Movies

We watched Disturbia & Aqua Teen Hunger Force movies.

ATHF was about like the regular show, except they didn't bleep the cussing.

Disturbia was not at all what I thought it would be, but still good.

I knew there was a reason I hated Det. Tritter! (House Season 3) Evan said House scarred him for life when he anally raped him with that thermometer and that's what turned him into a serial killer.

Ha!

That is all.

Evan called me a racist

We were in the kitchen.

Me - Hang up a black bag (Garbage bag. I have to be specific or he'll hang up a wal-mart bag...)
E - No
Me - HANG A DAMN BLACK BAG!
E - You're a racist. "hang up a black bag" You're a bag racist.

He's funny.

Sometimes.

I.LOVE.THIS.

Cosas al azar

Now playing: The O'Jays - For the Love of Money
via FoxyTunes
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So last night I was in the mood to sleep.

I took about 70 mg of melatonin. Which was less than I've taken in the past. I usually build up to about 100 mg, but since I hadn't taken any in a while, I figured 14 would get me nice and sleepy.

4 hours later I was not sleepy at all. I decided to take an OTC sleeping pill.

I fell asleep in about an hour.

Woke up about 2 hours later. (Joy)

I decided that having Evan find me dead of an OD on Sunday morning might scar him for life. So I just laid there.

I probably fell asleep in between watching the sun come up and staring blankly at the ceiling.

Usually if Evan comes downstairs on the weekends and I'm still asleep he'll go back upstairs and watch tv or play with his action figures so as not to wake me up (sweet).

This morning, he decided to have a Klondike bar for breakfast and beat it to death with a fork (to break it up, since we have sensitive teeth and can't bite cold stuff). So after about 2 minutes of this pounding I said "What the hades are you doing?!"

Blah.

So I told him to watch his crap that had taped Saturday night.

I can't find my ear plugs. I need new ones because they aren't working so well, but they're better than nothing.

Because I couldn't find my ear plugs to drown out the sound of effing cartoons, I got up and started messing with my blog crap.

Again.

I never settled on anything.

I went upstairs to take a shower.

Felt like I was going to pass out.

I took off all my clothes, turned on the window A/C and laid on the bed.

He must have heard me moaning.

I heard him coming up the stairs.

I grabbed the closest thing to me, which turned out to be his pillow, and covered my boobs & hot pocket.

E - Who do you want me to call if you pass out?
A - *pant moan pant* Nana
E - Do you need anything?
A - No. (I really wanted him to leave me alone. I can't stand having to reassure him that I'm not dying at that particular moment.)
E - Ok *goes downstairs*

30 seconds later he comes back with 2 ice packs, a thermometer, a bottle of water & his big zorro hat and starts fanning me. (He really is sweet, but just the pillow covering my naughty bits was NOT making me any cooler. I wanted him to LEAVE.) So I stuck the ice packs under my arms & took my temp. 75.3° (in case you were wondering).

Finally I felt better.

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Now playing: Zapp & Roger - More Bounce to the Ounce
via FoxyTunes

I just downloaded the new FoxyTunes. Which lets me put the "now playing" thing on my e-mails & blog entries. So I'll use it for maybe a week... Deal with it.

Anyway, when I came downstairs he was about to fix himself more junk food.

Me - I was going to cook the Garlic Chicken
E - I don't think you should because you were sick before. (Sweet? or did he just want more crap?)
Me - Well then you cook it.
E - *sigh* Ok.

It's just one of those freezer dinners that you cook in the skillet. So I sat in there while he cooked. It was good.

Then I told him to wash the dishes & I watched the crap that I had taped Saturday Night. (Justin Timberlake on SNL came on E! I love the Barry Gibb talk show & Omeletteville sketches.)

Just in case you're thinking I torture the boy with chores, I pay him $25/month to wash the dishes. And I usually end up washing dishes a couple of times a week anyway because I'm bored. I started this because he used to use unnecessary dishes. Why did he need 5 different glasses just to drink water? I figured if he had to wash his own dishes he'd stop that shit. And he did. But then when it got hard for me to stand & wash the dishes, I decided to pay him to wash all of the dishes (except the pots & pans). Now when I wash dishes I sit on a stool, but it's not convenient or comfortable.

So then at about 6:30 I remembered that we hadn't done the laundry. At this point, he'd been in the kitchen for about an hour.

Me - What are you doing while you're supposed to be washing dishes?
E - Making soap bubbles on my hand
Me - Well, we have to do the laundry. And when we get back you STILL have to wash the dishes.

