Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Is It Cougar Season??

Warning: This is a huge rant with lots of colorful language and childish point-of-views.... make sure you can handle it before you proceed. And since you've been warned, no whining.

Okay...I've got to blog about this. I've tried, and tried, and tried to just not give a shit. I can't let it go. I don't care how crazy that apparently makes me. It's disgusting, it's wrong and it's creepy......

My baby brother (21--an immature 21, let's call him 17ish) is living with (when I say living with, I obviously mean "being molested by") a woman that was about 20 when he was born. When I say about 20, it's because her aged isn't exactly known. She's says shes 36, but small-town chronologics (I know this isn't a word....it is now. Use it.) say otherwise. Being from a small town, we're talking no more than 1200 people-- everyone knows everyone, and who their brothers, sisters, cousins, ex-boyfriends, best friends, enemies, etc. are. Basically you can't cheat on your boyfriend without him finding out WHILE it's happening. Not that I would know.

Anyways, hick-ville math: I'm 26 and graduated in 2003. I have no recollection of her 'group' so she's too old for me to remember her in her youth. She's a skank so she partied well into and out of my day. The Husband is 29 and graduated in 2001 after "taking a year off" (hahahaha! We'll talk about that later.), and he knows she's older than his oldest brother. The Husband's oldest brother is 35 and graduated in 1993, which is about the time her little brother graduated, so I know she's older than that. My uncle is 39 and graduated in 1990, and can kind of remembers her....so that's putting her between 38 (she's a few yrs. older than her brother who is 36ish) and 40. A mutual friend said she just turned 40 in July. So there you have it. Small-Town Chronologics. *Gasp* I feel inbred just proof-reading that.

So she's 38-40, has a 14 year old and an 8 year old....that's right folks. If you did quick math just now, The Brother is closer in age to her 14yr old son. Weird enough? No?? Well, this same woman, a decade ago, (allegedly--I would bet my left boob that it's true) engaged in a 3some with a good family friend and our cousin--who was raised in our home from the time he was 14, so he's more like a brother. (Gawd, we are rednecks. Where's that sawed off shotgun so I can end this misery???!!) Still not weird enough? She's less than 10 years younger than my mother. "Brother, that's like doing your mom...I don't care how fake her tits are." Yeah, that was a real statement. Yep, you guessed it...that didn't go over so well. Neither did the comment I left on his New Years status (facebook)....it said, "I love my girlfriend's big, fake boobs...oh yea, Happy New Year." So instantly I said, "Is that sorta like a '67 chevy with a brand new tranny????" That got me deleted. I fought the urge. I did, but my wits are meant to be shared with the world. What can I say??

They can't possibly have anything real in common. They are generations apart. Besides the lack of things in common, in a developmental sense: she's so far ahead of him. There's no possible way they connect. I know this woman. As a matter of fact, knowing her history (she dated a junior in high school while working as the high school secretary...classy chick, ey?), when The Brother turned 18, I warned her to stay away. And don't get me totally wrong, for 40--she looks ok. What about when he's 30 and she's 50? 40 and 60?? He has so much to learn and live...She's already trashed her twenties, dreaded her 30s, made a career, had kids, been married and divorced, fell down and picked herself up and has become as close to an adult as she will. What about him? Why would she rape him of that chance? All to fuck a kid? Hells bells...I'm all for dipping in the kiddy pool to feel young again, but you don't become a regular...and you sure as shit don't shack one up in the toy room for you to play with at your disposal. There's laws against that shit, right?? AND HIM???! BARF. There's nothing wrong with bending Mrs. Robinson over to show her the innovations she's missed over the last couple of decades, but you don't volunteer yourself to feed her jello. Am I wrong??

