Thursday, March 20, 2014


Some of my pictures on this blog are no longer there, no idea what happened. Sorry everyone. :(


It's that time of year again! Babies are being brought into this world! So many of my friends are having babies, in like hoards. They all had this meeting 9 months ago and said that their goal was to populate March with some of the CUTEST babies ever!

So, of course, I'm getting low, tho I did talk to my lady doctor and he said he'd be willing to tie the tubes! And if I can't have kids why tie the tubes? Well, I *can* get pregnant, my uterus just won't expand with the fetus, so why risk it anyways? Plus all these health issues have me not wanting to pass anything along. Oddly enough, I'm not that sad about it anymore. I think having all these nieces and nephews and god children really make me feel part of a family. It's not that I don't get sad about it, I'm just less sad about it.

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After my biological father passed, I've been trying to find ways to connect with my siblings and that side of the family, but I'm having a hard time. I don't think I've talked to them since we left that day. Over a week ago. I feel like a bad person, but at the same time, what do I say? Plus how am I to connect with them now that my only connection is gone?

Any advice welcome.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Internet Junkyard #26

There's a name for this disorder.

Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier

I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first..

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.

I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.

Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day: the car isn't washed the bills aren't paid there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....

Do me a favor. Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

What are friends for!!!

Saturday, March 01, 2014


First off, I want to say, my dad was an amazing person.

Secondly, we didn't have a good couple of years.

My father passed away last night. My biological father.

Still processing, still crying.

I'm not even sure what to do. We haven't spoken in over a year.

Come to find out how was rather sad, I didn't know his health was so bad.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Internet Junkyard #25

Shampoo alert!

As I was conditioning my hair in the shower this morning, I took time to read my shampoo bottle.  I am in shock!  The shampoo I use in the shower that runs down my entire body says "for extra volume and body"!  Seriously, why have I not noticed this before?  Now I understand why I am so "full-figured"!

Tomorrow I am going to start using "Dawn" dish soap.  It says right on the label "dissolves fat that is otherwise difficult to remove."

It pays to read the warning labels my friends!

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


I was going to post another Internet Junkyard, but I felt you guys deserve more.

The past 2 weeks I have been dealing with, 1. migraine from hell, 2. drugs not working, 3. infusions, and 4. overall exhaustion from infusions. Seriously, I don't even want to roll over in bed.

In case you don't speak migrainees, infusions are typically 3 consecutive days put aside for drugs to be pumped threw you over the course of about 2-3 hours. You are sick, more-so than with the migraine. BUT after the 3 days and a week of recovery, you're migraine is either a. GONE or b. not as bad.

I"m option b.

I have a pile of books from the library, but only able to finish one... then pain. All I can say is yes, the infusions helped, but other than that, fuck you migraine, fuck you.

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Internet Junkyard #24

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.

He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.

Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out. When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.

When she went to tell Edna the news she said, 'Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love.... I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.

The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.'

Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself, I put him there to dry..
How soon can I go home?'

Happy Mental Health Day!

You can do your bit by remembering to send an email to an unstable friend...

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Moldy Issues

In case you didn't know, there "was" mold at our new place. Not even 3 months and it's climbing up that walls. If you do know, then you also know I know a thing or two about mold. I greatly dislike our landlord. Okay, I fucking hate him, he deserves to be tortured and castrated. Possibly death, tho it may be too good for him. I try to get along, there are very few people I hate with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns, he's one of them.

Needless to say, he was very mean, belittling, insulting, rude, a whinny bitch, and many more that I can't write. He shouldn't own a company if you're not going to fix what you brake. The mold was in the walls to begin with, and we had a couple boxes stacked up ageist the wall for less than three weeks, moved them and wall is two and a half feet up the wall!

That's probably why Sam is so ill.

So while our fucking idiot of a landlord "fixes" the problem, Neil, Sam, and I are shacked up at my parents, more specifically in their bedroom (which has the master bath connected). Sam seems to be doing better, lots of canned food, lots and lots of love, and curiosity of why we're not taking him in the walk-in shower with us. Saw the vet today and said he's gained some weight. Plus he's taking the fluids like a champ (they poked him only once today!).

It also explained why I had three massive (ER visit grade) migraines in that short period. So many shots... so... many... But it's a necessary evil.

Oh, did I mention that it's really humid in our house? We asked about that and it's apparently our fault for not opening the doors and getting a dehumidifier, cooking anything that produces steam, and so much more. What? He told me that we shouldn't take hot showers or cook food. We could see our fucking breath it was so cold in the place, but apparently he thinks that it's too hot (actually told me that he was sweating, all while we can see breath!). He's a fucking idiot.

Here's something to make you guys smile then: