My Single Mom Life

I bought about 6 cans of tuna because I'm out of cat food and cash.
Then my sis went and bought me cat food.
Now I have too much tuna.
Rainy day sandwich filling.
I took a pic of the boys on our way to the store.
I don't get many pics of Mark because he is uh, well, teen-ish and hates the camera.
You can even see it in this pic.
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The whole way to and from the store he kept asking if the camera was out.
I guess Mikey is coming over tonight.
Whatever falling out they had, it appears to be over.
So that's it.
That's my day.
Exciting isn't it?

Posted by Kat at 7:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

but I am waiting for Mark to get home from school so he can go with us and help bring home some more food than what Sebastian and I can carry.
Haven't really been doing a lot today.
Just doing some dishes in shifts and doing little pick ups around the house.
Nothing major.
It's not too bad temperature wise today.
83o degrees with 63% humidity.
It's the stickiness I can't stand.
Everything sticks to you.
Ick.
Well, need to go shave my legs before I go out.
Yeah, I should have done that in the shower this morning but forgot.
Oh well.
Later days.

Karen

Posted by Kat at 1:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

And these are the best ones.
As always, click for larger
View of Siesta Key beach from the bus.

View of one of the mansions having an addition added.

Just a nice view.

Sebastian goofing off at the docs on the baby toys.

Sebastian's pink eye.
Under all that hair that we just cut a month ago.

Celestial Me

Posted by Kat at 6:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (10)

Sebastian does have pink eye.
It was a long day and then we got to the pharmacy and they won't have his script until tomorrow.
He has a note excusing him until Monday.
I am so frigging tired.
Too much walking, sitting in uncomfy bus seats.
4 buses to go to the doc.
2 there and 2 back and for some reason, people thought I was the fucking cruise director and kept asking me where such and such was and what bus they should be on.
Did I look like I work for the SCAT bus?
Speaking of, you need to go to google and type in sarasota scat bus like I did so I could get the schedule for this bus to the docs which I never take.
I'm warning you ahead of time, the very first link is horribly horribly wrong and you get the same results if you type scat bus sarasota or even scat bus + sarasota.
I am telling you, WARNING YOU, it is not a site you want to click on. If you have never heard of the sex fetish scat before, you are in for quite the lesson.
I nearly vomited.
I ran into a SCAT employee (his shirt said supervisor) in the grocery store to get us some lunch and asked him for an email address because there is something that they need to see and possibly correct if they can.
He asked me what and I said I wouldn't ruin his lunch and I would just email him.
We came home, ate and I passed out.
The heat and the walking combined with the meds that make me bloated and sensitive to the sun, is just a bad combo for me and out go the lights as soon as my bod touches a soft anything.
So that's my day.
I took some pics with my cheap cam and I will upload them and look at them later and if they are any good, I'll post 'em.
Later.

Posted by Kat at 4:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (14)

Thank goodness too because he is starting to drive me crazy with wanting to itch it.
I have to keep yelling, don't touch it!
So it's definitely something.
Will let you know when we get back.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 8:21 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I am so bored.
That is all.

Posted by Kat at 9:18 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

It figures that a super nice, normal, cute guy lives all the way on the other fucking side of the country.
He's not an artist, musician or anything in the entertainment field which is a major bonus and according to my horriblescopes and many love tests say I should avoid.
Or-E-gon.
Yuh.

Southern Wench

Posted by Kat at 4:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

so I used a packet of mayo I have had in the fridge from some restaurant for like a year.
So far so good but it smells.
I hate mayo.
I'm a miracle whip kind of gal.
I wonder if I could use that instead...

Sunfairy

Posted by Kat at 12:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Just hanging with Sebastian and stuff trying to keep him from ripping his eyes out.
Haver a great wednesday.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 9:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Last night, as I was going to get in bed, I noticed a big 'ol cat hork right in the middle of my bed.
Giant hairball with slime.
I had to change out my sheets because I hadn't made the bed so instead of just ditching the comforter until morning, I had to change out the sheets.
I had just washed them.
I much prefer it when the cat horks on the carpet.
If she does it again, I'm going to shave her and there won't be any cat horks to be found anywhere.
That'll teach her.

Redheaded Bitch

Posted by Kat at 4:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Sebastians school just called.
They think he has pink eye or an allergy but it doesn't really matter which one as long as he sees a doctor ASAP.
Great.
Do you know how long it takes to get an appointment with a doctor on healthease?
Wait. If you have been reading here long enough you know it takes fucking forever!
I called the office for the kids doctor and the answering machine is on. Call back after 3.
They are at lunch.
Until 3?
So anyway, I didn't see anything wrong with his eye last night or this morning so whatever this is, it came on suddenly at school.
Shit.

Posted by Kat at 2:02 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

Van Wezel doing a performance of Chicago.
And darn, me without a dime to my name for a ticket.

He was doing an interview at the hokey tv station, the one where the female newscaster announced live, on air a few months ago that she needed to pee. Like 5 times. They make hokey jokes. They are just so unprofessional, it's hard to take them serious as a news team.
So I was flipping through, I see Tom Wopat and stop.
It's not like I like him, it's more of a knee jerk reaction.
Oh! Stop! It's a Duke boy.
Yeah, I watched that show. Whatcha gonna make of it?
So he says to the male newscaster (thank god they didn't let the lady do it) what a beautiful setup they have here and the studio and the city is just gorgeous.
Which it is.
Sarasota is just beautiful.
And the newscaster just goes "uh-huh".
I hate them.
Where the fuck did they find these people who work there?
They laugh all the time about stupid jokes and say pee and now uh-huh.
Idiots.

Lily Stargazer

Posted by Kat at 12:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

"Good God, am I really filling out another of these stupid things with the thought that the perfect woman will see it? Its about how things are with a person that matters, be you together or apart, ask a question get a straight answer and be prepared to answer in return. Live laugh love, do good for those around you and start the occasional marshmallow fight. Be creative, be silly, be the shoulder for support. Cook, clean, expect the same in return or at least a real shot at learning. Be outgoing but loyal. Smile. Save the sunday comics out for them when you're done with the art section. Bring home ice cream. "

So yeah, I'm still answering questions over at that Ok Cupid thingy and damn, there are a lot of them.
But anyway, I'm not really looking, just sorta goofing off.
Ya know what I mean?
It's like shopping for a new car even though you can't get a loan.
So this guy, above, messages me. He's moving to this area late July. Wants info on the area etc.
I check his profile and read that.
I swear, that was in a movie.
Anyone know or should this guy start writing for chick flicks?

The Baby Chronicles

Posted by Kat at 6:20 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I just made my first loaf of bread with a bread machine.
It was actually good.
Yay!
Thank you Christine.

Posted by Kat at 10:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

Sorry bout that but it's fucking hot and sticky.
Me no likey.
I can't afford the air conditioner so I'm hanging on as long as possible without having to do that money sucking box that FPL is just waiting for me to turn on.
They love it when we have to turn on the air cuz then we owe them more money for their precious power.
Ah, fuck you FPL.
I will sit and sweat and stifle in my house for as long as I possibly can before I pay you more money than I need to.
You hear me FPL?!?! I'd rather sweat to death than turn on that money sucker!

Ok, I'm gonna take a shower now.

Posted by Kat at 6:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

I was busy with phone calls this morning and stuff and then got like absorbed in that cupid site answering so many questions to like narrow down or give me more choices or whatever.
But like as soon as I said I was atheist, funny, no matches at all. So I went back in and said I was undeclared like a piece of fruit at the airport.
Tada! There were pages of people.
That kind of sucks though.
I mean, how the hell am I gonna find Mr. Fucking Wonderful if I can't be honest?
Oh well.
And today is monday so I have a tune for ya.
I am on a Twisted Roots kick because I just love them and they make me happy and I am so happy they are recording again. I grin from ear to ear listening to them and visions of little pink arrows go running through my head.
Don't ask me to explain, it was one of those moments where you just smile and every time you think of it after, you smile. One of those odd things the male species do to get a girl to laugh.
So here, have some Dog. Too bad, so sad, you missed it.
And don't be a dick, always right click.

Dreaming Witch
&
Bill
&
Starjewel

Posted by Kat at 11:38 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

So I was surfing around and I come across this test and I like tests. Tests can be fun. Wouldn't Mr. Lachance be happy to hear that? and anyway, it's like some sort of romance test and then when you finish the test, it's like a whole community of matches! Like people you click with and could hang with in your area! And it's free! And you can say just looking for friends and it was fun. Go take the OkCupid! Test and see what you get.
It says I'm a window shopper.
The Window Shopper
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDf)

Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper.

You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You're a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it's likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You've had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there'll be much more to come.

Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you're especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns.

Your ideal match is someone who'll love you back with equal fire, and someone you've grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you're drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs.

