Sunday, January 23, 2011
Corel® PaintShop Photo® Pro X3 Giveaway Thanks to Jessica::.
My new friend Jessica over at Mommy to a Lil Lady[bug] is having a FANTASTIC giveaway: Corel® PaintShop Photo® Pro X3 is up for grabs. I'm constantly editing photos and I go about it the hard way with ghetto editors. I want this program. I need this program. You can go enter, too....although I would be okay if you didn't. ;) Browse Jessica's blog, too. She's always doing giveaways, reviews, she's a Mommy and she's a good little photographer.
Color Splash Sunday::.
I LOVE splash color.... I don't know why I've been such a stranger in CSS. It's one of my favorite editing styles. I chose this picture of Ashton for two reasons:
1. Ashton's face is HIL.AR.IOUS.
2. The blue sky is PERFECT.
You should head over and link up, too. Doooooo it.
Friday, January 21, 2011
SOOC Saturday Week #3 Link Up::.
This is a shot I caught of Ashton while we were out snowing it up. The Husband is running through the snow with rope in hand, over the custom built ramp, with this little guy on the other end. He defiantly got some air! Haven was in on the fun too.
I'm joining my new blog friend, Amy, over at Marvelous Mommy for her Straight Out of the Camera link up. (raw, unedited photos..straight out of your camera!) Go check out the other great photos and link up!
Fix-It Friday::83
Original shot by Angie.
My Edit 1
For this edit, I used simple techniques in Picasa. I brightened the sky, shadowed the harsh lines in the trees for texture and added a slight glow overlay.
My Edit 2
For this edit I used Picnik Editor. I repeated steps from edit 1, added matte frame in a burnt autumn color, soften all lines and used a glow overlay.
My Edit 3
It wouldn't be right if I didn't do a black and white with pop color. It's just me. I use it for everything. I saw the original and fell in love with the green shoes...and with foliage like that, how could I not? To start off, I used the same steps as in edit 1. I then went black and white in Picnik and restored the color in the trees and shoes. Bam.
Check out all the other incredible edits over at iheartfaces for Fix It Friday!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
i[heart]faces::Winter Wonderland
I chose this picture of Ashton for this week's iheartfaces challange. The theme is Winter Wonderland. Go check out the other entries, and get brave and link up.
Oh ya! Don't forget to ENTER IN MY FIRST GIVEAWAY!!!
Monday, January 10, 2011
My First Giveaway!
I'm pimpping myself out...well, not really. I think I'll get more reaction this way (or not? hahah!)........
with my tie-dye skills.
That's right I tie-dye lika hippie flying acid in 1969. Selling my stuff is new and in the making, but you can check some of my work out HERE.
So, I figured what better way to kick it off than a giveaway?? Who doesn't want to hang out in tie-dye? If colors don't make you happy, nothing can. So enter! You can enter by:
That's it! You don't have to write a post, but I appreciate anyone willing to spread the word <3
Giveaway closes 02/17/2011 at 11:59PM Central Time. I'll use random selection to pick the winner.
Leave a comment on this post for each entry completed.
So what do you win???!!
I'm giving away a custom tie-dye youth t-shirt. Completely free. Free shipping, too. Kids love these shirts! You pick your youth size and colors--up to three.
I love to give gifts, so no telling what the winner will end up with.
I will contact the winner via email so be sure to include your email address on at least one of your entries.
Also if you're interested: I can pretty much tie-dye anything, with a HUGE variety of styles and colors, but there are a few examples and suggestions on that link. Check it out and tell yo friends! Good luck!
with my tie-dye skills.
That's right I tie-dye lika hippie flying acid in 1969. Selling my stuff is new and in the making, but you can check some of my work out HERE.
So, I figured what better way to kick it off than a giveaway?? Who doesn't want to hang out in tie-dye? If colors don't make you happy, nothing can. So enter! You can enter by:
- Following me Google Connect
- Leave me a comment on a post other than this one--just say hi! I'm good with that!
- Find me on FaceBook at Live Out Loud Tie-Dye Creations. We have basically 0 fans, so hook a girl up.
