Lady in denial

Love?

There has been an ongoing love/hate relationship with my next-door-neighbor (my sister) and her husband for several years now.  She married this dipstick who resembles a large spider monkey and the fists have been flying ever since.  When they first got together, I told her he was a control freak and an abuser, but did she listen?  No, of course she didn't.  Instead, she moved in with him after she received a 48,000 dollar settlement and the two of them got married.  Mind you, he never asked for her hand in marriage until he found out about the money.  Huh, sounds fishy there.  Once they were married, he insisted she pay off his mobile home of which he still owed several thousand dollars on, but what he didn't know was my sis is a shopper and before he knew it, she had spent nearly all of it, but she was not all to blame.  He spent his fair share to.  Then they were broke and all of a sudden my sister just wasn't a good enough wife.  He told her (in front of me) that she needed to conform and submit.  Oh, hell no he didn't!  It was all I could do to not cuff him upside his ugly head.  Conform to this, buddy. 
Well, they began to fight for the majority of the time and he insisted she get rid of her kids because he had NO room in his life for them.  The kids soon went to foster care, not because my sister got rid of them, but because their biological father with a whiskey bottle permanently fixed to his mouth and a very low I.Q did not take them to school for the whole month they were in his custody. 
My sister fought for months and finally regained custody of all her kids, but her husband quickly messed that up when he hit my nephew while my sister was having a seizure.  When she came around, she found that she was bleeding form her forehead because she had hit her head during the seizure, so she called 911.  The whole time she was bleeding, calling 911 for herself, and waiting for help, her husband and son were fighting it out, completely forgetting she existed. 
Because the police had to show up at the scene, her controlling, abusive, spider monkey husband was arrested and wound up spending a year in jail.  He told her it was ALL her fault because she was a cop caller and nothing but a B$#%^.  Well, now here we are a little over a year later, her husband miles away in another state, and I'm thinking the drama is over.  Heck no it isn't.  My sister is now getting emails and I.M's from the louse, first asking her for a divorce, of which she had already filed for, but now wanting her to fly out to see him.  Holy crap!  I can't wait to see what happens next!  I swear if she takes off to see that freak, I'll flip a wig!

Kitty blues

Kitty

Mocha got through her surgery fine, but when I got her home, she wouldn't eat or drink anything.  she was so incredibly skinny to.  I'm not certain how much she ate during her two and a half stay at the vet, but she is just so underweight and it's not just her age. 
I got her some senior cat milk and prescription critical care cat food then use a syringe to force feed her for the first day and a half.  Now, I still have to hand feed her, but she will lick it off the end of the syringe rather than fight me the whole time.  She isn't as wobbly on her legs as she was yesterday and is drinking water without assistance.
I'm so proud of my little Mocha.  She is now giving kisses and hopping on the couch with us for loving.  Before, she was hiding behind the couch and in the bathroom, anywhere that she could be away from people.  I hope she continues to get better and I will update you on her progress soon.

Memorial day

Memorial Day

In memory of

This is Monday, the day when my dad would come by to visit.  Like clockwork, he would drive up early in the morning and visit for hours, making us laugh until we nearly cried.  We miss you dad and wish you had shown up as you always had.  Perhaps someday I will see you again, but for now you will remain in my heart.
I love you,
Beth

Kitty update.

Sick kitty

Well, I got a call from the vet and Momo only has a bad tooth.  I didn't know a bad tooth could make an eye nearly pop out!  She has had two bad teeth so far and has never had any other health issues except when some kids in the park shot her with BB guns, then skinned and broke her hind leg.  I had never been so mortified.  I still can't believe that kids could do something so horrific!  That was a long time ago though and she's doing great now with the exception of her tooth.  She just got out of surgery and is resting at the vets until tomorrow.  Because of her advanced age(19) she needs to be on fluids for the night.  I don't mind paying the extra in order to make certain she's all right.  She is my baby no matter how old she gets.  Love you Momo.
P.S.
Helpful tips for all of you animal owners out there, if you can't find your animal for days at a time or they run and hide when you try to catch them, chances are they are sick.  That's what happened here.  If I had been able to find Momo sooner, her tooth would not have gotten so bad.