BEWARE: The Hornivore

CONSIDER: The Gentleman, The Loverboy

So then I finish the test and find out I can even get more specific if I just answer more questions. So ok, cool. Something to do when I get bored later.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 7:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Why is there a movie about ALIEN vs. PREDATOR?
Why?
These movies are both good on their own. It's not like Freddy vs Jason at all. Two totally different ideas and creatures.
WTF eh?

Posted by Kat at 7:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

So today is blogger love in day. See the button? I didn't make this up, you'll have to go click it.

So what we are supposed to do today is go to each of the blogs we read and tell that person why we love them.
I'm glad that I have all day because I have a lot of blogs that I read.
There is one blog that even though I read it, I won't be leaving a comment because I said made a promise to myself to never post a comment there again.
But the rest of you, the rest of you, I'm coming on over. It may take me all day but I will get to you.

This is the one time you will see me get any type of mushy in your comments.
So much for my tough appearance.

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"Lord, there's danger in this land.
You get witch-hunts and wars
when church and state hold hands."
[Joni Mitchell]

Posted by Kat at 10:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

This made me have to go clean it and put it back in.
It's kind of a good thing that happened.
I haven't taken these ones out or cleaned them in months and it was starting to twitch.
I am such a thrifty person that I can make one month contact lenses last anywhere from 3-4 months each thus saving me at least $200 a year.
Ha!
All eye professionals please understand, it's not that I don't like you, it's that I cannot afford to see you but once a year.

Posted by Kat at 5:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

So I figure I'll work on my movie page again.
It's kind of funny.
I thought when I was selling everything off this past year that I had sold most of my movies. I mean, I really sold a lot of movies but shit man, I still have a lot to do.

I also had completely forgotten about my affiliate link to Sideshow. I get this email from them the other day and just to see, I went and looked at my stats. Hey! What do ya know! A big item sold and I made $20.
Woot!
So I added my link to them here too. It can't hurt.
Mark loves that stuff but he still doesn't know how to take care of things so getting a collectible like they sell is out of the question until he can learn that some stuff, isn't for playing with.
And yeah, this is a new category.
Every sale through one of my links helps me out and I know that some of you do and I thank you for that.

Posted by Kat at 11:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

What's new right?
Well these dreams involved some bloggers who wrote some comments about the fact that I didn't post anything about earth day.
They were like drunken comments.
People were pissed that I missed the event.
None of that happened for real, it was just a weird dream.
But it was kind of funny. The drunken comments chastising me for no earth day post.
It actually woke me up.
Then I had a dream about going back to Maine for a visit and I had won the lottery so I bought a building in downtown Portland and had it remodeled.
I have seen this building for real at some point. It's on the waterfront near Wharf Street.
It looks like hell on the outside but the inside is dark pine. I have seen this building so clearly I should draw it out.
Just weird dreams all night.
Anyway, that's all.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 9:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

I absolutely love Twisted Roots from Maine and I think you should love them too..lol
So in case you didn't take my advice the other day and go download any of their Cd's, here is another song off of their cd Turn to Stone called Room to Breath. Gone gone gone.
I fucking love these guys.

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Posted by Kat at 8:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

But I don't know if they make what I am looking for.
I need one with a pour spout.
Why?
Because when I make a lot of pasta like I did tonight and dump it in the colander and then try to dump the pasta back into the pot, some of the pasta ends up falling out into the sink.
Wasted pasta.
And don't tell me to just pick it out of the sink. There is usually some dirty dishes in there.
Do any of you cooking and baking people know if any company makes one like what I am looking for?
Anyone?

Posted by Kat at 6:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Not too bad for my first try.
I just can't figure out which little section will change the color of the text in the sidebar.
You can check it out here New skin 4.
If anyone knows which section of the css file changes the text color in the sidebar, post it in the comments.
I know that must sound stupid but I honestly, just spent like all frigging day doing one little skin and I am going blind trying to figure out the fucking text link for the sidebar.
I just can't figure it out.

Posted by Kat at 3:16 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Bills' MT is semi-broken Scratch that. She says she can fix it. Her archives are there and stuff but it's fucked up man.
Someone help her out please?
I can't post a comment to her anymore. :(
It's been like a month and I want to comment damnit!!
Scroll all the way down to the end of the page for an explanation of what happened to her MT.

Posted by Kat at 12:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (18)

Boys are gone. I'm still tired.
I tossed and turned and had the orange peels in a wastebasket dream again. I can't explain it. For some reason, in the dream, I am carrying around a wastebasket of orange peels.
Maybe it has something to do with how good orange peels clean stuff and it's some sort of mind fuck telling me that I need to clean some part of my life.
Who the fuck knows why we dream the things we do.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 7:03 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

But I discovered that it was the Egyptian women who first started this whole crap with some sort of powder. I also found out that some women in 18th century England, who had thin brows, glued mouse hides to their faces.
Mouse hides. WTF?
I hate tweezing my brows but if I don't do it, well, let's just say they take on a life of their own.
I just felt like sharing a partial history of brow stuff with you.
It's really too bad I didn't record the small squeaks of pain that no matter how hard I tried to hold back, kept coming out of my mouth.

Posted by Kat at 9:01 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

With the free templates from Blogskins.
I made Marks a little more teenish for him. He hates school so that template was perfect. He likes it. Now if I could just get him to say more when he's there...
I did Sebastians after one of his favorite games, Kingdom Hearts.
I do love the free templates that blogskins has for the creatively challenged like myself.
I redid ex-roommates with a skin from there a few weeks ago.

That's really all that's going on. I have some dishes to do if I can.
Back is just not cooperating with me.
Oh well.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 3:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

FMU is offering a Homeland Security course.
I saw the ad on tv for FMUs new course and just about spit all over the place.
The ad said that there is an increased need for homeland security personnel and you can train now for a future of unlimited need.
What does that mean?
Does that mean that we are always going to need this Homeland security shit and so we have started offering training at community colleges?
I don't know. The whole thing just struck me kind of funny because this is the school that has all those hokey commercials with people who barely speak english saying how the same day they completed externship, they got hired or the medical billing commercial with the chick with the miss piggy nose.
The commercial that runs 50-60 times a day with annoying music and just general weirdness is going to be teaching homeland security.

Posted by Kat at 11:46 AM | Permalink | Comments (12)

Yeah, I'm having one of those very bad back days again.
I hate to whine about it but fuck it.
The surgeon in Tampa is a dickhead.
He still won't listen to me.
He thinks the vioxx is going to make this all better.
I had my PT and what does he do? Sends me more vioxx.
How loud do I need to yell 'IT'S NOT FUCKING WORKING YOU ASSHOLE!!!!' before he decides to listen to me.
I have been taking it since November and it does absolutely nothing at all for pain, inflammation or anything.
It does make me bloated and dry out my skin though.
Yay for side effects.
I am having Healthease search for a new surgeon because this guy just doesn't listen and he still has nothing to say to me about all the nerve damage or the cyst.
I ask him and he doesn't respond to me.
I'm cranky today.
Can ya tell?
Sorry but this fucking hurts and he is a dick and I want this to just go the fuck away and be able to move and walk without so much fucking pain and I'm tired of taking pills day after day and all the shit that goes along with this.

Posted by Kat at 12:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

have consequences for their kids.

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Posted by Kat at 6:07 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

than someone who can make you smile before you go to sleep.
For whatever the reason may be for saying nice things, thank you.

*updated to add*
That it is just downright bizarre to add people to your messenger and beg them to chat after only viewing their profile.
Not that I'm not flattered and all but uh, dude, that's creepy.
And no, this is not the same person who made me smile.

Posted by Kat at 11:31 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

They started this talk after seeing the winner of the Swan from last night.
I don't think so.
It's a nice normal nose.
See.

They said no no mom. It's not that it isn't a nice nose, it's that it can move.
Creepily.

It got broken once a few years ago and I never got it fixed.
It doesn't have a bump or anything. It just can move in either direction really far.
Hee hee.

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Heh. Just thought I'd show you all our street and say hello to ex-roommate. :)

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I just found this interesting information. There have been more school related deaths this year than any other year previous.

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I have learned that not a whole lot has changed.
The schools have adopted zero tolerance policies.
They say they have a zero tolerance policy and have even adopted strict dress codes to keep everyone equal.
Is it working?
I will be using my own sons middle school for example.

