Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Always Look On the Bright Side Of Death!
Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say.
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle,
Don't grumble, give a whistle!
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...
(the music fades into the song)
...always look on the bright side of life!
(whistle)
Always look on the bright side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten!
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing,
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps,
Just purse your lips and whistle -- that's the thing!
And... always look on the bright side of life...
(whistle)
Come on!
(other start to join in)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(whistle)
For life is quite absurd,
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow!
Forget about your sin -- give the audience a grin,
Enjoy it -- it's the last chance anyhow!
So always look on the bright side of death!
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true,
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you!
And always look on the bright side of life...
(whistle)
Always look on the bright side of life
(whistle)
Sunday, June 26, 2005
and the saga continues...
Friday, June 24, 2005
WARNING: This post is rich in strong language...read at your own risk
...sigh...
There that feels much better. In other news my father is in the hospital again. Alcohol induced pancreatitis. I have little sympathy. I love him dearly and wouldn't trade him for the world but he's an alcoholic. At least he's a happy drunk. He has gotten better over the years, he doesn't pass out in the living room with a lit cigarette or pee in closets anymore. I didn't even know he was "sick" until well into high school. I just thought he kept falling asleep on the floor. My mom had to tell me. I've lost count with how many episodes of pancreatitis this makes. I'm just so tired of watching him kill himself. He needs help, but no amount of "intervention" makes him realize that. Maybe I'll go for a low blow and throw Geof in his face and say "Hey fucktard! You wouldn't clean up your act for me, what about him?" Maybe I won't be as harsh but my point will be made.
...another sigh...
In happier news...we have a new kitty!! He is absolutely gorgeous. He's tan with reddish orange stripes all over and amber eyes and a cute little pink nose. All that coming from a dog person, I'm about to barf. Anyhoo, he is adorable and Geof absolutely loves him. We haven't named him yet, Geof and I are waiting for Nathaniel to see him first. (Geof calls him kitty kitty for now) Our neighbor gave him to us because she has two cats and a dog already. My only complaint is that this cat has the worst smelling farts!! They're almost vomit inducing!! Which brings me to my last heart warming story...
Geof knows about farts, what they sound like, and that they stink and all but I don't think he realized where they come from. So after kitty kitty's latest round with flatulence I said "PU kitty pooted!!" and started fanning the stench away from my face. Geof thought this was funny. Then he asked "Where is the poot?" and he looked at the cat. So I begin explaining the origin of farts. One really takes this knowledge for granted, but it was fun to teach. Thank God for 2 year olds without whom there would be no comic relief or spontaneous moments of complete humbling.
Thanks for listening.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
...just me dusting out the cobwebs in muh head...
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Nuttin' Much
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Medical Oddity Odyssey Continues...
Speaking of annoying...fleas....the little fuckers are still here!! They always wait a few days, let Geof's skin heal and then BAM right back at it!! Well, little do they know it but Monday is D-day for the little bastards. I bought a flea bomb and it drops Monday morning. Nathaniel will be leaving out then and Geof and I are going to stay with my folks for a week. Hopefully that will be the end of this saga.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Strange But True
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Funny Little Geof Story
Another Geofism...lately he's been saying, "Wait! I got an idea!!" You know you're in trouble when you hear that one! I think it's pretty cool that he says "an idea" instead of "a idea". Pretty smart little turd, if I do say so myself!
Some Low-Class Drama For This Mama
Ya know, something told me last night that I should keep my cell phone close by...I'm glad I listened!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Whoa...That's Weird
Our sweet little cherry tree had four sweet little cherries on it this morning, and now there are none!! They would have been ripe this weekend. I'm kinda bummed because I was looking forward to Nathaniel seeing them and us sharing the fruits of our first "harvest". Yeah, I'm a total bonehead. When Nathaniel comes home I really enjoy our little walks around the yard. We inspect all the new growth in the garden and with our trees. I like to garden, but he loves it. I know he misses not being able to get his hands dirty when he's out on the road. He dug up one of our mums and planted it in a half gallon bucket just so he would have some greenery in the truck with him. I really hope that it was some sort of wildlife that got to enjoy our juicy, sweet cherries and not some dipshit bastard.
Mommy, I'm Scared
I will admit that at twenty three years old I am still afraid of the things that go bump in the night. I have a very active and creative imagination when it comes to these things. Geof has really freaked me out a couple times. A few minutes ago I heard him calling for me and opened his bedroom door to find him curled up against it with his nose under the crack at the bottom. He was really scared about something. I asked him what was wrong and he said that his bed made a noise. Geof is no weenie. He's a tough little boy. But something really scared him. I was in the room right beside his and I didn't hear anything.Another time I heard him playing in his room and talking. He came out a few minutes later and I asked him who he was talking to and he said "Cassie". My pulse quickened a bit because that was my younger sister's name who died 10 years ago this coming November. Goosebumps!! The thing is I've never talked with him about her and I don't talk about her very much. She's always in my thoughts, but I just don't talk about her. I thought I grieved her death and got over it. But it's getting harder instead of easier to let go. That's a whole other drawn out post.
I've Found A Lump
I woke up in the night last night and my wrist was itching. I didn't think anything of it. It's been itchy all day but I never noticed a bite or a rash, I thought it was dry skin. I noticed a little while ago that there is a lump on the inside of my wrist on the pinky finger side. I pushed on it and it was a little tender. I pushed on it some more and the lump started spasming. I let go and it stopped. I kept pushing on it and it sounds and feels like there's something rubbing together in there....almost like when you rub a balloon. Kinda weird.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
You Can Call Me Susie Homemaker
Geof played outside most of the day and of course came in filthy from head to toe. That's muh boy!! He took his shower, got slathered up with baby lotion, and we read his favorite story...Thomas and the School Trip. We both have it memorized. We sang some silly songs and talked about our day and as we're giving our goodnight hugs and kisses he wraps his arms around my neck and says, "Goodnight, Super Mom." My knees wanted to buckle leaving a blubbering mess on the floor but I just said "Goodnight, Super Geof." And no, the compliment came without any coaxing. Although he is two, he may have thought he was saying, "Hey Mom, your breath smells like poop." He did say the other day after stumbling and falling down that he was a "big drunk". Where the hell do they get these things? Ahhhh, some days it really rocks to be somebody's mama.