The gloomy sky and falling rain match my mood and tears.
My son will graduate highschool tomorrow.
Yes, it's a joyous occasion - but someone is missing.
The raindrops are my Fathers tears to match my own.
Son suggested getting pizza & chicken wings afterwards.
After all, it's Thursday and son used to stay at Nana & Grampa's every Thursday and they'd get pizza & wings.
How fitting and perfect.
He should be here to see this.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
They're Baaaaack
Remember the Neighbors from hell?
They're back.
They snuck in under cover of darkness Saturday night with their moving van. Boyfriend left in the morning giving kisses to his pregnant yet again Skanky Ho. Yes people - this is #7 for her, by at least 5 different men. Son #1 is with his father after being released from the mental hospital where he spent at least a year. Son #2, 15 or 16 is next door now, along with 2 more daughters and a mentally challenged 4 year old boy. There's one more that she doesn't have custody of.
My son spoke with son#2 and confirmed that they've moved back. I wanted to cry. I left a message with the park manager and spoke with him later in the day. He will not be in the office until Tuesday to look at what the court records say. I cannot go through this shit again.
It's been so nice the last couple years, quiet & peaceful. She cleaned up the yard - got rid of the junk vehicles. So much for her selling the place and moving to a retirement home.
I told you they were a bunch of liars. That's why you never got to see me dancing a jig in the street.As long as she was still there, there was always a chance the ho could be back.
The hell has already started. I was woken up at 11:45 PM last night by Skanky Ho screaming for her son out the front door. I get up at 5:30AM, mind you.
To top it all off, son is flexing his "I'm 18 and an adult so I can do whatever I want" wings. What he didn't realize is that I don't have to support his ass anymore and can throw him out if he doesn't want to obey my rules. He wouldn't last 5 minutes in the real world.
I'm feeling old, so very old. Yesterday was the worst birthday ever.
They're back.
They snuck in under cover of darkness Saturday night with their moving van. Boyfriend left in the morning giving kisses to his pregnant yet again Skanky Ho. Yes people - this is #7 for her, by at least 5 different men. Son #1 is with his father after being released from the mental hospital where he spent at least a year. Son #2, 15 or 16 is next door now, along with 2 more daughters and a mentally challenged 4 year old boy. There's one more that she doesn't have custody of.
My son spoke with son#2 and confirmed that they've moved back. I wanted to cry. I left a message with the park manager and spoke with him later in the day. He will not be in the office until Tuesday to look at what the court records say. I cannot go through this shit again.
It's been so nice the last couple years, quiet & peaceful. She cleaned up the yard - got rid of the junk vehicles. So much for her selling the place and moving to a retirement home.
I told you they were a bunch of liars. That's why you never got to see me dancing a jig in the street.As long as she was still there, there was always a chance the ho could be back.
The hell has already started. I was woken up at 11:45 PM last night by Skanky Ho screaming for her son out the front door. I get up at 5:30AM, mind you.
To top it all off, son is flexing his "I'm 18 and an adult so I can do whatever I want" wings. What he didn't realize is that I don't have to support his ass anymore and can throw him out if he doesn't want to obey my rules. He wouldn't last 5 minutes in the real world.
I'm feeling old, so very old. Yesterday was the worst birthday ever.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
The Playlist Song 30 Don't Stop
Son was about 10 or 11 when he was in my Dad's truck and Daddy cranked this up. Son was mortified that Grampa listened to loud rock 'n' roll.
It's a good anthem.
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Talking Birds
This African Grey Parrot is a hoot! What a filthy mouth on him. I wonder where he learned language like that from? Speaking from my own experience with parakeets - they can carry on a logical conversation.
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
The Playlist Song 28
The first time I heard this song was in the parking lot of the vets office.
I was taking my cat, Shotgun, to be euthanized.
I sat in the car with him in my arms, balling my eyes out.
He was 19.
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