Busy Momma

Do not puke when Dad isn’t home. It’s not nice. You know Mommy is a sympathy puker and the smell makes me sick too. UGH, have to be a grown up and clean it up. I did it without tossing anything up myself, so I’m getting much better.

Poor son even said, why does this have to happen only when Dad’s not home. Poor guy, he’s throwing up and worried about me because he knows I can’t take it. lol

So it’s cleaned up and it’s official…anyone want a bunk bed? It’s the upperbunk with a desk and shelves below. It is impossible to help change his sheets and when things like this happens it makes a huge mess. That thing is out of here! Where the hell is my stimulus check? I have a bed to buy.

Reading this story that jelly mom sent out today I go between angry and laughing. This is a big reason why I can’t stand shopping at walmart. There are many other reasons as well. But I always worry that I’m going to be leaving the big W in the back of a squad car. lol I get run over by carts and peoples kids are running all over the place driving me nuts.

So it’s great for me to know that I am not the only one battling that issue. Although I’m happy to say I haven’t stepped foot in that store for well over two years. Ever since we got my beloved Target!

Survival of The Fittest Shopper
©Lisa Barker

It happens all the time. People speed and chat on the phone while they eat lunch—all behind the wheel. They have no problem multi-tasking in the car. But put them behind a shopping cart at Walmart and these same people can’t walk and browse at the same time.

You can see the drool dangling off their chins and the vacant look in their eyes and you’re stuck behind them as they feebly try to figure out how to put one foot in front of the other.

Oh, I love shopping in a packed store. My rear end must look like a shopping cart receptacle because people repeatedly try to park theirs in it. It must be an unwritten rule that states that fellow shoppers who stop to look at merchandise are targets.

And it’s not like I stopped suddenly or that I’m being rammed forcibly from behind. I’m reading birthday cards and the next thing I know I’m being sodomized. The corner of a shopping cart is pressed against me even though I’m standing to the side while there is this whole aisle this other shopper could use to get around me.

But, no, she’s looking at the same merchandise as if she can see right through me and continues to push her way to it. At this point I can either start climbing the card racks or ask her kindly if she would like to remove her cart from my derriere. I get that vacant look again.

What, am I shopping with the undead?

People who defy Darwin’s theory of evolution surround me. They are neither stronger nor brighter than a cumquat and probably couldn’t cause any harm on their own, but once they group together, look out.

I am the fourth person in line at one of the crowded registers. I’ve waited patiently for twenty minutes. Suddenly there is a woman with five kids standing beside me edging closer to the front of my cart. She refuses to look at me as if by not seeing me she’s doing no wrong.

Next, her kids start grabbing at candy and gum and she tries to use that to further claim a place ahead of me in line, little by little pressing ahead until I finally block her by shoving my cart directly into the man ahead of me.

I don’t know what planet she’s from, but here on earth line jumping is a universal no-no. She slowly wanders back to the end of the line and I clamp down on my tongue before mocking her feigned mental disability.

Hey, I’ve got a screaming kid on my left and right and neither belongs to me. I want out of there.

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I just finished PS-I love you. Yes, I need a link to that, but I don’t have the energy. For various reasons. This movie is beautiful and I highly recommend it. Yes, it’s sad, but it will have you tearing up and laughing at the same time.

I’m an emotional wreck as usual. Too long hours and no time with hubby.

But the most important is that no matter what I post, I honestly love him. He makes me laugh at all costs, no matter how angry or sad I am. He woke up and told me to go to bed the other night when I was up too late because my great-Aunt passed. He is my everything and I do know this. Now I need to tell him again tomorrow.

He’s going to always frustrate me. He’s my closest family. There will NEVER be anyone closer than he is no matter what. I could never open up to another like he knows, anyone else walking into my relationship would be at a serious disadvantage. Nothing I can do about it, he got me at 17 and it’s forever. lol

But, don’t go thinking we don’t have our issues. It’s just that we have had issues and aren’t talking about them right now. That’s unhealthy and will change asap. NO REGRETS and you get no tomorrow!

Canadian women have launched a campaign that is truly hilarious and scary. It’s amazing that any culture would still live their lives with amazingly stupid traditions. Although it’s obvious that Myanmar is well past stupid in regards to their governments beliefs.

So read the ARTICLE and decide if you have any panties you can send.

Now here is a must have game for my closet. Wineopoly!!! My friend blogged about it and you can read more about the game at her blog. I can see my friends and I sitting on the patio with our bottles of wine playing this game. lol

I’ve decided to be the better person and not get into an argument on a friends message boards.  There is a certain person online that constantly has to put down other people.  I do believe that may be the definition of a bully?  Putting down other people to make yourself feel better.  Any time you contradict what she is saying she is all defensive and sooner rather than later the who “I’m a single mother that has made a ton of money with my businesses while raising my children, blah, blah, blah, SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

I’m not even going to get into the single mom thing in this post because then it would be too long and no one would read it, but beware, it’s coming soon.