Right now he has no job, no income and lives with this old lady. His car needs tires that he obviously can't afford to buy, so my mother trucks him in between towns when he's ready to come home for a few hours or whatever. Mom is obviously paying his car payment, car insurance, and that oh-so-necessary iphone bill. He's a user, and it's disgusting...I'm stick of it. By the time I was his age, I had been working for 7ish years. I had anywhere from 2-4 jobs and made my way. My parents were SO strict on my bills, it cause me physical illness. Seriously---panic attacks and migraines. At 18. Nice, huh? One time, I was a day late on my car payment. The loan had my mother's name as co-signer, and she threatened and followed me wanting to take my car--even though the bank's grace period hadn't even come close to being up. I had to sell my diamond jewelry that I got for my birthday, some cds, clothes and other random junk a teenager shouldn't HAVE to part with. She didn't like me, what I was doing with my life at the time, and who I was dating. So? She did everything in her power to make my life suck. And when I let it get to me, it did. Mostly because I felt so alone. And this same woman, the SAME mother is totally okay with the cougar situation. Mom and Mrs. Wrinkle Face are friends on Facebook, have gone out on a weekend night together, sat together at The Brother's softball games and who knows what else (they try to keep me in the dark)....ewww. I'm a mother. I have a son. Just thinking about it in a hypothetical sense, I want to slay a bitch. I can't imagine being ok with some woman close to my age pawing on my son.  It's like molestation. It makes me question my mother's sanity. I'm supposed to be the crazy one, and yet I'm pretty confident that I'm the only one with a functioning brain.

So, my brother and I fight about it when he's actually not banning me from his life. My mother and I fight about it, because she's his all mighty protector. The kid could spread shit on the walls and she would be the first in line to pay to see it. It doesn't matter how wrong something is, if The Brother partakes, The Mother agrees. These people are driving me crazy. They get together and discuss how nuts I am. "What is your problem with her??!" Other than her wrinkled parts on my brother's diapered parts????? Too much? I'm straight like that. It's not like a haircut I don't care for or a shirt I think he should return.... Not to mention what kind of issues she must have if she doesn't see a problem bringing a 21 yr old child into her childrens' lives as a 2ndary role. There has to be something screwy up there. I hear, "Why is that your problem?" Well let's see...why is this my problem?? It's a life decision that effects us all. He's bringing someone into our family. They LIVE together..not just hang out on weekends. The holidays were so uncomfortable. The lack of conversation about holiday plans because no one wants to "piss me off" when I hear Old-Sluts-McGee is involved. I don't expect my parents to be mean or rude, but why engage at all? They sure were assholes to My Husband until 2 years into our relationship. This whole cougar thing is just gross. Not that I care what people think, but it is embarrassing hearing the comments and getting asked my opinion on it. I've kept it to myself or amongst close family for long enough...I've got to get outside views.

How long am I supposed to wait patiently for this to blow over?? It's been 6(ish?) months....

Do I even have the right to condemn this relationship?
Honestly, I don't want to have a conversation with him until she is gone. That's not fair is it? I can't help it. I try, really I do. But I can't go deeper than small talk, because a live-in girlfriend is a pretty big part of his life. A part I would like to set on fire.... (no threats. I'm a lover. But if she experiences self-combustion, I'm not putting her out.)

How do I connect with my mother on this? I don't want her to give him the hard time she game me, but why make it so easy for them (ie driving him around, paying his bills, etc.)?? I don't even want her to be mad at my brother. I get it, he's her baby....but for fuck's sake tag a cougar, ya know??? Instead she puts junk on facebook like, 'it's a new year and some people are going to let old arguments...' blah blah I don't remember. She did end it with a pitiful sad-face. That was posted only minutes after the last insane confrontation I had with The Brother...because of course, the first thing that he does is turn me in. It's so easy to stay young when you're constantly pulled into adolescent situations. AND I HATE when it feels like she backs him against me....I was having a shit sundae of a day and her post was the cherry on top. So I exploded. I'm not one to blast personal drama on FB, but I lost control. This was my comment on her status:

