This is kinda fun and nostalgic. You go over to: popculturemadness.com and you look up the "BillBoard Hits" for the year you turned 18. Then.........you write about them and how the hit songs "touched" you or how they made you feel.
Ok..........I am really trying to not be so jaded, sarcastic, synical, negative, mean, or whatever, but the 80's seriously sucked monkey ass! I mean, c'mon...........Reagan was our "President", the clothes were way too lame.........please! How attractive are pegged legs if you are 5'0 tall (on a good day), petite but sport a J-Lo ass? Really! It's all about balance! Not butt-in-a-bag.
The big hair thing was fine because, well, it doesn't matter what decade it is, I will always have big hair and I am very thankful for that. It could be worse..........female baldness kinda ranks up there with pegged leg jeans.
So here is the list for the wonderful of year of:::::::::::1982. 25 years ago............Damn, I am getting old!
1982
November 21, 1981 - January 29, 1982: Physical - Olivia Newton-John
January 30 - February 5: I Can't Go for That (No Can Do) - Daryl Hall & John Oates
February 6 - March 19: Centerfold - J. Geils Band
March 20 - May 7: I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts
May 8 - May 14: Chariots of Fire theme Vangelis
May 15 - July 2: Ebony and Ivory - Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
July 3 - July 23: Don't You Want Me - The Human League
July 24 - September 3: Eye of the Tiger - Survivor
September 4 - September 17: Abracadabra - The Steve Miller Band
September 18 - October 1: Hard to Say I'm Sorry - Chicago
October 2 - October 29: Jack & Diane - John Mellencamp
October 30 - November 5: Who Can It Be Now? - Men at Work
November 6 - November 26: Up Where We Belong - Joe Cocker & Jennifer Warnes
November 27 - December 10: Truly - Lionel Richie
December 11- December 17: Mickey - Toni Basil
December 18, 1982 - January 14, 1983: Maneater - Hall & Oates
Seriously? You're kidding me, right? What a year in music.
Do I dare pick each one of these "diddies" apart? I mean........would that be a complete waste of time, energy and words? There really are no words to describe these songs other than..........they basically all suck to some great level. So having said that, I think I will only pick a few just for giggles and laughs.
Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me knowwwwwwww? That's just gay! Enough said.
Oh Micky your so fine you blow my mind, hey Micky........ Speed kills, Toni.........and those clothes? Wow........
A little ditty about Jack and Diane...........no........I really don't care to hear about it.......
Truly, truly in love with you, girl. I am truly.....blah, blah, blah........(ok, I'll admit I played that one way too many times in my Celica). Sorry, Hallmark.......I think Mr. Richie beat you up in the saccharine dept.
I love Rock-n-Roll so put another dime in the juke box, baby......A dime? A dime? Ms. Jett? For the love of God........please wash your face. You really can not wear all of that black eyeliner, etc..........it doesn't look good. And? Act like a lady!
I seriously could go on and on...but I won't, I promise..........The ironic thing is I know the damn words to virtually every song on this list! And? I can still visualize most of the videos......Yuck!
On that "note" I think I will get a glass of wine and clear my mind from this musical decade of rubble.....or rubbish.......depending on how you view it.
Ciao,
Angie
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
I Just Can't
Today has been one hectic, drama filled day. Fences! Well, at least they are up. Thank you Sweetie and your brother for doing a great job. Also, thank you for puting up with dysfunctional bull shit. I am sorry that you had to help me break up a nasty, ugly fight between my kids. I have mentioned that one is an adult and the other is almost there. I just wish they would act like adults!
The reason for the fight was because of an overweight, destructive dog whom I didn't realize that I liked so much until..............well, he got out. And? I spent three hours driving all through my neighborhood looking for him. I live in a city. The Downtown area of a rather large city! Damn, I was worried. So much was going through my mind while I was looking for him. Freeways..........commuter trains.......( Yes, they still run on Holidays) busy streets........friendly dog who would go up to just about anyone.................homeless people that love to tote around a dog. That is something I have never figured out......but, I guess it has to do with companionship.
My older son let him out (remember.....fences are down). And my younger son blamed his brother for the dog getting out. My older boy felt horrible. It really was no one's fault. Yes, my older son should have more common sense and use better judgement. He can't expect Sweetie to watch the dog AND build a fence.
After three hours of driving around and asking virtually every person I saw if they had seen him, I went home. It was useless. No one had seen him and that was very strange to me. The dog never gets out. I can leave my back gate open and do work back there and he never takes off.
I just knew or felt he had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps, he was in one of neighbor's yard playing with another dog. I just knew he was around. So, when I came in from the alley into my back yard, who comes trotting out from my neighbor's house......HOUSE, mind you...............the dog! What the hell?
