Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
One Bloody Tongue
Yesterday was a quiet night. Well, with exception to hubby and His Majesty King Dudley's doctor's appointment. The doctor felt the need to explain the dangers of smoking Marijuana to King Dudley, which would be somewhat boring and otherwise routine, but the Doctor kept calling it "Super Pot", and Hubby had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing in the Doctor's face. Hubby kept on getting a mental image of a marijuana bud with a Super Man cape on flying around. Poor Hubby couldn't take it any longer and left with Dudley in the middle of the lecture.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
His Majesty, King Dudley
My children's daddy "worked late" again last night, but hear this, he actually gave me prior notice, and apologised for yesterday's episode!
:::faints:::
And when he came home, ate and fell asleep, his snores sounded like a little kitten purring.
:::Too cute:::
Since I actually had some notice this time, dinner was on the table by 6:00 pm. Dinner was a simple fare and consisted of pork tenderloin, lima beans, rice, and buttered white bread with fruit cups for dessert, and milk for the beverage. I opted for a tofu salad wrap, and a glass of Tang as the thought of eating dead animals seriously grosses me out. I also had some rice and lima beans.
Apparently, none of these options were good enough for my step-son, so he refused to eat, and went to bed hungry. So thus, part of his new nickname is born. "His Majesty King" I'll get to the Dudley part ( the fat kid from Harry Potter ) in a bit.
My son decided last night, that he wanted some attention from me, and that he wasn't too cool or grownup for it,
:::shocking:::
So we went outside for a bit, to kick the soccerball around. We were mostly just kicking it into the fence, as I can't afford one of those stupid net things. Whatever, the fence is metal, works just fine, and if playing a game, the road works well enough for the other net. Anyway, we were taking turns kicking the ball into the fence when the ball accidentally hit the side of the house, which caught His Majesties attention. He declared the soccerball his, refused to share it, and promptly put it away.
My son then decided then he would play with the football instead. I assure you that the ball never even got to leave the house before His majesty took it away also, and squirreled it off somewhere.
So a bit annoyed, my son decided to take the guitar down, and well, it never even made it off the shelf.
That my dear reader explains the "Dudley" part. If that child could figure out how to hog air, we would all be turning funny colors and gasping.
I told their Daddy when he got home, that Santa would be bringing a soccerball, football, and a guitar and putting them under the tree for my son. That should at least fix His Majesty Dudley's "But it's miiiiiiine." whiney excuse.
Either way, I most certainly paid for that bit of exercise this morning. Had two seizures before I even had my first cup of coffee. Guess that will teach me to forget that I am old and sick.
:::faints:::
And when he came home, ate and fell asleep, his snores sounded like a little kitten purring.
:::Too cute:::
Since I actually had some notice this time, dinner was on the table by 6:00 pm. Dinner was a simple fare and consisted of pork tenderloin, lima beans, rice, and buttered white bread with fruit cups for dessert, and milk for the beverage. I opted for a tofu salad wrap, and a glass of Tang as the thought of eating dead animals seriously grosses me out. I also had some rice and lima beans.
Apparently, none of these options were good enough for my step-son, so he refused to eat, and went to bed hungry. So thus, part of his new nickname is born. "His Majesty King" I'll get to the Dudley part ( the fat kid from Harry Potter ) in a bit.
My son decided last night, that he wanted some attention from me, and that he wasn't too cool or grownup for it,
:::shocking:::
So we went outside for a bit, to kick the soccerball around. We were mostly just kicking it into the fence, as I can't afford one of those stupid net things. Whatever, the fence is metal, works just fine, and if playing a game, the road works well enough for the other net. Anyway, we were taking turns kicking the ball into the fence when the ball accidentally hit the side of the house, which caught His Majesties attention. He declared the soccerball his, refused to share it, and promptly put it away.
My son then decided then he would play with the football instead. I assure you that the ball never even got to leave the house before His majesty took it away also, and squirreled it off somewhere.
So a bit annoyed, my son decided to take the guitar down, and well, it never even made it off the shelf.
That my dear reader explains the "Dudley" part. If that child could figure out how to hog air, we would all be turning funny colors and gasping.
I told their Daddy when he got home, that Santa would be bringing a soccerball, football, and a guitar and putting them under the tree for my son. That should at least fix His Majesty Dudley's "But it's miiiiiiine." whiney excuse.
Either way, I most certainly paid for that bit of exercise this morning. Had two seizures before I even had my first cup of coffee. Guess that will teach me to forget that I am old and sick.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Zeroes Annoy Me
Google decided I would have to jump through their flaming hoops of death in order to log in this morning. Why? Well, that's a very good question, and I would adore knowing the answer, but I think the likelyhood of Google ever telling me what happened is 0.000∞. Oh well, at least I survived their little experiment for now.