So today this woman totally attacked another poster.  I mean no holds barred, mean.  Now I have been brought up that if you want someone to change their views you give them knowledge.  You don’t attack them and tell them how stupid they are.  This will only lead them to tune out out.  DUH

But it was brought up that we don’t have to read her posts.  You’re right, I don’t.  Unfortunately this means that I will no longer be frequenting a lot of different boards.  It has been hours since I read the posts she put up and I’m still pissed.  I don’t have the energy to waste on someone with so much hate in them.  I bet if she got laid she’d be a much happier person!

So I’m being bigger and I’m posting here.  I will contact the owner of the boards and let them know about this attack because I’m pretty sure it says in the agreement that you can’t attack other posters like she did.  But either way, I will make sure that I am on boards from now on that she is not on.  I can’t get away from it on a couple of boards and they were my home first so she can’t chase me away from them anyway.  lol

K, I am doing very well. Just to let all of you know.

But we are holed up watching movies. We are actually running out of them now. lol Had to move to home stash now even though I had 6 movies to watch starting Friday.

But this works because my addiction has made me buy a new site. OH OH, yep it’s a great domain name though. I’ll be unveiling very soon. I’m just waiting for the dns to transfer to my hosting and to get a couple of pages up. Honestly it was sorely neglected for years and there wasn’t much up.

When I go to the pages cached in google it looks like there were many more pages, but they aren’t linked to anymore from the site.

So it needed serious updating and I’m looking forward to it!

I am so happy that I spent the time I did with her as an adult.  My Great Aunt Dolores was in CA in the 60’s and friends with the hard core Hell’s Angels when they started.   Literally, she was there owning/managing a cycle shop with those men that started the Hell’s Angels.  Man I miss the many stories I never got to ask her because people like my uptight mom where around.

So here is my lesson of love from my Aunt.  I am my grandparent’s child and I am not afraid to say that.   Yes I have faults, but yes, everyone wants to hang with me and my hubby.  I wish I had gotten more stories from her about my grandma.  I am named after my grandma.  I will be calling my aunt tomorrow about it.  I want the good stories and my aunt will give me better stories.  i just text messaged her that I will call her tomorrow.

I’m not doing ok and I’m not afraid to admit it.  I am thankful for the family I have to pull in.  I’m gonna need them, all of them, to get through this.  My aunt was such a very cool person. I can’t believe I won’t ever talk to her again.

My Mom came to my daughters volleyball game and promptly let me know that my super-duper cool Great-Aunt had a severe brain hemorrhage overnight and was in the hospital on life support.  She is pretty much gone already and my cousin was taking her off the ventilator because my Aunt never wanted to be that way.  I’m very happy that my cousin is strong enough to take her Mother off of it as she wished.  I hope my children will do the same.

So here I sit waiting for the horrible phone call saying she is completely gone.  I was truly blessed that she set things up this summer and all of us Tucker women got together twice.  Our trip to Reno this summer was all about this aunt!  Then a few months ago my aunt flew back home from california and all of us met at the casino for breakfast together.  My great-aunt had brought some great family items to give to my Mom and her sisters.  She also told all of the sisters that one of my other Great-aunts had bought plots for the entire family and their spouses so they could all be buried on the island.  I know that my aunt knew that this all needed to be said then as it was the last time we all got together.

I will miss my aunt terribly.  In fact I can’t write anymore right now.  Difficult to believe I know.

I got off work late last night, ugh, hate late appointments that don’t stop talking. So it was bedtime when I got home. Went to put son to bed and he comes off the wall with, “If I come out dressed funny in the morning to worry.” WTF? ROFLMAO He then proceeds to tell me that it’s spirit day. Cool. My kids both get into the whole dress-up spirit days at school. Love that. So here is the costume he made himself and came out in today…

You can tell he put work into the shirt. lol

I drove him to the bus stop because it’s raining pretty hard and I knew he didn’t want to wear a sweatshirt over the outfit.  Of course no one in this stupid neighborhood is dressed up so he’s getting a little nervous.  I held my tongue.  I wanted to ask if he wanted to go home or have me drive him to school, but thought “NO, he can ask”.  He took off the cape for the bus, but he was fine.

It will be good when he gets to school.  Unless I get a call.  You can’t tell, but he has a pair of whity-tighties on over his sisters tights.  lol  I know it’s spirit day, but I wasn’t sure if that was appropriate for school or not.  Guess we’ll see.  He said it would be fine and he hates to get in trouble, so I’m sure it will be.