No.
The school is more concerned with whether or not the boys shirts are tucked in or the girls breasts are not showing when they should be a little more concerned with the kid getting tossed down the stairwell or beat up on the bus day after day.
There is a boy who rides the bus with Mark and he is repeatedly beaten up day after day and the bus driver does nothing. Hell, the bus driver doesn't seem to know where the hell she is going half the damn time.
The bus driver gets more upset over kids making animal noises than the fact that a kid gets off the bus everyday with some blood on his face.
A kid got pushed down the stairwell at school a few weeks ago and a teacher was present.
She did nothing.
She kept heading to her car.
The bell rang right? She wanted to leave and not have to stay and try to help that kid or punish the kid who did the pushing.
When you call the school about events of a violent nature, they are completely unaware of any problems.
They say that they will get on top of it first thing in the morning and give you a call back.
They never do.
They punish kids like Mark for drawing pictures or saying the word Hell and give him lonely lunch which is extremely alienating.
The kids in lonely lunch sit at a table at the front of the cafeteria right next to the teachers and everyone who enters can see them and the kids entering say lots of nasty things to the kids sitting there.
Do the teachers tell them to shut up?
What do you think?
They sit there paying absolutely no attention at all to the kids at lonely lunch table who are getting called names, spit on, shit thrown at them etc etc.
You call and talk to the principal and it goes on deaf ears.
They don't give a shit.

You call to report a bully.
What do you think they tell you?
They tell you that the bully is the victim.
That he has problems at home and that we need to be more understanding and try to help him.
Meanwhile, your kid is getting punched in the face, the arms, tripped and called names every single day.
They tell the kids who are bullied, the real victims here, to buck up and ignore it.
To be a better person and walk away from these situations.
These situations are happening right in the classroom and the teacher, who is obviously, from her lack of reaction to these acts of violence, deaf and blind.
The bullied kids don't even go to the teachers for help anymore because when they do, they get told that the bully is a victim of his circumstances and he needs our compassion. They tell this to your kid while he/she has a bloody nose.
They tell your kid to get some self esteem and deal with these issues of inadequacy that they have.
They have these self esteem issues because that little victim over there is punching him during science class you idiots.

I am not here defending Harris and Klebold.
They said that they were the bullied all of their lives and this was revenge. This was their way of getting back at the bullies and the school that did nothing to help them.
Maybe that's true.
We will never really know because they took their own lives.
What we do know is that schools have installed metal detectors and punish kids for broken pencil sharpeners with those tiny little razor blades in them because they may just want to slice someone up with it.
They are not defending the real victims of the bullying problem still.
They help the bullies by making the bullied feel even worse about themselves.
They send the bullied into see the school counselors about their self esteem issues and tell them to walk away and ignore it all and to feel some compassion for the kid kicking their ass every day.
His home life sucks don't ya know.
His parents ignore him and aren't home because they work late or whatever the case may be.
The school doesn't send him to counseling for his issues, they send the bullied.
The school doesn't call his parents about it, they call you and tell you that your kid has self esteem problems and that he brings this attention on himself.
What?
Hello?
He brings this attention on himself???
How? He goes to class and tries to learn and some asshole walks up and punches him in the arm or trips him in the hall and it's all happening right under the teachers watchful gaze and they all say that your kid, the bullied, brought it on himself by not walking away.

I kind of wish we could go back to the way it was when I went to school.
If you were getting bullied, you could go see the principal and his bad assness, he would haul that kid into his office, call the kids parents and suspend the jerk for a few days.
Now, the victim gets sent to counseling.
I had principals that would send a shiver of fear throughout your whole body and I never recall a single parent ever having a problem with Mr. Tsomidies kicking your kid in the ass or grabbing them and dragging them into his office so he could call your parents and suspend you.
If you saw Mr. T coming, you knew you were fucked.
You knew that mom and dad were gonna hear about what you did to that kid during gym class and you knew that your ass was going to get suspended and that mom was gonna chew your ear off and your dad was gonna kick your ass some more when he got home.
That was the biggest threat wasn't it?
You just wait until your father gets home.

Maybe that is the problem.
There is no fear of consequence for these bullies.
There is no suspension waiting for them, no parents to punish them within inches of their lives.
When I was a kid we feared our parents. We feared being spanked or punished or grounded or having to do some serious yard work all the while getting yelled at.
The kids today, have their parents in fear.
If you so much as raise a hand to your kid, they can tell a teacher and the school will call human services and you will get investigated and your kids know it.
You can't spank your kids because someone said it's child abuse.
The real child abuse is not giving kids consequences for their actions.
For every action, there is an equal yet opposite reaction unless of course you are a bully in the school system.
In school, if you push people around, you will get away with it and the kid you push around, gets sent to counseling.

The only thing that has changed since Columbine is the metal detectors.

Parents need to step up to the plate like when I was younger. They need to start being parents again and not allow themselves to succumb to the pressure that their kids place on them.
If my folks didn't want me watching a certain movie or a certain program on tv, that was it. It was law.
Kids today have free reign over whatever they do. They go out to R rated movies and their parents know about it and don't seem to care.
The kids have tvs in their rooms with full cable and internet in their rooms with locks on their doors.
The parents are in the living room not paying any attention at all.
Whatever happened to the family room with one tv and you either watched tv as a family or you went to your room and read a book?
The parents themselves are buying their kids violent video games because that is what the kid wants.
What about what's right and wrong?
Violent video games are not the cause of teenage violence, that would be like me admitting that Judas Priest is responsible for suicide, but it does have a lot to do with the way kids react to death and violence.
If it is a constant, (death and violence) they get used to it and it makes them basically numb to it and when they see dead people, it doesn't get any reaction from them.
I know kids who play hours and hours of violent games and then go outside and throw rocks at birds, poke dogs with sticks and push each other around and then when they get called on it, their parents defend them and say that darling little Johnny could never do that.
Really? That's why he was in my own house calling me a bitch to my kids because I don't let them play Grand Theft Auto.
You gave him the ok to be a jackass.

Parents need to get back to teaching their kids morals and ethics and right and wrong and not leaving it all up to the school.
We can see that it's not working.
If your kid does something wrong, punish them accordingly.
Sure they are gonna yell at you and scream and slam doors and tell you they hate you but it's your job to be the parent. It's their job to throw temper tantrums when they don't like what you say. They are kids after-all.

If your kid is a bully, you need to help them. If your kid is being bullied, you need to help them.

The schools hands are tied because no one wants to admit that their kid has a bully problem or that their bullied child could possibly go postal someday.
No one wants to admit that it is in their house.
My kids have a certain level of privacy.
But if I ask them to open a box or a drawer or the closet, it gets opened and I look at everything and I ask questions.
That was one of the major mistakes of the Harris'. They never went in his room.
If they had, they would have seen the bombs, the guns, the diaries clearly written out about his plans with his friend for that day.
They needed to be his parents and do the job they signed on for and look in his room and invade his privacy from time to time.

We as parents need to do our jobs and teach right from wrong and set limits and make our expectations known to our kids. It is our job.
If we do our jobs better and correctly, the schools won't have to make excuses for the bullies and tell the bullied to suck it up.
The schools also need to be able to follow through on their zero tolerance policies and take action against the violent students and not just continuously blow smoke up our asses and tell us they are taking care of it.
The adults of this country need to take back our rights to supervise our own children and our teachers need to be able to suspend the troublemakers.

The only thing that has changed since Columbine is the metal detectors.

Posted by Kat at 5:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (18) | TrackBacks (1)

Twisted Roots are back together and writing some new music and recording!
I can't even tell you how psyched I am about this.
Sure, I am not living in Maine anymore but damn man, if any band from that state should make it, it is them.
They have what it takes, the sound, the style, the loyal fans.
Go check them out.
They have all their Cd's available for download FREE on their site.
My fave?
Turn to Stone.
My fave line from one of their tunes?
"Are you god or are you dog? Does your tongue speak for you, speak for me or speak from above?"

Go Lay your groundwith some Twisted fucking Roots!
Don't be a dick, fucking right click!!
*updated* with another mp3. Poison Biscuits Live at the State Theater in Portand Maine.

Posted by Kat at 6:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

One of those days where I don't want to do anything and really haven't done anything.
I just feel a little blah.

That card game that I won from the Hasbro LOTR sweepstakes finally showed up today.
That made the kids happy.

This is such a horrible week in history isn't it?
I remembered awhile ago what today was.
I know exactly where I was and what I was doing 9 years ago.
I was sitting on my couch in my tiny little apartment above the dance studio hugging my babies while they tried to save as many lives as they could.
What a horrible day in time.

Posted by Kat at 3:47 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Megadeth-These boots are made for walking. Gone gone gone.
Don't be a dick, always right click.

I barely slept at all.
It's probably because I am used to total darkness and for the last couple of nights, I have been doing the lamp thing to try and catch fleas.
It's working.
Slowly or maybe that means they are mostly dead.
In the morning, there have only been one or 2 fleas in the water.
And actually, I don't think it's the light itself. I think it's the lamp that keeps me awake.
I have cats.
A lamp is sitting on the floor next to a dish of water.
Makes for a long night of panicking about possible fires.

And this is the most fucked up shit I have heard in a while.
You can't have a picnic with the homeless without a permit and liability insurance.
Seriously.
Go read that shit.

