well, we got it. the "perfect tree". we went to a tree farm and cut our own. i didn't, she didn't, nick did..lol. anyway, after finding out the 4-wheel drive doesn't work as we slid and stalled for a few minutes (and grinded the gears for a bit too as i sweated and panicked that we were destroying the tranny, cursing them for even suggesting we switch from part time to 4-lo), nick and i found it.
not cate, as she was staging a sit-in in the jeep. she decided at some inane point in time after quite a while of slipping through snow, ice, and across stumps, that we "didn't know anything about trees" and sat her ass inside.
for $35 we got a tree that has successufuly stabbed, poked, stung, and even kept the animals away from it.
but it's pretty. this is the first time in ten+ years i've had a real tree in my home.
awesome :D
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
wow. i really don't care for my sister's ways.
my mom is sick again. blood coming from her like she's got her period and uh, she's 72? obviously, something is wrong. so i call and throw a fit like only i can, and my sister says she'll take her to the hospital. they go. they have to wait. they leave. this is the message i got from my niece a few minutes ago:
i was gonna call you this morning, im trying to get the christmas tree up and i had my headphones on which is probably why no one answered the phone.
but superwoman, boof and kristin took perkins to the hospital last night and were gone for almost 2 hours and then decide to come home and tell us that it was too long of a wait so they left... im assuming they went to eat somewhere cause jamie cant go anywhere without eating. and then your STUPID sister decided to wait until 10 this morning to call the doctor, and they couldnt get her an appointment today, so now theyre "going back to the hospital when kristin gets out of work," which isnt until 4.
this was my response:
gram should just punch her in the throat with her walker.
i hope she does. my mom is damn upset because she doesn't feel well, and now she has to wait AGAIN? i swear, if i have to go home to dismember people, i will.
i was gonna call you this morning, im trying to get the christmas tree up and i had my headphones on which is probably why no one answered the phone.
but superwoman, boof and kristin took perkins to the hospital last night and were gone for almost 2 hours and then decide to come home and tell us that it was too long of a wait so they left... im assuming they went to eat somewhere cause jamie cant go anywhere without eating. and then your STUPID sister decided to wait until 10 this morning to call the doctor, and they couldnt get her an appointment today, so now theyre "going back to the hospital when kristin gets out of work," which isnt until 4.
this was my response:
gram should just punch her in the throat with her walker.
i hope she does. my mom is damn upset because she doesn't feel well, and now she has to wait AGAIN? i swear, if i have to go home to dismember people, i will.
i work tonight. i don't want to, but i have to. tonight will be so long i may not want to get out of bed tomorrow. i have no choice but to as i have a dental appointment at one, so i may sleep through the whole procedure..lol 12 hours overnight is never any fun, and sometimes the drunks are rowdy and obnoxious. because i'm sober, it's easy to control them, but there are times i'd like to throw them out, right into the river. or leave them standing on the side of some dark country road in zero degree weather. once, i actually had to call the cops because the guy was so plowed he didn't know where he lived. what the hell is that about anyway? i don't understand why someone would get themselves so drunk that they can't remember their own name.
in a way i feel sorry for a person like that. i know they're alcoholics and they can't help it, but i wish they'd call someone else to pick them up...lol
the funny drunks, now those i enjoy. i pick a man up who giggles and snorts all the way to his house. it's a good ten minute drive and by the time we get there, i have tears running down my face and i don't even know what the hell is so funny. i have a few like that, so it's what i focus on when i don't feel like going in.
like tonight. bring on the gigglers.
in a way i feel sorry for a person like that. i know they're alcoholics and they can't help it, but i wish they'd call someone else to pick them up...lol
the funny drunks, now those i enjoy. i pick a man up who giggles and snorts all the way to his house. it's a good ten minute drive and by the time we get there, i have tears running down my face and i don't even know what the hell is so funny. i have a few like that, so it's what i focus on when i don't feel like going in.
like tonight. bring on the gigglers.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
sometimes, things don't suck.
Christmas is almost here. Me no likey Christmas. My daughter, the spawn of the devil, is insisting that this year we do away with the traditional "Very, Merry, Ghetto Christmas". i don't know what her problem is, but you don't mess with tradition! I like not having all that stuff cluttering up my home and besides, once you take it all down the place looks naked.
She wants a tree. The nerve. It can't be just any tree (cuz lawd's knows if she hadn't been specific i would have gone outside and cut a branch off the pine and slapped it in a vase) but a REAL tree. With ornaments. And lights. And that sparkly crap. Oh, candy canes too. Unreal.
so I agree just to shut her up and we go looking for "the perfect tree". The Perfect Tree that will leave pine needles all over, that the kitten will undoubtedly climb up, on, and over, and that jackass of a dog she has will try to pee on. After checking a few places I inform here I am NOT paying more than $100 for something that will die in my house in less than two weeks. At any rate, we find one that's not too big, not too small, not buying. Too much money. She says "Mother. This only comes around once a year" to which I reply "Thank all the Gods". I get "the look". I smile back. I get "the stern look". I smile bigger. I get "the pout". I start to giggle. Then I got the "you are not a nice Mom and you stink" look, to which I pretty much damn near peed myself. I say "get a job. If you were working we could afford The Perfect Tree, but alas, you are not, so that's that".
No response. Stumped into silence. Stunned into muteness. A rare win for Mom.
Things didn't suck this day.
