's discount...
Mallory has been doing okay the past couple of days.. her eyes still bother me, they're staying redrimmed, top and bottom.. and the last seizure, a lot of blood vessels in her face burst and now she has a perpetual blush, and blotches of something that's trying to pretend to be freckles.
The next day my aunt Brenda came to see Mallory and visit with me for a while. Amanda and Bailey came with her, and that was a really nice visit. The kids played while we talked and had coffee, and I really enjoyed that.
Mom, Dad, Lisa and Nick came over later that evening and I conned Lisa into frying my chicken breast strips for me.. she really does make them better than I do, and they were de-wish-us'! Mom had me laughing so hard.. vintage mom...
We had bought some of those over sized craft sticks.. they look like big popcycle sticks - the box says "JUMBO STIX" and it was sitting on the middle of my kitchen table when she sat down.
She looked at it for a minute, then said.. "Get those Jumbo Stix off the table and put them in the bathroom where they belong..." They offended her sitting there like that.. and I shot her a puzzled look, not understanding.. she said...
"Tampons don't belong on the kitchen table!"
I thought I'd die laughing. "Mom.. those are craft sticks.. we bought them to try to make some bite sticks in case Mallory has another seizure." *laughs* She mumbled something about not being able to see so well.. I said.. "Jumbo Stix" is just what you said mom, you can't squirm out of that, you thought they were some new plus size tampon!" She's so funny...
Later Bonnie called to check on Mallory. She thinks she's being haunted in her trailor.. and before she explains what happened each day, she starts off.. "what self respecting ghost would haunt a trailor?" Anyway.. she's scared, nervous, there alone but for Joleybean, and she hears every little noise. She said she was in the bathroom taking a bath and it was starting to get dark. She was scared, but when she tried to call here, my line was busy.. mom and Lisa didn't answer their phones, she couldn't get her friends, so being scared, alone and no one to talk to, my resourceful daughter just grabbed a shampoo bottle and dialed the 800 number on the back. *laughs*
She said any voice was better than none.. and she truly was having a problem with the shampoo anyway.. so she figured she could kill two birds with one call..
I asked her what problem she had with the shampoo that she felt warrranted a call to the company.. and she explained...
Mom, it has this pump style lid, and try as I may, it wouldn't open. I just could not get that thing open, so I called and asked them how to do it.
That struck me so funny, I could only imagine the expression on the face at the other end of the line.. holding his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, whispering, laughing to his co-workers, "Hey! Jake! Anna! I got a blonde using our shampoo.. I know she's blonde because she wants to know how to open the bottle!" (No offence here to blondes, I'm just going with the stereotype.)
Today we went looking for countertop again.. didn't find anything.. and we took Mikyla to get her allergy shots after school. She and Mallory fought so much we had to pull over and separate them by putting Maegan in the middle. That helped, but only a little. Those two adore each other.. they're not twins but if you've ever read "Flowers in the Attic" - the description for the twins in that book suit those girls to a tee.
They wanted to go roller skating again tonight but the weather here is supposed to turn ugly so they didn't go. Maybe they'll get to go tomorrow.
Instead, they put on their pajamas and made a 'tent' with my chairs and some blankets, and they even let Maegan get in it to play. Boy did she feel like a big cheese then...
Mallory's visit to the doctor yesterday was interesting. He said that it seems that Mallory is just going to be prone to have seizures. He thinks the Dilantin will help, but even with it, she will have one occasionally. I saw the seizure she'd had.. it was wicked. Her mouth opened at one point and her jaw twisted to the side, we could all plainly see her tongue was curled back, and the choking sounds she was making - we just thought she was doing that old 'swallowing her tongue' thing we've heard that goes with seizures. Roy put his finger in her mouth to try to get her tongue out of the way of her windpipe, and Mallory bit down on him and almost took his finger off.
Bon got on one side and I got on the other and we put our own fingers behind mallory's jaw teeth and were able to prize them open enough for him to get his finger out of her mouth.
When Roy and Sarah told the doctor about that, the doctor said that it was impossible, that the tongue doesn't roll back... and he wouldn't have it any other way. He told Roy he had no business putting his finger in her mouth, not to do it again, just to let Mallory go, that there was no way she'd suffocate or roll her tongue back like that.. that he'd just panicked hearing the sound Mal was making.. I don't know.. she was turning blue and making a choking animal sound.. sounded like she was suffocating to me.. but anyway.. I've been reading up on these things online.. and I'm pretty surprised by what the sites say.. the jist of which was:
...don't turn them on their side - don't try to hold them still - don't use a bite stick or put anything in their mouths to try to unblock the airway.
