Shirley Valentine

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o effing Frontierville is experiencing major issues. Every time I load the page, it tells me it's lost my internet connection.

*sigh*

Did I tell you that Frontierville is the only game I'm playing now? No more Farmville or CafeWorld or Mafia Wars.

Whatever.

So while I was wondering WTF I was going to do, a movie that I've seen in the past came on & I watched it again. It's called Shirley Valentine.

It's the story of a middle aged woman living her life in Great Britain. She's a housewife with 2 grown children and a husband. She gets through her days by talking to the wall.

THE WALL.

There's no one else to talk to. Her kids are out of the house & her husband... just isn't there to listen to her anymore.

Shirley's only friend wins an all expense paid trip to Greece for 2 weeks, and invites Shirley to go with her.

She does. :-)

I love this movie so much. I love that the 4th wall is broken constantly. I love that we are privy to Shirley's interior monologue while she's talking to The Wall or The Rock or whatever she's talking to.

I love the story.

As a soon to be middle aged woman, I can appreciate it so much more than I did in my twenties. I've tried not to be one of those women who lives only to take care of her children and/or husband. I don't think I am, but what will I do when Evan really moves out?

Will I ever leave the house? Will I ever go on a real "vacation"? Will I actually "live" the life that I have left?

That is what Shirley faces in the movie. When she finally gets to Greece, she realizes that with her kids grown & living their own lives, she really doesn't have anything to go back to at the end of the vacation.

The entire story is told with some flashbacks to the girl that Shirley used to be, and the young woman she used to be. She used to be sassy. She used to be daring. On her 2 week vacation, Shirley "gets her groove back" and wants to be Shirley Valentine (maiden name) again.

I think this is one of the few "chick flicks" that I actually like. If you happen to see it on your TV Schedule, you should definitely watch it or record it.

♥♥♥♥ out of 4. Put it in your Netflix queue!

It's Friday!

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ou know what that means, right? 48 uninterrupted hours with my handsome & surly teen who is acting so teenagery that I want to send him somewhere ELSE for about 5 years. Maybe 10.

It also means it's time for High Fives! In no particular order, here they are. :-)

Unattended children will be shot - Amy Oops

Caught spying on student, FBI demands tracker back - Wired

One of the most offensive blog posts I've ever read. I just need other people to see it, LOL. Watch out reading other posts on the blog, seriously. There's a picture somewhere a few posts down that shows "white meat". It completely caught me off guard. You have been warned.

Just in case you weren't feeling too old today - Amy Oops


I'm mad at you, love your daughter - Cardiogirl

When I'm bored

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nd not in the mood to read, unable to sleep, & unwilling to watch some of my DVR Crap... I go online and post random shit to my friends, LOL.

One of my friends (Evan's future MIL) hasn't been online much lately because of a job or something ridiculous like that. Anyway, she came back to say why she hasn't been around and that she felt out of the loop.

I posted this:



Now I'm off to return my library books & go to Wal-Mart for some ground beef.

I'm hoping it will inspire me to actually cook something since I don't think my baby has had any home cooked meals this month, LOL. I mean it has either been take-out or I fried some chicken but no side dishes. Poor kid has been eating cereal & scrambled eggs for 2 weeks.

At least with ground beef in the house, he can make himself a hamburger. :-)

Ta!

Just a quickie

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o I went to my doctor's office today about my right foot. Got the x-ray.

First, this was a new physician's assistant. I am SOOOOOOOO GLAAAAAAAAADDDDDD! I hated that little skinny bitch who used to work there, LOL. I'd make sure the doctor was in before I made an appt because I hated her so much. She prescribed antibiotics for every fucking thing and couldn't prescribe narcotics, so what's the point?

Entyway, my doc looked @ my x-ray & said "There's no fracture, but your foot is a little deformed, so I'm sending your x-rays to a (whatever they are... orthopedic specialist?) and I'll call you Monday to see if we need to do anything else.

I can tell you right now that we're not doing anything else because I'm not having surgery unless it's life or death.

Apparently, another splendid side effect of Multiple Sclerosis is bone deformation in extreme cases.

...

It's rare, but it happens.

Whatever. Unless my foot starts growing out of control, I will not do anything about it. Why? I'm still walking. It's not life or death. Fuck it.

Anyway, the PA came back in to wrap my foot. She told me to keep it elevated as much as possible.

She said, and I quote, "It has to be elevated above your heart when you're lying down, so just make sure it's up higher than your nipples."

!!!!!!!!!!