That's it! You don't have to write a post, but I appreciate anyone willing to spread the word <3
Giveaway closes 02/17/2011 at 11:59PM Central Time. I'll use random selection to pick the winner.
Leave a comment on this post for each entry completed.
So what do you win???!!
I'm giving away a custom tie-dye youth t-shirt. Completely free. Free shipping, too. Kids love these shirts! You pick your youth size and colors--up to three.
I love to give gifts, so no telling what the winner will end up with.
I will contact the winner via email so be sure to include your email address on at least one of your entries.
Also if you're interested: I can pretty much tie-dye anything, with a HUGE variety of styles and colors, but there are a few examples and suggestions on that link. Check it out and tell yo friends! Good luck!
Spanking Strangers::.
Homeschooling? What do you guys think??
The Husband & I were talking about maybe trying homeschooling with Haven (6) and Ashton (almost 4). Which is weird, because my opinion used the be that homeschooled children become weirdos. Well, now that I have children...I see that they're already weirdos...and I love every second of it! They're curious, smart, funny, polite--and that's a minority around here. We live in a community with lots of crackhead moms, jobless lazies, and abuse--drug and domestic. That's the school district anyways. We actually live close to 10miles out of town. When we bought this house, we were under the impression that we were in another, better funded, school district. So thanks to said crackheads, lazies and abuse there are little fuck-head delinquents running around sharing all sorts of colorful words with my 6 year old. Not only the language just the disrespect in general that most of these kids have. It's awful. I'm sick of explaining to my kids that some people just to know how to treat others and to not be offended by douche-bags.
Yesterday was the last day of Eagle Days, so we took the kids down to The Lodge the view the bald eagles. We hopped around the lake to different displays and sighting spots. (It was really cool (and muther-spanking-cold) and I'll post a few pics at the end. If you make it that far....) After all that fun, we took the kids to lunch at Mcdon's (barf.) to eat and play in the playplace.
They ate first, because I'm a jerk like that, then they were set loose. They aren't perfect, by any means--there are times I would rather duct tape mouths than listen to the arguing--but in normal circumstance, they carry respect. RESPECT. The only rule in our house. "Carry respect for yourself, beliefs, opinions and things, as well as respect for other people, their beliefs, opinions and things." After a few minutes of play some crazy demon-trapped-in-an-8yr-old-boy's-body entered the play zone. He went through his first round where I see in the tubes that he's climbing over and kicking my kids. It's pisses me off, but a foot to the face is expected in those things. Settle Mama. He comes down the slide and shouts, "Ugh, I HATE those kids!!!" The dad? Says nothing. The mom? Says nothing. I'm completely flabbergasted. My kids are looking at me like, "What the fuck is this douche talking about? We're the weirdos? Look at that kid climbing under the slide where it obviously NEVER gets swept. Does this kid have brain damage?!" Maybe I read in a little too deep, but that's my translation. I'm looking at the parents waiting for some sort of apology of sign of discipline or even embarrassment.... nothing. I didn't really say anything, but it was probably aware that I wanted to punch an 8yr old. I let it go. My two are in the trampoline part and the heathen and his sister joined them. There's clear walls, and from where I was sitting I could see perfectly inside. Haven leaves the room heading to a tunnel and the sister follows. Ashton goes to follow and that little mutha-chucking-shit-face pushed my 3yr old son! A OH!-NO-HE-DIDN'T moment took over. I was pointing my mom finger before I even knew I was on my feet and at the play equipment. "DON'T PUSH HIM!" I got a look that said 'a little pee came out.' I wanted to pull his hair (stopjudgingme). I turn and flashed one nasty fucking look to Mommy-Mindless and Daddy-Weenie-Hut-Jr. Before I could get to my seat I see Kyle pointing at Haven who was now swatting at the shit because he was in her face. SO...I look over. Nothing. These people need a parenting lesson. Here we go bitches, take note. It went like this:
Me: "HAVEN! Do. Not. Hit."
Haven: "Mom! He's hitting me and Ashton!"
Me: "I'm NOT his mother, but YOU. Will. Not. Hit. That is not how WE treat people. Move away from him."