She wants a tree. The nerve. It can't be just any tree (cuz lawd's knows if she hadn't been specific i would have gone outside and cut a branch off the pine and slapped it in a vase) but a REAL tree. With ornaments. And lights. And that sparkly crap. Oh, candy canes too. Unreal.
so I agree just to shut her up and we go looking for "the perfect tree". The Perfect Tree that will leave pine needles all over, that the kitten will undoubtedly climb up, on, and over, and that jackass of a dog she has will try to pee on. After checking a few places I inform here I am NOT paying more than $100 for something that will die in my house in less than two weeks. At any rate, we find one that's not too big, not too small, not buying. Too much money. She says "Mother. This only comes around once a year" to which I reply "Thank all the Gods". I get "the look". I smile back. I get "the stern look". I smile bigger. I get "the pout". I start to giggle. Then I got the "you are not a nice Mom and you stink" look, to which I pretty much damn near peed myself. I say "get a job. If you were working we could afford The Perfect Tree, but alas, you are not, so that's that".
No response. Stumped into silence. Stunned into muteness. A rare win for Mom.
Things didn't suck this day.
sometimes, things suck.
so i found out last week that a dear friend of mine has a brain tumor, cancer of the esophagus, and the lymph nodes. after removing what they could of the brain tumor, his prognosis isn't good. he's only 47 years old. he's also one of the most giving people i have ever known.
he's been to hell and back after his wife of 23 years left him for some guy she met online, the murder of his daughter at the age of 22, who's husband then shot himself, of course, and being left to explain to his then 18 month granddaughter why daddy hurt mommy, and why mommy and daddy aren't coming home.
through it all there have been tears and laughter, and a whole lot of love. he knows how to live life, that's for sure. i've had so much fun with him over the last couple of years, and i'll miss that. i'll miss him.
for the next however long it is that he's alive, i intend to spend as much time with him as he'll allow. i love him, he's my friend, but i never knew how much so until this. when i saw him just a week before he was diagnosed we chatted for hours. we hadn't seen in each other in months, but it was as if only a day had passed. we got right to the ribbing, the joking, the laughing, and the tears (we always seem to have some of those at some point). there's something so comfortable in a friendship like that, and they're hard to come by, so i'll be cherishing it all, the past, the present, and the future.
it's gonna be so weird without him. i'll probably never be the same when it's all said and done but until that time, i plan on telling him everytime i see him how much he means to me, to my kids, to everyone who knows him really.
love you, Denny.
he's been to hell and back after his wife of 23 years left him for some guy she met online, the murder of his daughter at the age of 22, who's husband then shot himself, of course, and being left to explain to his then 18 month granddaughter why daddy hurt mommy, and why mommy and daddy aren't coming home.
through it all there have been tears and laughter, and a whole lot of love. he knows how to live life, that's for sure. i've had so much fun with him over the last couple of years, and i'll miss that. i'll miss him.
for the next however long it is that he's alive, i intend to spend as much time with him as he'll allow. i love him, he's my friend, but i never knew how much so until this. when i saw him just a week before he was diagnosed we chatted for hours. we hadn't seen in each other in months, but it was as if only a day had passed. we got right to the ribbing, the joking, the laughing, and the tears (we always seem to have some of those at some point). there's something so comfortable in a friendship like that, and they're hard to come by, so i'll be cherishing it all, the past, the present, and the future.
it's gonna be so weird without him. i'll probably never be the same when it's all said and done but until that time, i plan on telling him everytime i see him how much he means to me, to my kids, to everyone who knows him really.
love you, Denny.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
random thoughts. what a shock.
today started off more hectic than usual, which is a good thing. i need constant mental stimulation, or i become bored in seconds flat. 900+ channels don't even do it for me, nor will any book, no matter how absorbed i can become in it (and that lasts approximately 42 seconds), and i LOVE to read. o.O but these days it's not helping take me away to where i want to be.
i've been thinking a lot about family, extended included. i have no idea why, but i've learned over the years to simply roll with it. it's kinda like the epiphany's i have between sleeping and waking, that place where EVERYTHING makes complete sense yet it's gone in a flash (damn it all to hell) just before you're fully awake, but haven't quite woken up to "reality" just yet. i love those moments for the record, but i wish my epiphany's about why men do what they do would friggin' stay put just once!
so, this thing about my family has been smashing into my thoughts without permission for about a week now. i've thought about many things i didn't want to, accepted things i didn't want to, forgave much i didn't want to, and discovered that i honestly and truly love my mom. more than i ever thought possible in fact. for who she is, what she is, where she's been, and what's she's gone through. what she sacrificed, what she didn't, how she chose to make those decisions even though at the time i thought it was total crap, and how she's preservered through so much BULLSHIT, i find her to be amazing. i'm happy. finally.
it took long enough ffs.
i've been thinking a lot about family, extended included. i have no idea why, but i've learned over the years to simply roll with it. it's kinda like the epiphany's i have between sleeping and waking, that place where EVERYTHING makes complete sense yet it's gone in a flash (damn it all to hell) just before you're fully awake, but haven't quite woken up to "reality" just yet. i love those moments for the record, but i wish my epiphany's about why men do what they do would friggin' stay put just once!
so, this thing about my family has been smashing into my thoughts without permission for about a week now. i've thought about many things i didn't want to, accepted things i didn't want to, forgave much i didn't want to, and discovered that i honestly and truly love my mom. more than i ever thought possible in fact. for who she is, what she is, where she's been, and what's she's gone through. what she sacrificed, what she didn't, how she chose to make those decisions even though at the time i thought it was total crap, and how she's preservered through so much BULLSHIT, i find her to be amazing. i'm happy. finally.
it took long enough ffs.
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