"don't be a vagina. say my name. i don't care. new beginnings is exactly what i'm taking on. i'm cutting people from my life that only cause me stress and hassle. you may be okay with your son being molested by a 40 year old woman but i am not. i've waited patiently for months for this to pass but i'm done. i'm out. you know it's wrong, but you're so afraid of making him angry at you that you pretend it's 'whatever makes him happy.' what about when i had to sell my jewelry, clothes and other items an 18 yr old girl shouldn't have to give up just to keep a car even though it wasn't late with the bank? and why? so you wouldn't take it because i was dating a man (who is now the father of my children) you didn't like!!!!!!!!!!! what about that hell????? that wasn't nearly as destructive. and i had to FIGHT. you're LETTING a woman who is less than 10 yrs younger than YOU house your son. and why??? because you can sleep a little easier knowing that 1. she's too old to knock up. 2. he's being mothered when you're not around. you're just as disgusting and i'm thru. hello facebook, look who has had enough and has lost their temper????!!! am i really living in the middle of a back-door, hillbilly hoe-down, maury povich worthy drama???? i'm supposed to be the crazzzy one??? i think i'm the only one with a functioning brain."

Yep. I blew up. Should a person talk with such a sharp tongue to the person that granted them life?
Nope. My temper absolutely did get the best of me, but I still hold my opinion. And there was nothing but truth in those harsh words, no matter how quickly she deleted it. They all know I'm right, and I hate saying that because I'm not a "right fighter," but it feels like it's so black and white. Simple. Easy. I don't want everyone to trash talk The Brother and hate on him, or whatever else.....I just want someone to say, "Gross. What is wrong with that woman that she's okay sexing a child???" That's all. Just say it's wrong and don't make things convenient and joyous... If he's bummed that he can't interact as a couple with the family...he'll be pissed for a while, but he will find a different counter-part.
 

Who knows?? Maybe I'm looking at this all wrong....I know my bloggy friends will set me straight...so have at it!

I know I feel loads better spitting it out there. 















PS: I'm sending this over to Sara at Sara's Organized Chaos for her video edition of Dear Sara....man I hope my lamb-whore leader (or other lamb whores) has some words for me.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

I Have to Share::.

Merry Christmas to you.....

http://www.couponcabin.com/

Musings of a Delinquent::This Santa is a FAKE!!!::.

I've been missing again. No worries. I'm alive. I've been keeping up on everyone's blog and commenting when I can think of something witty. I just haven't been in the writing spirit--probably because the Christmas spirit finally hit me. I've been Martha Stewart-ing it up in my house:
1. chocolate truffles--thanks Sara!<---she's muther chucking hilarious. Visit her, I command you.
2. oreo truffle cupcakes (I saw these in the blog world somewhere and CANNOT remember where I found them...If these amazing mouthgasms are your creation, comment and claim your thunder for the sake of Baby Infant Jesus.)
3.  homemade mistletoe
4. homemade ornaments for Haven's classmates, teacher, and principal. (kiss-ass.)
5. Haven's Christmas party where......are you ready for this?? This is good. I mean it's REALLY good......










This Santa?? Recognize him??? Yea. That's The Husband! He was the star of "Santa Says." See the block headed kid to the right of him?? This kid gave him the HARDEST time. "YOU'RE A FAKE!! I see the strings to your fake beard!!!" Followed by the "I've got my eyes on you" hand signal. He continued harassing him. Fucking hilarious! Haven knew it was her dad right away. "DAD! I know it's you. I can tell by your BIG, DARK eyebrows!" Ahhh! I love it. The Mr. is Cherokee Indian and Portuguese...and rather dark complected--they weren't buying it. Most were cool with it though, and others, like said punk, I encouraged Santa to whisper traumatizing slurrs. He didn't. Wuss. 