On another note, My child's Daddy stayed at "work" until 10:30 pm last night. I know he's lying, and wish he would just be honest. But that's another 0.000∞ chance of happening. I think he was at the bar with a 22 yr. old girl. ( I suspect her to be another 0, as he's almost twice her age. ) I had to call 3 times before he would answer. Seems like juuuust enough time to get to the parking lot so I wouldn't hear the music.
When he finally got home, I asked him to please inform me before he decided to be "working late". Because of his little escapade, dinner wasn't on the table untill nearly 9:00 pm, ( I was hoping he would be considerate and bring food home, but that's apparently wishful thinking ) My step-son was so tired, cranky, and hungry he decided to call me a few choice words that I truly did NOT appreciate, but I understood his displeasure and frustration, and immediately forgave him. Although, I do wish he would clean up his vocabulary. I was so upset that I promptly went to bed and ignored both my step-son and his Daddy for the rest of the night.
After I woke up this morning, had my coffee, and fixed Google's circus act, I found a huge pile of their Daddy's work clothes on my favorite spot to sit. I guess that's his way of telling me he wants them folded and put away. In all honesty, I am fighting the temptation of throwing his work shirts in the toilet after I've used it, and then back in the dryer.
*Ephesians 5:22, KJV
Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the LORD.
*Ephesians 5:24 KJV
Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.
*Ephesians 5:33
Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.
*Matthew 5:44
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that CURSE you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully USE you, and persecute you;
So yeah, I won't be doing it....
On another note, My child's Daddy stayed at "work" until 10:30 pm last night. I know he's lying, and wish he would just be honest. But that's another 0.000∞ chance of happening. I think he was at the bar with a 22 yr. old girl. ( I suspect her to be another 0, as he's almost twice her age. ) I had to call 3 times before he would answer. Seems like juuuust enough time to get to the parking lot so I wouldn't hear the music.
When he finally got home, I asked him to please inform me before he decided to be "working late". Because of his little escapade, dinner wasn't on the table untill nearly 9:00 pm, ( I was hoping he would be considerate and bring food home, but that's apparently wishful thinking ) My step-son was so tired, cranky, and hungry he decided to call me a few choice words that I truly did NOT appreciate, but I understood his displeasure and frustration, and immediately forgave him. Although, I do wish he would clean up his vocabulary. I was so upset that I promptly went to bed and ignored both my step-son and his Daddy for the rest of the night.
After I woke up this morning, had my coffee, and fixed Google's circus act, I found a huge pile of their Daddy's work clothes on my favorite spot to sit. I guess that's his way of telling me he wants them folded and put away. In all honesty, I am fighting the temptation of throwing his work shirts in the toilet after I've used it, and then back in the dryer.
*Ephesians 5:22, KJV
Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the LORD.
*Ephesians 5:24 KJV
Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything.
*Ephesians 5:33
Nevertheless let every one of you in particular so love his wife even as himself; and the wife see that she reverence her husband.
*Matthew 5:44
But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that CURSE you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully USE you, and persecute you;
So yeah, I won't be doing it....
Monday, December 5, 2011
Lord, I Hate Mondays
Monday is forever the worst day of the week. It is always the day I have to work the hardest to make my home appear suitable for human habitation because of the animals that I call my teenage children destroy the house every weekend.
To make matters worse, I also have a doctors appointment this afternoon on the other side of town. Ugh. I...do...not...want...to...drive...
I forgot about the dog, he got hit by a car on Friday, and cannot be left alone. So, I can't go anywhere, the roomate isn't home yet to watch him. ( answered prayer? ) Hopefully I can reschedule my appointment before I completely run out of medicine.
Dear God,
Please send my son a patient, GOD fearing, traditional wife. If not I fear that I will never be blessed with grandchildren.
*Proverbs Chapter 31 Verse 27 - 28 KJV
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
A nice girl, like those verses up there ^^^ would be good.
Also If you could send my son's dad some empathy, that would help immensely.
Thank you,
Rose
PS: A batch of laundry fairies that could drive would be nice too. Perhaps you could create some for me? Or a teleportation device? Oh! I know! Both?
To make matters worse, I also have a doctors appointment this afternoon on the other side of town. Ugh. I...do...not...want...to...drive...
I forgot about the dog, he got hit by a car on Friday, and cannot be left alone. So, I can't go anywhere, the roomate isn't home yet to watch him. ( answered prayer? ) Hopefully I can reschedule my appointment before I completely run out of medicine.
Dear God,
Please send my son a patient, GOD fearing, traditional wife. If not I fear that I will never be blessed with grandchildren.
*Proverbs Chapter 31 Verse 27 - 28 KJV
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
A nice girl, like those verses up there ^^^ would be good.
Also If you could send my son's dad some empathy, that would help immensely.
Thank you,
Rose
PS: A batch of laundry fairies that could drive would be nice too. Perhaps you could create some for me? Or a teleportation device? Oh! I know! Both?
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