Poor little kitty

Kitty is sick

I woke up to my cat making a clatter as she jumped on top of the stove, so I went in to see what was going on.  I thought I would give her some loves before going back to bed since she'd been hiding for a few days, but I noticed her eye was bulging outward and her breathing was raspy.  I called her vet on the emergency number and was able to get her seen early this morning.  It's still seems too long of  a wait.  I can't sleep I'm so worried about her.  No wonder she's been in hiding.  The vet said they do that when they get really sick.  I couldn't help but cry as I held her this morning.  I've had her in the family for over 19 years now, so she's family and loved by all of us.  I'll keep you all posted on her condition. 
We hope you get better soon Mocha.  We love you so very much.

Salute to a fine soldier

Take care soldier

Off to Iraq

Recently a young soldier(I will not mention him by name in order to protect his identity) stayed with my sister next door while being out on leave.  He purchased a beautiful ring for his girlfriend and planned a romantic proposal for his time off, which was supposed to last a full month.  His heart was broken when she, instead of saying "yes", broke off their relationship.

He was so sad that he immediately asked for early deployment.  My husband gave him a ride to his destination yesterday evening.   Now he is off to Iraq.  We hope he is all right and that God watches over him and guides him back home soon.  

Love will find you soldier.  Don't ever give up.  Your sole mates is waiting for you, you just haven't found one another yet.

What I foresee

My sixth sense

In the form of a song

Come and listen to a story about a man named Brad
A poor trailer man, barely kept from going mad,
Then one day he was cutting up some wood,
when a piece of tree hit him in the manhood.

Junk that is, family jewels, tallywhacker.

Well the first thing you know ol Brad’s a sore man,
Kinfolk said "Brad, put some ice on them"
Said "floe is the way you want to go"
So he hobbled in the house and froze his little stones.

Testicles, that is.  Private parts, cold balls.


Well now its time to say goodbye to Brad and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in.
You're all invited back again to this locality
To have another trailer park story and my hospitality

Trailer park soaps that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back now, y'hear?.

Summer time psychos

Summer crazy

Sex no no 

Well, my next door neighbor(sister) has a friend who was over.  This friend use to have a foster home, but fell in love with her adopted son, had sex with him, and is now pregnant with his children; twins.  Her other adopted son, the first son's biological brother, didn't want to stay with his adopted mother because she is carrying his brothers/nephews, so he wants to stay with my sister for the month that he's home from the army. 
I think Social services need to revamp their rules and regulations and perhaps do better background checks because it seems to me that parents should NEVER have sex with their kids whether they are adopted or not.

Poof! and there was magic.

Gypsy magic

She has a spell on you....

Something strange for all you believers and non-believers alike.
My daughter and I got into her car today to go get her some gas and a little cash.  In her seat was a really old envelope that had been sealed with wax and tied with string.  I opened it because my daughter did not want to touch it.  Inside was a small ratty little box.  I took the lid off and found an old folded up letter and a beautiful raised ivy locket dated in 1928.  I read the letter to my daughter and the woman who had written it was an old Irish lady who said she had paid to have a Gypsy lady place a spell on it in 1932.  She then said that it brought her a lifetime of happiness, but she had to vow to send it (with no address) to someone else before she passed away.  She went on about how she was dying and couldn't wait to see her William again.  How sweet and utterly sad!  The letter was then dated for 21 years ago!  She sent it 21 years ago and it has just now made its way inside my daughter's car.  How strange is that? The items within the tattered and stained envelope were so old that the letter had become brown and faded and felt as though it would fall apart.
I had to share this little story with all of you in hopes that someone out there, like myself, will again believe in love and magic. 
Here's hoping Adare O'Brien is once again reunited with her loving William.

Loofah action!

Girl action

this is not a nudist camp people!

My neighbors from across the street are lesbian, which I don't mind at all. However, they leave their curtains open all the time. This wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they walk through their trailer butt naked and engage in errr...certain activities shall we say. O.k guys roll up your tongues.
My dad is the manager of this wonderful mobile estate and therefore received all the complaints about people catching a glimpse this not so lovely lady loving and he had to go confront them about it. He told them that he had received these complaints, and they needed to shut their curtains so people could not see into their windows. There are kids around here, come on! Anyway, one of the women said that she was going to report him to the police and file sexual harassment charges on him because he was a peeping Tom. My dad said, "Hey lady, I never said that I was looking at you. I said that others have been complaining about seeing you through your windows." Well, she kicked him off her rented property and still has not tried the idea of shutting her drapes. Here's the thing; if ladies are going to engage in naked wanderings and/or lady loofah action, then keep it private because, I don't want to have to explain the birds and the bees to my children just yet and I certainly don't EVER want to catch a glimpse of ooh la la either. I have a hard enough time seeing my husband naked these day. THIS IS NOT A NUDIST COLONY GIRLS! It is a mobile home park.