Yes, while walking and looking for him.......we called for him.....by name. We aren't that GUMBAish.........we can think of the obvious. Apparently my neighbor isn't so quick on the uptake. While the boyz and Sweetie were calling for him, the dumb-ass dog would go to her window and look at them. I don't think it ever occurred to her that we were L O O K I N G for our dog. She just kinda looked at me and said: "Oh, I guess I should have let you know that he was here". Really! Hello! I hate to stereo-type but I now know how blonde jokes got started.
Our dog decided he would go over to her yard and then into her house and curl up with HER dog. Her dog is a female and I think my dog is "sweet on her." (My South of the Mason-Dixon line quote for the day). They were just hanging out together having a grand ol' time!
Me? I was an axiety ridden mess! Damn, dog! First thing out of my mouth when I saw him was...........wow I don't even like you and I am glad you're back! I seriously did not realize that I actually liked him so much ,if at all.........I can't say love......not just yet........like was tough enough. I probably would "love" him if he would not eat my clothing. The dog has a zipper fettish and loves to chew them off of brand new jeans.
Ok........so now boy#1 has to settle some unfinished business with his brother. He follows his brother into the house, calls him a name.........something to do with female anatomy......(I hate that word) and the fight is on. I had to yell for Sweetie. You know? That was the first time in almost two years that man has ever butted into, what he calls, my business. He set them straight. He did a great job!
I am trying to get a hold of their father............yeah, right. I can't do this on my own............I seriously C A N N O T!
In my next life, I want to come back as a cat! Think of how enjoyable it would be to just lay around all day and do nothing. My only care in the world would be how to catch a bird. I would seriously go for the Blue Jays. I absolutely hate those bastards! They love to swoop down and peck at my cats. Don't get me started about how they steal my grapes and tomatoes.
Ok.......it's hot........I need a shower, preferably luke warm, at best........and I think I might have a good cry.
The reason for the fight was because of an overweight, destructive dog whom I didn't realize that I liked so much until..............well, he got out. And? I spent three hours driving all through my neighborhood looking for him. I live in a city. The Downtown area of a rather large city! Damn, I was worried. So much was going through my mind while I was looking for him. Freeways..........commuter trains.......( Yes, they still run on Holidays) busy streets........friendly dog who would go up to just about anyone.................homeless people that love to tote around a dog. That is something I have never figured out......but, I guess it has to do with companionship.
My older son let him out (remember.....fences are down). And my younger son blamed his brother for the dog getting out. My older boy felt horrible. It really was no one's fault. Yes, my older son should have more common sense and use better judgement. He can't expect Sweetie to watch the dog AND build a fence.
After three hours of driving around and asking virtually every person I saw if they had seen him, I went home. It was useless. No one had seen him and that was very strange to me. The dog never gets out. I can leave my back gate open and do work back there and he never takes off.
I just knew or felt he had to be somewhere close by. Perhaps, he was in one of neighbor's yard playing with another dog. I just knew he was around. So, when I came in from the alley into my back yard, who comes trotting out from my neighbor's house......HOUSE, mind you...............the dog! What the hell?
Yes, while walking and looking for him.......we called for him.....by name. We aren't that GUMBAish.........we can think of the obvious. Apparently my neighbor isn't so quick on the uptake. While the boyz and Sweetie were calling for him, the dumb-ass dog would go to her window and look at them. I don't think it ever occurred to her that we were L O O K I N G for our dog. She just kinda looked at me and said: "Oh, I guess I should have let you know that he was here". Really! Hello! I hate to stereo-type but I now know how blonde jokes got started.
Our dog decided he would go over to her yard and then into her house and curl up with HER dog. Her dog is a female and I think my dog is "sweet on her." (My South of the Mason-Dixon line quote for the day). They were just hanging out together having a grand ol' time!
Me? I was an axiety ridden mess! Damn, dog! First thing out of my mouth when I saw him was...........wow I don't even like you and I am glad you're back! I seriously did not realize that I actually liked him so much ,if at all.........I can't say love......not just yet........like was tough enough. I probably would "love" him if he would not eat my clothing. The dog has a zipper fettish and loves to chew them off of brand new jeans.
Ok........so now boy#1 has to settle some unfinished business with his brother. He follows his brother into the house, calls him a name.........something to do with female anatomy......(I hate that word) and the fight is on. I had to yell for Sweetie. You know? That was the first time in almost two years that man has ever butted into, what he calls, my business. He set them straight. He did a great job!
I am trying to get a hold of their father............yeah, right. I can't do this on my own............I seriously C A N N O T!
In my next life, I want to come back as a cat! Think of how enjoyable it would be to just lay around all day and do nothing. My only care in the world would be how to catch a bird. I would seriously go for the Blue Jays. I absolutely hate those bastards! They love to swoop down and peck at my cats. Don't get me started about how they steal my grapes and tomatoes.
