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?