Omega 3

Fight age!

Look younger

This isn't a quirky little story or anything crazy that has happened, but I really wanted to share this with all of you. I was diagnosed with several things and one was low cholesterol levels, which I never knew was a problem, but apparently it is. Anyway, the doc put me on Lovaza, which is basically niacin and omega 3. I also had to take anti-oxidants. One of the side effects of Lovaza is an intense burning feeling and reddening of the skin; this is from the niacin, not fun, but what are you going to do, right? However, another effect, from the omega 3, is more youthful-looking skin. I didn't realize this when I began taking it, but after a couple of weeks, I noticed that the fine lines around my mouth had nearly disappeared. My husband said, "Wow, you don't have crows feet around your eyes anymore." Well heck, I didn't know I even had them, but thanks knuckle head for informing me of that. My point is, if you up your omega 3 and anti-oxidants, your skin is going to love you. You do need to keep an eye out for zits, though. I actually got a zit last week and one the week before. I had never even gotten them when I was a teen, so I resembled a teeny bopper in no time at all. I actually had a man just yesterday think I was under 25 years old. I am 39 years old people, so imagine my boost in self-esteem and it beats a face lift or Botox. Am I right or am I right?

Wilbur ate my yard!!!

Damn pigs!

Who let the pigs out?  Snort, snort, snort.

Here is something that happened last summer in my wonderful park and I hope it doesn't happen again anytime soon. My flower bulbs were coming up and my garden veggies were poking out of the ground. I hadn't been able to get anything to grow in this yard for a couple of years, so I was as happy as a hog with fresh slop in my trough. My husband was out of town for the weekend, so everything was up to me for the time being. I went to bed after watering all my wonderful outside greenery and was awoken at around 4am. I heard the rain coming down, hitting the tin roof of my older mobile home, but I also heard snorting and digging, a lot of noise for sure. It freaked me out! I wasn't certain what was going on, so I crept to the bedroom window and peeked out at my garden where the noise was coming from. I couldn't see well, but something large was moving about and making a horrific noise. I decided to investigate. I quietly made my way outside and sneaked around the corner of my mobile home and low and behold I had a giant slab of wood-be bacon digging up my garden. This pig was huge! It had rooted through my garden digging up and eating every single vegetable I had planted. It then ran past me nearly knocking me to the ground with it's enormous ham hock and proceeded in rooting up my flower bulbs! To accompany this fat, giant pig, were two more hogs that somehow made it to my neck of the woods. I tried to wrestle one of the pigs and haul it out of my yard before it could do any more damage than it already had, but to no avail. It didn't even pause. It was as if I were no more than a pesky little flea. It and the other two pigs just kept rooting up my grass, flowers, and anything they could dig up until I had giant holes everywhere and no foliage to speak of. I must of looked like a fool at 120 pounds, in my pj's, rain pouring down on me as I mud wrestled a giant pig. What a site! I finally wandered back into my mobile home, wet, muddy, and beaten by the "other white meat" and called the manager. This is when I found out that he had brought them over to clean all the waste out of my ex-next-door-neighbors yard. What he hadn't realized they would do was dig a hole under the fence to my side of the yard. This is a new year however, and all is good so far. The grass is thick and green, vegetables are already sprouting, and my flowers are in full bloom with no pigs in site. Hooray for me!!!

Fond farewell Floyd

Farewell old friend

Recently one of our parks own had passed away suddenly.  That marks the fourth resident to pass from one illness or another.  Three from cancer(all in the same family) and now Floyd.
I'm posting this in memory of our beloved neighbor Floyd.  We will all miss you very much and hope that you find peace and happiness wherever you are.  You were a wonderful and generous man and we say goodbye with heavy hearts.

A child's answer to lifes most difficult questions.

Kids say the strangest things.

Life's biggest questions.