Ok.......it's hot........I need a shower, preferably luke warm, at best........and I think I might have a good cry.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Good Things Come to Those That..........WAIT
I am not a very patient person. I think during creation, I seriously got into the wrong line. The line I stood in consisted of mainly Type A personalities and we were all fighting over who was going to be first and we seriously missed out on the importance of being a well rounded person. I try.......I try each and everyday to grow more patience but somehow, it doesn't work for me. I don't get it!
And? I get seriously confused when someone comments about how much patience I really do have. I become speechless and get that scrunched up, puzzled look because I KNOW I have no patience. I think people THINK I have patience because of trying to make a go of a business AND raising two teenage (God Help Us All) boyz! Yeah, I do have patience with them and MOST all of their situations. Guess that's why I love wine. Hmmm......maybe I got into the "Addictive Personality" line as well.
I have realized that my patience level, or non-patience level reaches monsterous heights when I have to wait. I hate waiting. Waiting for virtually anything causes my blood pressure to escelate to dangerous levels. Yes, I know, I am being overly dramatic.
I wait on people all day. The one's I love the most, actually the least, are those that can't make up their minds. That's when my Type A personality kicks in and states, in the most professional way, "I am cooking you............" (fill in the blank and it's usually what I bought too much of). And, the best part? They're happy! I saved them some much needed brain power........I made up their mind for them. Now, they can utilize that energy on more important things besides deciding what they want for lunch. It's a win win situation. I don't have to wait any further and can utilize my stronger skills on preparring them a very tasty and healthy lunch.
I finally, finally was granted my S&M traction device. It's awesome. I called the company, told them when I would be there to pick it up...........translation, Go get it from your warehouse, leave it at the front desk, let me sign, and I am outta there. Nah..........I had to wait.........and wait a very long time..........impatiently.
I think the scarriest waiting situations entails my boyz. I seriously get freaked out when they are late and I've called them several times and they don't answer their cell phones. My run-a- muck imagination then seriously kicks into overdrive and I just know something bad has happened. Just pick up the phone and let me know you are safe and on your way home.
I seriously become an anxiety ridden mess. Yes, it's been stated several times that I over react. Probably. But, damn it if you know I am a "worry wort" and you were supposed to be home earlier, just call me and let me know you are safe....just running late. I do understand the concept of traffic. I deal with it, also, every single day. And? I do understand that the only parking space available was about a half a mile from where you were going. That works and it's a valid excuse. Just let me know, damn, it!
Yes, that is what I am dealing with, lately...........waiting.
Now, I am waiting on Sweetie to get here and help me with my rotting fence. But? The "Basket Ball" game is on and I am sure I am going to be waiting for a while.
You know what? I am seriously getting burned out on basketball. I can hardly "WAIT" until the season is completely over with! I think I might use my "waiting time" to make a chain counting down the days until Basket Ball Season is done! You know those chains we used to make in elementary school counting down the days until Christmas? We actually were able to use the word Christmas in public schools back then! Well, anyway......one of those chains.
I think I will make the paper links all in the color black because I am now an official.......Basket Ball Widow!
And that Basket Ball I bought him last year for Valentine's Day? (What a dumb present, but he wanted a new one). That ball is going to go flying out his car window because I am so sick of it rolling around all over my feet! ( I think when I am not in the car with that man, he secretly straps in Mr. Spalding so he, too, can be safe from all of the crazy, rude drivers).
One last basketball rant: Go San Antonio! I sure do like Mr. Ginobili.......one of the few things from Texas I am liking these days!
Ciao, Angie
And? I get seriously confused when someone comments about how much patience I really do have. I become speechless and get that scrunched up, puzzled look because I KNOW I have no patience. I think people THINK I have patience because of trying to make a go of a business AND raising two teenage (God Help Us All) boyz! Yeah, I do have patience with them and MOST all of their situations. Guess that's why I love wine. Hmmm......maybe I got into the "Addictive Personality" line as well.
I have realized that my patience level, or non-patience level reaches monsterous heights when I have to wait. I hate waiting. Waiting for virtually anything causes my blood pressure to escelate to dangerous levels. Yes, I know, I am being overly dramatic.
I wait on people all day. The one's I love the most, actually the least, are those that can't make up their minds. That's when my Type A personality kicks in and states, in the most professional way, "I am cooking you............" (fill in the blank and it's usually what I bought too much of). And, the best part? They're happy! I saved them some much needed brain power........I made up their mind for them. Now, they can utilize that energy on more important things besides deciding what they want for lunch. It's a win win situation. I don't have to wait any further and can utilize my stronger skills on preparring them a very tasty and healthy lunch.
I finally, finally was granted my S&M traction device. It's awesome. I called the company, told them when I would be there to pick it up...........translation, Go get it from your warehouse, leave it at the front desk, let me sign, and I am outta there. Nah..........I had to wait.........and wait a very long time..........impatiently.
I think the scarriest waiting situations entails my boyz. I seriously get freaked out when they are late and I've called them several times and they don't answer their cell phones. My run-a- muck imagination then seriously kicks into overdrive and I just know something bad has happened. Just pick up the phone and let me know you are safe and on your way home.