So we went.

Some idiot was parked in the only handicapped parking space. I sent him in there to tell whomever it was to move. She did.

So I told him to go put the shit in the washers because there was no need for me to get out of the car & go in there when I can't bend over to put the shit in the washers.

He put all the shit on Super Wash. Which is 42 min as opposed to 32. Might not seem like a big deal to YOU, but when you factor in 30 minutes of drying time & then 15 - 30 minutes of folding (depending on how serious he is about actually helping me fold the shit instead of trying to get money out of me to play arcade games or get a soda) it's like 2 hours. And it was late when we went.

Whatever.

So after he put the shit in the washer, I went to da dolla sto to get some dryer sheets.

Oh wait.

While he was putting the shit into the washer, I decided to go to the bathroom. When I came out, he had poured the laundry detergent into the lid, but hadn't started the washer. He had just put the money in...

We went to the store. Came back & the stupid bitch was BACK in my spot.

I honked my horn.

She looked out. I pointed to her car. She moved it.

People.

Handicapped spaces are there for HANDICAPPED PEOPLE TO USE. I have to have my doctor sign the form to get a handicapped parking space, so it's not like I can fake it. If the police around here weren't so goddamned slow, I'd call the law EVERY TIME I saw someone in a handicapped space with no license plate or placard.

*wooosahhhh*

Fuckers are lucky I can't hand out tickets.

Entyway.

We came home. He did the dishes. Watched TV for a bit & went to bed.

E - Thanks for getting your boobies all over my soft pillow, BTW.
Me - Boy, just change the geedee pillowcase and shut up.
E - Meanie.

I'm about to go lay in the bed for hours and stare at the effing ceiling until the sun comes up.

*sob*


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Now playing: Gap Band - Burn Rubber on me
via FoxyTunes

Crime & Punishment

I was watching Taboo on the National Geographic Channel.

I forget what the topic was on this show. (They have different ones, like Taboo: Delicacies or Taboo: Sexuality, etc.) But at the end of the show, they showed the judge in Texas who makes the criminals wear signs professing their crimes in the area where the crime was committed.

Ted Poe is the name of the judge. (If you wanted to know.)

I have no problem with this punishment.

Some people think it's extreme. Cruel. Whatever.

If someone drinks & drives and kills me or my family members, I feel no sympathy for them. I don't believe in capital punishment in this case. I think they should have to live the rest of their lives facing what they did.

They should HAVE to face the ridicule of society.

We make sex offenders register when they move into a neighborhood. (I think those incurable fucktards should be put to death. There is no rehabilitation for that shit.)

Why shouldn't Drunk Drivers have to be shamed in public?

Why shouldn't shoplifters have to wear a sign in front of the store from which they've stolen???

Fucking bleeding heart liberals. They and the criminals are the only ones who have a problem with this. Law abiding citizens probably feel that "punishment" is too lenient in a lot of cases anyway.

The recidivism rate for Judge Poe is 11%. For everyone else, it's 31%. It's obviously working.

We need more judges like him, IMO.

I could go on and on about this subject. But I won't.

Because I'm still feeling kind of good from watching ITAS with Hugh Laurie. He's so sexy! :-)



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Now playing: Eve - Tambourine via FoxyTunes

Evan came home from school today

The first thing he said was "Do you want to know my reading level?"

I could tell from his 'trying not to grin' look that it was good.

It's 8.5 - 13.

Which is like a freshman in college.

I'm grinning.

Cause I think it's awesome!!!!

Even though he never reads, LOL.

Seriously???

So yesterday, Evan got his spelling list for the week. They have to put the words in alphabetical order & then write the definitions.

Today Evan tells me that THE TEACHER spelled ostensibly like this: astensibly. [Even if I misspelled ostensibly by starting with an "a", I would have spelled it like austensibly because that makes more sense phonetically. But maybe that's just me?]

He & a couple of other people tried to ask "Isn't it spelled with an 'O'?" and she got mad.

Today, she came back and told them all that they had to do alphabetical order over again because ostensibly starts with an "O". The same kids who tried to correct her yesterday tried to remind her that they had said it yesterday and she got mad all over again.

This same genius of a teacher often misspells words???

She has told the class that it took her 8 years to get out of college. She talks about her boyfriend, etc.

I would LOVE to call the school and talk to the principal about this bullshit. But I am afraid that she would hear about it and take her anger out on Evan.