...let the seizure run its course then when it's over place the person on their side.
...it's not necessary to take them to the hospital unless the patient is blue and seems to have difficulty breathing or unless it's their first seizure, or you think they've ingested poison, or if the seizure is lasting over 3 minutes long.
...don't try to hold down the patient.. carry them to a spot on the floor where they can't hurt themselves bumping into furniture or other things, and move away, let it happen, and then when it's over put them on their side until they're coherent again.
Every thing I'd thought about how to handle that situation seems like it was wrong.
Anyway, Mallory's appointment with the neurologist has been moved up to next Friday, because her doctor said that 3 in less than a month like this was just too many. So maybe the neurologist will be able to discover why this is happening, and help to get these things stopped.
Sarah and Roy are still staying here. I think they're afraid to go home. They don't want to take Mallory up that hollow, so far from the hospital in case they have to get her there again quickly, and they're afraid to leave her here with me to go home. They've set up camp in the den. Squatters!
I'm glad though, I don't want them to take Mallory up there anymore than they do. I'm a megaworrywart. But you know, as bad as I worry, as bad as I think things are.. thank God we're not in the shape they are in the Philippines tonight. How horrible. Bonnie, in her way.. said .. "Mom, it's fact.. God is so mad at all of us. He's furious..." I don't know about that, but I have to remember things truly could be worse.
I didn't go out hunting with my best friend and shoot her in the face by accident thinking she was a quail. Yes, things could be a ton worse. Did you hear what
Whittington said when he got out of the hospital today? He feels forry for Cheney... watching that today I thought, wow, there really are friends out there like Doc Holiday was to Wyatt Earp!
Whittington, you really are a daisy.
If my best friend ever shoots me, while we're out hunting quail, I don't care if it is an accident, I'm going to at least grump at her and she's damned well gonna replace my buckshot retailored hunting vest! And at the very most she's gonna go out of those woods with her hair full of the leaves and sticks that I threw at her! She'll be limping too, from where the stones hit her legs as she ran! I got your huckleberry and I raise you a daisy, Doc!
Good night world, be safe.
February 16, 2006
Another Seizure Tonight
(Feb 15, approx 11:30 P.M.)
She had this one here at my house, and I saw it from start to finish. Good Lord, that was terrifying. They put her on Dilantin. She's home from the hospital now, sleeping hard..they said she would. Please remember her in your prayers.. these seizures leave her with sore muscles and she tells me, Mammy, I'm hurtin' all ovah. Thank God she can't remember them when they're over...and thank God Mikyla slept through this one.
February 14, 2006
Happy Valentine's Day!
Hope everyone has a good one!
The dentists would really love those cupcakes, wouldn't they, Jana!
Especially for Mom (19.34 MB Huge!)
Blue Suede Maegan (16.95 MB Huge!)
February 13, 2006
Is this true?
Sarah was telling me the other day that the latest thrill for adrenoline rush addicts is to pay to be buried alive. She said that they have a vent in the coffin, so they can breathe and that they stay under the earth for roughly 3 hours.
Efrickingads people will do anything if this is so.. and it just.. it just sounds so right for today's thrill seekers. So right.
Yeah...
V.P. Cheney Fife Accidentally Shot his Companion...
...while quail hunting Saturday. I sure hope for his sake he wasn't supposed to be somewhere else, doing something important for our country, cuz if so, boy-o is he double busted.
*laughs*
These poor guys.... ah I gotta hush up now, I'm trying to be good.
Blue Jeans
I'd like to address the jeans the women are wearing now. I just don't understand how they keep them up. I never really cared for the old hip hugger look, but these pubic hair huggers are even more purplexing.
Most of the women's bodies in the USA aren't built to wear those. Have you seen how most of the gals look while wearing them? They give new meaning to the word "flubber"!
I see women and young girls wearing them but damned if I ever see one sit down. According to my calculations, there's about 4 inches of uncovered butt and butt crack back there, that's just covered by a thin layer of those short shirts they're wearing with the pubic hair hugging jeans. They better not sit down, when they stand back up those jeans will be down around the backs of their thighs! Particularly on a heavier woman.