I seriously become an anxiety ridden mess. Yes, it's been stated several times that I over react. Probably. But, damn it if you know I am a "worry wort" and you were supposed to be home earlier, just call me and let me know you are safe....just running late. I do understand the concept of traffic. I deal with it, also, every single day. And? I do understand that the only parking space available was about a half a mile from where you were going. That works and it's a valid excuse. Just let me know, damn, it!
Yes, that is what I am dealing with, lately...........waiting.
Now, I am waiting on Sweetie to get here and help me with my rotting fence. But? The "Basket Ball" game is on and I am sure I am going to be waiting for a while.
You know what? I am seriously getting burned out on basketball. I can hardly "WAIT" until the season is completely over with! I think I might use my "waiting time" to make a chain counting down the days until Basket Ball Season is done! You know those chains we used to make in elementary school counting down the days until Christmas? We actually were able to use the word Christmas in public schools back then! Well, anyway......one of those chains.
I think I will make the paper links all in the color black because I am now an official.......Basket Ball Widow!
And that Basket Ball I bought him last year for Valentine's Day? (What a dumb present, but he wanted a new one). That ball is going to go flying out his car window because I am so sick of it rolling around all over my feet! ( I think when I am not in the car with that man, he secretly straps in Mr. Spalding so he, too, can be safe from all of the crazy, rude drivers).
One last basketball rant: Go San Antonio! I sure do like Mr. Ginobili.......one of the few things from Texas I am liking these days!
Ciao, Angie
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Tagged....again.
This is actually a good one and it does help to build the self-esteem. I just got back from making hundreds of pounds of Italian sausage with my parents' neighbors, it was fun. I smell like dead animal and garlic, but what the hell.? So I turn on my computer and read a few of my favorite blogs and I have been tagged by Missy. So here it goes.
List 7 things I like about me:
# 1). I am very honest. Sometimes, almost too honest which can be misconstrued as "out spoken." I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, nor would I tell someone they look awful in their new dress, but I do speak my mind and I don't play games.
2). I don't play games. What you see is what you get. I guess that would go with the honesty part. I just hate head games and refuse to engage in them.
3). I am a good mom. (Sorry, Missy, I am really not trying to "copy" you but your words were very good). I sure hope to God that at some point, in one or both of my boyz' life, they are not stretched on some shrink's couch arguing this point. But I have done most of the child rearing on my own, even when my husband and I still lived under the same roof. I've done the best I can.
4). I am a great listener. I have always had people confide in me just about everything. I may not agree with whomever, but I will listen and offer advise as needed. Sometimes I feel I am the town sounding board and there is no one available when I need someone to talk with. I think that is how I got into blogging. I share everything with Sweetie, but somethings you just have to it write out vs. talk out.
5). I love life and love to live life to its fullest. Meaning: Yeah, I love to laugh, dance, sing, drink (not excessively) but in a great social setting and I love to see the same in others. We only get one chance at this life and there is nothing, materially, we can take with us upon death, so why not have a great time?
6). I am not materialistic. I have, unfortunately expensive taste, but I am not materialistic. The simplest things in life mean more to me than anything. I would much rather share an evening with my family, Sweetie and friends than have a cruise around the world. I know that, in itself, sounds very simplistic, but that is how I view life. It's the simple things in life that matter more to me than anything.
#7). Now, the vanity parts I like about me. I will be 43 years old in about six weeks........eewwwwww.......I am very proud of the fact that I have managed to keep my weight in check........still have the same amount of energy as I did when I was half this age and I really don't have too many wrinkles. Laugh lines do not count! It's the sad person who has no laugh lines! I have a grey streak that I refer to as Cruella DeVille, or my boyz...but that, too, is managable..........dark hair dye.........just a little and prey it doesn't turn red.
So, I guess this sums it up? Maybe?
Thank you, Missy..........I didn't realize I was tagged by you until I went to leave you a comment and glanced at the screen and saw my name. This was fun!
Ciao, Angie
List 7 things I like about me:
# 1). I am very honest. Sometimes, almost too honest which can be misconstrued as "out spoken." I don't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, nor would I tell someone they look awful in their new dress, but I do speak my mind and I don't play games.
2). I don't play games. What you see is what you get. I guess that would go with the honesty part. I just hate head games and refuse to engage in them.
3). I am a good mom. (Sorry, Missy, I am really not trying to "copy" you but your words were very good). I sure hope to God that at some point, in one or both of my boyz' life, they are not stretched on some shrink's couch arguing this point. But I have done most of the child rearing on my own, even when my husband and I still lived under the same roof. I've done the best I can.
4). I am a great listener. I have always had people confide in me just about everything. I may not agree with whomever, but I will listen and offer advise as needed. Sometimes I feel I am the town sounding board and there is no one available when I need someone to talk with. I think that is how I got into blogging. I share everything with Sweetie, but somethings you just have to it write out vs. talk out.