So I must resort to writing an anonymous fucking letter and mailing it to the school.

*sigh*

This does NOT inspire confidence in the school system.

Are they serious that a fucking ENGLISH teacher can't spell? Was there no one else? Maybe someone who sucked at math but was great with spelling and grammar?

My head hurts from this shit.

I have a crush

on Cesar Milan. The Dog Whisperer. He's so cute with his little self! LOL.

He has not replaced Hugh Laurie in my dreams, though. :-)

I totally forgot

To show you the Simpsonized pictures that I did.



You know I couldn't mess around with that crap without doing Hugh Laurie too.

:-)

Edited to add: I forgot to show Evan too.

He - I think we look weird, but Hugh Laurie Actually looks like that in real life.
Me - SHUT UP! *cries*

He's mean.

Out with the new, in with the old. Sort of

I just didn't like the new template.

I like the old bright colors.

So I made new bg images.

I was going to at least change the colors around a bit, but I couldn't figure out exactly how I wanted it.

Whatever.

I finally got the header to show up where it's supposed to. Accidentally. LMAO!

Guess who came over today.

No.

No, I hate that motherfucker.

Mommy Dearest.

She came over to remind me that she's coming over Friday for me to keep her awake because she's doing a sleep study this week and if she stays home, she'll fall asleep during the day like usual and she's not supposed to take any naps.

She's so ridiculous.

She worries about farting in her sleep or her snoring.

Me - Mother, these are professional people in the medical field. I'm sure there's nothing you could do or say that would shock them because they've heard it all before. Besides, you'll be asleep. You're not responsible for what you do when you're asleep.

She - I know, but - blah blah wtfever.

I made her take me to Wal-Mart since the A/C stopped working in my car AND because she's imposing on me during the day on Friday when I'm supposed to be FREEEEEEEEEEEE from irritants like children AND parents.

She also bought us snow cones. Because Prince Evan said he wanted something cold like a milkshake.

Did I tell you about her cleaning his sneakers the last time she was here? Because he said he didn't want to wear them since they were dirty.

...

She - Hey, he's wearing his sneakers!
Me - Yes, ever since you cleaned them.
She - Well he told me -
Me - I know what he told you. But HE probably doesn't know why he wasn't wearing the sneakers that particular day. He's worn them every day since you bought them. He just made some shit up.
She - That little turkey.

WHY is she such a sucker for him when she didn't believe me when I was a child and telling the truth?

Whatever.

She's insane.

Furreal.

My eyes

I don't know if I told you.

Usually when I have an exacerbation with the MS it's "Optic Neuritis" which basically means that I go blind in one eye. Then I get to take lovely steroids that make me gain massive amounts of weight while making me look like a chipmunk.

Anyway, now my eyes feel like they're rolling around in my geedee head. Constantly. It makes me dizzy. It makes me want to vomit.

It's been like this for a couple of weeks.

It might be an ear infection. I hope it is, because then antibiotics would cure it. But I have a fear/feeling that it's not.

Whatever.

All the little whores at school

The video cut off at the end when I told Evan that he's hot. :-)

Bargain vs. name brand

Have I told you that cooking is getting really hard for me?

Long story short - I get so hot trying to cook that I feel like I'm going to pass out and it takes me at least 30 minutes to recover and feel my normal shitty instead of the nauseous passing out shitty.

Anyway.

I wanted some cookies, but I knew I couldn't made them from scratch. So I bought store brand chocolate chip & Pillsbury peanut butter cookies.

The Wal Mart brand chocolate chips taste awesome! Like they used coconut oil or something.

The Pillsbury peanut butter are bleh. Not enough peanut butter flavor. I put some homemade peanut butter frosting on them today. The frosting tastes better than the cookies.

It's like they forgot to add vanilla or something to the dough. Sucks.

Change of topic.

When I started blogging, I posted something almost every day. Then I discovered memes that I used whenever I had nothing to say but I still wanted to post (because I have no life).

Before my back started making sitting at this chair close to impossible, I started using memes every day. Even when I had a topic about which to post.

I don't want to do that anymore.

Last night I made some blog headers & background paper for Becky. Made me want to change my blog again.

But I still haven't figured out how to get my header at the top of the page instead of squeezed in on the right side.

I know I can do it with another template, but then I won't have all of my blog widgets.

And I use my widgets. Like the freebie links and links to friend's blogs. So I don't want to not have them.

Anyway, we might be going through some changes in the next few days...

That is all.

