Thursday, June 28, 2007
Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They MUST be real places, names, things…NOTHING made up! If you can’t think of anything, skip it.Try to use different answers if the person before you had the same 1st initial.You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question.
Your Name: ~Lorraine~
1. Famous Singer/Band: Louis Armstrong
2. 4 letter word: Lick
3. Street: Lombard
4. Color: Lime
5. Gifts/Presents: Lottery Tickets
6. Vehicle: Lexus, cuz Chal wants one
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: Lame Stuff
8. Boy Name: Lucien .. I love that name. Cuz nobody would let me name my son Damien I tried for Lucien, but that got the nix also. I don't even like scary movies, the whole evil reference makes me mad! However, had I given birth to twins they couldn't have stopped me :)
9. Girl Name: LaFawnduh .. yes, from Napoleon Dynamite :)
10. Movie Title: Love American Style .. or was that a series? Wow. Flashback. Do you remember the bed on the beach???
11. Drink: Long Island Tea
12. Occupation: Loofah Tester
13. Celebrity: Lindsay Lohan (sorry, but it had 2 L's)
14. Magazine: Life
15. U.S. City: Lincoln
16. Pro Sports Teams: Lakers
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Landing airplane because pilot died
19. Something You Throw Away: Lost Sock Orphans
20. Things You Shout: Loser!
21. Cartoon Character: Liger (sorry, couldn't resist)
Monday, June 25, 2007
BTW, MissA, click on the image for a LARRRGER version of THE BOY! Egads :)
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
A woman from Los Angeles, who was a tree hugger and an anti-hunter, purchased a
piece of timberland. There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the
tract. She wanted a good view of the natural splendor of her land so she started
to climb the big tree. As she neared the top she encountered a spotted owl that
attacked her. In her haste to escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground
and got many splinters in her crotch. In considerable pain, she hurried to the
nearest doctor. She told him she was an environmentalist and an anti-hunter and
how she came to get all the splinters. The doctor listened to her story with
great patience and then told her to go into the examining room and he would see
if he could help her. She sat and waited three hours before the doctor
reappeared. The angry woman demanded, "What took you so long?" He smiled and
then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the Environmental Protection
Agency, the Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management before I could
remove old-growth timber from a recreational area. I'm sorry, but they turned me
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Mom: After going on and on about how she's tired of it all, she basically did nothing. This morning when my brother arrived at 8:30 my husband called their house to have my step father come over for support. Of course, when he left there he was all gung-ho and pissed and going to rip him a new ass.. bla bla bla. When he arrived, he just stared at Adrian. Not that I wanted a rumble, but I think he's in it for the fun of watching. He doesn't care, and has done nothing in the past to help my brother. They did drive by my house yesterday and noticed my brother passed out in his car. Instead of stopping to see if I needed help for whatever... they just went on home. I heard later that they had seen him there. ?? And today I can't reach them.. they're at the casino.
The only sister I talk to: Yesterday she was put out that I called her while she was getting her manicure/pedicure. She actually said, "Here I'm trying to be all richie-bitchie, and I'm having to talk about my drunk brother." WHAT? She then went to Andre's.. which is a French pastry shop. She also bitched lastnight that she hoped he didn't show up there because 'what would the neighbors say' about a drunk parked in front of her house. Today she went to some luncheon with 1200 other cronies, and got home a bit ago. Never called me all day to see if everything was alright, or if I had heard from our brother. I told her he was arrested, "For what?" she asked. PROSTITUTION, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK???? But she couldn't be bothered.
I'm upset he's in jail. But I know that he will get medical attention if he needs it. He will have a place to sleep, food and water. It sucks. I know. I wouldn't want to be there. But, he brought it on himself. I packed up his clothing today and found 4 bottles of Jose Cuervo Especial.. empty. Big bottles, says 375ML. I know that he drank all of them between Monday evening and Tuesday. That's not someone that wants help.
