I just bought ( this poster ) yesterday.


Been busy this morning.
Straightened up my room.
Cleaned out the dog's pen.
Made lunch.
Washed the car.
Read smut.

You know, the usual Saturday morning chores. *smirk*

More pictures, because I'm procrastinating

Saw a really cool ( moth )

These are pics taken in my room but you have to overlook the mess because I took these last night, before I straightened up.

This is the bookcase I keep all my dvds, ( in alphabetical order of course )



This is the bookcase I try to keep all my books in ( but I have about a dozen floating around elsewhere )


Odie wasn't quite awake when I took this
( picture )



Neither was ( Buster )

The facts, although interesting, are irrelevant.


Also... there are some days when it is completely apparent why my children do not lump me in with all the other adults in the world.

Earlier, we were all eating Pop Rocks and my dad was talking to me. Then I stuck my tongue out, with the Pop Rocks on them, to let him see them "pop". He made a face and went to go smoke.

Yeah, I'm all grown up.

Yesterday could've been really bad. I do hate spending time with my family. Family Time sent me to the bar with friends. Several drinks later.... had a great night. Cody and Jacob took lots of pictures which Cody has promised to post.

hint... hint...

Cussing like a sailor. I am so fucking pissed off right now, i could just beat someone into a bloody pulp. Just to watch them bleed. SPoot!!
I just found out that the man who was going to build me a computer isn't going to now. No NO, My fucking father, his boss, told him not to because I don't need it. I can't type right now. I am so pissed off at him.. I don't want to beat up my dad, it's just him i'm pissed at.. He's still running my life like I'm som e godamn two year old. @#$#%%^^$#@@#%^&*!!! That's it. I've had it with this shit. I was told this morning that I'm not going back to work when the boys are three. Not we prefer you not, or any shit like that. No!!!! I was told I wasn't going to do it. When I tried to tell them that I am a big girl now and can work if I damn well please. He yelled at me, told me my priorities weren't straight. FIne, I just take a deep breath, and calm down. In the middle of my last lj he came in and told me that I wasn't going to get a computer. There's nothing wrong with this one. Like Hell there isn't. I swear, I'm going to go postal. So, fuck him. I am going to finish school. Go to the Gateway store, buy myself a fucking computer and if he bitches, i'll tell him to bite me. I am sick of those assholes making my decisions for me. That's what pisses me off the most. Not the computer, not that I'm not going to work. It's that they make decisions for me. If i make a decision they don't like, they go behind my back and change it. For my own good, my ass..

Let's start from the beginning shall we. Every family has black sheep. Our family has several different shades of black. I'm only discussing my Dad's side right now because it's all that's relevant as far as this post is concerned.
Yes, I'm one of the black sheep. But in my family being a heavily tattooed, divorced mother of two, living with her parents isn't all that bad. I'm a shade of gray. Not quite black. All my cousins are black sheep too. My dad has 5 brothers, 3 sisters. We all turned out a little messed up. None of us can compare to my uncle Frankie and his children.
Uncle Frankie has four sons, two daughters. One of his sons and one of his daughters are on the PITCH end of the black sheep spectrum. Ricky *shudder* who IMHO is at least a pervert; not the normal or kinda perverted,the gives you the creeps kinda perverted. *shudder*
Cindy; ahem... is just bad. She's almost 40. She has kids, on her fifth or sixth husband, smokes does drugs, is drunk by 10am, and is violent. She also has this annoying habit of calling everyone baby. Even my mom and dad, her aunt and uncle. She gives me the creeps too, but not anywhere near as bad as Ricky *shudder*.
Now that you know some background info, here's the story:
My uncle Frankie had a stroke sometime in the night Sunday. His girlfriend of 20 some odd years calls an ambulance. So at the hospital, he's a handful. Being as nice as possible about him. I love him, but he's on the darker end too. He's paralyzed on his right side now, and it still takes 7 nurses and two orderlies to hold him down to get an IV in him. Tuesday morning he has another stroke. I went to go see him Tuesday night in the ICU. The nurse begged me not to wake him up. *grin* Of course I didn't. That would be beyond e-vil. Another one of his sons, Shane (not my ex-husband)and his wife just separated after 6 years. She shows up at the hospital last night to see her father -in -law. Cindy was there. I'm assuming she was drunk because she always is.
This is where I get disgusted.
Cindy tackles Autumn and beating her into a bloody pulp. In the ICU. In her father's room. As the orderlies try to pry them apart. Cindy punches a few orderlies and while swinging, rips out her father's IV.
*shaking my head in disgust*