I was so surprised to hear that I didn't even react to it, LOL. I said "I always sleep with two pillows under my feet anyway, so that's no problem."

OMG. I have to elevate my feet above my nipples.

Good to know, LOL.

Anyway, I got a script for Ambien, so I'm fiddnuh take one and get some geedee sleep that hopefully isn't interrupted every other hour.

Nite!

Evan's teacher said "Nigger"

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hat would you do if your child came home and told you that?

I only ask because Evan's English class is studying "To Kill A Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. I just googled it and the word "Nigger" is said 48 times in the book.

Whatever.

The point is the teacher says "Nigger" or "N-Word". (I'm really not clear on which she says because Evan always says "N-Word" and I got tired of trying to understand that particular technicality of the story.) Then everyone in the class turns to look at Evan because he's the only black kid in the class.

Now, my personal opinion is that it's literature. If she's saying "N-word" when she means "Nigger" and every single person in the class school is reading (or has read) TKAM and the word nigger then WTF? It's stupid. Not to mention that this IS the south and "Nigger" is still used by some white people whether they are trying to offend or just referring to a black person and some black people use it as a term of endearment towards each other - a subject for another post when I'm PMSing or something...

Anyway, the point is that all these 15/16 year olds here have heard "Nigger" before. Or "Nigga", because they ALL listen to rap music. I hear it when they're blasting their radio in the Wal-Mart parking lot.

Have I mentioned that I can't stand Political Correctness BULLSHIT? If you mean "Nigger", say it. See what happens. ;-p

Anyway, if the teacher is saying "Nigger" when discussing the book, it still doesn't bother me because she's talking about the book.

I asked Evan what he thought.

He basically said he didn't care if she said "N-word" or "Nigger" because she's talking about the book. He just wishes everyone would stop turning to look at him when she says it.

Evan - It's like they expect me to get up and start cussing the teacher out or something.
Me - Do you want me to go to the school & talk to the principal or the teacher about it? Or do you want to switch English classes?
Evan - No. I don't think I'd like the other teacher, and they're reading the same book and I'd still be the only black kid in there.

So...

If the only thing bothering him is everyone else's reaction to hearing "Nigger" or "N-word" then he'll just have to deal, right?

I was usually the only black kid in all of my classes until 7th grade when I started being bussed from my neighborhood to "the black neighborhood". I honestly never paid attention to it until I was 15 & moved here (to the south) and realized that racism was still alive and flourishing. I found this out when the first white boy I liked down here told me (basically) "I don't like you in that way, but my black best friend does." I thought "Oh, so it's not OK for me to like a white boy here?"

*sigh*

I don't know what I should do.

If anything.

Some shit you just have to learn to deal with.

If, on the other hand, it bothered Evan, I'd be there in a hot second to get the teacher fired for being racially insensitive or whatever the fuck. I might even get some money if I sued.

I could end up on Larry King!

OMG.

I should totally sue.

;-p

What do you think?

Just to be clear, I'm NOT asking if you think I should sue. I'm asking what, if anything, you would do were you in my situation.

God hates my feet.

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hat's the only explanation I have for what the everloving hell is going on with my feet.

Yesterday, I was walking down the stairs, my ankle twisted and I fell.

No biggie. I mean, it hurt, but I was able to "sit" down immediately instead of falling all the way down the stairs and re-break my coccyx.

I have no proof that I actually broke my tailbone, because I refused to go to the ER and get an X-ray on my butt. I just know it hurt for months. Especially when it rained.

Anyway, it was 7 pm so... I just did what I normally do at that time which is watch TV, LOL.

I just got up. Had to go upstairs to use the bathroom.

OH.MY.GOD it freaking hurts! My right foot.

Remember I'm still healing from the stitches that my mother gave me when she tried to cut off my foot. Thankfully, it's mainly stopped bleeding. I've been extra lazy this week, LOL.

Anyway, called MD and she just got her eyes dialated so she can't drive me to my doctor's office and I really don't want to go to the effing ER again this year, let alone this month.

My doctor is not in today anyway. I made an appointment for tomorrow because there's an x-ray place right beside his office.

*sigh*

As long as it doesn't start hurting more, I don't think one more day will hurt anything.

I'm going to prop up both of my feet and finish reading The Wish List by Eoin Colfer. (Evan got the Artemis Fowl books for Christmas one year and I enjoyed reading them. I think he read one of them...)

That is all.

Happy Birthday to me!

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n my actual birthday (10/10), I slept all day. Literally. I woke up to go to the bathroom & long enough for Evan to offer to scramble some eggs for me, but I mainly slept.