Speaking of Santa--I don't know what in the hell has gotten into me, but I've had ninja Christmas moves. I mean I'm the Jackie Chan of deals, UPS luck and wrapping this year. Shizz be done. Well... two packages arrive tomorrow. I could wrap those in my sleep by now. I locked myself in the bedroom tonight  with some wine after The Husband pissed me off. I turned on the 90s on satellite radio and wrapped my happy little ass to Christmas cheer. Not only did I pounce, spank, choke the whole Christmas present wrapping thing--I also got all of my kickass shutterfly Christmas cards out in time apparently. I got all kinds of FB messages today about how cute they are---and Dude...they are. This was the first Christmas card we have ever sent out. I mean that wasn't your general Ho Ho Ho! shizz--they're personalized with pictures...and I used pictures I took, so double whipped cream spankings. You can see it here. Inside is their picture with Santa printed in B&W on the upper flap. Totes. 

I'll catch up on the 31 Day Photo Challenge in a few days--probably the 24th. Slacker...I know.


Monday, December 20, 2010

31 Day Photo Challenge::Day 20::.

Day 20: A Photo of a place you would like to travel












I found this photo through google here: http://questionshaveanswers.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-were-galapagos-islands-important-to.html


When I was in the third grade, our class was assigned reports on random locations. It was all official like--we drew from a hat and everything. I drew Galapagos Islands, and I remember thinking what the fuck?! Ok I probably didn't use such colorful words, but you get my general point...Anyways, being the superb student I was, I did my research--found that there were giant turtles, and I was hooked. In middle school-ish I learned about Darwin and what a mind romp he was. Fascinating! I've been in love ever since.

One day.....one day I will have saved enough pennies and I will take my mini scientist there. You see, Haven is hooked, too. Example: While searching for this pretty photo above, Haven happened to glance and see a few photos...immediately she spouts, "HEY! GALAPAGOS! Why are you looking at The Galapagos Islands?????" She's six. Yep. She's going to get a wedgie or two......and then grow up to be a famous oceanographer (this is a real aspiration of hers) at which point she can give the wedgies. BUT I SWEAR ON ALL THAT IS HOLY, I WILL PUT GUM IN THE HAIR OF ANY CHILD OF ANY AGE (0-90) THAT HARASSES EITHER OF MY CHILDREN....AND PSYCHO RANT...OFF.











PS: Nope, I wasn't bullied. I was on the other side. I was that little bitch in class you wish you could have punched in the lunch line, went all Carry on at Prom, and prayed would get VD. Ok, I wasn't THAT bad, but being an adult and looking back---kids are assholes. I mean ASSHOLES. And I don't want my children to be on either side of situations like that. So in my blossoming knowledge of how to treat other humans, I've been extremely thorough on self-respect, respect for others and kindness when teaching my children. I think it's my job as a parent to prepare my humans for society---and I think we all can agree that we have enough fuck ups in the world without releasing a few more delinquents. So that's my parenting philosophy.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

31 Day Photo Challenge::Day 19::.

Day 19: A Picture and a Letter
















Dear Mom,
I'm not okay with our relationship. I feel like you don't 'get' me or want to. Seriously sometimes it seems like you would rather be walking rabid dogs than spending time with me, listening to my 'weird' jokes. It used to REALLY bother me, and I guess it still does, but I've pretty much callused. I think it's weird that this kink in our relationship only comes to head once in awhile--the rest of the time we converse like mere acquaintances to keep from getting too deep into each other's lives, pissing one another off. Even in this picture (and most with the two of us)--you look like you hate life.*Sigh* But you're the only Mom I have, and I'm lucky to have a mother at all. Besides, the mother/daughter relationships in movies are probably just as fairy tale as some prince waking a dead girl with his lips.



31 Day Photo Challenge::Day 17 & 18

Day 17: A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.