My daughter was two at the time that I put forth to her two questions.  We were laying on the couch together and I was trying to get her to go to sleep, so I began to ask her questions and tell her stories to try and get her to doze off.  After a while of talking, I asked "where were you before you were here."  I just wanted to see what she would say.  She looks up at me and answers, "Someplace dark and echoey."  This took me aback for a minute because that is what I would think one would say about the womb.  I assume it's dark and sounds are a bit like an echo in there.  I couldn't help it, I had to ask her yet another question just to see how she would respond.
 "Do you think God really hears our prayers?"  I asked.
"Nope," she says.
"Why is that?"
"Cuz long ago we say not to."  Speaking as a philosopher, would you say that this means we turned our backs on God long ago and in doing so, we were basically saying not to hear us anymore?  I'm not certain, but it's hard not to think about, wouldn't you say?
Kids say the strangest things.

Funny as heck and soooo true!

 

Funny pics and sayings.

The calm before the storm

The calm before the storm.

 A teen is a force of nature

This morning was merely a fluke.  It was calm and serene, but didn't last long.  The parade was this afternoon and this alone should have given me pause.  Why have a parade during the hottest time of the day?  Why not start the parade in the morning before the sun melts the sidewalks and people begin to spontaneously combust?
At any rate, I had the bright idea to take the family out to this "welcome to the flames of Hell" event just to do something as a family.  Not the best idea given my family.  It was nonstop complaining and arguing and "mom, I have to use the bathroom."   After sitting for half and hour, I took the kids several blocks away to use Safeway's facilities.  When we got back to our spot directly beneath the scorching sun, we noticed the firetruck coming down the road to begin the parade.  Hooray!  It was finally beginning....not.  Another twenty minutes passed after the firetruck went by and still nothing, not even a hint of a parade.  So, with the family sticky from sweat and near heat-stricken, we decided we'd had enough, packed up, and headed for home.  I took my reborn dolls with just to show them off a bit and several people thought they were real babies.  That was nice.  I love compliments like that, but I did have one lady who, when she found out what the price was on them ( and my price is less than half the price of other artist dolls) proceeded in saying that I was on crack and my dolls were priced too high, that I was an idiot if I thought anyone would pay that price,  blah, blah, blah.  She didn't realize that the head and limbs alone are from $50.00 to $210.00 per kit depending on the artist or that the paints are $3.00 per color and that I have to use at least 12 colors per doll or that the weighting for these dolls is $5.00 per pound and the dolls are weighted to 4-7 pounds each depending on the size of the baby.  I really wanted to haul off and kick her @$$, but I held back and didn't even give her a response.  She can bite me.
Now, we make it home and of course, my sister sends her son over as soon as we pull up to borrow power tools.  Yes, my sis lives right next door.  Fun, right?  Anyway, she has serious issues.  Every time I turn around there's my sister hefting something out of her house and to the dumpster because it has a scratch or a spot on it or because it doesn't match exactly in color to everything else.  She even gave away my $200.00 memory foam mattress that I had just given to her because the couch it was in wasn't good enough so she traded it for a puppy that she soon gave away when she was bored with it.  Last winter she gave away her air conditioner because she still owed money on it and didn't want to pay for it.  She felt that if it wasn't in her possession then she clearly didn't have to pay for it.  Ya, right!  Well, now she is sitting in a hot ass trailer without any reprieve and actually complains about it.  Funny!  At this moment and although she has not paid off her mobile home, she ripped out the linoleum and is now tearing out one of the closets to make the room larger.  She literally ripped out the drywall and all.  She is not a carpenter and the owner of the trailer is going to be pissed.  She did the same thing to her last mobile home, then walked away leaving the owner to fix the damage himself.  WTF!  You can't do that.  I have tried to tell her this several times, but she knows everything.  She says, "I'm disabled.  they can't do anything to me."  She uses that excuse for everything even large debts she runs up on credit cards or cell phones and what's funny is nothing ever happens to her.  If I were to do that kind of crap, I'd be in so much trouble it wouldn't be funny and I'd feel like a heel.  She isn't emarrassed at all.
Well guys, I have to sign off for now since I just received a call to pick up shoes from my mom's mobile home(yes, she lives here to) and now my youngest is throwing a fit to go as well.  I hope your days is a lot less crazy.  I'll be back if I don't have a mental breakdown or massive myocardio infarction.

A bit of quiet.

