When some feel blessed, I feel lucky.
When some thank God for good friends, I thank the friends for being good.
When some lean on God to get them through, I find strength within myself to get through.
When some leave it up to God to decide, I make a difficult decision myself.
When some ask a pastor what God says is right, I follow my heart to what I know is right.
And when some wait for an eternity of reward, I try to live my own rewards now.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
Conversation between me and Tom
Me: I'm having memory problems. I forget things all the time, even when I'm not drinking.
Tom: It's a brain cloud!
Me: It's not a brain cloud!
Tom: You have to jump into a volcano!
Tom: It's a brain cloud!
Me: It's not a brain cloud!
Tom: You have to jump into a volcano!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Baby names I didn't get to use
Insomnia post part II
Twin girls:
Ivy and Evie (short for Evelyn)
Twin boys:
Joseph (Joey) and Henry (Joey Ramone and Henry Rollins)
Intersex baby:
Casey Lee
boy:
Russell
Donny Lee
girl:
Shane Ellen
I have no names for twins with mismatched junk. :(
Twin girls:
Ivy and Evie (short for Evelyn)
Twin boys:
Joseph (Joey) and Henry (Joey Ramone and Henry Rollins)
Intersex baby:
Casey Lee
boy:
Russell
Donny Lee
girl:
Shane Ellen
I have no names for twins with mismatched junk. :(
Labels:
babies,
hypotheticals,
insomnia,
oh dear god not again
Party Planning
I was just told that Tommy wants a Godzilla party for his birthday and Danny wants a dinosaur party. Now, their birthdays are 2 days apart so it's going to be the first party. And you'd think I could just make one party and tell the other kid that Godzilla is a T Rex or that the T Rex is Godzilla, but I can't. Tommy knows the difference and he is very insistent that everyone else know it, too. Godzilla has pokey spikes! And he stands up straight like me!
So I will probably end up throwing a very generic dinosaur party with google image pictures of Godzilla printed out on the invitations and hung on the wall, too. I sense lots of clashing birthday parties in my future. Much like last year's Spongebob/Gummibar party. And now, to help with that imagery, here's the Gummibar singing about his pacifier.
So I will probably end up throwing a very generic dinosaur party with google image pictures of Godzilla printed out on the invitations and hung on the wall, too. I sense lots of clashing birthday parties in my future. Much like last year's Spongebob/Gummibar party. And now, to help with that imagery, here's the Gummibar singing about his pacifier.
Friday, May 18, 2012
maggie jean!
Hee hee. These posts make Maggie's phone beep. I'm drunk with power. Or with xanax and alcohol. You have no idea what a relif it was when Whitney Houston popped positive for cocaine. I was getting scared there for a couple days.
insomnia. again
Why does porn always get the new tech first. Video chat, skype, chatroullette, dvds, home video, drive in movies, all of it. Porn is the true visionary industry of the US. Yay naked capitalism!
A xanax and a half, plus 2 beers, will make you forget not to drink or take xanax. I type slow tonight.
My entire calendar is full of other people's medical appointments. My friend's mammogram I'm watching her kid for. My mom's oncology appointments. My kid's check ups and vaccinations. Yet Tom doesn't even text me when he'll be an hour late because he made a doctor appointment. WTF.
I mowed the lawn to feel all manly and competent, and all I feel is out of shape and sore. Goals always tend to look better from the front than from behind. It's a universal sucky truth.
How come my kids can't say anything coherently expect "More chocolate milk" and "macaroni and cheese"? It's creepy and nutritionally void.
A xanax and a half, plus 2 beers, will make you forget not to drink or take xanax. I type slow tonight.
My entire calendar is full of other people's medical appointments. My friend's mammogram I'm watching her kid for. My mom's oncology appointments. My kid's check ups and vaccinations. Yet Tom doesn't even text me when he'll be an hour late because he made a doctor appointment. WTF.
I mowed the lawn to feel all manly and competent, and all I feel is out of shape and sore. Goals always tend to look better from the front than from behind. It's a universal sucky truth.
How come my kids can't say anything coherently expect "More chocolate milk" and "macaroni and cheese"? It's creepy and nutritionally void.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Random thoughts from a sleep-deprived mind
I stopped drinking, and taking Xanax, so I'm having trouble sleeping. So here are some disjointed thoughts from my insomniac brain.
Essential oils aren't essential to anyone. Even a hippy could live without patchouli. The only thing an essential oil is essential to is the thing they wring it out of to sell it to hippies. So ha ha on all the patchouli loving hippies out there funding an entire industry of patchouli killers. You suck out their essence to rub on the unwashed and then the patchoulies all die! Really, wouldn't a Lady Speed Stick be better for everyone?
WTF is a patchouli, anyway? I know what it smells like, but not what it is. And for the record, it smells like a Big Lebowski fan, that's what it smells like.
Why is it that you can drink as much as you want if you never want to drink again but you have to stop drinking in order to retain your capacity to drink? And also, why is it perfectly okay to have a couple glasses of wine after a hard day, but not to drink an equal number of beers, for women anyway?