5). I love life and love to live life to its fullest. Meaning: Yeah, I love to laugh, dance, sing, drink (not excessively) but in a great social setting and I love to see the same in others. We only get one chance at this life and there is nothing, materially, we can take with us upon death, so why not have a great time?
6). I am not materialistic. I have, unfortunately expensive taste, but I am not materialistic. The simplest things in life mean more to me than anything. I would much rather share an evening with my family, Sweetie and friends than have a cruise around the world. I know that, in itself, sounds very simplistic, but that is how I view life. It's the simple things in life that matter more to me than anything.
#7). Now, the vanity parts I like about me. I will be 43 years old in about six weeks........eewwwwww.......I am very proud of the fact that I have managed to keep my weight in check........still have the same amount of energy as I did when I was half this age and I really don't have too many wrinkles. Laugh lines do not count! It's the sad person who has no laugh lines! I have a grey streak that I refer to as Cruella DeVille, or my boyz...but that, too, is managable..........dark hair dye.........just a little and prey it doesn't turn red.
So, I guess this sums it up? Maybe?
Thank you, Missy..........I didn't realize I was tagged by you until I went to leave you a comment and glanced at the screen and saw my name. This was fun!
Ciao, Angie
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Until Death Do Us Part
I am just trying to absorb everything that happened yesterday. I feel as though a whirlwind of some sort has hit me and has blown me towards this huge black door with this huge metal handle that I am afraid to turn. I am petrified of opening this door and seeing what is really behind it. Whatever awaits behind this door is frightening, causing me great anxiety because, I know.......it's change.
I went to a "settlement meeting" yesterday. This is a type of meeting where my lawyer, myself, my ex's lawyer and him all sit at this big table and try to reach some agreement regarding our kids and property. It's very stressfull. You don't know what to expect because each party is being "secretive" and can not reveal their game plan until this big day. Actually, viewing it as humanly possible according to Angie Logic: I just wonder how two people who were once in love, shared two kids together, a house, three cats and a pain in the ass dog let it get this far. Sitting across from one another squabbling over bull shit, trivial crap such as a credit card issued jointly, back in the mid 1980's, that had been paid in full for several years. His attorney tried this and thankfully, mine squelched it before it became an issue. A very trivial, waste of time issue. His attorney is a clown.
This meeting dragged on for three hours and in the end? I have my house. Yes, that is what I wanted and always wanted.......but? I am sad.
The reasons for my sadness and my bewilderment have to do with the trade offs for "getting" the house.
My ex? He no longer has to pay child support. His co-payments for his kids' secondary education are very limited as well. He will still pay their medical insurance premiums and will only support them monetarily as he deems necessarry.
In other words? According to Angie Logic? All parental responsibility and The House..........are mine. In essecents, they really have always been mine....but he claimed that he contributed to some degree....I guess to make him feel better? To massage his conscience? I dunno.
The man did exactly what I always knew he wanted to do: Rid himself of all responsibility as a man and a father.
I know he loves these boys...........I do know this.......but? I just can't put into words. It's sad. In the process of divorcing me I firmly believe his kids have been "divorced" as well. I can't describe my feelings.......it's just strange.
Ironically, when I got home from our meeting my mail had arrived. He sent me a mother's day card thanking me for always being there for our boys and being a great mother. He also sent one to MY mother thanking her for the same thing.
I did the "big girl" thing and called him up and thanked him. Yes, it was a nice gesture. It was thoughful and I should just take it for what it is. But? Of course, I psycho-analyze everything to death and just wonder........are the cards another way to make HIM feel better? Another way to massage HIS conscience? I'll never know. I should just move on and not delve into the subject any further. They're cards for the Love of God....accept them and move on.
Now............well, with all of these "new" responsibilities I have.......( I am sorry, they are not new. They are the same ones I always had for the last 20 years. They have just "legally" shifted to me because some legal document will state that..........) Wow! I definitely will have to close my business because, yes, I will need more money to foot the bill for everything! Yes..........everything.
My ex will have to attend parenting classes. I made that very clear. There will be graduations, weddings (hopefully not for a very long time) grand children, etc. Even with a document stating our marriage is dissolved, I will always be somewhat "attached" to this man until? Death Do Us Part.
I think I will cry now. This is all so overwhelming! Too bad it's very early in the day because a glass of wine would be just what the doctor would order.
I went to a "settlement meeting" yesterday. This is a type of meeting where my lawyer, myself, my ex's lawyer and him all sit at this big table and try to reach some agreement regarding our kids and property. It's very stressfull. You don't know what to expect because each party is being "secretive" and can not reveal their game plan until this big day. Actually, viewing it as humanly possible according to Angie Logic: I just wonder how two people who were once in love, shared two kids together, a house, three cats and a pain in the ass dog let it get this far. Sitting across from one another squabbling over bull shit, trivial crap such as a credit card issued jointly, back in the mid 1980's, that had been paid in full for several years. His attorney tried this and thankfully, mine squelched it before it became an issue. A very trivial, waste of time issue. His attorney is a clown.
