Cheyenne Cherry

You obnoxious little twat. You are a nasty, vulgar bully and it is ignorant assholes like you that help continue the cycle of abuse and bad feelings in the world. I hope you get thrown in prison for a long, long time to be the poster child example for every jerkoff just like you. I really, truly wish we still had public executions of people too horrible to live in proper society. The fact that you still have the support of your brother and that your mother took you back into her home after you murdered a defenseless baby animal is horrifying in itself. Your mother is either daft in the head or a bigger asshole than you are to encourage and nurture the abhorrent behaviors of her children. I can't fathom that she continued to support you after you robbed a man of his dog at gunpoint. If I had done something even fractionally that bad, my parents would have sent me to a home for incorrigibly awful children and forgotten about me until I pulled my head out of my ass. I am sorry your family doesn't love you enough to set you straight, but really, aren't you old enough to know better for yourself? I am going to go out on a limb here and guess that "she is a good girl who goes to church" will pop up eventually so why can't you tell right from wrong? I know why.You are a bad person who just doesn't give a shit.

last night

Knowing what a huge fan I am, Abby talked me into blowing some of our meager funds and we went to see the new Star Trek film. I wasn't expecting anything great but I was really wrong. It was so amazing that even S sat enthralled for almost the whole film. He spent a few minutes whining about his too much candy tummy ache during one of the quiet, expository parts but it was no big deal.

I wonder that all the films I go to see are outstanding, like Iron Man, Quantum of Solace and now this. But I can afford to go to the theater so little that I wait until I am really excited to see a film before taking the risk.

Abby Does Good

One of my favorite bands is Carbon Leaf and out of all the bands that I have continued to love through the years, they are the only band that I go see live. The first song from the radio that S ever sang was by them and it has become a tradition that Abby buys me tickets for Shamrockfest to see them for my birthday.
This year we did not pay attention to the layout of the show grounds and, even though we were there 3 hours early, we missed them. I was beyond disappointed and Abby felt awful that my birthday gift was ruined.
Yesterday I received a huge padded envelope and curiously opened it. The contents blew me away and brought a couple of tears to my eye. Abby had emailed Carbon Leaf to tell them what had happened and they sent me signed copies of some CDs and St. Patrick's Day posters for this year, along with birthday greetings.
Thank you Abby and Carbon Leaf for making this year's birthday so incredibly special.


(By the way, bucko, you are going to have to start thinking now to be able to top this next year.:)

Jamestown Saved From Terrible Death

My boy is doing a project on Pocahontas and part of it is filling in an outline of why she is so important. He was so excited to write things down that he misspelled a few words.
An example : She gave food to Jamestown and saved people from staring.




OH NOES!! He caught the staring disease!

omg fieldtrip

The boy's school took the entire third grade into DC to tour the Natural History museum and, even though we were not official chaperones, Abby and I took a lovely ride on the metro to meet them. We had more fun than not and spent half a week's grocery money on lunch and were thoroughly exhausted at the end of four hours running around being excited and screaming to each other "OH MY GOD!! LOOK at THIS!!"

Temper, Temper

When I was younger my dad sent me to a private school run by Baptists. One day our bible teacher came in with a cast on his hand and proceeded to tell the story of how it was broken. He had lost his temper, most ferociously, and had shattered a bone in his hand by pounding his fist against the table. The lesson I took from this was not "watch your temper" but "watch your temper with tables".
God decided that I had obviously not learned the lesson I was meant to learn and reiterated the point yesterday when I lost my temper, most ferociously. My darling son has a friend who lives in our neighborhood, a few streets away. We got him a cell phone to be able to keep in touch with him at all times and drilled him on cell phone safety and the importance of not misplacing it. He, however, decided to give his phone number to his friend's mom "in case your cell phone is dead". I fucking lost it. My child makes stupid decisions, and this wasn't even a judgment call he needed to make as the rule was he can call me or Abby, period, that's it, end of story. As I worked up steam in my lecture I slammed my hand on my desk, catching the handle end of a pair of scissors, which were conveniently laying perpendicular across another pair of scissors. They comically flipped up, partially opened and then came down, pointy end, on my finger. I immediately began gushing blood from the triangle chunk of flesh that was gouged out and lamented that I would need one or two stitches - just enough to make me go to the hospital, not quite enough to keep from being laughed at. Well, the bleeding stopped on its own, thankfully, but I can't help feeling that God is having a good laugh at me anyhow.

MIA

It has been several months since I last posted and in the blogosphere that is tantamount to a fiery death and dismemberment. I am surprised a hiker and his golden retriever didn't find my body in a shallow grave while wandering a trail. Anyhow, I have been very busy doing absolutely nothing. I play Second Life a lot and a lot of little mini games on Facebook and MySpace..games that some people *cough cough* won't play with me. *cough* Ducky *cough*. I do have pics, tho.



The new hamster, Betsy.




Shamrockfest...BEER!!!! Can you tell that wasn't my first one? LOL