Now.. that's 4 inches of normal sized woman uncovered behind.. but me, well my butt goes up about double that.. that'd be 8 inches of uncovered hiney for me, and I would just like to ask the jean's designers and manufacturers for one favor. Please go back to making the cut of jeans you did circa 1970 thru 1980.. any style from that era will do.. I'm not after a particular fashion, the thing is, my butt hasn't changed.. it's still right there where it always was.. more of it, sure, but pretty much in the same locale..if some has dropped over time, that's even worse.. I'm sure I have some butt below the butt cut, where the thighs are located in these pubic hair huggers, and butt above the butt cut and jeans with a 2 inch rump just don't fit me correctly...would never have fit me correctly, and will never fit me correctly.
And don't point me to the elastic waisted old lady and fat woman jeans. I want some real jeans, for my real butt, and I want them right now! Ones that cover my pubes without my having to shave for a "jean-line", and they would in a perfect world cover my ass.. jeans with belt loops and pockets and a zipper and a button. Is that too much to ask? I don't give a flyin frig what kind of cut they have at the hem.. do what you will.. but please.. I'm not a plumber! Give me something that will COVER MY ASS!
Peter Benchley
Author of "Jaws" - Dead at 65.
I loved that book and loved the movie more. I remember seeing it when I was a young lady...my parents took my sister and me to a cinema to see it in Michigan. After the movie was over.. we all went towards the doors, everyone going on over what a good movie it was.. and there was a couple of people in front of us.. one was a massive black man - he was just walking and then before our eyes, he walked spang through a big smokey colored plate glass window.. he said he didn't see the glass, it was dark outside and he thought it was an open door. That glass shattered into a zillion pieces. I don't remember seeing any blood, I really don't think he was hurt.. but I don't know which addled him the most.. that movie, or walking throught that glass...
Good night, Mr. Benchley.
February 12, 2006
My Roses
For Valentine's Day, Mom usually gets me a single rose made of something neat.. she's gotten me a glass one one year, a velvet one, chocolate roses, a cloth one, vinyl ones, one with perfume inside.. and every one of them goes into a vase or if they're in a vase already, I put it in the bottom of my (dusty) grandfather clock so they'll be safe. Pretty aren't they? Thanks, Mom!
The heart and cup are from Lisa and Nick - Thanks you two, too!!
How I Feel Right Now...
My heart's heavy, and I have to say I'm feeling scared. I just looked at these pictures of Mallory and she just doesn't look good to me.. not right somehow. So sad.. and there's nothing for her to be sad about.. she was out there having a really good time.
I've always said that she's so hyper.. so fast, it's like she's living life as hard and as fast as she can and I've been scared to death that like a meteor or one of those 4th of July sparklers, she's going to burn herself out way too soon.
I sure pray she's going to be okay. I sure wish she'd slow down, even if just a little. And I sure hope she doesn't have anymore seizures, that she stops being scared, and that she lives to be a very very healthy old woman.
Life is good. Life is really really good.. so very good to be so very bittersweet. Isn't it..
Monk-E-Mail
Check out these Monkey E-Cards, you'll love them! They crack me up! Turn up your speakers!
Snow This Morning!
You "Nuthnahs" shush! I know you get more snow than we "Suthnahs" do - and we "aint seen snow", but we got a little and we sure enjoyed it today so just shush about your 3 feet of snow and it's still coming down up there! There's a reason we live in the south, ours goes away faster! *laughs* Oh Gawd I'm jealous of you all! Still, we had a good time this morning with the little bit we got..
I didn't think Sarah would take Maegan out there this morning, so I made her a Snow Baby, she loved it!
My cat liked the snow as much as the kids did, and I swear, he was rolling the snow around to make a snow ball too!
Our Snowmidget!
Mallory Torments Cerius (1.65MB)
Cerius, One Goofy Cat! (1.41MB)
Maegan
Mom got us all the neatest cloth Roses for Valentine's day - Maegan took time to smell hers. She loved it, thanks, Mom!
Here's a video of Maegan fussing at Dora the Explorer:
Maegan Fussing (1.38MB)
A Great Weekend!
It was snowing blue blazes yesterday but little stuck. We didn't get near what they were forecasting for us, but still it was pretty watching it fall, and we were ready for playing it it with our hats and mittens too.