This is a VAST improvement on the past few years when my knees were on fire or my back was killing me or I was throwing up or running to the terlet from the trots.

I will be happy to spend the next 5 birthdays in bed, LOL. Preferably not alone, but beggars can't be choosers.

So yesterday my mother took me for my birthday lunch at Cracker Barrel because a) She hates it and we haven't been there in years and 2) it was my "Birthday Lunch" so I got to pick the place.

I had Apple Streusel French Toast. It was sooooooooo good! I couldn't finish it all, but I wanted to. I even left some bacon on the plate *gasp*

Then we went to Wal-Mart & I finally gave in and got some bottle tops for cans because freaking Evan opens 97 cans of soda and leaves them all over the place to be knocked over or lose the fizz.

They work! I opened a soda last night, slept all night (can you believe I slept all night? Well, from 2 am to 7 am, but whatever.) it still had all the fizz like I'd just opened it. Nothing leaked when I drank from it. I love them! 12 to a pack.

When I got home I finally looked my phone & my niece was finally coming to pick up the outfits I got for Aniyah.

She wanted nothing to do with me yesterday! But she was all over Evan. I might have been more upset had I not been so freaking sleepy, LOL.

In actuality, she was just waking up from a nap (that's what happens when a baby goes on a longish car ride) so she'd sit with me for a minute but then go back to someone else.

Then she started drooling and since it's been 14+ years since I've had to deal with drool I was cool with her dissing me. ;-P

Anyway, my back is beginning to hurt, so I'm going back to bed even though I should be emptying my cabinet of all my old pots & pans & replacing them with the new ones Mommy Dearest gave me.

Whatever. They'll still be there when I feel like getting to it.

Ta!

Yummy for my tummy, bad for my thighs

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ent to Wal-Mart today.

I got 3 outfits for my niece.

On the way out I stopped by the bakery to see if they had my favorite blueberry muffins.

Big Mistake.

Look what I found:



So, I ate one.

Oh my freaking Gawd. So good. The peanut butter was salty & the chocolate had a good flavor (not like some cheap chocolate tastes) and they were yeast donuts (my favorites) and not cake donuts.

I hope they don't have them next time I go to Wal-Mart.

I'll gain 30 lbs & spend major money on some shit I don't need.

I'm going to dream about those donuts...

It wasn't a scam!

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heee! I finally got out of bed today (2 pm) to find that PostZoom actually did send me the $100, LOL.

In other news, I went out for lunch with Mommy Dearest to celebrate my windfall. I put on actual shoes for the first time since I got the stitches originally. When I got home, I realized that the steri-strips that they had put on my foot after they took the stitches out were bloody.

Yay.

Went back to the damned ER (3rd time this week) and they basically said that they couldn't use steri strips or anything on my foot for this and I just had to keep it clean & shit.

Did I mention that my foot swelled to 600 lb cousin size? Both of my feet were swollen, but my left foot was ginormous.

I don't even know why.

Surely walking into and out of the Chinese restaurant wasn't enough to cause that amount of swelling?

*sigh*

Whatever. Another excuse to not do the laundry or anything else of value until my foot looks more normalish.

This scar that I'm going to have is one gross motherfucker.

I took a picture when I got to the ER yesterday.

Look away now if you're squeamish because it really is gross and looks much worse up close than it does when I'm looking at it as I clean it with Hydrogen Peroxide and put the damned Bacitracin on it.

My foot @ the ER



My Foot 2 minutes ago



Anyway, I really am going to try to stay off my feet and read the books I got from the library last week or whatever.

Hope to have better news next week!

I just won $100 from PostZoom!!!!!

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k, so at some point this month (September) I decided to join PostZoom since I wasn't using Entrecard anymore and I wanted some more visitors.

I won $100!!!!!!!!!

My post "My Mother Tried to Cut My Foot Off" was the most viewed post this month!

Click to enlarge.



I'd like to thank PostZoom for getting me some new readers, even if it was just for September. I'd like to thank my Faithful Readers who've been with me through all the template changes and complaints about my MS, my son & all the other shit I complain about on a regular basis. Most of all, I'd like to thank my mother (aka Mommy Dearest) for injuring me so bad that I had to get stitches and then write about it on my blog and win $100.

Now I get to buy my great niece a new outfit, or get Evan those headphones he's been wanting forever.

Or.

Rent myself a man whore for the night.

What do you think I should do?

BTW, I'll let you know if I actually get the money, LOL.