Wednesday, May 30, 2012


a 6 year-old lost the national spelling bee on the word "dirigible". i couldn't spell the word until i googled it. congrats, little nameless 6 year old!

Friday, May 18, 2012

it feels like i'm in junior high

i have been an ass-kicking, friend-losing bitch lately. root and chickie are still mad at me. the grandkids won't be here until next week-end, maybe everything will be resolved by then. with psycho-bitch-in-law, you getwhat you get. you never know. i haven't talked or texted either of them all week, save an 1 1/2 hour screamfest with chickie on monday. root is texting joe. i think she checks the phone bill to sure he doesn't call me. i am actually at peace with it. i didn't do too much crying. i have not been too sad. i feel strangely serene. i know it's not my son, it's his nutso wife. my sister is still in a manic phase. my loan is coming along. no one is looking at my fav house. i think i can get it cheap. i should be there in a month! SQUEE! i found the paint you put on the countertops to make them look like marble and granite. i am getting the blue and i am going to duplicate the kitchen we had 2 houses ago. it was the bomb. it shall be the bomb again, my dear. i promise to give you pics and let you know if it works. i can't wait to get it in shape. i am keeping the sunporch like it is, but using astro-turf for a rug and painting the ceilings blue. i also need to paint the ceiling fan blades. they are leaf shaped and i am thinking a green-ish brown, the color of a real palm tree leaf. i am thinking about getting cream colored twin sheets for curtains. wicker and garden furniture. a futon on one end for guests. and it has a cool cabinet on the wall. i can hide my spice hoard. can you tell that in my mind, i am living in that house right now? i will be so let down if i don't get it. but i will get it. i have to get it. it's perfect.

Monday, May 14, 2012

the day everyone hates me

mother's day was enacted in 1908 to be sure that all mothers got recognition for all they do the other 364 days. cards and flowers are the norm. boxes of candy and fancy brunches are also big here in the south. a great time is had by all. except me. my son unfriended me on facebook. he blames me for not having a great childhood. he blames me for abandoning him when he was 12. i had to leave my husband or i would go crazy and kill both of us! we had gone through a devastating house fire in which i lost everything i owned. well, i may have ended up with a shoebox of charred stuff. but i asked him to go with me. i gave him the choice. he chose to stay with his father. now due to his choice, i'm a bad mother. it was six months. i lived alone, stayed home 99% of time and just stayed by myself. i just needed to get away from my husband. i came home and life continued as if i had only been gone a few days. then my son had me thrown in jail on bogus domestic violence. what mother hasn't thrown up her arms in despair and said "whatever!", only he was right behind me and the second knuckle of one finger grazed his lip. one drop of blood. i was on probation for a year. i went to parenting classes with horrible people, including a woman who allowed someone to fuck her 4 month-old daughter for crack. a woman who turned tricks in front of her kids. a man who sold drugs out of the car while he rode 3 children around, no carseat. they almost laughed me out of the class. they were african-american. there was one other white chick, but her story involved slicing her husband's throat, so i doubt she was there for some easy reason. i went to every class, got a perfect attendance certificate and also a certificate for making a perfect score on my first try. the judge dismissed those, saying they weren't important. but they were important to me. and i ruined his life. i consider it a wash. but i ruined his life by something that he had a choice in. he had the choice to go to my apartment and also to visit anytime he wanted. i had no choice in going to jail, or to those horrible classes. i ruined his life 17 years ago and he forgot to tell me until yesterday.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

i haven't been my blog. it warms the cockles of my heart to think that 7 people in the entire world care what i think! thanks you, you 7 people bring me much joy. if you remember, i had a contest going like a freaking year ago to get 100 follows and i would giveaway an ipod. but i only ever ended with 7 followers. cuz nobody likes me. just 7 wonderful people. the giveaway is still active! bring your friends!

frankly, if you read me, you should follow me, if only so i get the little burst of pride when i see many followers. i'll give you some eye candy and maybe i will add an amazon link for one of my favorite things, much like oprah does. or a brandy snifter "donate" icon.

i am still working on the project with the picture of ms. liberty on it. we are in the stage of they want some pieces of paper and they will send me check. so i am searching for several tiny slips of paper which are vital .i am taking the time to declutter and pack up some stuff around  the house, so when we move, i won't have to do much.

yes, we are moving. i managed to get my credit score to the point i could get a house. so i am looking for a house that  has pergo or wood flooring, with some type of outside room or sunporch. $118k

i have found one plain jane cookie cutter house that is all pergo and tile, with a covered patio.

then i found a funky old house that has a screened-in porch around 2 sides of the house. it has lake access and a small dock. the house has old wood floors, a lipstick red kitchen counter top that should be burned, and the bedroom of my childhood, complete with a window seat with bookshelves. there is a single room like a loft. there is another bedroom a living room, dining room and den on the main level, then the funky garrett room.

under this house is a space the exact size of the house. half is outfitted as a woodshop. the other half is a (illegal) apartment. there are 3 sheds, a carport, and 2 dog runs. $89K

i am leaning toward the cheap house. i hope the insurance doesn't eat us up.

the bank called me out  the blue monday and schedued a call for 3 p.m. monday. they are either going to offer me money or tell me to leave them the fuck alone.

i hope it's money, then i can forget about the damned scraps of paper.

where did i go?

i hate the new blogger. just said it to get it off my chest.

the bank is dragging it's feet with me. i may end up in a dateline segment telling my story. i hope chris hansen and the "to catch a predator" crew don't pop in.

i have been approved for my loan, pending my collection of documents. all i need is the w-2 from last year and i am golden. i had no taxable income due to theft.

i have it down to 2 houses.

one is a newer cookie cut plop of earth dwelling, just like the rest of the ones on the block.

the other is the magic funky house at the lake, with all the room and the sun porch. the one with the magical master bedroom with the window seat and bookshelves. the one recently reduced another $10k! note is only $616, i can pay it off early and sit pretty with my social security.

my other patriotic project is coming along swimmingly and i have it down to almost nothing. i am getting a check with the statue of liberty, although it may be tinier than i expected. anything is  good! just as long as i don"t have to pay.

my bitch ass bi-polar sister had decided it would not be to her benefit to have  a relationship with me.  good riddance to bad rubbish.