Tuesday, September 25, 2007

OMG Y'all!

Supergirl lost her first tooth last night!

First she turns five, now she loses a tooth! I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Who is this little girl and what happened to my baby?! I didn't even know she had a tooth loose. She was eating an English muffin at her grandparents' house last night, and apparently she swallowed her tooth! She said she felt something hard in her muffin, but just swallowed it and didn't tell anyone. Then, she was talking to her grandmother, who immediately noticed that she had a hole in her mouth! Her grandma said they looked all over, but they couldn't find the tooth anywhere, so she really must have swallowed it.

OMG y'all, my baby is growing up. I think I need to lie down.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Name Game

Well, this blog has been needing some levity lately. Okay, for the last two weeks. But seriously people, I have been swamped. So here, stolen from Todd, is the Name Game. (Oh! Be careful if you click on Todd's site today - it's not safe for work!) My comments are in italics.

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car)

Scooby Honda or Scooby Civic Either one sucks.

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)

Butter Pecan Sugar I would get shot faster than 50 cent.

3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)

SLaw "Slaw"?! That's nowhere even close to fly.

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)

Gray Cat "We're going to have to call in Gray Cat on this one!"

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)

Alicia Salisbury Not to be confused with the steak.

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)

Lawsh "Goddammit, Han, stop calling me Lush!"

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (”The” + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)

The Blue Fuzzy Navel Now don't you wish you could see my costume?

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)

Henry Talmadge or Talmadge Henry Minus the gender issues, these are plausible Nascar names.

9. STRIPPER NAME: ( the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)

Romance Almond Joy Sounds kinky.

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names )

Poole Talmadge or Talmadge Poole Once again, we're into gender issues here. And yes, these are my real parents real middle names. And you thought *your* middle name was bad.

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)

Ihme Indianapolis Somehow, I don't see the major networks lining up to hire me.

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)

Autumn Freesia Let's just say I wouldn't be undercover long with a name like that.

13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now + "ie" or "y")

Peaches Mary Janey That's a porno cartoon, isn't it?

14. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)

Bagel Hickory That's just sad.

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME: (”The” + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + “Tour”)

The Photography Lightning Tour I kinda like that one.


Monday, September 17, 2007

The following rant (in italics) was written about me by my ex-best friend (on her blog). I'll add my comments as we go along.

Let's see, went to a funeral home last night for a visitation. The granddaughter (Shelly) of the woman who died? Didn't show at all. We think because someone had to actually call her father - ex-husband of the woman who died's daughter - and tell him that it would be in very poor taste if he showed up. Which it would have been, as he got to see the dead woman three weeks ago when he, his daughter and his granddaughter showed up to visit her at the nursing home and told her own daughter, Shelly's mother, his ex, to leave the room.

She's right - I didn't go to the visitation. She's wrong about the reason, though. The issue about my dad was fairly simple. He always thought very highly of my grandma (as I said in my last post, she was really sweet and nice) and he wanted to attend the visitation to pay his last respects. I tried to entice my mother into letting him attend by offering to bring my children, whom she never sees. Still no dice. (Never mind that Mother attended the visitation when my dad's mother died, to which she was distinctly not invited. Hypocrite much?) And since we had just recently visited Grandma, he agreed not to go to the visitation. (For the record, we politely asked Mother if we could have a few minutes to visit Grandma alone, we did not tell her to leave the room.) The real reasons I didn't attend the visitation were really very complicated. I agonized until the absolute last second, then loaded the whole family in the car, dropped Supergirl off at the grandparents', and said we were going. Then got about 2 miles down the road and changed my mind and turned around and got Supergirl and went out to dinner. (Rock was an angel throughout all of this, by the way. He let me make the decision, helped me get the kids ready, asked his parents to watch Supergirl, and then turned the car around to go back home - all without one single word of complaint.) The reasons I didn't go? In part, I'm still scared of my mother. She's physically and emotionally abusive. This is the reason I don't talk to her. Walking into a situation where she's got her brothers and all her friends around her and I'm basically alone scares the hell out of me. No one knows that she's abusive, mainly because my dad and I never told anyone. My dad was just happy to escape that marriage with his life (literally) and he let her keep all their mutual friends. When I stopped talking to her, my goal was not to cost her any of her friends. I just want away from her, and I don't care who understands why and who doesn't. But still being that cowardly makes me ashamed. I seriously did not go to my grandmother's visitation because inside I'm still a scared little kid. And that makes me furious! Why can't I just get over this already?! I'm an adult. There's very little my mother can do to hurt me now. But I still cower and avoid her whenever I can. Also, Thursday was Supergirl's fifth birthday. I hated the thought of dragging her to a depressing visitation or not doing anything to celebrate her birthday on the actual day. In addition to that, all the talk about death and my mother and her bad behavior had really upset Supergirl and she was feeling pretty fragile that night. In fact, she was already crying for us by the time we got turned around and went back to pick her up. Since I knew that I would be attending the funeral the next day, I decided to spend that night with my daughter.