FINALLY Mommy-Mindless pulls him out to have a "talk." That didn't help really, but my kids managed to keep distance.
It was frustrating and it got me thinking about the kids that go to the same school as my kids. Then I quickly started thinking about homeschooling. I've done some research and read a few blogs and it seems like something that would work with our schedule and maybe managed in the budget with LOTS of adjustments. Of course:
I don't know--it's A LOT to think about. Weigh in and give me your thoughts... Do any of you homeschool your kids? Do any of you know someone home-schooled that struggles with interaction, or does more than fine with interaction? Were any of you home-schooled?
As promised...
The Husband & I were talking about maybe trying homeschooling with Haven (6) and Ashton (almost 4). Which is weird, because my opinion used the be that homeschooled children become weirdos. Well, now that I have children...I see that they're already weirdos...and I love every second of it! They're curious, smart, funny, polite--and that's a minority around here. We live in a community with lots of crackhead moms, jobless lazies, and abuse--drug and domestic. That's the school district anyways. We actually live close to 10miles out of town. When we bought this house, we were under the impression that we were in another, better funded, school district. So thanks to said crackheads, lazies and abuse there are little fuck-head delinquents running around sharing all sorts of colorful words with my 6 year old. Not only the language just the disrespect in general that most of these kids have. It's awful. I'm sick of explaining to my kids that some people just to know how to treat others and to not be offended by douche-bags.
Yesterday was the last day of Eagle Days, so we took the kids down to The Lodge the view the bald eagles. We hopped around the lake to different displays and sighting spots. (It was really cool (and muther-spanking-cold) and I'll post a few pics at the end. If you make it that far....) After all that fun, we took the kids to lunch at Mcdon's (barf.) to eat and play in the playplace.
They ate first, because I'm a jerk like that, then they were set loose. They aren't perfect, by any means--there are times I would rather duct tape mouths than listen to the arguing--but in normal circumstance, they carry respect. RESPECT. The only rule in our house. "Carry respect for yourself, beliefs, opinions and things, as well as respect for other people, their beliefs, opinions and things." After a few minutes of play some crazy demon-trapped-in-an-8yr-old-boy's-body entered the play zone. He went through his first round where I see in the tubes that he's climbing over and kicking my kids. It's pisses me off, but a foot to the face is expected in those things. Settle Mama. He comes down the slide and shouts, "Ugh, I HATE those kids!!!" The dad? Says nothing. The mom? Says nothing. I'm completely flabbergasted. My kids are looking at me like, "What the fuck is this douche talking about? We're the weirdos? Look at that kid climbing under the slide where it obviously NEVER gets swept. Does this kid have brain damage?!" Maybe I read in a little too deep, but that's my translation. I'm looking at the parents waiting for some sort of apology of sign of discipline or even embarrassment.... nothing. I didn't really say anything, but it was probably aware that I wanted to punch an 8yr old. I let it go. My two are in the trampoline part and the heathen and his sister joined them. There's clear walls, and from where I was sitting I could see perfectly inside. Haven leaves the room heading to a tunnel and the sister follows. Ashton goes to follow and that little mutha-chucking-shit-face pushed my 3yr old son! A OH!-NO-HE-DIDN'T moment took over. I was pointing my mom finger before I even knew I was on my feet and at the play equipment. "DON'T PUSH HIM!" I got a look that said 'a little pee came out.' I wanted to pull his hair (stopjudgingme). I turn and flashed one nasty fucking look to Mommy-Mindless and Daddy-Weenie-Hut-Jr. Before I could get to my seat I see Kyle pointing at Haven who was now swatting at the shit because he was in her face. SO...I look over. Nothing. These people need a parenting lesson. Here we go bitches, take note. It went like this:
Me: "HAVEN! Do. Not. Hit."
Haven: "Mom! He's hitting me and Ashton!"
Me: "I'm NOT his mother, but YOU. Will. Not. Hit. That is not how WE treat people. Move away from him."
FINALLY Mommy-Mindless pulls him out to have a "talk." That didn't help really, but my kids managed to keep distance.