Posted by Kat at 6:41 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

It has just gotten more boring as the day has worn on.
We ended up watching The Crow and then Contact.
I have been doing a page just for my movies. I got a few done. I have about 67 more to go.
I used to have so many movies that I had them piled in boxes because I didn't have enough shelves for them all.
I sold 90% of my Disney collection and a few DVDs and VHS tapes on Ebay this past year when I was not getting any financial help from welfare and ex-roommate had moved back to Seattle and I needed to pay my bills.
I kept everything that I absolutely loved and even parted with a few because they were worth mega bucks at the local reseller store.
Anyway, here is what I got done on my movie page for today.
Yeah, they are all links because if I'm going to take all this time to note them all down, I might as well take a few extra seconds and make a few pennies from their links.

Posted by Kat at 7:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Holy crap am I bored.
I don't have cable so my tv viewing choices are highly limited today.
Damn, there ain't nothing but shit on.
So I am watching movies that I own.
Let's see, I watched The bone Collector and then Raising Arizona and after this ends, Sebastian says he wants to watch Star Wars Episode 2.
Again.
I have decided that on extremely boring days such as today, that I will work on cataloging my movies.
I am about to give up for today though.
I feel a nap coming on.
I hope you are all enjoying your day.

Posted by Kat at 1:56 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

We owe almost all our knowledge not to those who have agreed, but to those who have differed.
-- Charles Caleb Colton

Posted by Kat at 10:49 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

snake in the house and it broke a wine glass, I must have missed a sliver.
I was doing the dishes just now and went to wipe some crud away from the top of the sink near the knobs with water and my hand, something got me and for a tiny little cut, it just bled and bled and bled.
Still bleeding.
3 band-aids later, still bleeding.
See, snakes just don't look creepy and may bite you, they cause a whole slew of unforeseen problems even after they have left.

Posted by Kat at 6:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Sit here and update every single driver.
Yeah, that is what I call fun.
Not.
This driver is not compatible with this driver and blah de blah.
So I updated, configured and now all drivers are updated and compatible with every other friking driver.
It started out simply enough needing to update my video card and from there it just spiraled into compatibility issues and before I knew it, I was doing them all.
I don't want to do that again for quite awhile.
Wanna know what started this need to update my video card?
Checking to see if my system would be able to handle The Sims 2 when it comes out.

Posted by Kat at 12:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Dr.Phils Test.

Your total score is 53

Interpretation of Results
Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.

Heh. I scored better than Oprah.

Found at Sues'.

Posted by Kat at 9:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I'm not a huge fan of Ben Stiller but this looks funny as hell. 20th Century Fox: Dodgeball.
Remember that game that the gym teachers just thought was like the best game to play on a rainy day?
It was the ultimate torture game.
I know that there were at least 4 of us who amazingly, all had really bad cramps on those days.
It was much more fun to sit on the bleachers and watch other people get biffed in the face with that hard red ball that left huge red welts.
Cramps.
The ultimate way to get out of annoying, sadistic high school sports.

Posted by Kat at 8:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (8)

I won a copy of The American Nightmare - A Celebration of Films from Hollywood's Golden Age of Fright on DVD from HorrorAvenue.com - The Web's Horror Movie Database.
It is a wicked cool site for horror fans.
It has all the latest news on any upcoming horror films, contests, polls, trailers and movie clips from almost every single horror flick ever made.
A couple of months ago, I won a poster of 28 Days Later, from the same site, that was much larger than I expected but I found the perfect wall for it.
Scares the bejeezus out of me at 2 am sometimes.

Posted by Kat at 5:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Well, not really.
He lied to get me to come up there.
Called me 6 times and said they needed volunteers for the Tiger Trot. Some jogging competition.
I walk the mile up there in complete agony and find out that I wasn't really needed.
I wanted to choke him to death.
He said some of the kids think that I am just too lazy to come to the class functions but I always go to the important ones like his DARE graduation, class plays and musicals and awards and the class breakfasts. Jogging in a circle was not something I thought was important to witness after all, it's jogging. In a circle. For an hour and 45 minutes. A who can run the most laps kind of thing.
I asked Sebastian why he cares what the other kids think of me if he knows the truth about my back and how hard it is to walk up there. He said he wanted to prove it to them.
Prove to them his mother is in pain.
How nice.
So now I have spent the rest of the day recuperating from that walk up and back just so the other kids could see my back.
I am the class freak show.

Posted by Kat at 1:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Where the hell is everybody?
It is boring and dull around I know.
Both boys are at school today and I am doing laundry (so exciting)
and basically, just picking up around here.
I did get a coupon for $5 off some Orville popcorn because the 6 pack box I bought about month ago, had 3 bags pop flat.
So I emailed them with the box numbers and stuff and got a coupon.
I picked up 10 packs of their popcorn yesterday for .79 cents my final cost after their coupon.
If you get a bad product, tell the company folks.
They want to know that a product is not up to standard, yours or theirs and they will reimburse you. Most places will anyway.
Ok, off to do some cleaning and search for alternative flea treatments for around the house.
it's flea season and a few snuck in.
The cats have been treated but the beds and carpets need to be treated and I hate bug bombs and foggers. Very unhealthy. Carpet stuff for fleas is dangerous too.
Any natural people out there with good flea treatments?
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 7:22 AM | Permalink | Comments (13)

Ok, I have seen the George says pictures a few places now and I decided to make some of my own.
Click for bigger.

And remember kids, it's just for fun. Hate mail will be laughed at.

Posted by Kat at 5:46 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

Cheez-It Twisterz

Posted by Kat at 5:09 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Literary Test seen at Scotts

Author - Title
-- Beowulf
Achebe, Chinua - Things Fall Apart
Agee, James - A Death in the Family
Austen, Jane - Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James - Go Tell It on the Mountain
Beckett, Samuel - Waiting for Godot
Bellow, Saul - The Adventures of Augie March
Brontë, Charlotte - Jane Eyre
Brontë, Emily - Wuthering Heights
Camus, Albert - The Stranger
Cather, Willa - Death Comes for the Archbishop
Chaucer, Geoffrey - The Canterbury Tales
Chekhov, Anton - The Cherry Orchard
Chopin, Kate - The Awakening
Conrad, Joseph - Heart of Darkness
Cooper, James Fenimore - The Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen - The Red Badge of Courage

Dante - Inferno
de Cervantes, Miguel - Don Quixote
Defoe, Daniel - Robinson Crusoe
Dickens, Charles - A Tale of Two Cities
Dostoyevsky, Fyodor - Crime and Punishment
Douglass, Frederick - Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass
Dreiser, Theodore - An American Tragedy
Dumas, Alexandre - The Three Musketeers
Eliot, George - The Mill on the Floss
Ellison, Ralph - Invisible Man
Emerson, Ralph Waldo - Selected Essays
Faulkner, William - As I Lay Dying
Faulkner, William - The Sound and the Fury
Fielding, Henry - Tom Jones
Fitzgerald, F. Scott - The Great Gatsby
Flaubert, Gustave - Madame Bovary
Ford, Ford Madox - The Good Soldier
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von - Faust
Golding, William - Lord of the Flies
Hardy, Thomas - Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Hawthorne, Nathaniel - The Scarlet Letter
Heller, Joseph - Catch 22
Hemingway, Ernest - A Farewell to Arms
Homer - The Iliad
Homer - The Odyssey
Hugo, Victor - The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Hurston, Zora Neale - Their Eyes Were Watching God
Huxley, Aldous - Brave New World
Ibsen, Henrik - A Doll's House
James, Henry - The Portrait of a Lady
James, Henry - The Turn of the Screw
Joyce, James - A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Kafka, Franz - The Metamorphosis
Kingston, Maxine Hong - The Woman Warrior
Lee, Harper - To Kill a Mockingbird
Lewis, Sinclair - Babbitt
London, Jack - The Call of the Wild
Mann, Thomas - The Magic Mountain
Marquez, Gabriel García - One Hundred Years of Solitude
Herman - Bartleby the Scrivener
Melville, Herman - Moby Dick
Miller, Arthur - The Crucible
Morrison, Toni - Beloved
O'Connor, Flannery - A Good Man is Hard to Find
O'Neill, Eugene - Long Day's Journey into Night
Orwell, George - Animal Farm
Pasternak, Boris - Doctor Zhivago
Plath, Sylvia - The Bell Jar
Poe, Edgar Allan - Selected Tales
Proust, Marcel - Swann's Way
Pynchon, Thomas - The Crying of Lot 49
Remarque, Erich Maria - All Quiet on the Western Front
Rostand, Edmond - Cyrano de Bergerac
Roth, Henry - Call It Sleep
Salinger, J.D. - The Catcher in the Rye
Shakespeare, William - Hamlet
Shakespeare, William - Macbeth
Shakespeare, William - A Midsummer Night's Dream
Shakespeare, William - Romeo and Juliet
Shaw, George Bernard - Pygmalion
Shelley, Mary - Frankenstein
Silko, Leslie Marmon - Ceremony
Solzhenitsyn, Alexander - One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Sophocles - Antigone
Sophocles - Oedipus Rex
Steinbeck, John - The Grapes of Wrath
Stevenson, Robert Louis - Treasure Island
Stowe, Harriet Beecher - Uncle Tom's Cabin
Swift, Jonathan - Gulliver's Travels
Thackeray, William - Vanity Fair
Thoreau, Henry David - Walden
Tolstoy, Leo - War and Peace
Turgenev, Ivan - Fathers and Sons
Twain, Mark - The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
Voltaire - Candide
Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. - Slaughterhouse-Five
Walker, Alice - The Color Purple
Wharton, Edith - The House of Mirth
Welty, Eudora - Collected Stories
Whitman, Walt - Leaves of Grass
Wilde, Oscar - The Picture of Dorian Gray
Williams, Tennessee - The Glass Menagerie
Woolf, Virginia - To the Lighthouse
Wright, Richard - Native Son

My love of reading came from Mrs. Flaherty whom still teaches 5th grade at Old Orchard Beach elementary school in Maine.
She read to us aloud everyday and took us places that we would have never found on our own.
She gave me her copy of a Secret Garden and once the gate was open, there was no going back.