This meeting dragged on for three hours and in the end? I have my house. Yes, that is what I wanted and always wanted.......but? I am sad.
The reasons for my sadness and my bewilderment have to do with the trade offs for "getting" the house.
My ex? He no longer has to pay child support. His co-payments for his kids' secondary education are very limited as well. He will still pay their medical insurance premiums and will only support them monetarily as he deems necessarry.
In other words? According to Angie Logic? All parental responsibility and The House..........are mine. In essecents, they really have always been mine....but he claimed that he contributed to some degree....I guess to make him feel better? To massage his conscience? I dunno.
The man did exactly what I always knew he wanted to do: Rid himself of all responsibility as a man and a father.
I know he loves these boys...........I do know this.......but? I just can't put into words. It's sad. In the process of divorcing me I firmly believe his kids have been "divorced" as well. I can't describe my feelings.......it's just strange.
Ironically, when I got home from our meeting my mail had arrived. He sent me a mother's day card thanking me for always being there for our boys and being a great mother. He also sent one to MY mother thanking her for the same thing.
I did the "big girl" thing and called him up and thanked him. Yes, it was a nice gesture. It was thoughful and I should just take it for what it is. But? Of course, I psycho-analyze everything to death and just wonder........are the cards another way to make HIM feel better? Another way to massage HIS conscience? I'll never know. I should just move on and not delve into the subject any further. They're cards for the Love of God....accept them and move on.
Now............well, with all of these "new" responsibilities I have.......( I am sorry, they are not new. They are the same ones I always had for the last 20 years. They have just "legally" shifted to me because some legal document will state that..........) Wow! I definitely will have to close my business because, yes, I will need more money to foot the bill for everything! Yes..........everything.
My ex will have to attend parenting classes. I made that very clear. There will be graduations, weddings (hopefully not for a very long time) grand children, etc. Even with a document stating our marriage is dissolved, I will always be somewhat "attached" to this man until? Death Do Us Part.
I think I will cry now. This is all so overwhelming! Too bad it's very early in the day because a glass of wine would be just what the doctor would order.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Looks Can Be So Deceiving
My name is Giovanni (serioulsy) and I moved next door to Angie a few months ago. I live with my mom, Patrona and her room mate, Lizzy. They're college students and sometimes can piss off Angie, but what's new? Everyone can piss off Angie. See, sometimes they have loud parties and throw liquor bottles in her yard and their friends take Angie's parking space out front. She gets pissed when she has to park her new car a block away and walk. But, what really pisses Angie off is ME. She even had a talk with my mom about my behavior.
I am this big, beautiful Himalayan with huge blue eyes and Angie is a sucker for cats! When I first met Angie, I was curled up in her tulips taking a nap. I seriously thought it was my yard because my mom thought so as well. When Angie saw my mom pruning her plants, she went ballistic. She had to tell my mom that was her yard and to please reframe from pruning her plants. (She has all these wild flowers that provide a lot of shade and hiding places for us cats).
So, Angie sees me laying there and comes up to me and tells me how beautiful I am. I actually let her pet me a few times.....sweeten her up a little.....then Pounce! That was a good one, too. I even drew blood. Now you know what she calls me? Big Bastard! Yeah, that's my name. Nice, huh? No one needs neigbors like her.
Now we are at war with one another.
Two Sides To Every Story.
I'll agree with a few things Giovanni has stated. First, he is beautiful! He is one of the most gorgeous cats I have ever seen. He even let me take a few pictures of him yesterday without attacking me. But for some reason, I can't post them on my blog. Yes, I am an idiot. And, I really wasn't blessed with a lot of patience, either.
Second: Yeah, I changed his name. Around here, he is Big Bastard. I call him that, Sweetie does, even my forever- in- Church, mother calls him that. Why? Because he is! Big Bastard!
In a previous life, this cat was a pitt bull. He stalks.........he crouches down, in his plants and mine....he thinks he owns my yard, and pounces! I picked a few lemons from my tree the other day, and out pops Big Bastard and pounces on my foot. Yeah, he drew blood......Again.
The day I went in for my breast biopsy, he comes up to me, rubs his big body on my legs, I reached down to pet him and he attacked me. I went to kick him out of the way...gently.....I don't abuse animals, and he attacked my foot.
Now, I try to avoid him. When I go out to either my front or back yard, I always look to see where he might be lurking. I also carry a squirt bottle with me and use it to my full, complete advantage. I have lit his ass up! The squirt bottle, when not in my hand, is a permanent fixture on my porch. Sweetie saw him the other night, around the corner and clapped his hands loudly and scared the hell out of him. He's not so tough when he is out of his element.
