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Yeah.  Will the kids remember to tell Dad that if he wants to pick them up on the 26th, go ahead?  Brenda was doing the usual phone tag today, but he did pick them up this time.  I need to look at a calendar and find out the day that school starts back up after the holidays.  He can have them until the day before school starts.  In case anyone reading this doesn't know, my kids father has them from the day school lets out until Christmas afternoon.  He sent me a note stating that he would be out of town until the 26th.  That's his court ordered visitation period, and If I didn't need a break, I'd tell him to grow the hell up and learn to read a court order.

Oh well, it's another messed up Christmas.  Please God, help us get through your birthday...

Last year, I attended a math anxiety course at community college.  Yes, there is such a thing as a math anxiety course.  The professor, who I found out was 10 years younger than me, and I would walk together to the parking lot after class.  To our own cars.  We all chipped in for pizza for the last day of class, and he and I walked across the street from the college to pick it up.  This guy not only insisted on carrying all the pizzas, but managed to get the door for me!  I think it shocked him that I have a grandbaby, and 4 kids, so we let things die naturally.  He'll make some lady a happy woman :-)  Of course there was the little problem of me being white, and him being black....  I tend to look on the inside instead of the outside.  This guy is 24k gold.

It's hard to trust in God.  I'm trying to work my way back, but I think I will always hold this resentment(however wrong it is), that God didn't protect us.  Some of the platitudes I've heard, are that God doesn't give us more than we can handle;  there is a reason for everything, etc, ad nauseum.  There are things that happened in my marriage that will never be discussed in public.  The whole experience has made me pretty fierce when it comes to defending innocent people, especially children.  I don't believe that God created us just to have us end up as roadkill.  I just want to know when God will straighten this whole mess out.

That 24/7 flight or fight response will screw up your heart.  I finally went to the doctor (county health dept....at least I qualify for MediCal), and they put me on Prozac and stern warnings about stressful situations.  On my initial visit, my resting pulse rate was 123.  This isn't just about my ex's shenanigans.  Just too much stuff happened, and I got buried.  If I could give you and your husband any advice, it would be to try and get your heart and blood pressure checked regularly.  Gardening is helping me, except that the neighbor from hell comes out and glares at us whenever we step foot out of the house.  She's the biggest and last reason that I got sick.  Gardening is wonderful for therapy, though.

I share your opinions....

Thanks!

Actually my POS computer died....hard drive #6 crashed.  I was finally out of warranty.  Don't buy Hewlett Packard products.  I had every freeware program known to man on that other one, and I've been trying to find the websites.  Thank you again :)

The idiot typed the word "slave" in a search engine, and she came up with that site!  

I could come up with a few ideas for this messed up person.  Slave...go to the closest busy intersection.  Hold a sign stating that Hillary Clinton needs to run for president.  If you're still alive, email me back.  This is my idea of humiliation.  Well ok, when my son ran out into the front yard a couple of years ago, and started clucking like a chicken in his boxer shorts....Uh yeah, that did happen.

Lolololol!  God what the hell happened to people?  I thought this stuff just happened  in Europe!  Slave needs a bleeping job, and a real life.

Haven't done that in years!  There was this really cool place to camp; it was called Bouquet Canyon.  A wildfire ripped through there a couple of years ago, so I don't know what the condition is these days.  When we went years ago, we camped at a spot where there was a big waterfall.  Everyone would get together and dam the stream and make a pool for all the kids to swim in.  The US Forestry Service stocked the stream with freshwater trout, and I learned to fish.  One time when we went, the gangbangers from San Fernando Valley trashed the outhouses, which led me and my now 21 yr old to develop serious poison ivy.  I didn't
know poison ivy looked like a tree :/

Other camping options got scorched this year.  The wildfires in the San Bernardino mountains open up to my part of the desert.  In fact when Hesperia caught on fire, my oldest girl and I tagteamed the 21 yr old to start packing, because they live on the border of Hesperia and Victorville.  She's still laughing at us.

I'm moving back up to the desert, so hopefully we can go camping again.  I won't take just me and 2 kids to a campground.  With my 21 yr old's bf, and his brother, I'll feel safer.  

Of course what is camping without....Spam!

See what you did?  Now I want to go camping!

//www.conservativepetitions.com

I went there to sign a petition regarding Michael Moore's next anti American slamfest.  Then I thought that maybe, if enough people could come together and formulate....you know there are so many issues that we all deal with, we could spew out 100 petitions per day.  Anyway.  

Maybe this site can be of some use.

I think the problem is that for some of us, the holiday's trigger the baggage train.  

Yes, we can all put our differences aside, not only because of Christmas and Hannukah, but because of our kids.  My oldest girl called me up the other night and told me to get ready because she and her husband were coming over to decorate the house.  Their apartment complex is run by Nazi's who not only forbid live trees(ok, reasonable), but any kind of decorations denoting a holiday.  It might be insensitive.  I'll give you insensitive.....

Hey, All you Christians, Jews too, lets let these atheists stick it where the sun doesn't shine.  Let's display Nativity scenes and Menorahs.  Put them on our front lawns, in front of our businesses, and to hell with these idiots.

Oh well.  Leave it to me to turn a feelgood post into a political rant :/

Okay, this humiliated me as a kid, but my mother would debate the Mormons and Jehova's Witnesses.  She would actually try and convert them at the door.  Ahhh, memories.  My dad would shake his head and go have a shot of whiskey.  I'd sneak into the backyard....nevermind.  They will not come to this house to this day.  Back in the desert, my now ex put up the sign forbidding trespassers, preachers, and salespeople.  Yep, and some people still didn't get it.

One thing I did way back before we lived in the desert, was when a couple of church ladies came calling.  I just ran loose on them.  I did conspiracy theories that would make Art LaBelle proud.  The best part was when they slowly started backing away from the door.  These days, I'm just too damn polite.  

If you have the energy, mess with their heads.  Hey it's not like you invited them over, right?

I'm still getting popups.

I hate popups.

Popups suck.