Anyway, proving that sometimes people are entirely too malicious for their own good (and the sad thing is, it'll come back to haunt her one day - karma kind of does that to ya), Shelly showed up at the funeral today. She hasn't spoken to her mother except about her grandmother in...4 years? I think? With her significant other, their daughter, and their son. Oh, it might be important to mention that no one told the mother that she had a 10-month-old grandson. One uncle (son of the deceased woman) got to see Shelly last fall about this time and was suspicious and told Mom (Shelly's mom) that he thought Shelly was pregnant. But she wears really baggy clothing and carries her weight in her torso, plus he's a man and not sure about those kinds of things. I'm very glad that the call was made to the ex-husband now, since he knew all this and at no point had the presence of mind to realize that some things trump an acrimonious divorce.

So let's see....first I'm horrible for not attending the visitation, then I'm horrible for attending the funeral? Or am I just horrible for bringing the children? The detail she leaves out is that Rock and Wildman (She's mistaken - Supergirl wasn't there.) stayed outside and I attended the funeral alone. And no, I hadn't told Mother about Wildman. Isn't that an integral part of not talking to someone? Protecting my happiness and the things that are important to me are a significant part of not talking to my mother. Seriously, do I, as a mother, not have a duty to protect my children from people whom I know to be dangerous? A person who abused me as a child is not someone to whom I want to expose my children. I don't care if she is their grandmother. If Vlad the Impaler is your father, does that mean your kids must hang out with him? If she still scares me this badly after 3 years of no contact with her, I am damn sure not going to let her be around my sweet, innocent, defenseless children.

And here I want to point out one of my mother's lies. She did know about Wildman. She knows someone who is a nurse in the hospital where he was born, and my uncle magically managed to call me about three days after Wildman was born. Definitely not a coincidence. And he told everyone in the family, because they all called to congratulate me. So Mother definitely knew. Just an example of how she lies to her friends to appear more sympathetic.

What's stupid is, it all stems from childhood resentment over the divorce. Mom and Dad were both passive people and never talked about things. And then they'd blow up and fight instead of working things through. Mom got Shelly (as Dad was a minister and moved around every four years - they wanted Shelly to finish up school in one place). Thing is, Dad sucked as a father (he's very self-centered) and Shelly was spoiled. Royally spoiled. She's in many ways very unlike her parents, because she's very confrontational. Anyway, she's such buddy buddies with her dad, even though he's continuously not been there for her (although he is now, at least). And thinks her mom is evil.
Never mind that only two people hate her mother - her and her dad.
Because Shelly's never wrong.