Posted by Kat at 2:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

*Yawn*
Not much going on this morning.
Just have to go get some grocery shopping done.
Mark is going with me.
He has the day off due to a field trip that he failed to raise enough points to go on.
That's another problem with this school.
They have to have points to use the bathrooms, points to go on field trips and they can use points to buy their way out of homework assignments.
I don't even know how the earn these points but Mark is 10 shy for todays trip and rather than have him go to school and have to join a 6th grade class all day, I said screw it, stay home and help me.
But points to use the toilet? Like what if you don't have enough frigging points? Are you supposed to hold the pee or poop all day until you get home?
Sounds a bit sadistic to me.
If you have to pee you have to pee.
People tell me to fight the bigger battles when it comes to this school crap.
Hrm, no use of toilets without points, bullies going unchecked, teachers over reacting to pictures drawn by children.
So many people wish they could be a kid again.
I wouldn't want it.
Not in this day and age.
The shit these kids have to deal with is worse than the shitty teachers I had to deal with.
Mr. Tsomidies kicking his students in the ass with his steal toe boots is nothing compared to the stifling oppression of individuality that some kids face in the public school system.
I should like go to the PTA meetings and cause a ruckus sometime.

I will answer emails later.
Julie, you are too sweet for words.

Posted by Kat at 7:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (17)

And are now riding their bikes around the neighborhood.
Sebastian is helping Mark by doing everything with him.
Other than this, not much else going on.
Later.

Posted by Kat at 7:54 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

So Mark got in trouble today for saying hell.
Some kid was saying all kinds of shit and cursing like a sailor in class and Mark said what the hell and the teacher caught him so mark got lonely lunch.
It's like time out for older kids.
You sit at a table by yourself near the teachers.
Everyone knows you're in lonely lunch.
I told him to just spend the time having a nice peaceful meal and thinking about stuff.
He said like what and I said, like more pictures that you drew the other day that pissed the teacher off.
A teacher got upset because Mark drew 2 matching pictures or themed pictures, during his free time near the end of class.
One is of the devil and it says come to hell and the other is a godish figure that says come to heaven.
There is nothing wrong with these images.
see for yourself.

Clickable for biggie size.

Now, was or is there anything wrong with these 2 pictures?
I don't see a problem but she told him he had to draw happy things.
Happy things?
Like rainbows and bunnies?
Does anyone honestly think that if a kid just draws rainbows and bunnies that they will grow up to be a happy, normal, well adjusted individual?
What about creativity? What about art and vision?
He got a lonely lunch for these 2 pictures.
A girl in his class was sent to the school psychologist today after turning in her poem on the broad subject of life.
That was the assignment, write a poem about life so this girl wrote a poem about suicide and it's effects.
They sent her to the school shrink.
She now has to spend time with a counselor every week to explore these feelings.
Did the teacher stop and actually read the poem or just assume the girl was going to off herself?
Maybe it was just a general poem. Maybe she knew someone who had.
I doubt any of us will really know because it's highly unlikely that girl is going to write anything serious for school again.
Write something that makes the teacher uncomfy, get sent to the shrink.
Draw something, get sent to lonely lunch for being offensive.

Posted by Kat at 4:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (18)

I woke up this morning with a killer migraine so after the boys left, I went back to sleep to try and kill it.
It's mostly gone now.
Mark and I had quite a long talk last night about a few things, his dad whom he now calls 'it'. The kid can't even call him dad. He read through those emails and was like how how can he keep blaming you when he is the one that starts this shit all the time. Yeah, he swore. I didn't get mad at him though because he's just a hurt kid who has an asshole for a father.
And don't tell me I should not let him read that stuff or hide it from them. I hid his behavior from them for years even going so far as to buy them gifts at xmas and stuff and sign 'love dad' on them. I stopped protecting him awhile ago.
I couldn't apologize enough.
I feel so guilty for bringing them into this world with him as their father and I know that they wouldn't be the same kids if it would have been a different man but damn, why did he have to such a breeding bastard.
He (ex) asked me in his last snotty email, how I can possibly know anything that goes on up there when I live down here.
I still have friends there, family, I know a lot of people and we stay in touch. News travels to me.
So I get to find things out without having to lift a finger.
This part of the post is brought to you by the letter 'S' and the number '6'.

Then Mark and I talked about a few other things. He is having a rough time in school. He gets good grades but he is one of those kids who just doesn't fit with any particular group and maybe it is my fault.
The other kids in his class are allowed to play video games like Grand Theft Auto and shit like that. I refuse to let them play those games. I don't like how you get to accrue points or health or whatever you get for pulling a woman out of a truck, raping her and then stabbing her multiple times. I don't think it's a game for young boys.
There are other things the boys in his class talk about and do that Mark is just not interested in. He's a geek I guess you could say. He loves Tolkien and fantasy and RPG games and this makes him sort of an outcast.
Boys can have eating disorders too ya know.
Mark does what so many girls do. No, he's not anorexic or doing the whole stuff and gag, he's comfort eating.
I have noticed his appetite and attributed it to his growing body.
He eats to hide the feelings of inadequacy and then feels even worse for eating it all and for getting fatter.
He's not a huge kid. He has a little belly. He's not a potato or even round, just not flat or toned.
It was heart pounding to hear him tell me about his days at school. How he often feels alone and hears boys in his class talk about pussy and violent games and the girls talk about rainbow parties. Yes, I thought this was a term only used on Oprah but holy fucking shit, this crap is true.
There are some girls in his class who do this and some of the boys have been on the receiving end.
And here's my son, conflicted. Here's my son being the good and moral child I raised and not talking about women like just sex objects and unable to talk about these games other kids play and feeling so alone because of it.
I have put him in this position.
I don't allow those games in my home and I have taught them that sex is not just something to do because it's there or that you can but because you love someone and you have to be responsible and wear condoms and you are too young and all that.
And here's my son conflicted.
Here's my son feeling alone and like an outcast and coming home and eating to make the loneliness feel better.
He asked me to help him lose weight. Crying and feeling so desperate to just fit in.
I told him we could get more salads and veggies and he can do some work out tapes that I have if he wanted to and I would help him as much as I could but being skinny isn't going to make you popular, it's something you have to want to do for you I told him. This has to be about you wanting a better body and not about being liked. You have to like yourself first.
He says that maybe if his body was better, he would feel better and would be able to make friends easier and shit.
Whoever said boys were easier to raise, I wanna kick you in your fucking teeth now.

Posted by Kat at 11:06 AM | Permalink | Comments (17)

Everything went fine at the docs but same rules apply.
No work. No lifting, no seated work etc tec etc. Stay on current meds and find a new surgeon ASAP if this one isn't treating me properly.

Posted by Kat at 4:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

The ex now wants to sue me for slander and libel
He would need to prove that my personal opinions were made with malice in an attempt to harm or defame him.
The 3 posts, (well now 4) that I have written about him, are my personal opinions of my ex husband.
They were never intended to harm or defame him.
This is my personal webspace where I write about my life.
Post #1, I was talking about a letter I received from the state of Maine in regards to him losing his drivers license for failure to pay child support.
This is not slander or libel because it is fact that he does not pay his child support as the letter clearly states.
Post #2 is where I stated an opinion on the recent robbery/theft of something in his band. I stated that it was my gut instinct that it was him. This does not say it was him but says that I think it is him based on information given to me by third parties and my own personal experience of personally knowing him as my ex-spouse and his behaviors as witnessed by me.
And post #3, written last night after receiving falsely spoofed emails from his now current girlfriend, explains to her, in some detail, the facts of my marriage and divorce from him as only I would know them.
He says that his lawyer read my site this morning and that I am indeed breaking the law. He says he wants to sue me.
My response?
Let's roll.
I will be happy to face him in court on this issue and the lack of child support as court ordered in February 1994.