Essential oils aren't essential to anyone. Even a hippy could live without patchouli. The only thing an essential oil is essential to is the thing they wring it out of to sell it to hippies. So ha ha on all the patchouli loving hippies out there funding an entire industry of patchouli killers. You suck out their essence to rub on the unwashed and then the patchoulies all die! Really, wouldn't a Lady Speed Stick be better for everyone?
WTF is a patchouli, anyway? I know what it smells like, but not what it is. And for the record, it smells like a Big Lebowski fan, that's what it smells like.
Why is it that you can drink as much as you want if you never want to drink again but you have to stop drinking in order to retain your capacity to drink? And also, why is it perfectly okay to have a couple glasses of wine after a hard day, but not to drink an equal number of beers, for women anyway?
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Don't hate the player; hate the game.
Okay we're going to play "Who can stay quiet the longest?" Whoever wins gets a strawberry! Starting.....now!
5 seconds later......
*slap*
"OW!"
"I WIN!!!"
5 seconds later......
*slap*
"OW!"
"I WIN!!!"
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Autopsy relief
I was kinda glad when they found cocaine in Whitney Houston's system. It makes me feel slightly better when I wash my Xanax down with liquor.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
tipsy anti-school ramblings
You know what school does? It squashes the values you teach kids when they're too young for school. Children's television programs encourage them to be independent, free-thinking, creative people. Schools teach them to stand in line and act as a herd. If you teach your kid to read before or above his "class level", he'll be ignored wile they work on the slower learning kids. Part of it is because there's no incentive for teachers to work with advanced kids, only punishments for "failing" the kids who are behind. But part of it is that schools are set up for third graders to work at third grade level. There's no room for third grade kids who work at 6th grade level. I had one of those and when I tried to skip her a grade they gave me the most laughable and outright stupid reasons to deny it. She was smaller than the kids she'd be in class with. So, what?, all kids with dwarfism should be forever trapped in kindergarten, and tall kids should skip middle school altogether? She was emotionally behind them; they'd eat her alive! Translation: all autistic kids should stay in first grade till they age out of public school at 21.
But I remain opposed to home-schooling. Home schooling teaches kids that when the going gets tough, the tough retreat and make their own rules. We don't need to remove our kids from reality; we need to fix reality! I only wish I knew how. I'm sending Tommy to preschool next year, where he'll be turned into a drop in the amorphous "class" blob. I hate it, but it's the lesser of 2 very bad evils. I want him to know the rules and learn the skills, but I wish there was a way to do it without stripping him of his individuality.
But I remain opposed to home-schooling. Home schooling teaches kids that when the going gets tough, the tough retreat and make their own rules. We don't need to remove our kids from reality; we need to fix reality! I only wish I knew how. I'm sending Tommy to preschool next year, where he'll be turned into a drop in the amorphous "class" blob. I hate it, but it's the lesser of 2 very bad evils. I want him to know the rules and learn the skills, but I wish there was a way to do it without stripping him of his individuality.
Labels:
conformism,
fear of change,
herding kids,
home schooling,
nonconformism,
tommy
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
When will he speak English?
Tommy: Mommy, I need a base bore
Me: What? A baseboard?
Tommy (angry):No! A base bore!
Me: A space boar?
Tommy (irate): A base boy!
Me: What the frak is a base boy and why do you need one?
Tommy: A BASE BOY! IN YOU PUTER!
Me: A space bar?
Tommy: *heavy sigh* Yes! I need a base bar for to play my game!
That's when I hear the tiny DJ Lance voice in the background. "Press the space bar to jump." If there were an app to translate from little kid to English, I'd buy an iPhone tomorrow.
Me: What? A baseboard?
Tommy (angry):No! A base bore!
Me: A space boar?
Tommy (irate): A base boy!
Me: What the frak is a base boy and why do you need one?
Tommy: A BASE BOY! IN YOU PUTER!
Me: A space bar?
Tommy: *heavy sigh* Yes! I need a base bar for to play my game!
That's when I hear the tiny DJ Lance voice in the background. "Press the space bar to jump." If there were an app to translate from little kid to English, I'd buy an iPhone tomorrow.
Damn pandas on thehistory channel
I walk into the living room and see that all of the couch pillows (there are about a dozen of them, in lieu of back cushions) are in a pile on one of the sofas, surrounding Tommy.
Me: Tommy, stop building castles out of the pillows.
Tommy: It's not a castle; it's a wall.
Me: Well stop building walls with the pillows. They're for the back of the couches, not to build with.
Tommy: But, Mommy! I'm playing Mongols! I need a wall.
I need to watch less History Channel with Tommy in the room. Either that or he needs to stop watching Kung Fu Panda cartoons.
Me: Tommy, stop building castles out of the pillows.
Tommy: It's not a castle; it's a wall.
Me: Well stop building walls with the pillows. They're for the back of the couches, not to build with.
Tommy: But, Mommy! I'm playing Mongols! I need a wall.
I need to watch less History Channel with Tommy in the room. Either that or he needs to stop watching Kung Fu Panda cartoons.
Labels:
couch pillows,
cute,
history channel,
pandas,
tommy
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