It was frustrating and it got me thinking about the kids that go to the same school as my kids. Then I quickly started thinking about homeschooling. I've done some research and read a few blogs and it seems like something that would work with our schedule and maybe managed in the budget with LOTS of adjustments. Of course:
- dance class, karate class, music lessons, and whatever else we find would be a encouraged options.
- they would still be able to participate in summer sports.
- they are young enough that they wouldn't be missing friends or connections they've made.
- we can teach things that gear a person for life--not just tests.
- AND they wouldn't be vulnerable to shit-head kids.
I don't know--it's A LOT to think about. Weigh in and give me your thoughts... Do any of you homeschool your kids? Do any of you know someone home-schooled that struggles with interaction, or does more than fine with interaction? Were any of you home-schooled?
As promised...
Friday, January 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
New Beginnings & Holiday Recap::.
I'm feeling a little naked in the street after that last post. It's not really like me to lay it completely out there for the world to see. Sure. I bitch and complain in my own right, but I sorta keep it to myself or within a tight circle. So whether it was a psychotic rant or not, maybe baring myself was good for me? I didn't lose any readers, so I guess I didn't frighten anyone. And, honestly....I feel loads better. Like I threw up a night's worth of tequila into what I thought was a toilet. So I guess I'll do what any classy drunk would do....swish my mouth out and move on. A little input would be appreciated though...even if you go the whole anonymous route. I'm cool with that.
Surprise! Aside from yesterday's rant, I've been missing. I've been a littlelazy relaxed I guess. I obviously gave up on the 31 day photo challenge. I fail. Looks like I can't even finish a challenge where I participate on my ass. Nice. Ha.
What's been happening? The Holidays of course! I spent a lot of time baking...I had forgotten that I can get Betty Crocker with it. I stole a lot of recipes I found in the blog world, because obviously you people know how to sex a person with food. Especially Jocelyn over at Inside Brucrew Life.
Remember me boasting an UUUH-MAZING Oreo Truffle Cupcake recipie? Well It's Jocelyn's creation! She claimed the glory yesterday and I'm so glad she did! I wanted to know where I had found them so I could stalk her other treats and share of course! I was kind of a tease with these babies since I couldn't give credit. Mystery solved...so here you go: Jocelyn's Oreo Truffle Surprise Cupcakes. Do it. These pictures I took are my version. I don't know why I snapped the photo on the decorating tray instead of the cute little Santa tray we served them on.
I added a glaze for a 3rd layer. It's a combo of vanilla icing, honey and cream cheese. I melted and then drizzled on top of the chocolate layer after chilling in the refrigerator for a few. I'm having withdrawals right now just thinking about them.
The non-food stuff? Was good, too. We did have an amazing Christmas. We spent way too much money and will be playing catch up for the next few months. Not cool. I can't help it. Something sparks inside of me about a week before Christmas, and I just go nuts. Even though I know the money is needed elsewhere, I shop. And shop some more. BUT they were pretty excited and extremely thankful.
Haven asked for "a really tiny and cute aquatic turtle." A facebook friend saved the day when she gave me turtle shack's website. And lucky me, they were having a "buy 1 get 2 free" sale--it was around $16 before shipping. S-C-O-R-E. She got all females and named them: Taya, Olivia, and Angel. So fruggin cute.
Ashton was deadset on one toy: "a walking, talking, remote control IronMan. Nothing stands in his way and he saves the day." That's the whole bit. He would recite that anytime someone asked him what he was wishing for. He kills me :)
So Santa delivered that, too. And it's pretty totes. The reviews were HORRIBLE on it, but it was the ONLY thing he wanted. I'm glad I got it, because it works great for him. We have wood floors, and I would say that has a lot to do with it.
After Christmas, was my birthday. It was an amazing day. I went into it with a different approach this year and I felt good all day. Normally I dread birthdays. I'm not a fan of getting older. I've seen old people. I don't think I wear wrinkles well. Thank you photoshop. Anyways, this year I decided I was going to be positive and appreciate the breath in my lungs. I made it another year. I'm luckier than some. Haven and I went shopping and had lunch, which was her pick. She chose subway...that's my girl! We talked and really just laughed and had fun. That evening I met with some of my favorites and we had ate infamous local Mexican food and hit a small bar for some drinks.
