What's the frequency, Kenneth?

There is nothing on TV. I guess I will have to check out my Internet provider's website and watch some old episodes of Emergency!

I didn't make a ham.

What will I do this week-end?

I think I am going to cook a ham. It's a versatile food, I can make family-style dinners or sandwiches. It's not a celebration but hey, why not? It should last all week-end, maybe longer.

Saturday night, the church I attend is having a Food Truck Rodeo after services. I am still lukewarm on the church, but I checked one of the trucks out online. I have picked out what I am going to eat if I go. I might just stay home and eat ham.

One of my friends is having a party, selling something, 31 I think. I might go, I just can't buy anything. But she gets points for the number of guests, so why not?

I need to clean out my closet and get rid of things too big. It will make getting dressed so much easier. I have been doing it a few garments at a time, but that's not working. I need a few uninterrupted hours., vs. 5 minutes once in a while.

I need to return some overdue library books. Ooooops!

What are you doing this week-end?

I'm back...like a bad penny!

I quit writing her because someone. left a nasty comment. But they were wrong, and I'm not going to let them drive me away. They can shove their comment up their ass and go to Hell. 

I am going to write about my mother. I have missed her. Her favorite show growing up was "The Patty Duke Show" and it comes on every morning. I watch the 2 episodes and I cry for my mother. I see what she wished for in the characters.

My mother had Alzheimer's. She passed away due to renal failure last year. She lived with my evil half-sister who took advantage of getting her social security checks. When my mother died on the 25th of Feb., my sister said if she had known she wouldn't get the check for that month, she would have put her on life support for 3 days. She also kept getting checks for 7 months after my mother's death and Social Security caught on, so she is paying it back now. 

She went from having a Hummer and eating out every night to having the Hummer repoed- or possessed- and filing bankruptcy and giving up her house. She now lives in a tiny rental. You can't convince me she didn't use my mom's check for her own crap. I insisted on no life support because it was my mother's wish. She also wanted to be buried in pajamas and socks, like she was sleeping. But my sister had her tarted up and she looked like a cross between Mrs. Doubtfire and an aging prostitute. She put her in a floral dress and pearls. She filled my mother' coffin with trinkets- playing cards with the deadman's hand, little teddy bears and loots of fake flowers. She gave me the wrong day for the funeral so I missed it. I had to get her permission to even view her. Now I think it has hit her hard and she is in a deep depressive state. 

I wish I had one more day with my mother. I did get to see the day before she died at the hospital. The Alzheimer's was gone for a few minutes and she had the gift of clarity. She knew me and my family. She told me she loved me. I kissed her and told her the same. I had to leave so she could have some type of treatment. When I left, I told her I would see the next day. But she died at 5:30 a.m., the time she used to get up for work. 

Please cherish your time with your mother. 

Celebrity Skin

People tell me I have soft skin.

I have a secret.

I don't use soap.

To clarify, I don't use bar soap. I haven't since like 1986, when shower gel started selling at a decent price. Of course, my favorite gel is $16.00 a tube and I've only gotten it once on my birthday. I like philosophy too, but don't feel too bad buying it once in a blue moon because it comes in huge bottles.

I am going to learn to make my own soap soon. I am collecting the supplies at yard sales and plan to buy the lye and scents when I have the "hardware" I need.

This is my bitching nest...Not your bitching nest!

1) I am not crazy, but I am surrounded by it.

2) If you leave me a comment inferring I am crazy, you will be deleted. I have no time for Internet armchair psychologists.

3) If you can't control yourself, get your own blog and write what you want. Take note of the voices in your head.

4) You don't get the full story by what I post here. I will post what I want, not what you need to know.

No News

Root didn't call or text Bobo or I today.

Insomnia

My husband is sleeping like a dead mother fucker in his room.

I am wide awake on the Net, watching cartoons in my room, eating ice cubes.

I am upset over my little bastard of a son I have, treating us so bad, when he kisses her parents ass.

I can't change him and I wish i could. Or change her. But I can't.

I wish I could go to sleep and stop remembering all the crap they have both done to me over the years.

I wish I could stop crying.