This whole paragraph just pisses me off to no end. Who the hell does she think she is, dismissing my feelings as "stupid" and saying my dad sucked as a father?! Yes, she was my best friend as a child, but she has no idea what went on in my house! My parents were not "passive people and never talked about things". My mother would set ridiculous rules and punish my father with physical abuse if they weren't followed. She would demand that he do something and if he didn't do it immediately, she would hit him, usually with some object. She controlled the money so tightly that if he bought anything for himself, he was punished. She constantly belittled everything he did and put him down every day. Eventually, she turned that "attention" on me. And yes, my dad is self-centered. And in some ways, he wasn't there for me when I was a child. But as I grew up, I realized that he was just trying to get through and he had to focus on keeping her happy (or trying to, there's no way to succeed at that task) and keeping himself in one piece. I have forgiven him for the ways in which he wasn't there for me and for leaving me there with her when he left. We've had a lot of very cathartic conversations about Mother and her ways and how we both dealt it - then and since we've left her. He's apologized for his failings and I have accepted him as he is, flaws and all. We now have a very good relationship and are very supportive of one another. As for my mother, not only has she never apologized for one single thing that she's done, she still plays the same manipulative games and was still physically aggressive one of the last times I saw her. So on one hand, I have a parent who acknowledges his mistakes and is trying to be better. On the other hand, I have a parent who is still playing her same games and up to her same tricks. Is it any wonder that I talk to one of them and not the other? I tried way too hard for way too long to get my mother to love me and to quit hurting me emotionally and physically and I've just simply given up. She'll never change and I can't have the relationship I wanted with her by myself.

And I love that she just dismisses the fact that my dad and I don't interact with Mother. Hmmmm....let's see, the two people who have lived with this woman don't like her and will not have anything to do with her. Given that one of those people is a mild mannered minister, wouldn't you start to ask questions? Maybe there's more to the story than anyone outside the family saw?

And if anyone actually read this far, I sincerely thank you. It was tremendously cathartic to write this.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Sad Days

Yesterday was a very low day. My grandmother passed away. It wasn't entirely unexpected; she had a massive stroke about two years ago and had been paralysed and not able to speak since then. She's been in a nursing home far away from her home (to be closer to my mother) for those two years and you could see the unhappiness in her face and body language. While I'm relieved that her suffering is over and she's free, I miss her. She was always sweet and gentle and was one bright spot in a very difficult family. I remember her as the one person who was always nice to me as a kid. I'm so sad that she's gone.

I will be spending the next two days dealing with my mother and her brothers, three of my least favorite people in this world. My mother is a sociopath, so she's a treat to have at all family occasions. Her brothers are manageable, they are mainly just rude to my husband and family. At least I'll have Rock and the kids with me.

Have a great week and a great weekend and I'll see you all on Monday

Friday, September 7, 2007


When you're in a public restroom and someone knocks on the door because they want to come in and clean but they're a different gender than the restroom specifies, how do you answer without sounding like a total doofus? I've said "yes!" and "someone's in here!" and "occupied!", but I always feel like the world's biggest dork.

Is there a reasonable solution? Or am I, in fact, the world's biggest dork?

In unrelated news, I'm about to leave work, so I wish you all a very happy weekend! See you Monday!

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Riddle Me This, Batman

At lunch today, my friends and I observed a mystery. I present to you The Case of The Two Mommies:

In line in front of us were two women. Both appeared to be *very* pregnant. Both were small-built women with seriously round "baby bellies". (As I don't know their names, I will identify them by their hair color.) Brunette was carrying a car seat containing a *tiny* baby.

The puzzle, then: Who was the mother of the tiny baby and was she pregnant again?

The facts:

1. With a baby that small, there is no human way for the woman to be about to give birth again. Seriously, we're talking a days-old baby and a woman who looks 8 months along.

2. Blonde looked slightly less pregnant than Brunette, leading me to speculate that she could be the mother of the days-old baby, but she did not carry, hold, or otherwise interact with the child (that I saw, but then, once we sat down, I was not facing the trio). Brunette carried the child in the car seat, held the child at the table, and fed the child a bottle.

3. When asked how old the baby was, Brunette had to stop and think before she answered "ten days".

So, Internets, I ask you - what is the answer to the puzzle? Who was the mother? Or did they steal someone else's ten-day-old daughter and take her out for an Italian lunch?

And on a side note, Swistle, I'm gunning for you. You have made newborns like crack for me, too. I had to physically restrain myself from snatching that baby up and snuffling her little newborn head.