I have never feared a cat before, but this guy is mean! He even has MY cats scared. One of my cats was always "the Don" on this street, but I think he's been taken out by Vito...Giovanni, Big Bastard, whatever next door. He corners my cats constantly and if I am at home and hear their piercing squabbles, out comes the squirt bottle. I have no mercy for his fluffy ass!
And? He is one brave, fearless Mother F***er. (Wow.......see, I am getting better..........I didn't even type my favorite descriptive). I was out watering a couple of mornings ago, Ok..........hence the word watering..........usually a hose is involved.......chalk full of water and there he comes! Pops out from some shrub and crouches down and stares at me with those huge blue eyes. I am just looking at him and saying to myself: Try it Mother F***er. I dare you. Just try it. You think that squirt bottle can light your ass up? Just think what a garden hose can do. I beg you! Please, just try it! Make My Day!
His mother and I are civil towards one another. We will never be best friends........but we are civil. One night Sweetie and I came home from somewhere and Patrona was outside doing something. So was Big Bastard acting all sweet because his mommy was around......Eddie Haskle. I commented on how beautiful her cat is and also made the comment that he has no fear. She informed me that he is a "Guard Cat." (PITT BULL). He guards everything and is very territorial and sometimes attacks her friends. She told me that if he gets out of control, I have permission to "kick him out of the way." (She doesn't know that I already chose that route and ended up with a bloody foot). Bastard!
I really wish I could have posted a picture of Big Bastard but I can't figure out how. I am sure it's something very easy that even I, the ludite(?) can eventually figure out. I should ask my older boy to help me but that would mean a few, very long minutes of listening to him remind me of the fact that I can not grasp technology. Well, guess what boy#1? Try parenting your ass for 19 years with out becoming completely grey or a stone cold drunk! We all have our strengths and I know mine do not involve technology.
Wish me luck...........mediation begins tomorrow.
Ciao,
Angie
I am this big, beautiful Himalayan with huge blue eyes and Angie is a sucker for cats! When I first met Angie, I was curled up in her tulips taking a nap. I seriously thought it was my yard because my mom thought so as well. When Angie saw my mom pruning her plants, she went ballistic. She had to tell my mom that was her yard and to please reframe from pruning her plants. (She has all these wild flowers that provide a lot of shade and hiding places for us cats).
So, Angie sees me laying there and comes up to me and tells me how beautiful I am. I actually let her pet me a few times.....sweeten her up a little.....then Pounce! That was a good one, too. I even drew blood. Now you know what she calls me? Big Bastard! Yeah, that's my name. Nice, huh? No one needs neigbors like her.
Now we are at war with one another.
Two Sides To Every Story.
I'll agree with a few things Giovanni has stated. First, he is beautiful! He is one of the most gorgeous cats I have ever seen. He even let me take a few pictures of him yesterday without attacking me. But for some reason, I can't post them on my blog. Yes, I am an idiot. And, I really wasn't blessed with a lot of patience, either.
Second: Yeah, I changed his name. Around here, he is Big Bastard. I call him that, Sweetie does, even my forever- in- Church, mother calls him that. Why? Because he is! Big Bastard!
In a previous life, this cat was a pitt bull. He stalks.........he crouches down, in his plants and mine....he thinks he owns my yard, and pounces! I picked a few lemons from my tree the other day, and out pops Big Bastard and pounces on my foot. Yeah, he drew blood......Again.
The day I went in for my breast biopsy, he comes up to me, rubs his big body on my legs, I reached down to pet him and he attacked me. I went to kick him out of the way...gently.....I don't abuse animals, and he attacked my foot.
Now, I try to avoid him. When I go out to either my front or back yard, I always look to see where he might be lurking. I also carry a squirt bottle with me and use it to my full, complete advantage. I have lit his ass up! The squirt bottle, when not in my hand, is a permanent fixture on my porch. Sweetie saw him the other night, around the corner and clapped his hands loudly and scared the hell out of him. He's not so tough when he is out of his element.
I have never feared a cat before, but this guy is mean! He even has MY cats scared. One of my cats was always "the Don" on this street, but I think he's been taken out by Vito...Giovanni, Big Bastard, whatever next door. He corners my cats constantly and if I am at home and hear their piercing squabbles, out comes the squirt bottle. I have no mercy for his fluffy ass!
And? He is one brave, fearless Mother F***er. (Wow.......see, I am getting better..........I didn't even type my favorite descriptive). I was out watering a couple of mornings ago, Ok..........hence the word watering..........usually a hose is involved.......chalk full of water and there he comes! Pops out from some shrub and crouches down and stares at me with those huge blue eyes. I am just looking at him and saying to myself: Try it Mother F***er. I dare you. Just try it. You think that squirt bottle can light your ass up? Just think what a garden hose can do. I beg you! Please, just try it! Make My Day!