Congratulations, Shelly & Gerald!
The new baby will bring so much joy into your lives, and I just know you're going to be Wonderful grandparents!
*tosses Shelly some Orajel, Desitin, and Infant Tylenol, then on second thought tosses her some Effergrip, BenGay, a Hearing Aid and a bottle of Absorbine Jr...a tub of Icy Hot, a hot water bottle, aspercream, Migraine Strength Excedrine and some Depends Discrete Undergarments for old ladies*
You'll be.. needing all of these, gramma... some of these things are for the baby... HAHAHAHA!!
February 09, 2006
A Little Snow Last Night...
It wasn't much, but it managed to shut down the schools around here today...
Teething
They've all cut their teeth on those Sugar Daddy Suckers, and Maegan's no exception. She loves them!
La cage aux... Nick!
Lisa and Nick brought Mallory (and Mikyla) the prettiest little fairy necklaces, for their 'suffering' present last night. Thanks Lisa, and Nick.. and in return I post this photo.. *laughs* He knew I was gonna, so it's okay!
Last Dance Kittens Game
This game was on Monday night, we went, but I've not had time to post these videos and photos until now.
After the game, we took them to Pizza Hut, and they cut a shine there too.
It was a nice evening, we had a lot of fun. The only thing that sucked about it was that the girls faced the other side of the gym and all I got were their backs in the video. I had gone to the kitten's leader and asked where they'd be facing so I didn't get their backs and she insisted they were trained to do it on one side only so I should be where I always sat so I'd not miss it, and then I'll be danged if someone else didn't turn them around on the way in. Go figure!
Pure Meanness..
The past few days have been so hectic, I couldn't tell you right now, what day we're on. Night before last, Mallory had another seizure, so now she's been referred to a neurologist, who can't see her until the end of March. It seems so far away to me, but that's the best they can do.
Mean runs in my family. The ladies all have the mean gene. Spang down to Mikyla and Mallory, and I have deep suspicions that Maegan too has it.
You see, Mallory has had 2 grand mal seizures now, and both times, Mikyla witnessed them from the start. She noted the way Mallory fell, how her eyes rolled up leaving only whites, the arms curling up and the hands, the tremors and shaking, and it just terrified her. It would terrify me too, I'm sure of it.
In telling each of us how she "saved" Mallory's life by calling for Daddy, Mikyla described in detail what Mallory did. Mallory,with solomn eyes stands there listening to this story over and over - she can't remember the events herself, but she takes in the description like a sponge.
The next thing we know, every five minutes, Mikyla comes running, tears running down her terrified face, shrieking to us.. "Mallory's having a seizure! Help!" We go running to find Mallory grinning smugly and hear her explanation, "I was just tricking Mikyla", or.. "I was just playing a joke on Mikyla."
Once she found out how scared she makes Mikyla, we've had the dickens of a time getting her to stop that... to understand that it's not a funny joke, that she is making Mik a nervous wreck. Mean. It's the mean gene. To Mallory, it's the funniest joke in the world.
Mikyla isn't sleeping well.. every 30 seconds she nudges Mallory and asks her if she's okay.. to which Mallory grumps, "I was sleeping, leave me ALONE!"
Mikyla has the gene too.. you see.. I taught her my telephone number a couple of months ago.. just in case she needed me, I wanted her to be able to reach me from anywhere... this second seizure, her daddy asked her to go phone his mother so she could get help to him... but Mikyla didn't know her phone number. Her nana spent the next day teaching Mik her number..and now Mik can dial it with ease. And does.
Now Mikyla's Papaw is in the early stages of Alzheimers. He's easily confused. Mikyla knows this. I was bathing Maegan a while ago, the portable phone closeby, and Mik came in to ask if she could call Nana. Sure, call her..
So she dialed and talked to her Nana for a few minutes, then suddenly Mikyla started talking this.. foreign language.. "Pshatwat Dar Doobadawort Fadooba Swachaa Scheee Swachaa chaa cahh."
I listened and she just kept repeating this jibberish into the phone and then...
*laughs*
I could hear him begging her.. "Mikyla please! Talk so as Papaw can understand you, I don't know what you're saying."