School started today.

Evan couldn't sleep last night.

He kept coming downstairs and talking to me.

Me - You do realize that you'll be getting up a 6 am tomorrow, right? That's 7 hours from now.
He - Well I can't sleep.
Me - Well have you tried? You keep coming down here. How do you know you haven't slept and just got awakened by some noise outside? You have to LAY THERE.

Whatever. I told him he wasn't missing the first day of school and that he would be dragging his sleep deprived ass around today if he wouldn't go to bed.

So when the alarm went off (it woke me up too) he went into the bathroom and turned it off. Then tried to go back to sleep.

Me - What are you doing?
He - I just turned off the alarm. Now I'm going back to bed.
Me - Take a shower and brush your teeth.
He - OH!

So I don't think I got to sleep until 2 or 3 am. Had to stay up at 6 to make sure Evan caught the bus. I finally got sleepy at 10 or so, then the bug man came.

Why is it that whenever I get less sleep than usual, that's the day the people come and knock on my door or let their toddler play with the phone so they end up accidentally calling me and waking me up all damned day?

I don't have anything to say

Did the laundry.

Played Lego Star Wars.

Blah blah

Here's a clip from "The Boondocks". :-)

Photo Hunt 69: Funky

Well, I was going to a collage of funk musicians including Prince, Cameo, The Gap Band, The Ohio Players, Chuck Brown, etc. But my back has started seizing up. :-(

So here's a picture of the man who, in my opinion, is the Godfather of Funk Music. George Clinton. Atomic Dog is a masterpiece of funk music. It's one of my all time favorite songs.LOVE IT TO DEATH!!!!

Have I told you

That I make me sick?

Sometimes I do.

When I'm online.

And someone asks me how I am or where I've been because they haven't seen me in forever.

Then I start complaining about my back. Or my neck. Or my knees. Or whatever.

I've never liked people who always answer the question "How are you?" with their sob story OTW.

I feel like that's who I'm becoming.

And I hate it.

ANYWAY

6 days before school starts.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The fuckers expect me to buy the boy 2 packs of crayons & a pack of crayons. Yes. It's on the list like that. Wait, let me copy the entire list. I will list in bold what I am going to buy:

#2 pencils (NO mechanical pencils)
Markers
Loose leaf paper
3 inch binder
4 pocket folders with brads
Crayons
2 boxes of crayons
2 boxes of Kleenex
Hand Sanitizer
Cleaning Wipes

Pencils. That's it. He's going into sixth grade. I've been buying binders, crayons, folders & shit for 5 years. Usually the folders are 10 for $?? so we have plenty of folders. Same with the paper. I have packs upon packs of looseleaf paper.

The only thing he actually uses (or loses) are pencils.

I can't tell you how many packs of fucking crayons I've bought. And WHY does he need crayons in 6th grade? By the time I was taking Algebra, I didn't color anything with crayons. (They had some Algebra last year. 5th grade. Can you believe that shit? It's like now they're only teaching the kids what they need to know to pass the standardized tests. Sonofabitchcasswholefuckers.)

I bought extra binders last year. He totally demolished 2 of them. But the rest he still has. They always ask for all of this shit that they never use.

I refuse to buy paper towels, hand sanitizer, cleaning wipes or any of the other shit that they pile up and let ANYONE IN THE SCHOOL WHO NEEDS IT USE IT.

I'm not buying school supplies for all of the kids in the 6th grade.

I remember once in 3rd grade I got a note saying that he needed more crayons. I went to the school. His crayons were barely used. So, obviously, I didn't buy any more fucking crayons.

School shopping was always my favorite part of the new school year. New clothes, new binders, etc. But I didn't go to primary school in the south. Anything my mother bought, I used. And I didn't share with the class at large.

That totally pisses me off.

Anyway.

My mother bought the boy some new sneakers this summer. Because she hated his black Reeboks. She doesn't think children should wear black. I wasn't allowed to wear black until my father died and I needed black for his funeral.

Anyway, she bought some WHITE size 7 sneakers. Which makes his huge feet look even bigger, LOL. He came home like "I TRIED to get her to buy black, but she wouldn't. So we had to go to all these shoe stores before she found some she liked."

I said "Well, she can keep your white sneakers clean. That's why I buy black, so we won't see all the dirt on them."

She's a freak.

Anyway, we're going out this weekend to get him some new school clothes even though the last thing he needs is more clothes. I just feel like he should have a new outfit for the first day. I always did...