Quiet please

I'm not sure what to do with myself.  I woke this morning and the drama with my oldest daughter is over.  She's sleeping to be exact, my son did throw up all over the toilet, but I don't mind cleaning that up.  Well, alright, I do mind a bit, but any mom should clean it up and comfort their child rather than get all pissed because their kid wound up sick.  They don't deliberately get sick although it seems as if they do with how unobservant they are about the rules about spreading germs.  they are little germ farms aren't they?  But, they don't meant to be that way.  It's like children who wet the bed and the parent punish them for it.  I know of people who have make kids wear their wet underwear on their head as punishment.  Really?  Does anyone really think a child wets himself on purpose so he/she can sleep in a urine drenched bed?  No,  I don't think so.
Anyways, of on a tangent I am.  So, back to where I began.  All is great and thankfully quiet.  I know it won't be that way for long, but I'm cherishing it for now.  When the moon is full there will be a lot of crazy though and I do mean that.  My husband found out that the moon will be its brightest, and it will be its closest to the earth at this time.  He also mentions something about a solar or lunar eclipse, I'm not certain since after about fifteen minutes I generally just tune him out.  I know, how rude, but I have a hard time keeping focused on his conversations because he goes on forever about the same thing and uses far too many words to get his message across.At any rate, we will be outside at 9:30 pm tonight to witness something and then later to see the other.  My husband's mind is spinning I'm sure.  His friend said the moon will be its closest and this particular closeness happens once ever four thousand years.  I don't know if I believe that, but if my husband buys into it, he may start getting prepared for the end of the world.  Just the other night he saw a strange-looking cloud and said, "You see that?  It's a flaw is the camouflage."
 "What camouflage?"  I ask.  I should know just to keep my mouth shut sometimes especially when the conversation starts out as weird as that.
"The camo to hide the mother ship."  I know that a lot of the time he's jacking with me, but to not know when has got me a tad on edge.  I mean, he believed absolutely that jellyfish-shaped aliens float around just outside out atmosphere and that aliens have taken over our moon.  He reads to many weird-ass stories.

This is Saturday people and my day is starting out great!  I'm going to take advantage and enjoy the heck out of myself.  I'll let you guys know how tonight pans out and hopefully some of you check out the moon as well.  It's supposed to be a sight to see.

Holy crap!!!

 Mental break down 

Can a teen make your brain shut down?

The dream was great!  All about a handsome, dark-haired man, his arms wrapped around....and that's where it ended abruptly with, "mom, I can't breathe!"  My oldest daughter was standing at the foot of my bed, having what I know is one of her panic attacks or something similar.  She has a mild case of asthma and the day before she had only nine puffs left of her inhaler.  This is where she begins to wig out.  She is just fine until her inhaler is down to a few puffs.  Anyway, there was no way to get her another one until after 8 am the next day, so I told her not to do anything that would cause her to have to use her inhaler too much.  She then cleaned her room, which she hadn't done in nearly six months (this always causes her to have problems because of the dust), then went to her boyfriend's house, where he and all his friends smoke constantly. 
So, there it was five o'clock in the morning, my wonderful dream obliterated, but I was o.k with that.  Where there's one dream, there's always another.  My sub-conscience is great that way, probably due to my absolute lack of romance in my life, or more accurately, lack of life.  the problem occurred when I was dumb enough to say, "hun, the pharmacy doesn't open until eight, so you need to try and calm down, or you could always go to the hospital if you simply can't make it that long."  Then she proved to me that she was not having trouble breathing in the least.
  "You just don't give a $%#@ about me and never did," she creamed.  "My dad would help me.  He always helps while you do nothing but bitch when you have to do anything for me."
 This pissed me off.  Her dad had little to do with her until recently, while I was the one who took her to the hospital, helped her with her homework, took her to appointments, etc. etc.  and I had just maxed out my credit card on just her, save $50.00 that was set aside for her inhaler of which I couldn't buy until the next day.  I tried to remind her that my doctor said I couldn't have any stress because of my blood pressure, but...."You always think about you!"  She screamed some more.  "Why the hell should I care?  You don't care if your own daughter can't breathe!"
My equally immature husband was up by now with all the screaming, and he jumped in, I guess he didn't want to be left out.  He screamed and yelled like a 10 year old at her while I sat there with my mouth hanging open wondering when this nightmare was going to be over and the handsome, dark-haired man would be back to put a smile on my face.  Well, he never came back because by the time they were done with there verbal bashing, it was nearly time to take the other kids to school.   Low and behold, a couple of hours later, my oldest daughter was all smiles,  while I felt as if my heart would explode and my hair would fall out over the amount of stress I had to endure.   Will this drama ever end and will I know how to react to calm serenity if it does?