More intently, in a voice and tone suggesting urgency, Mik kept repeating, like it was the most important thing in the world for him to understand, ""Pshatwat Dar Doobadawort Fadooba Swachaa Scheee Swachaa chaa cahh!!!!!! PSHATWAT
DAR DOOBADAWORT FADOOBA SWACHAA SCHEEE SWACHAA CHAA CHAA!!!"
I stopped splashing the water and leaned to hear his confused response (the mean gene of my own) and it was all I could do to keep a straight face while I heard him begging her to "Please Mikyla, I can't understand you, what are you saying to papaw!"
That's pretty cold to blatently and with calculated intent, try to confuse an alzheimer stricken grandfather. I could see after a time though, Mikyla was doing it on purpose, then she finally put down the phone with 'feigned' irritation that he didn't understand. She just looked up at me, smiled ever so innocently and then skipped away.
Maegan, she likes to kick Mikyla and Mallory. Anytime she's close enough, she sticks that foot out and tries her best to kick them. With the most intent gaze their way you'd ever want to see. She knows what she's doing. They've had the green weeny once she starts walking.
February 05, 2006
Just thinkin'...thinkin'...thinkin'...
A friend and I were talking tonight about wars, and murders, and child abusing, and all manners of terrible people who do terrible things. We were just mulling over this new religious fad - suicide bombers, nutty priests, fanatics who do the craziest things in the name of religion, and more often than not, to my observation, most of these atrocities are carried out, or planned by males (and have always been, all throughout history).
I'm sorry guys, forgive this post, I'm just calling it like I see it.
Men and war. Men and murder. Men and abuse. Men and wickedness that most women wouldn't be able to begin to dream up. Most.. there are some horrible horrible women out there.. but not nearly a fraction of them as compared to the horrible fellas out there.
So while we women are sitting here watching, males are virtually oozing testosterone all over our would.. it's on our furniture, our chairs, our carpets, it's all over everything, look at the mess they're making. To my way of thinking, this testosterone leakage is doing more damage than Chernobyl... 3 Mile Island and the bombs of Hiroshima, all combined.
It's getting in our hair, on our skin, in our lungs and it's making all of us sick. Our children are in grave danger of not having much of a planet left, if we continue to let the males on this planet seep their invisible poison onto our soil and into our streams!
I think it won't be long until women smarten up, and when that happens, they'll realize that men are, and have been for quite some time.. obsolete.
We don't need them. Not really. We can, through genetic engineering, 'father' our own children, to insure survival of the species.
We can (and do) work circles around them..and it's proven that we're healthier as a whole, we're much more intelligent. We are capable of grabbing our mops and dust-cloths and cleaning up every last streak of testosterone out there!
In time - I may not live to see it, but maybe Mikyla will - women will wake up and decide that enough's enough. They'll take over, take the right to vote away from men, and begin to lead our countries. They'll stop the wars, divide the natural resources fairly, do all manners of wonderful things for huwomanity.
Some decades after that time, males (all races) will become a 'rare' breed. Something like one to every 500 females. And some time after that, only the very "wildest" of women will own a male which she'll choose to keep for a 'pet'... A mere conversation piece, like one of those...coffee table books you see here and there. She'll put him on display, in a nice clean cage - sprayed daily to keep the testosterone to a safe level. By then... man will be nearly extinct.
A sign on the cage which holds him will read something like this:
Warning! Do not feed the man. Do not try to pet the man. This man can not speak, he has had his voice-box surgically removed, for your safety. He does, however have all of his teeth, and has been known to bite. Feel free to wave, he can and does wave back. On rare occasions he may even smile for you. This man's name is Omega.
About Man:
In ancient times, man ruled the world. He left death and destruction in his wake. Pain, agony and Grief were his calling cards. Now on the verge of extinction, Omega is a prized acquisition. Omega was born in captivity and is 47 years old. He still has the ability to wreak all sorts of havoc, if he were to escape. We keep him sedated. Should you notice any sign of aggression from Omega, please inform the Mistress at once. Thank you for your interest in this exhibit.
*laughs*
Yep, it's just me.. just thinkin'... thinkin'... thinkin'... pay no attention to anything I say...
February 03, 2006
This 'N That
Check out those 'Morticia Addams' sleeves!
It was PSP 6, not 5 - and after uninstalling the Dell versions this computer let me install my disk.. sure it's an older version, but it still does what I need it to do, so it's all good! :)
Another rainy dreary day out there today.. a good day for snoozing!
