Homeward Bound Snake

A snake. I hate snakes. I let the scary neighbor kids catch it. I figured they would kill it in some way... No, their bipolar mother made them let it go... and the damn thing is back in my rocks in the front yard.
I hate snakes

Happy Birthday, Stinky Face!

Here is a picture after she tried the flaky part of the Baklava... Hmmm... Flaky... nutty. Am I describing the pastry or "Grandmother".

Pics

I miss Indiana

Taken in Anderon, IN by David's friend, Jim... Mr. Fischer, if you are nasty.

Baklava Arrives

One pound of Buttery,Honeyey, Adult Rated Pastry arrived when I was outside telling my neighbors about my in-laws lack of intelligence about children. I thought about declining the delivery. Then, I thought about it. I pushed her out. (in 5 minutes by the way with my powerful pelvis) I have put in alot of sweat and tears into this kid. I am going to take lemons and make lemonade. I am going to eat the whole fucking pound of Baklava and make breast milk with it.

My Omarosa Story

Omarosa worked DC not as a political assistant, but as a leasing agent in Charles E Smith Apartment building... and guess who lived in these apartments... moi.

One day David and I were walking out of the parking garage and see the very tall black women.. (Apprentice One was still on the air and she was still on TV at the time, too.) I go... Shit, is that Omarosa? She was working at a neighboring apartment hi-rise that our friends lived at.

We duck into the lounge area and sneak around and Yup, that is her. I guess she didn't win, we thought.

Later that week, David decided to fall asleep when we had made plans to do something and I was slightly irritated.. so instead to waking him up... I left. I got into the elevator and there was the giant. She smiled at me and I kinda smiled back... like, yah.. I know who are, but I don't care. She goes, "Oh, my God! (and grabs my hand) what is the size of this ring??! What is it? Like three carats?" The people she was showing apartments to say, "Oh, so you are a jewelery expert, too?" They all fake laugh and I say, "it is 1.17" The other black bitchy "O" goes, "What? Really? It is so clean... did you just get married? (I smile and nod my head) Are you driving each other crazy, yet?" I smile and say, "Why do you think I am by myself in the elevator?" Elevator Door opens, I leave... scene ends.

Oh, Omarosa...

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Am I a facebook snob? Damn straight!

So after some self revelations while I was folding David's tighty whities I have to the realization that I am a facebook snob. I have some rules when it comes to facebook that I have put into order in the last couple of months...
1. I do not ask people to be friends. No... I don't. You see, David got on my account and asked Andy to be a friend. (I am glad David did, but as a rule, I do not ask people) It might be the fear of being rejected or I just don't give a shit what people are up to. Neverless, I don't ask.
2. When people ask me to their friend... I ask myself... Do I care? I assume most people have the rule.... but there is a lot of facebook whores out there... throwing their friendships out like Paris Hilton's who-who.
3. Do I give you a second chance? This kid ANNOYED THE SHIT out of me asked to be his friend... I gotta say... Was I not mean enough to him in high school to leave me alone 12 years later?
4. I have more groups that are related to food chains than other interests... that just means I am a food snob.
5. Stop asking me to a flower power person or Mob Wars... or whatever the kids are into these days... I press the ignore button, okay! So could-ja would-ja , stop wasting my time. (Unless it about Purdue... then at my discretion... will decide if you are wasting my time)

Anyways... here are some videos of my kids.

MOST RETARDED!

What would you get a one year old for their birthday? A doll... some clothes.. baklava? Yes, her grandparents got her Baklava... She only has 4 teeth... and we don't give our kids any sweets before age two... I will have to freeze and give it to her when she is able to eat it. She will probably choke and the nuts... She can't eat honey or nuts, yet, because of American Pediatric Association recommendation (but, what do they know).

Well, for Madelyn's first Christmas (she was 5 months old) they got she summer sausage. Any people wonder why we run away from them?

If you must give Harry and David... how about some fruit? Shit, cookies would have even been smarter... but Baklava aka loaded gun of choking nuts.

Disney?

How was Disneyland? Well, it was okay... it started off by me only getting 2 to 3 hours of sleep the first night, which I expected to do. Then, I lost control of the hotel door and it hit me on the hip bone landing me in a wheel chair... (it hurts so bad... I thought I had broke it.) Then the last day we were there Madelyn spiked a fever and a nasty cough. So, yeah... Glad to be home.

Two Days Until Disneyland

I am still sick. Getting extremely nervous. I hope it isn't a trip from hell.

Heroes Characters

Well, my power of invisibility must have been passed on to my children because their grandmother completely ignored them. She played and cuddled with her grandson and barely said hello to my kids. She didn't hug them, kiss them... or even acknowledge them. When we were leaving she told Audrey to tell Mother that she wants to come visit her grandmother... Why? So we can fly somewhere and pay 600 bucks to be ignored! I rather get kicked in the balls. (If I had them, of course) She can see her grandson whenever she wants... he lives 3 minutes away... these kids live 14 hours away. Madelyn loved playing with her grandmother in April, and you can't be bothered to say Hello or give a hug? Kiss my kids!

McCrosky Visit

Should I state the going-ons that happened when David's family came to Colorado? It might piss some people off. But, it would just be stating the complete truth with an occasional frank side comment.

Stayed tuned.