 Okay, this is a shot of me ripping out the disgusting carpet that once haunted my living room...see that retro stove behind me? Yep, that's gone too. Now lies beautiful floating floor and no sign of that ridiculous stove. (And one day there will be a fireplace where it once stood! hahaha!) Remind me to add a photo later. This made an impact on my life, you ask? Fuck yes it did. I feel peace in that room now...and it's so much more sanitary...whew! Relax.



Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity




















I went back and fourth on this one...I couldn't settle between my nose and my chub. Haha don't judge..everyone has their own private terrors. I went with the schnoz, because even if I went all hard body perfect, I would still have this giant lump distorting my face. :) Really, it doesn't bother me that much, but I had to choose something. So there you have it: I hate my ass, but I hate it a little less than I hate my nose.





Thursday, December 16, 2010

31 Day Photo Challenge::Day 16::.

Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you
Someone who inspires me? Hmmmm.... this may be an odd answer, but:


These two little people inspire me in ways no one else ever could. They inspire me to be a better person for them. Every ounce of me loves these children and I would do anything to give them the best life possible. 



31 Day Photo Challange/Catch Up Because I'm a Slacker::.

I'm SO behind... I've had this ready to post for a couple of days now. I seen it streaming around and it looks fun, so I'm in-- even though I have some catching up to do. Hang with me and you shall receive a cookie (not really.).


Day 01 - A picture of yourself with ten random facts

 




















1. I am a Capricorn
2.  I love to write poetry
3. I used to dream of being an actress
4. I've been married since 7/15/2006
5. I'm a sucker for boys who sing
6. My favorite holiday is Halloween
7. I believe in peace 
8. I sleepwalk--it's creepy.
9. I'm double jointed all over--hips, shoulders, thumbs
10. I'm one of those Twilight weirdos

Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest

 











No one has known me longer than the Parents.

Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show
I LOVE to laugh--so naturally my favorite show it Saturday Night Live. I'm an Andy Samberg freak. I would have his love-child. 



Day 04 - A picture of your night


 















Our Christmas tree. We bought this our first Christmas together back in 2003. I believe this will be her last year. I think I'll still keep it and put it up somewhere...there's no rule about too many trees. Now that the kids are older we may be able to go to a real tree. My Father (aka Clark Griswold) has given me a hard time every year about this piece of plastic. I grew up with a real tree--finding the right one, trimming it perfectly--it was a HUGE deal. So I'm excited to get back to tradition.


Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory

 




















This day obviously ranks extra high. I love this Dude. 



Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day
Chelsea Handler. She's hilarious. Enough said.



Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item

 

















I'm not real big on 'things' but I choose my rings, because they symbolize our .l.o.v.e.


Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh

 












After sent to her room for some 'chill out time' this is what we found. This was a few months ago. I still laugh every time I see it!

Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most

 
















My Husband is probably the only person on the planet that understands my weird and how I think. He gets it and he STILL loves me?? Definite keeper.


Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the craziest things with

 




















This is the BFF. She's wild and crazy which is why I keep her around. 

Day 11 - A picture of something you hate
War. Cliche? I don't care. It's the truth. 


Day 12 - A picture of something you love
The Fam[ily]

Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist

We've discussed this sickness. 



Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without

 
















My children of course I COULD NOT live without. The Husband, I couldn't imagine being without. He is my support. Not everyone is as lucky as I am, I don't want to ever let him go.


Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die
 
 Pretty self-explanatory. I want that rush I hear about. So, Sky-Diving...it's on the bucket-list.  

I'm sure that was long and boring...treat yourself for making it through! Now tomorrow I can start fresh with day 16. I'm interested to read and see what my bloggy friends will post. So, if you're interested:

Day 01 - A picture of yourself with ten random facts
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest
Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show
Day 04 - A picture of your night
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory
Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item
Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh
Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most
Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the craziest things with
Day 11 - A picture of something you hate
Day 12 - A picture of something you love
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist
Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die
Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you
Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently
Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity
Day 19 - A picture and a letter
Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book
Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change
Day 25 - A picture of your day
Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member
Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of
Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile
Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss
Day 31 - A picture of yourself