Posted by Kat at 3:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (22)

I mean that too.
But yes, I did ban that ip.
I am not going to sit around day after day and defend myself to his latest girlfriend all the time.
They all wake up eventually.

I was up late, I'm tired and I have a docs appointment this afternoon.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 7:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (20)

Ok ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your hats!
The friends of the ex-bastard have finally found me and have decided to leave anonymous comments in an attempt to tear me down or make me feel bad for posting about him.
Guess what?
I don't fucking care.

Some loser asshat who tried to be all anon using haha@aol.com for his email address doesn't realize that when you own a website, and they leave a comment, I get the ip address and know full well that that person uses Road Runner with an ip number of 24.198.61.112 and if they try to come here and threaten me or harass me again, Road Runner will be getting a phone call and a copy of your emails.
Ya hear that smartass?
This person who calls themselves, youdliketoknow, posted a long, rambling blather on this post where I talked about the letter I got in the mail from the state of Maine regarding the fact that they took his drivers license away. Finally.
This dipshit says "UNfourtunately you have no idea who i am and never will. I have never
met you, and you dont know me. It seems you girls have quite the club
going on here." Which tells me me that this is a man. ( I use that term loosely seeing as he is a coward ).
He then says this "Have you ever
considered getting over it? I realise you have bills to pay.. I know
that your "ex" cares very much for his children, and loves them very
much."Whoa buddy. What in anything I have written gives you the idea that I still love him and have something that I need to get over?
I have not loved him in 10 years pal. Ain't nothing to get over.
My ex cares very much for his children.
Really?
You buy that?
Why don't you ask him, seeing as you know him so well, what the last thing he said to his namesake son was 3 years ago.
Wait, he will lie to his friends because he wants you all to think he loves them.
Let me tell you what he said and I will quote it for you so you can refresh his memory for him.
"I'm sorry that I am such a shitty father but my band is more important."
Does that sound like love to you?
It just screams love to me! /sarcasm>
And then the same asshat comes back with a new fake email addy of whatever@aol.com with the same ip. Hello? Is anyone is that head of yours? 3 comments all from the same ip at RR in portland Maine asswipe. guess what internet service is getting a phone call in the am?
Anyway, he comes back with some new shit.
He asks me why I moved to Florida and take his kids so far away from him?
Let's discuss shall we for those of you who think you know all about my marriage.
After the divorce, I lived less than 8, count 'em 8 blocks from him and he never came to see them. He was court ordered to see them every saturday from 8 am until 4pm.
Divorced in 94', moved to FLA in 97', he saw them a total of 10 times in those 3 years.
He didn't keep his court appointed visits.
He was also with Barbara who hated my kids and treated them like shit when they did go to his place to see him. He often left them alone with her and she would yell at them and call them names. It's amazing what kids remember after a few years.
And then there was the night he was supposed to go out with his band but the kids were supposed to spend the night and he couldn't get Sebastian, the baby, to be quiet and he was screaming and yelling and called his sister Heather to come pick them up because he couldn't fucking stand them.
Then asshat says this, "What i do know is that he DOES
love them...maybe he is scared .. maybe he thinks he has ruined his
realtionship with his sons..maybe he thinks they will never forgive him."
Maybe he should pick up the fucking phone or send them a letter. They can fucking read. The telephone number has stayed the same since 99' and the address has also been the same since 99'.
If he thinks they won't forgive him, the longer he takes to get up off his ass and treat them as though he loves them, the more likely the chance that they won't forgive him.
Oh and youdliketoknow, get some balls and post a name and email address.
And tell him to come fight his own battles.

*Spelling errors and mistakes of the anon ass have been left exactly as they appear in the comments as the ass wrote them.*

Posted by Kat at 10:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (35)

His teacher has put in a letter of recommendation for Sebastian to attend AOT (Academy of Technology) at middle school next school year.
She said that he is one of the brightest students in her class and is a fast learner and has even developed some new ways of getting things done on the computers at school.
What that means I don't know exactly but his teacher is very excited about it all and has written a glowing letter and sent it off to the middle school people so he has a better shot at getting in.
I know how smart he is with computers because he is always doing stuff at home on mine and the one they have all their games and stuff on.
He has written some power point stuff at school too from what she told me.
He writes stories and draws beautiful pictures (with the mouse!) on his comp.
I'm so proud of him for 'getting it' and hope he gets into AOT.
It is a highly detail oriented and advanced study classroom at the middle school here.
Keep your fingers crossed for him.
I hope they don't make us wait too long to find out of the students make it in.

Posted by Kat at 4:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (26)

Hush-TOOL.

I saw something today that made me think of the above song right away.
Go fuck yourself was my first thought.
Post something meaningful. Post something well thought out.
So here's something well thought out and meaningful.
Go fuck yourself.
I refuse to stress myself out over what others consider important, cool, righteous etc.
I'm not gonna hop on your bandwagon.
I march to my own drums.
Heck, I don't march.
I walk along and do what I gotta do.
I'm not an ass kisser.
I'm not a holy roller.
I'm not a warblogger.
I'm not a peace blogger.
I'm not a cat blogger.
I just blog.
I just do my thing and do it the way it feels right to do.
Whatever way the wind blows ya know?
I have thoughts and opinions and I voice them when I feel like it.
I don't do any of this for you.
This is for me.
The comments are nice when people feel like leaving one but it is not a requirement.
This is not a popularity contest kids.
I never did care for those.
The price of being popular is too great.
It carries responsibilities I don't want or need.
This whole thing is for me.
I'm selfish that way.
I get to just get out of my system whatever may be in there needing to come out.
If you agree with it, cool, we share an idea.
If you don't, that's cool too.
Being an individual is something I admire.
I'm not on this side or that side, I'm on my own side.
An old friend long since gone, once talked to her young sons about my way of life, my belief system.
One of her young sons once said to me in all seriousness at the age of 10, "you're a fence sitter."
I don't think he honestly knew what that meant.
But I'm not a fence sitter.
I walk along the top balancing myself carefully making sure to keep both sides weighted evenly.
I can look objectively at both yards.

Posted by Kat at 1:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I am in an angry mood this morning, have been since last night.
So here's a song for all you people who are just in a bad mood and want to see certain individuals taking a long walk off a short pier.

Jerk off-TOOL-live

Jerk-Off
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong, and that punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line.
But it must not be true for jerk-offs like you.
Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole.
But I'm tired of waiting.
Maybe it's just bullshit and I should play GOD, and shoot you myself.
Because I'm tired of waiting.
Consequences dictate our course of action and it doesn't matter what's right. It's only wrong if you get caught.
If consequences dictate my course of action I should play GOD and shoot you myself.
I'm very tired of waiting.
I should kick you,beat you, fuck you, and then shoot you in your fucking head.

Posted by Kat at 6:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

No, no arguing with family today which is what people do on holidays right?
I should just stay away from certain websites.
Here's where my horriblescope from the other day comes into play.
People are wound up tighter than drums today.
All over the fucking net.

Simple comments, simple human stories, simply talking with my fellow human beings, meant with no malice or harm are being construed as mean and spiteful and things are being said without knowing or even thinking that someone may genuinely care for you and wish you nothing but the best.

I have experienced both the best ( strangers helping me and my family and thinking of me ) and the worst ( calling people cowards and feeling so much hate for some stranger somewhere in the world who believe it or not, holds his convictions as strongly as you do ) of people today.

We all have to live on this planet.
We all share in it's beauty, it's destruction, it's problems, it's wars.
We are all just people doing the best we can.

Posted by Kat at 8:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Thank you to the same group of people who helped me out at Christmas with food.
My sis showed up today with easter bags for all of us from that same group of people.
The boys got candy and a new shirt each and I got some candy and a $50 gift certificate to the grocery store.
It is so perfect timing.
I was running out of food since the boys were on vacation a week ago.

Today people talk about faith in a higher power.
I have no higher power.
I do have faith in people.
I have faith that people will help each other and care for one another because they want to, not because they have to.
Not because a deity tells them to.
But because taking care and loving one another is the right thing to do.
We are all here on this fast spinning planet together for however long it lasts and we are all we can truly count on.

Posted by Kat at 12:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

"A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it."
[Oscar Wilde]

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I just finished writing a letter on Sebastians teachers behalf.
The school wants to do away with the class websites and class email system.
It has been a huge help to me this year.
The teacher and I have been emailing each other and sending files back and forth to each other and just general updates about his progress.
They say that not enough parents use them.
Well, when the school only sends out one notice at the beginning of the year packed in with about 50 other pieces of paper, how are parents supposed to remember one website?
His teacher sent home at least 4 notices over the year telling us about the ability to email her and check homework and basically to just see what projects they are working on etc.
The internet is a quick, easy solution to check on your childs progress if you don't have time to stop in and say hello in person every week.
I have used it weekly with her this year.
It's been so easy for me to stay in touch.