I ran across a book I'd read a few years back, "A Child Called It" by David Pelzer, so as I couldn't sleep for coughing, I sat in the den and read it again. And again, I couldn't decided whether I believed some of those things he said his mother did or not. The cruelty, yes, the beatings, yes, the having been burned on the stove, yes, yes to almost all of it, but when I get to the part where his mom made him drink a teaspoon of ammonia (more than once) and where she locked him in a bathroom with a bucket of ammonia mixed with bleach, so that he had to inhale the vapors for hours, I just am having a tough time believing it. Wouldn't a teaspoon of ammonia have killed him? Wouldn't 3 or 4 drops of ammonia ingested into a child kill it? I am going to do a google search to see how poisonous it is. I can't open the cap on a bottle of ammonia without recoiling.. ugh, how could a mother do something like that to her child?
Woah, in the news this morning... a circumcision rite in NY is getting the attention of the State health department. It seems a baby died from an infection after a Rabbi sucked the cut and spit out the blood - a custom with ultra orthodox Jews. Shew Lord!
Custom
Ugh, just ew...
Dead Pets
Boy there's nothing good in the news anymore, is there?
My dang Neopets! I was up at 4 in the morning yesterday, and went to play Scorchy Slots - the jackpot was up to 250,000ish.. and I was determined to win. On another browser, I kept checking to see if someone had won it, I didn't want to play if it was down to 1000 points, and no one had.. and it wasn't going up by large amounts, so I figured that me and maybe 5 others were playing.. so I just kept playing, fast and furious, determined that I was gonna win.. but nooOoo.. my stubborn assed pet decided he was "bored" with Scorchy Slots after I'd spent a thousand points, and it refused to let me play anymore. I switched pets thinking I'd foil the stubborn thing, but nooOOoo.. it was bored too, and danged if they just flat refused to let me play! Rat Bastards! Only 62 more items to go and my shop will have 1000 things for sale! How cool is that?
I got another hit on a bill at Where's George yesterday too. So far that makes 8 out of about 1200 dollars worth of bills I've registered there. It's fun, you should try it!
However, I have no new hits on my Dead Pool bets this morning. Still just 2..and my year's almost up. (to play, not to live (I hope)!)
Bonnie was off last night, and she's off again tonight, so I don't have Joleybean, and tonight is Sarah's last night to work, she's there until 7, then she'll come get the girls, so I don't have any youngin's tonight. Unless Mikyla and Mallory decide differently. We'll see...
Mik asked me today when I'm going to take her Rollar Skating, we were supposed to do that last weekend but didn't get to, and this weekend I'm not feeling too well, so I doubt doing it now either.. maybe next weekend. I've not been on skates in years... egads I'll come home with a broken collar bone and a crushed butt bone, 2 broken arms and legs! How many here vote to con Sarah and Roy into taking her instead? I say let them have the fractures!
Oh, by the way, the groundhog saw his shadow, didn't he. Another Rat Bastard!
Mikyla got off to school just fine this morning, with her Morticia Addam's sleeves, and her lunch box too heavy to lift.. my head's thumping like a heartbeat so I'm going to go lay back down while the other 2 are sleeping, watch a little news and maybe do some dozing of my own. Have a good day everyone! Love ya!
February 01, 2006
In The News...and other stuff...
I turn on the computer and find out that Coretta King passed away - I didn't have her on my dead pool either.
A postal worker killed 6 people in California... I wonder if she was taking Prozac?
Mr Bush gave his State of the Union Address. last night - I missed it though - I was busy watching Corpse Bride (good movie) with the kids. Reading on msnbc.com though, I see he's all for cutting dependance on foreign oil. I agree, let's just buy it from Bush instead! With the economy being what it is, I'm sure he and his family could use the extra money!
When is cold and flu season gonna relinquish its hold on us? We've got another round of some hateful virus - and I feel like I'd have to get better to die. I'm ready for spring. This is getting old!
I watched the new release of The Fog a couple of nights ago, pretty good, but I can't figure out why they screwed around with Elizabeth, that addition just sucked, and made no sense.. okay, she was the ghost's love, but..what the hell was she doing with the living.. what the hell was she doing "fighting" with her mother when she first came back - her mother wasn't almost 200 years old. And if she was the ghost's love, why the hell did she sleep with that guy? To meet the 'at least one tit shown" quota they seem to require in all movies anymore? That part just bit, but all in all, it was okay. It would have been better if I hadn't seen the original (which was too cool!)