So yes. I called 911 this time. I believe he was on the border where the more ABLE police station gets involved. I told a white lie and said that I watched him leave a nearby restaurant and drive in his car.. then pass out in the parking lot. I watched from across the street and 4 police cars and a paddy wagon eventually came and took him away. And his car was towed. I feel like an asshole, I do. I'm sorry I had to call the police. But I simply didn't see an alternative. It was that or let him die in his car?? He lost his wallet. He had no money, no ID nothing on him.
It's an end I guess. By pointing out what jerks my family members are, I'm not asking for accolades. I'm not a great person. I can be quite a bitch, actually. But I guess I'm typing this out to help my brain understand I did the right thing. I hope. Because I feel like total shit about it. But nobody else was willing to do a thing. They like to get angry.. but do nothing.
"Well, we're on black-out"
"And that means?"
"There are no available officers."
So, great. Screwed again. Nothing ever goes on up here, why are we in black-out? Is there a party somewhere? I drive by QuikTrip and there are usually no less than 7 officers parked and hanging out. Yet I can't get one person to actually put forth any sort of effort to arrest my piece of shit brother. And I feel bad enough even having to call the police because he IS my brother. But if something happens then I will feel responsible. But I'm also tired of being the one to take the keys rendering me basically responsible for his ass. I'm just so frustrated. I feel like I am enabling him to kill someone by not taking his keys. But at the same time, if he isn't caught, then they won't arrest him. Why does it have to reach this point? Clearly he's driving. He obviously doesn't live at fucking Goodyear. That is not his driveway. I thought if you were drunk and behind the wheel, that was intent and you could be arrested. Turns out it isn't so.
I'm just angry. I'm mad that I can't get any cooperation from the police in this tiny area. I slammed the door on them this morning because one guy actually laughed. "Oh, I remember that guy from the grocery parking lot." Is it fucking funny? Because I don't think so. I told them that I'd just wait to call once someone is dead and then perhaps I could get some help.
At this point I'm going to just go and sit at Quik Trip. When I see my brother driving off, then I will call 911. Because that's all I can do to get anything accomplished with these people. Fucking useless.
You know I love you. I am sorry that I only mention you when I'm hostile. Over the last few days there has been a lot of drama with Jackass brother. I try to be patient with him. And when I have no patience for him, I at least try to give him a place to recover. But I have hit a wall. My point behind not allowing him into my home was always because of Monkey. We try to raise him in a normal home, no drama. We don't drink, we're not addicts of anything and we try to set a good example. I allowed him to stay here because he had no place else to go. He was drunk and sitting in his car in a grocery store parking lot. So with the help of our wonderful neighbors, we managed to get his car parked in front of our house.. where we could watch him and make sure he didn't DIE! After almost 2 days he could walk and we let him stay in the basement. Bought an inflatable mattress.. got it all set up nicely for him. Nicer than a fuckin' car pissing himself. Of course he missed work, but his boss is so very understanding. At any rate, after about 6 days of staying here he started to avoid me last Tuesday. He had Sunday, Monday and Tuesday off because he had a long work week coming up to cover for some guy going on vacation. His jackass girlfriend called him Monday because she wanted him to drive her to the hospital to see her mother. She's just as useless as he is. Either break up or don't, but don't just call when it's convenient for you. So I think that because she dropped him off here Monday night and didn't let him go home with her, he decided to drink. Well, that and because he's a jackass. So on Tuesday I figured he was just busy with her drama and didn't think much about it. Until I realized that instead of coming in the front door, he was sneaking around through the back door next to the garage. And I became angry, but ignored it. He can be a dick when he's sober, not too social. Late that night around 10:15 Monkey and I decided to toss the telescope into the van and go to a clear area to see if we could see the moon. And I wanted to see if we could possibly pick up the space station, I had read that backyard telescopes were picking it up in some areas. But.. alas.. cloudy. We returned around 11:10 to find Jackass in the kitchen stumbling around like a total moron. I placed the telescope in the dining room and I could tell he was startled. He stumbled out of the kitchen in his robe, barely able to walk. I noticed shit ALL over the counter, and food all down the front of his robe.
"What are you doing?".. I asked while trying to give him the benefit of a doubt
"Hmm..huh??"... he mumbled fuckin' drunk out of his gourd
So.. I went off. Sent Monkey to the office and lost my mind. I haven't screamed so much.. since the last time I screamed at his useless piece of shit ass. Basically chased him downstairs, made him put some clothes off and shoved him out of the door. He passed out in his car.
I'm not a cold person, as the other sibling that I don't speak to likes to say I am. I just have zero tolerance for stupidity. I really don't. If he actually wanted help and was trying to improve his life, then I would be more than happy to help him. But when that piece of shit knows he has no other options.. and he brings alcohol into my home? No fucking way. He's a jackass. I have been on the phone repeatedly with the police since yesterday afternoon. I feel guilty for not taking his keys, but I didn't realize he was so stupid that he would leave the front of my house. It was a bad call on my part. And the police won't do anything about it. He managed to drive to his ex-girlfriends house and all they did was take him to a local hotel. It's pathetic. And he was at my door again this morning at 8:30. I know his stupid girlfriend probably picked him up this morning and took him to his car, because she doesn't want him or his things there. So he came straight to my house, looking for his wallet because he lost it. But not here. I figured he'd stay at the hotel and sleep it off.. but no. And he's still stumbling around. So I called the police again... and nothing. Instead of driving around looking for him, they're lecturing me on how I need to file restraining orders. Which isn't the fucking point. I want him OFF THE STREET. I don't care if he's passed out on my fucking lawn, I don't want him behind the wheel. And to just totally finish me off. Lastnight I thought I'd charge his cell, so he could at least make calls. And I wanted to delete my information from his contacts, and photos of Monkey he had taken with the camera. And when it powers up.. what is the fucking screen saver on the phone? His member. Fully erect.. with my comforter in the background that he was using in the basement. And I know it wasn't on there Monday because that's when he took the photo of Monkey. So this is what that useless piece of shit was doing Tuesday while drunk. And when I went into the photos to delete Monkey, there were 2 of his dog... 2 of his ex... 1 of Monkey and about 6 of his only best friend in the world. The thing with which he obviously does most of his thinking. I mean, how old is he? 50! I would expect that from some 17 year old boy that thought it was funny or something. But there is something just not right in his head.
So he's gone. And I'm feeling angry, guilty, pissed and disgusted. I thought that today would be a non-uncle kind of day for Monkey, yet there he was laying on my doorbell at 8:30 this morning like there was a fucking fire. Actually getting mad at ME because I didn't know where his wallet was. It's not my fault he stumbles around drunk and loses things.
Well, I'm done now. Thank you, journal, for listening to my banter. I know I brought this on myself, I allowed him to stay here. After he ruined my home while we were on vacation last Spring. And while he has used and abused every member (except Mother) of this family. I get it.. "told ya so". But I always hope, ya know? I think that 'this will be the time'.. because he has no other options. But it makes no difference to him. And I wash my hands of him.
After having a completely shit-tastic day, complements of my jackass brother, I took the kiddies to see 'Nancy Drew'. It was actually kinda cute. Now I'm going to go to bed and hope that tomorrow brings great things. I'm having lunch with pa, so that should at least be interesting and provide a few good chuckles. And my sister bought me some pastries from Andre's today, so that's always a bonus. I'll have to buzz by and pick them up!! Hopefully my jackass brother won't show his face 'round here no more. And again, I remember why Monkey is an only child. Out of 3 siblings, I could do without 2 of them completely and my life would be sparkly and happy.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
It came to me, I remember now. It was titled 'They Live'!!! Rent it, because it will surely give us information on how to defeat them!! I thought I'd have my way with the original movie cover :) You know you think he's an alien!!! Don't deny it!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
But a while back GirlNextDoor and her hubby discovered a grill at the curb. Now, since it was 'bulky trash' week, they assumed it was for bulky trash. I think they're crazy and that someone took it out to the driveway to wash it.. and basically they stole it... but, regardless, I HAVE A NEW GRILL! My last one sucked. I bought it at a garage sale and if I remembered where I would drive by and hurl it through their front window. It didn't have a thing which stopped all of the charcoal from falling through the bottom. And, I had to use charcoal because.. well, other than that I fear fire or exploding propane tanks.. the first fence-jumping dog we had chewed the cable to the gas. Anyway, long dull story short.. GirlNextDoor and her hubby stole someone's really super awesome grill out of their driveway.. and gave it to us :) Mainly because I'm pathetic and can't grill cuz my grill was crap. It's shiny and pretty and has 3 little grilly things to put food on inside. There is a clicky button which starts FIIIIRE.. and even a side burner incase I want to .. like... cook a pot of something. I don't know. But it's neat and free and my neighbors are the best. Not only the ones that steal, but also the ones that are silly enough to leave kick-ass grills outside to be stolen.
However, I was also wondering, what if they just didn't want it anymore because something icky happened in it? Like they cut up their cable installer guy and ate him.. after grilling him on this grill? That's bad. Right? And no, those are not my cigarettes in the photo. The whole idea of someone smoking while cooking for me makes me annoyed. And yes, those are pots of herbs on the bench. They're going to the back yard to be planted tomorrow, along with the grill. It belongs on the back deck, but I couldn't convince anyone to take it there today. Slackers. Like it's fuckin' Father's Day or some shit. I'll be glad when I can get back to bossing his ass around again tomorrow!! I mean, HE was in VEGAS on Mother's Day. Did I complain?!?! Well, yes. I did, actually. I don't care if it was work. I don't know when watching women spin on brass poles became WORK?? I don't care if he IS the brass pole inspector. I realize someone has to make sure they are kept clean and up to codes.. but on Mother's Day?? I think someone is lying to me. Why haven't I met his employer? Why is he always paid in casino chips or buffet comps at shady dirty casinos? Why doesn't he get a W2? I really should ask him these questions....
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Most abused journal,
So yes, brother dear is staying with us again. After finding out last week that his girlfriend kicked him out again, he showed up at the same nearby grocery store parking lot drunk and sleeping in his car. Well, we found out his location when police knocked at our door at 5 in the morning.. looking for his family. "We can't leave him there.." We told them to arrest him then, but that the family is tired of bailing out his 50 year old self. Tough love, we thought. But they did leave him there. I printed out all of the information for all of the local shelters he could stay in, and put it on his window. We toughed it out for 2 days, leaving him in the parking lot to bake. Taking him water and crackers. But it didn't last. I felt I would sleep better if he were at least parked under the tree out front for shade. Sleeping off his drunkeness.. jackass. Pissing himself. Puke on the ground. My patience just doesn't understand why he does it. When he sobers up I just want to slap him when he even tries to blame it on his girlfriend, he's been a drunk for years. He'll go months.. just fine.. then BLAM! And the whole family goes into chaos. And I remember why I don't like my mother. I love her.. I have to, but I don't like her. She's two-faced. After a couple days out front, we allowed him to come inside and he's sleeping downstairs now. This time he finally accepted it's over with the girlfriend, so I'm happy for that. She took him back last time because he got his tax return and had already booked tickets to Cali for a week. I'm not stupid, I know what kind of person she is. If you love someone, then you try to help them cure whatever is wrong with them. She never does. She's not a nice person, and never does anything social with our family. I know she's a user, so I can understand his frustration when he says that he doesn't feel she loves him. Duh? So, he's in our home now. Well, on an inflatable bed in the basement.. which isn't so bad with cable and such. Better than a grocery store parking lot.
But my mother. She's cold. After we brought him inside, she and my step-father wrote a nasty email then sent it to ME. "Give this to him". Screw you. I wrote back that I'm working towards the positive, and that I didn't want to be the bearer of negative. Plus, I had hardly spoken to him at the time. He's lucky my husband is so understanding and has a heart of gold. But it was full of sarcasm and just nasty comments about him being a 'loser'. From his own mother. Yet, when they came by my house she was all cuddles and love with my brother, and I wanted to scream. I don't want to hate her. But she's evil. To treat her own child like that, it's just disgusting. My father helped my brother for many many years. Giving him a job, nice cars, paying for his rehab twice.. and so much more. Legal bills. Car repair bills. Bailing him out right and left, because he didn't know what else to do. He can't now, he's barely able to take care of himself. And we've had conversations, he feels bad that he can't let him move in with him. But I fully understand. As it is I'm working towards my father moving in with us and selling his home. It's too much for him, he's not well. But where was my mother during all this time? She started her NEW life when I was 16 and has never once helped my brother. Ever. Yet she will go on and on about how we have 'done too much' and he's 'got to do it on his own, because she's had enough'. But never, she has never helped him. Never bailed him out of jail, which we have done repeatedly. All of us, my sisters, father and I. Had we called mom back then? Yeah, right. Never took him in and offered him a place to stay. Never once showed him any motherly compassion. But, face-to-face, she's all about how it's his girlfriend's fault and how she needs to be more understanding. Yet behind his back? She spent hours over there bad-mouthing my brother.. because she called to tell me all about it. I cut her off. At least being older now, I know how to end an unwanted conversation with her. "Oh, Monkey is crying.. gotta run."
I'm trying to bite my tongue. When she starts on her 'I'm a victim of my son' bullshit. She's a horrible mother. She was a horrible mother. And regardless of how sweet and wonderful people think she is when they meet her.. which she is.. she is still a bad mother. And I hope that I never behave the way she does. As far as parents go, I don't think I fared too well. However, I would take my father any day. He may be a nutty freak of nature, but at least you know where you stand with him. If he's pissed, he'll tell you and then you're done with it. There are no mental games. And all of the fun times I do actually remember from my childhood, were with my father. All I remember about my mother is that she constantly started fights with my dad. She always slept on the couch, and she was cold. I remember my father crying and I remember the depression he was in when I returned from Switzerland. And I remember when they did finally file divorce papers, he said there was no way in hell she would get custody.. and it made me feel wanted. Because she never once asked me if I wanted to go with her.. she actually told me to stay with my dad. Not that I would have left him, but she didn't know that. Her excuse was that she couldn't afford to take care of me, "Your father has more money." Which was bullshit, and she knew it. He was broke and unemployed when she left. We were living in a rented home and the only car we had was an old unreliable 1964 Jag XKE because she took the family car. She never called. Never invited me over. Yet to talk to her now, you would think my father tore us kids away from her. In her memory, she was alone and pining for her children. In reality, she was continuing one of her many affairs and trying to get my sister's boyfriend to move in with her.
I don't feel better. But at least I got it out. So I can remember why I'm so angry with her this time.
- Although the name ***** creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it limits self-expression and friendly congeniality with a moody disposition.
- This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the heart, lungs, bronchial area, worry, and mental tension.
- Your name of ***** creates a quick, clever mind capable of grasping and assimilating new ideas.
- You are rather studious, mentally challenging each new idea before accepting it.
- Because you learn so quickly you have little patience with those whose mental processes are somewhat slower, and you could become supercilious or somewhat "know it all" in your attitude.
- This characteristic could make you rather unpopular with your associates.
- Although you are very knowledgeable and intelligent, you often find spontaneous verbal expression difficult.
- You crave friendship, understanding, love, and affection about your reserved manner appears forbidding to others.
For mine, I'm just basically a procrastinator. As if I didn't already know this.
- The name Lorraine creates the urge to be self-expressive and happy, but we point out that it causes procrastination and lack of confidence, and thus you are unable to realize your goals and ambitions.
- This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver, bloodstream, and fluid systems.
- The name of Lorraine creates an easy-going, good-natured personality, meeting and mixing easily.
- You appreciate the company of others, to the point that you do not like to be by yourself for very long.
- You are gifted with natural expression, both verbal and musical, but you would find it tedious to study music and practice theory.
- Anything that involves concentration or just plain hard work, you prefer to avoid as best you can.
- Although you have many creative, original ideas, procrastination is your worst enemy because you can seldom make decisions and carry them out.
And of course, the Monkey:
- While the name Alexander creates the urge to be self-expressive and happy, we point out that causes a scattered and emotional nature.
- In the long term, it can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the liver and bloodstream.
- Your first name of Alexander makes you extremely generous.
- You have a bubbling, spontaneous nature and a happy-go-lucky outlook which helps smooth the pathway of life.
- Also you are sympathetic to the needs of others.
- Interested in art, music, singing, dancing, and anything of an artistic nature, you could become a very fine performer.
- Your spontaneous expression stands you in good stead during arguments or debates, though you are perhaps too outspoken and inclined to sarcasm.
So, there y'are. Everything I need to know and I can now move my life forward having had all of these important facts pointed out.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I need to get a hobby. I caught this on another blog today, and she's so cute! But seriously, does that female judge cry all the time or WHAT? I didn't think anyone out there would cry as much as I did .. for no reason at all! I guess I feel better now.
Monday, June 11, 2007
I uploaded quite a few videos mainly for MissA and CrazyG, but if you want to see the rest because you just LOVE bunnies.. then you can view the others;
HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, and HERE
OK, I admit I can not listen to Nessun Dorma performed by the King Luciano without crying. But this guy rocks! Why doesn't our AI pump out performers like this? Did this guy win 'Britains Got Talent'???
**Update** His name is Paul Potts. I guess the show just started, so we'll have to see if he wins. He really is impressive. Does anyone else cry when they listen to this song?!?!? Man.
Stupid blogger. So I updated the information, and it removed the video link. I don't know why it always does that. So, view the video HERE on Youtube. Seriously, you should do it!! He's not Pavarotti, but pretty freakin' amazing for a 'carphone' employee!!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I remember watching the spelling bee, and the winner really cracked me up. Very matter-of-fact with his answers. So I was happy to see this CNN interview. I have read a few places that he may be autistic? I'm not MAKING FUN OF HIM! But seriously, he is totally lacking in Social Skills 101 :) It just made me chuckle to see the talking head struggle with the interview.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I feel so sad for her parents. I just can't even imagine ever going through that. They were so brave in the news conferences, and even her sister would get up and answer questions during the search. They found her body in a local park yesterday.. they narrowed her location down by cell phone pings. And they did arrest the guy lastnight, so at least there is some closure for the family. They had surveillance of him leaving the same store just before she did. He was only 26.
Anyway, God Bless Kelsey Smith and her family.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Took the Monkeys to check out a local skateboard/bike park yesterday. It's sort of neat. The son of a friend is staying with us for a week, and loves to skateboard. But didn't bring it this time. What can ya do.
Annnnnd, I have dirty tomatoes growing in my gahhhhden :)
And then there is the last photo. I love sitting at my desk watching the Monkey and his loony friends play. It was cute, all of them playing in the sand box. However, the child I just can't stand.. he is in the foreground? With his back to the camera with the dark green shirt. He had to ruin it all. Monkey and the friend on the right were wrestling.. just wrestling. No ass kicking. But annoying child wanted to join in, and his idea of joining in was trying to kick them either in the shin or the knee. I kept yelling, "Stop kicking!".. but he didn't. They went out of view for a bit, and next I heard the whaling of Monkey. He came around back and was holding his groin. Short story, idiot child kicked Monkey in the crotch. Very hard. Hard enough that when we went to bed lastnight the area was still red. Idiot child then said Monkey hit him with a stick, so of course I was pissed. Knowing idiot child though, it was probably Monkey's final straw with the kicking. So I lectured Monkey lastnight on how hitting someone with a stick is NOT the thing to do, and just leave if he is being an idiot. Which idiot child is always doing. He didn't really explain what happened though. Today I found out that actually idiot child kicked Monkey, and then Monkey hit him with the stick. I'd like to hit that kid with a stick. And I know his mother won't say a thing to him. I know kids will hit each other, and I know Monkey can have a mouth on him. I try to hold my judgement until I hear all of the sides :) But, there just isn't any excuse for intentionally kicking someone in the groin, you know? There is a difference between wanting to hit someone, and seriously wanting to do him harm. So. Anyway. Welcome Summer. I so wish they would move. I really do.