I had a GeorgiaPeach. OhhhEmmGee. Did I say one? I meant 3. We laughed and did girl talk, which I've lacked for a few months. It's was nice. After drinks, I met The Husband for a nice, kid-less night at home. 26 has been the best birthday I've had for awhile.
For New Year's Eve, The Husband and I threw a party with the kiddos here at home. We ordered Applebees appitizers, painted our faces, made "science lab coats" with our 2011 goals listed, played bored games, dressed up, watched a movie, and counted down to 2011! It was such a good time!
I probably could have split this post up a little, but I wanted to get 2010 out of my system so I can start fresh.
Did everyone have a good Holiday Season? How did you guys bring in the New Year? Is anyone doing the resolution thing?? Jocelyn (Oreo Truffle Surprise...get to know her for taste's sake!!!) posted something interesting yesterday that she does as an alternative to resolutions. She chooses a "word of the year." One word that represents the year's goals. I've decided to do something similar, BUT that's a different post........
Surprise! Aside from yesterday's rant, I've been missing. I've been a little
What's been happening? The Holidays of course! I spent a lot of time baking...I had forgotten that I can get Betty Crocker with it. I stole a lot of recipes I found in the blog world, because obviously you people know how to sex a person with food. Especially Jocelyn over at Inside Brucrew Life.
The non-food stuff? Was good, too. We did have an amazing Christmas. We spent way too much money and will be playing catch up for the next few months. Not cool. I can't help it. Something sparks inside of me about a week before Christmas, and I just go nuts. Even though I know the money is needed elsewhere, I shop. And shop some more. BUT they were pretty excited and extremely thankful.
Haven asked for "a really tiny and cute aquatic turtle." A facebook friend saved the day when she gave me turtle shack's website. And lucky me, they were having a "buy 1 get 2 free" sale--it was around $16 before shipping. S-C-O-R-E. She got all females and named them: Taya, Olivia, and Angel. So fruggin cute.
Ashton was deadset on one toy: "a walking, talking, remote control IronMan. Nothing stands in his way and he saves the day." That's the whole bit. He would recite that anytime someone asked him what he was wishing for. He kills me :)
So Santa delivered that, too. And it's pretty totes. The reviews were HORRIBLE on it, but it was the ONLY thing he wanted. I'm glad I got it, because it works great for him. We have wood floors, and I would say that has a lot to do with it.
After Christmas, was my birthday. It was an amazing day. I went into it with a different approach this year and I felt good all day. Normally I dread birthdays. I'm not a fan of getting older. I've seen old people. I don't think I wear wrinkles well. Thank you photoshop. Anyways, this year I decided I was going to be positive and appreciate the breath in my lungs. I made it another year. I'm luckier than some. Haven and I went shopping and had lunch, which was her pick. She chose subway...that's my girl! We talked and really just laughed and had fun. That evening I met with some of my favorites and we had ate infamous local Mexican food and hit a small bar for some drinks.
I had a GeorgiaPeach. OhhhEmmGee. Did I say one? I meant 3. We laughed and did girl talk, which I've lacked for a few months. It's was nice. After drinks, I met The Husband for a nice, kid-less night at home. 26 has been the best birthday I've had for awhile.
For New Year's Eve, The Husband and I threw a party with the kiddos here at home. We ordered Applebees appitizers, painted our faces, made "science lab coats" with our 2011 goals listed, played bored games, dressed up, watched a movie, and counted down to 2011! It was such a good time!
I probably could have split this post up a little, but I wanted to get 2010 out of my system so I can start fresh.
Did everyone have a good Holiday Season? How did you guys bring in the New Year? Is anyone doing the resolution thing?? Jocelyn (Oreo Truffle Surprise...get to know her for taste's sake!!!) posted something interesting yesterday that she does as an alternative to resolutions. She chooses a "word of the year." One word that represents the year's goals. I've decided to do something similar, BUT that's a different post........
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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