I would love to see a remake of Peter Straub's Ghost Story. That would be too neat. I still think that's the best ghost story ever told.
Kelly and Bonnie have parted ways. I guess it's for the best when a couple can't get along. Kelly, I wish you well. Take care of yourself.
Sarah is still working 24 hours a day, 5 days a week, and the girls and I are having a blast - they, being able to spend the night every night during the week, is pretty dang cool, and we're loving it! I'll love it better after I get the house straightened up today, and get the laundry caught back up. Wall papering and painting sure does cause the rest of the housework to be neglected, but it was worth it, the room looks great!
Joel's back, he sleeps here too, and Bon comes to get him after she naps a while during the day. She's working 3rd shift now, and I know that one's hard. Especially with a 2 year old who wants to get up and play all day, when all you want to do is find a nice quiet corner and sleep for a few hours. He's been good as gold for me, and he's back to sleeping at night and up during the day to play with Mallory. (Who is just fine and hasn't had even the slightest inkling that she's going to have another seizure, thank God!)
Maegan is growing like a weed - which is giving Mikyla pause for thought. Mik gets up and goes to school, and every day she comes home to see that Maegan has learned something new. The other day, Mikyla whispered to me, while she watched Maegan warily, "Mammy, that's not Maegan - Maegan doesn't know how to say "dada"." She was so serious, so paranoid.. like.. please, we have to find Maegan and send this baby back where she belongs!
Maegan can wave now, she "talks" to herself, in baby babble, all day long. She can sit up forever now without toppling over - and she loves to play with her toys. She's sure teething too, chewing on things with a vengance. She doesn't like to be wooled though, and Mallory loves to try coddling her.. it makes Maegan so angry one would think she's about to pop a vessel. I have to keep reminding Mallory to get away and give Maegan her space. Mallory hates space giving, so we have a constant war of wills there.
It's Gary's week with Acey and Breanna so I've not had them here this week, but they'll be back on Tuesday, I think it is. Oj's off Sunday and Monday. However, she's thinking of changing jobs, which will be a 9 to 5 position if she gets it, and that will mean I don't have to babysit them because she'll be home when they are.
I can't believe it's almost 6:30 already. Where the heck did the time go already. Another 30 minutes and it's time to get Mik up for the day. Good Lord, time didn't fly like this for me 30 years ago. I think the republicans have done something to cause time to go faster, in fact, I'm sure of it! *laughs* Damn them, they can't leave anything alone!
Ohhh, one last thing. Too funny, and I knew, KNEW it was coming - but I never dreamed it would come this soon. Last night, Mikyla informed me that she just had to have "cuter" clothes. I said, "Mikyla, your clothes ARE cute!" To which she replied, "Yeah, but they're not cute enough. Brittany's clothes are cuter, and that's why Madison wants to be her friend - Brittany is prettier than me."
"Oh honey, you're as cute as Brittany is, I promise!"
"No! I need cuter clothes! Brittany wears sparkley ones that make her look like she has boobies, and I need clothes like that too so that Madison will be my friend again."
Love her heart. She had me dial Sarah for her so that she could let Sarah know that they had to go clothes shopping, as soon as possible.
It's just impossible to believe that she's old enough to start being concerned about her clothes, and to start wanting to be fashionably dressed.
*groans*
My own girls didn't start that crap until they went into 7th grade. Egads, poor Sarah!
Okay, time to go.. have a good day everybody. I love ya!
A Small Collection...
While we were outside the other day, we managed to get the Christmas lights down, and I took some pictures of my wind chimes. I just.. *coughs* ...have a few..
The kids a few days ago...
I've had these ready to post for days, but didn't get a chance until now. Man it was so nice out there, for it to have changed on us and is so cold now. I'm tired of this, I want spring to get here and to stay!!
PSP and the Pink Pictures
Sorry these are so big, PSP that came with this computer finally expired, and this computer won't let me install the disk of PSP 5 that I bought. I'll fool with it later and try to make these smaller, I just don't feel like doing it right now.
They love the change in here, and I think it turned out pretty well... but the little hamsters are already trying to peel off the new paper beneath the breaker box.
grrrrr! lol