But now that I've written the letter, I'm bored to death.
There is nothing on tv, it's hot and no one is blogging.
*sigh*

Posted by Kat at 10:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

And they all quit and went their separate ways.
Just a few days ago, someone stole something from the band (new band) again.
I ain't saying nothing because I don't know who did it but I have a gut instinct that it was him.
I mean, the wording in the goodbye message, was just too "smart" for him.

Caution, this pic opens to 1024x768.

In a way, I wanted him to do good so he could pay all his child support but knowing he isn't going to make it famous yet again, is kind of nice too.

Posted by Kat at 7:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

Pisces for 04/10/04
Pretending that you really don't have strong opinions won't work well for you right now. Whatever you're feeling will inevitably burst forth from your lips. Be sure you say it -- whatever it is -- with conviction, and a great, big smile.

Funny thing is, I really don't have too much to say. I could say some stuff about some stuff but I just don't feel like it.
It's a lazy day.

Posted by Kat at 10:58 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I have owned this pc for 4 years and not once has that stupid annoying windows password logon script ever come up. Until today.
All day.
I didn't change any settings or anything, it just started. IE stopped recalling usernames and passwords.
It took me all frigging night to get it to stop doing that shit after trying every single thing I could think of and tricks that I found while surfing google.
I found the answer here,Computing.Net - windows me startup.
What a fucking pain in the ass.
Maybe the pc is dying.
No, don't say that.
It's just a windows glitch.
*fingers crossed*

Posted by Kat at 10:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
He is a smith and a master of all crafts, and he delights in works of skill, however small, as much as in the mighty building of old.

Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
Kali cat

What is the last thing you watched on TV?
entertainment tonight

With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Gossip on ET

When did you last step outside?
About 1 hours ago.

Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
Someones private site.

What are you wearing?
Striped undies and my skeleton tee shirt and black and white polka dot shorts.

Did you dream last night?
Yes. Strange cd/computer/cute guy/bad guy thing.

When did you last laugh?
About an hour ago.

What is on the walls of the room you are in?
Pictures of the kids, rack of movies.

Seen anything weird lately?
Yeah, this chinese lady staring at me in the grocery store and not getting out of my way.

What do you think of this quiz?
Something to do.

What is the last movie you saw?
DVD, The Secretary.

If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
My own home and then take care of everyone who has helped me along the way.

Tell me something about you that I don't know:
My life is an open book. To get a specific answer, you will need to ask a specific question.

If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I can't answer that.

Do you like to dance?
Yeah but I don't get to shake it anymore.

George Bush is he a power-crazy nut case or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?:
George W. Bush is a POS.

Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Aubrey Leigh

Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
I have 2, no fair.

Would you ever consider living abroad?
In a heartbeat. I'd love to live somewhere else for even just a little while to see what the world sees of us.

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Feeling somewhat better. The earache is gone but the throat is still sore and the migraine won't quit.
It's probably caffeine related.
I haven't had any since monday and I know that I should keep some caffeine in the house for emergency headaches like this.
One can soda + 6 tylenol, headache go bye bye.
Sis is going to take me on one of my errands later on this afternoon. I have to drop off some papers for the gov.
Hope everyone has a nice friday (good friday for those of you who celebrate it) and if you all take off for easter, have a good one.
Want to know the slang for easter? Go check it out. Almost made me hurl. Consider that your warning.

Posted by Kat at 12:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Still sick.
Have an appointment with the doc on Monday, that was the best they could do.
By then, I'll feel better.
I'm not up to sitting here long.
I have a migraine that just isn't budging.
Be around at some point when I can get rid of it.
Been stopping in but not commenting.
Bad blogger friend.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 9:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

Fever, massive migraine, earache, sore throat.
I'm alive, just not feeling very well.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 8:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (13)

Just feeling like all icky and stuff so I'm hanging out on the couch.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 5:41 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

MSNBC - Watching TV may hurt toddlers' attention spans.
Bah.
The results of their own study are inconclusive yet they go on the news and tell you it's your fault your kid has ADD because you let them watch tv when they were toddlers.
Yes, let's blame this on Bert and Ernie and Big Bird because that is what kids at that age are watching.
"The researchers lacked data on whether the youngsters were diagnosed with attention deficit disorders but the number of children whose parents rated them as having attention problems — 10 percent — is similar to the prevalence in the general population, Christakis said."
This quote floored me too.

"The researchers considered factors other than TV that might have made some children prone to attention problems, including their home environment and mothers’ mental states."
Mothers mental states.
Oh man.
Blame the moms and Sesame Street and then be completely inconclusive about it and publish these lacking results on the national news.
Way to go.
Panicked moms everywhere thinking they did this to their kids. Fathers blaming the moms for being "mental".
Good grief.

Posted by Kat at 7:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (11)

I found an odd link in the referrer script and plan on figuring out why, how, it's linking to me.
It's not a good linkage either.
I have a feeling that it's the same person who signs me up for free email porn all the time.
They seriously need to grow up.
I can just imagine them though sitting there after filling in my email address or the link form, and having themselves a good giggle.
How clever and funny they must think they are.
I'm so impressed with your ability to fill in forms on porn sites.
But when you sign people up for emails, they log YOUR ip and they have been freely giving them to me.
So keep on signing me up for shit you dumbfuck.
You have proven that you can leave a 'paper' trail even on the net.

Posted by Kat at 6:50 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

of Here Comes Peter Cottontail by Rankin Bass?
It was made in 1971 and the few times this actually aired on tv, I was scared shitless of that evil rabbit.
That whole metal cagey thing on the tail.
Nightmare stuff but I still want to own a copy.
Do you remember seeing this and if so, what do recall about it?
**
I was searching for screen grabs of it and couldn't find any but I did find toys. Does this jog any memories now?
Check out the pictures of Irontail. I couldn't remember his name but damn, he's still scary looking.

Posted by Kat at 4:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I watched it with them, it's been many years since I watched it in all it campy goodness.
They were utterly fascinated with this story and sat in bewilderment and asked me questions like, " People believe this stuff?"
To which I replied, "yes they do."
Mark being the most curious said things like but nothing like this stuff has ever happened ever ever again so how can people still believe it?
These are stories in a book mom how can people be so stupid.
I said that people have faith that these stories are true even though there is no evidence to back them up. They simply trust with everything they have that these things happened and follow every word.
Mark says to me, "Mom, Moses was on that mountain for 40 days and then he comes down with these 2 tablets with writing on them. How do we know he didn't carve those words himself?"
I said, "Mark, that is more than likely what happened but people would like to think that God took his time over a period of 40 days to write those words in stone yet they also believe that he created earth and all it's inhabitants in 7 days."
Then he said something funny and we laughed and I won't repeat it because it's a mommy son bonding moment to cherish.
The he said, "hey! Didn't Metallica have a song about the Pharaohs' son?"
"Yes, it's called Creeping Death."
The lights in his head fired up again and he started singing loudly, "So let it be written, so let it be done, to kill the first born pharaoh son
I’m creeping death!" with a little James-es-que growl going on.
He got a good giggle and some laughs over the seen with the burning bush and the whole I am speech.
He said "What was that Rufus said mom? you know, in Dogma?"
I said "he said 'We were sent by Him who is called I Am.'"
We laughed some more.
He went around during commercials singing in low baritone like Cam from Ferris Bueller, "let my people go."
Bwahahaha.

Please don't send hate mail.
It was a mommy son bonding moment that I won't soon forget.
What was Sebastian doing? He fell asleep around 9. Right before all the really good and funny stuff happens.

Posted by Kat at 1:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

Good morning.
I am tired, didn't sleep very well.
I offer for your listening pleasure today, Lonely Heart-Tchaikovsky. Gone gone gone.
Have a great Monday.

Posted by Kat at 8:56 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

You are a MASTER of the English language!


While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...


How grammatically sound are you?
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I removed the picture because it was big, stupid and quizilla is always going down and you get that stupid red x.

Found at Micheles'.

*UPDATE*
Some asshole named Brent with some sort of Jrun program, is going around hitting blog comments. His ip is 24.171.134.102.
Have a nice day Brent.

Posted by Kat at 6:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (9)

So when I do have to go out and ride the bus, the JWs will know for sure, that I am a heathen and they can approach.
Tee hee.

Posted by Kat at 12:48 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

All these people talk so eloquently about getting back to good old-fashioned values. Well, as an old poop I can remember back to when we had those old-fashioned values, and I say let's get back to the good old-fashioned First Amendment of the good old-fashioned Constitution of the United States -- and to hell with the censors! Give me knowledge or give me death!
-- Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

On a different note, I hope you remembered to spring ahead or you're late for church or breakfast or your morning jog in the sun or getting the morning paper or feeding the pets or whatever it is you do on a sunday morning.

