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.

The Little Bastard

Monday night we went to Root and Chicky's house to eat dinner. This was a downgrade. Two weeks ago we were invited to the Chinese restaurant but it got cancelled. Then last week we got invited to go to their house for a cook-out but we got uninvited, even though her parents still came. So we get invited to eat dinner.

My son can cook. I made sure of that But this time Chicky cooked a barely edible meal - Chicken Pot Pie made with boiled chicken thighs, deboned, with Aldi's frozen vegetables, Aldi's Cream of Celery and Cream of Chicken soup, cooked and topped with Aldi's pie crust. No flavor, just goo pie. But I thanked her for inviting us and complimented her on it. But it hurts when you are made to be the last thing to be thought of.

My husband texted Root and he texted back he had a bad day. My husband asked him what was wrong. He had the nerve to text back "LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Caps his- not mine. Whatever happened to "I don't want to talk about it right now"? Or something polite like that. My husband was just showing concern for him.

My son is a bastard. His wife has done it to him. He was never like that. She has always been that way.

I have no faith he will ever be nice again.

Movies

My granddaughter Itchy has wanted to go to the movies for a while. She wanted to see "The Fault In Our Stars" when it came out but "it's PG-13 and I'm only PG-11." Now she wants to see "If I Stay" but my DIL and son keep coming up with excuses that she can't go. They don't want me to spend time with her, which is odd because when I was baby-sitting for free I was good enough.

I think my DIL is jealous that she wants to spend time with me and has to be forced by virtue of no other choice to spend time with her. If Itchy doesn't spend time with me, she'll forget about me. Her counselor asked her if she wanted to stay with her mother or her father, and her response was "I want to stay with Lee, Bobo and Jack (our dog)", which I guess made my DIL blind with rage.

I had a dream that my DIL was making sausage and biscuits with eggs to take to the guys at my son's job site. She wasn't listening to me and kept droning on and on. She wasn't lisyening to me. I wanted to smack her. Then I realized I was in-between sleeping and waking, and it wasn't my DIL talking, it was the Pioneer Woman Ree Drummond. She is on of my least favorite chefs, so that might explain part of the reason why  wanted to smack my DIL.

Southern Motto