apt for my attitude today
When I rule the world…
When I am Queen of Everything (NOT to take the title from Amalah or Erin – they are the current reigning supremas), there will be one rule. Listen to Queen Sparks. That’s it. Not that I’m God, but DUUUUDE the world would run much smoother with me in charge.
In my personal current little kingdom, no one listens. They should. Vacation planning? Just listen to me and you’ll do fine. But no. You don’t. Big move coming up? I decree that you shall help by taking the kids for one week. During that week, these things will happen. Do not deviate from the set schedule, or this whole shindig will fall apart.
I said don’t deviate from the damn schedule.
See? I told you you should listen to me. But Noooooo, you just can’t.
There are varied opportunities for you to listen to me. You (this is the whole world You) just won’t!!! Oy!!! Yes, I have opinions. Of course, everyone does.
But when I am Queen and tell you what to do, you shall do it. And then there will be world peace. The end.
Family sucks sometimes
I’m so frustrated. I can’t go into details on a public blog, but really people. Help me out here.
We ask for so little. And you never come through. SO. Little. It’s always “OK, but…” It’s never just “OK.” We’re making a major life change, and you can’t just go with it? Really? And you just make it harder and harder. I simply don’t understand it. Everything to do with you guys is always about your convenience. Your “right time.” Never our right time.
And you. The other one over there. Really? I mean, come on – you know what I’m dealing with, but no dice. And to add insult to injury, you decide to go ahead and take some more. Jesus.
I know I’m being vague. I just had to get this off my chest.
My Neighbors
My neighbors are my parents. On one side. I’m not sure we have any yet on the other since I can’t tell if they’ve actually moved in yet. On that side, one more house over, they have a similar situation we do, they rent out the little house next to us. So far, it seems to me that it serves as a place for friends of theirs to live while saving for a house. I don’t know how, since I also know they charge an exorbitant rent, in my opinion. The people who own it, two houses over, have lived there 40 years or so, just like my dad, but they’ve never been friendly. And in fact there’s been some animosity.
Let’s see… When I was about 16 they actually built the little house next to us. At the time, my grandmother, who was 89 or 90 at the time, was living there. My parents were on vacation (again), and while grandma thought she was keeping an eye on me, it really, per my parents’ instructions, was the other way around. So those people are doing construction, and managed to attempt to saw through a transformer, causing it to explode. Which caused the privacy ivy to catch fire. Which caused the carport on our house to catch fire. I was next door (my parents house – are you keeping up?) cooking lunch for my friends. The stove literally jumped up and back hitting the brick wall behind it. Scared the crap out of me. I went outside, trying to figure out what was going on, when a neighbor ran up to me and told me to call 911. I did, and then went off in search of my grandmother.
My grandmother, God love her, was the first call to 911. I was stupid and had no shoes on, but my thought was of her. So – I, in fact, HAVE run through burning coals to get to someone. Transformer pieces were all over the yard and were still red and white hot. She was sitting changing her slippers into tennis shoes. Great. Makes sense. Then she decides to put her slippers under her bed. Because, you know. That’s where they go. At which point I boddilly picked her up and carried her out of the house. Then I had to move the car for the fire department. I had my learner’s permit at the time, so I was terrified I’d be in trouble with my dad. Went to a friend’s house to call my parents (the transformer blew out the phone line), and I was fine until I talked to my mom, at which point I was sobbing.
Other adventures with that neighbor include limbs falling off a diseased tree into our yard not once but twice, causing thousands of dollars in damage to my dad’s vehicles. They always paid, but come on! Cut it down for God’s sake before a PERSON gets hurt instead.
On the other side of my parents, who will be my new neighbors once we move, I have NO idea who they are. None. never seen them.
I’m still not sure they exist.
So – I’m a happy camper to be moving. Let my dad deal with the neighbors, and the damn tree, and the diseased tree sap. I’m done.
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I’m a Darn Good Mommy Blogger?
In lieu of their Member of the Week feature, CHBM wants us to pimp ourselves. As in why am I a darn good mommy blogger.
Here’s the problem – and lo, there are many others – I’m terrible at pimping myself in any capacity. I know what I’m good at in parenting, working, life, but I’ll be damned if I’m the one to say it. That would be bragging and bad manners – at least that’s how I was raised. Which certainly doesn’t go far in promoting my blog in any way.
So, I’ll try, but that’s as far as I’ll go.
First off, I have never considered myself a mommy-blogger. Which leads to my main “good mommy-blogger” point in my favor… Longevity.
I started writing online around ’94-’95. I lost most of my archives in great computer crashes and/or moves, so I only have my archives back to 2000. Well, that was college time – WAY before kids. Way before “blogging” too. I “journaled” online. It was hard too, in a non-user friendly way. Everything was coded by hand – each and every page – in notepad from scratch. It was then uploaded via ftp to wherever we had space – in my case I had free space with my AOL account. Each page had to be updated, as it was a page a day format, unlike most blogs nowadays with several entries on the front page. Which means, that you had to go into your previous entry and code it to link to the next, then go to your archives to link to the new entry, then of course there was the front page. And if you had links, etc, you had to add them to each and every page, unless you only had them on the front page. Frankly, a really large PITA. Eventually software came along that made things easier. And then came the blogging format, which caused no little debate among the online journaling community. But I was there.
So now – while I absolutely do write about my kids and parenting them, and my family as a whole, I also have a journalling past present and future that does not include them. I rant and rave on society, myself, headlines, marriage, etc. So – my question is? What is a mommy-blogger? And am I one? Is it blogger + children = mommy-blogger? or is it blogger who only writes about their kids/parenting = mommy-blogger? I don’t know. I actually wiki’d it, and they don’t have a definition either.
Anyway, my number one “good” mommy blogger point is longevity. In blogging terms, I’m a freakin’ dinosaur.
What else?
Hmmm.
I believe my page is cohesive, well-designed, and not terrible to look at.
I believe when I write I have something to say. Whether anyone else thinks so, I don’t know. But that drives my final point home. I write what I want to. There is some self-censorship involved… There are a few choice things I could say about some family members, which I don’t as I don’t want to start WWIII. I don’t write about work much as some things I could say could maybe possibly get me dooced. So – I don’t. Beyond those things – I’m very about what I think. I write it out. It’s my personal journal. I treat it as such. I don’t know why I publish online – I’ve never been able to articulate that at all. But it’s true. I’m true. I believe that working through my issues through my blog is true.
And I’m not going anywhere.
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