Posted by Kat at 9:14 AM | Permalink | Comments (9)

Yes, they make good companions but the real reason any of us have cats is because they are supposed to hunt, mame and kill critters that make it into the house somehow right?
Not mine.
Oh no. Not mine.
I hear a loud crash from the kitchen.
I go out to investigate and see one of my purple wine glasses smashed in the sink. I look up and see a snake wrapped around ex-roommate's Dead Red wine.
I ran and screamed.
It then made it's way to the window in an attempt to escape the shrillness of my screams no doubt.

Click for bigger.
Then, when it realized it couldn't get out, it made it's way down the wall to my trash can where I continued to scream and yell at the boys to get help!

Sebastian went and got the neighbors who captured it for my panicked ass.
This is the second time in the 5 years I have lived here that I have had a snake in the house and the second time that I have been cleaning and moving all over the house and not noticed it at all and the second time my no good for nothing cats sat and watched it like it was a fucking tv show.

Posted by Kat at 5:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (20)

Laptop Lobbyists and the AFA and Million Moms have tried to shut down NormalBobSmith.com because of jesus dress up.
It's a funny little thing to do. Slap some clothes on Jesus. What is so wrong about it?
They say it's making fun of jesus. Not true. It's just having fun.
Are christians the only ones who get to do something with the horrid symbol of a man on a cross which is disturbing all by itself?
Apparently.
They throw that symbol around like we are supposed to be frightened of it and bow down to it.
If parents don't want their kids to play with the magnet set that Urban Outfitters will no longer carry due to the pressure of religious organizations, then parents need to monitor their kids a little better.
They also need to watch what their kids are doing online if they don't want their kids looking at Normal Bob Smiths site.
Why do they think that it's ok for them to try and shut down a site simply because they don't approve of it?
Because they think it's wrong?
There are millions of people who think that site is funny and entertaining.
They are spending all this time and money trying to shut down a really funny site when they could be doing some real good and getting porn off the net or make porn all in one place on the net.
I enjoy the site. It's funny. He's a character, he's great.
Go check it out now that he is back up. They actually got him shut down but he found new hosting and is back online.
The AFA group wants you to boycott MTV and stop shopping at 7eleven and wants you to support a ban on gay marriages and a whole slew of other things. They want you to not rent movies at movie gallery too because they rent some porn. *yawn*
The Million Moms want That 70's Show taken off the air due to sexual and drug innuendo. Uh, hello? If you don't want your kids to watch that show, change the fucking channel or better yet, watch tv with your kids so you know what they are watching. It's a great show.
They have an issue with McDonald's because I guess they support MTV. Don't want MTV in your house? Quit paying for cable.
They take issue with Fox Tvs new show Wonderfalls.
They take issue with a lot of things. Go check them out.
I feel a few nasty emails being penned by myself a bit later on their parenting skills.

Our ability to choose what we watch, listen to and do in our own time is being threatened folks.
Not just by the FCC but by groups who say they are better parents than you are.
I have no cable mainly because I can't afford it but when I was doing well, I had cable and then shut it off because I did not want my kids watching certain shows that were on certain channels.
I made that decision all by myself.
Can you imagine?
A parent making a parental decision about what their kids are doing without being told by some group of so called do gooders that we need to boycott something.
Support the petition to stop the fcc by signing it yourself and start making decisions for your family and what you watch, listen to and read by telling these so called groups to mind their own damn business.

Original story about Normal Bob Smiths situation found at Stupid Evil Bastard.

Posted by Kat at 3:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

My sis took me out to pay the bill and then we came back to get my rug cleaner and go do her rugs. They needed to be washed.
I have owned that thing for like 3 1/2 years or 4. Can't really remember.
It died today.
The motor completely burned out.
It was all melted and shit.
Oh fucking well.
MSN messenger is pissing me off.
Sign in. Sign out. Sign in. Sign out.
All by itself.
Knock that shit off.
I have a few things to do around the house and then I'm gonna watch a movie that I borrowed off my sis.
Shawshank Redemption.
I love this movie.
That's about it.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 1:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Sis has to go out this morning anyway so she is going to give me a ride.
Phew.
I hate the half day bus trip to pay one fucking bill.
Yeah, I'm off to pay FPL.
Bastards.
I need to take a shower and stuff after the kids are done. Yes, this means I will get cold water.
Fantabulous.

Posted by Kat at 7:44 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Just had a bout of bitchiness.
It's almost subsided.
I have to go out tomorrow down to my favorite place, Cattleman road.
I love wasting half a day down there.
Not much else going on here.
Later.

Posted by Kat at 9:27 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I just got done reaming out Mark for being a jerk.
He only played with Travis all day because Travis has cool games.
But when Travis was in my house the other day, Mark humiliated and embarrassed him because his sneakers made his feet stink.
He was good enough to play with for the games but he smells.
He doesn't like Travis for being Travis, he likes Travis for the games.
Mark is now the proud owner of a new asshole.

It fits with an ongoing argument that I am involved in somewhere else and I am not linking to it because it just keeps going round and round and twisting words and all kinds of crap and she is only one person trying to defend her un-acceptance of people against I don't know even know how many have shown up now.
I will say this.
I was fat. Super fat.
When I moved here in 97', I was a porker. Oink.
It was my own doing.
I ate and ate and stuffed the feelings and shoveled it in.
I lost all that weight. It took hard work and eating better to do it.
I have gained some weight back since my whole back problem began and I am trying to take some of it back off because I have to for surgery.
When I see a heavy person, I don't laugh, snicker, sneer or think they are lazy or gluttonous.
I have been there. Who the hell am I to judge after being a weeble myself?
Yeah, I said weeble.
I wobbled when I walked like a weeble wobble. My thighs rubbed together and sometimes just stayed mushed together.
I had multiple rolls.
Belly button? Uh, it was in there somewhere.
Was I happy? No.
Did I tell myself I was happy? Sure did.
Did I hate all the magazines of thin women and skinny bitches? Yeah, with a passion.
But I hated myself more. I could barely breathe half the time. I had trouble walking up stairs or lifting things. Everything I did made me sweat.
I lost the weight because I wanted to. Because I saw myself becoming very unhealthy and all that.
I'm still not razor thin. I will never be razor thin like a model or an actress.
I don't want to be super thin.
I needed to do this for me.
It's not about fat being gross or even that all fat people should lose weight. It's a personal choice to lose weight or a medical one to save your life.
But don't lie to me and tell me that being fat is healthy.
It isn't.
I know it isn't because I was fat and couldn't walk or breathe.

Posted by Kat at 4:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (12)

CNN.com - Wrong woman hurt in 'rape fantasy' tryst - Apr 1, 2004 compared to this episode of NYPD Blue on March 2nd 2004.

Posted by Kat at 11:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I am still in a funk and I was a bit on the cruel side as someone pointed out to me.
I was not looking for a fight but if someone says something snotty to me, I will say something back.
I guess it's ok.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 10:30 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

See, that's what it was.
I didn't say rabbit rabbit first thing this morning so my day just went to hell from there on out.
So goodnight and tibbar tibbar.

Posted by Kat at 11:32 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Funny how when blogrolling is down, no one updates.
I do. I don't care.
It's not like I'm having that great of a day anyway.
I could care less if people leave comments today.
Everything I've written today is shit anyway.
I'm in such a foul mood.
I have stress.
Yes I do.
Not even going to go into it but it's been several hours and I still would like to call up FPL one more time and tell them off again.
My luck, they'd call the feds and tell them they think I'm some sort of terrorist and I want to blow them up.
Not true.
I don't want to blow them up.
I don't want to harm anyone.
I just want the computers to go all fucky and all the accounts to just be at zero so everyone has no bills with them this month and we can all crank the air and dance in our underwear and tell FPL to shove it up their asses!
Yes! Yes! Break, smash, destroy the account records!
Have a few "account specialists" quit from all the stress.
Bite me you fucking shitty company.
I hope you choke on your profits.

Posted by Kat at 7:20 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

And I just wrote a nasty email to FPL.
They can kiss my ass.
I wish I had copied it so I could have posted it here.
It was by far one of the best letters I have ever written.
I highly doubt that they will respond.
They suck donkey balls.
I think I need a nap now.
No, I didn't answer any emails or comments. Matter of fact, I think I emptied my entire inbox out of pure disgust with today in general.
Maybe the stuff will still be sitting in the recycle bin.
I'll check it later.
Later days.

Posted by Kat at 12:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I don't do April Fools jokes, tricks, pranks.
I don't like April Fools jokes, tricks or pranks.
Why?
Because everyone expects you to do something today.
The best time to get someone is when they least expect it like tomorrow. Or next week or whenever the mood strikes.

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