His mother and I are civil towards one another. We will never be best friends........but we are civil. One night Sweetie and I came home from somewhere and Patrona was outside doing something. So was Big Bastard acting all sweet because his mommy was around......Eddie Haskle. I commented on how beautiful her cat is and also made the comment that he has no fear. She informed me that he is a "Guard Cat." (PITT BULL). He guards everything and is very territorial and sometimes attacks her friends. She told me that if he gets out of control, I have permission to "kick him out of the way." (She doesn't know that I already chose that route and ended up with a bloody foot). Bastard!
I really wish I could have posted a picture of Big Bastard but I can't figure out how. I am sure it's something very easy that even I, the ludite(?) can eventually figure out. I should ask my older boy to help me but that would mean a few, very long minutes of listening to him remind me of the fact that I can not grasp technology. Well, guess what boy#1? Try parenting your ass for 19 years with out becoming completely grey or a stone cold drunk! We all have our strengths and I know mine do not involve technology.
Wish me luck...........mediation begins tomorrow.
Ciao,
Angie
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
I Miss Those Stray Puff Balls
For many years, I was the chosen sucker for stray cats. I am not exagerating, but every couple of months, maybe once a year, some furry black critter would show up on my door step. And, yes, most of the cats "dumped" on me were black. I was "given" a Calico. Unfortunately, she's still with me and thankfully she likes the great outdoors, (she's evil). But, the majority of these puff balls have been black.
We can analyze the color black as well. Let's see..........the majority of the clothing I own is black. My new car is black. My bedding, except for the red duvet is black. And, my "man-friend" (his words, not mine) is black. There is definetly some pattern here.....I don't think I want to delve into. Oh, and the computer, MacBook thing that I am currently typing on? Yeah, i black. So, we've established I have some obsession with the color black.
The last puff that was dumped on me was a pregnant teenager that my son named Annie. She had an attitude but was pretty cool with me and even allowed me to hold her kittens shortly after they were born. I really don't know what happened to Annie. She was with us for only a short while. We found her dead in the alley behind my house. Personally, I think some jerk-off poisoned her. Who knows........People can really suck at times.
I did keep two of her kittens and they are the most wonderful boys on earth. Get this.....one of the brothers is actually grey......the other? Black. They will be eleven in July. When my sons were younger, they accused me of loving the "kittens" more than them. No, that wasn't the case. But, the kittens had an advantage over the boys and I tried to explain it to them. Very simple.....the kittens didn't talk back!
Obviously, it's been many years since I have been the target of "Kitty Dumping." I traded that hat in for a new one.
TEENAGER DUMPING!
I am really, seriously, questioning some "people's" parenting skills or lack there of..........And, I am most certainly not saying I am the perfect mother but honestly? I have always been very liberal, but I am leaning towards making it a crime for some people, perhaps many people to breed.
There have been minor cases when I have come home from work to kind some kid crashed out on my couch to later learn that he was kicked out of his own home. Ok....a few hours he's here, gets something to eat then goes stays with a relative until things can be worked out at home.......Home......I use that term so very lightly.
Now, I have had two very serious episodes that have basically emotionally drained me. The first episode was late last summer. My son was dating Crazy Girl in Southern California. While he was down there visiting her, her mother, whom I had never met.......(my ex-husband did) called me and asked me if her daughter could come up here, with me, and stay for a few weeks. I was totally taken off-guard. Bascially, floored. The key words here are: We never met and I live oh, about 400 miles north of her. And? Your daughter is a minor child. She and my son are one year apart. But the difference is my son is an adult and Crazy Girl isn't.....Trust me, the adult versus "child" thing bothered me as well. The whole damn relationship pissed me off and still pisses me off! See older post.
As our conversation grew longer, so did her time frame for her daughter's visit. She gravitated the conversation towards registering her for high school up here; her senior year, no doubt. I couldn't speak. I told her I would have to think about this long and hard and to please not pressure me for an immediate answer. Wow! You don't even know me lady and you want your crazy daughter to come stay with me. Apples really don't fall far from the trees.
It only took me about an hour, at the most...... to call her back up and say.......NO. I can't do this........I have too much going on in my own life and MY kids' lives to have another person stay with us. She couldn't understand why I could not allow her daughter to stay with us. Well, first lady.....I really don't want her sleeping in my son's bed.......that's a little wierd for me. And? She most certainly is NOT sleeping with me!
I really think she was more pissed at the fact that she could not pawn off her parental responsibilities on to someone else. This girl is troubled.....very troubled. I have stated before that the greatest gift her parents could give her would be help. She is mentally ill and I am sure her mother is stressed out.....but keywords..........mother.........responsibility!
The most recent incident was just the other night. It was pouring down rain. Perhaps, it was winter's last hoorah because, I swear it's over 90 degrees right now. But anyway, it was cold and rainy. My older boy was out with a bunch of friends and came home pretty late. He was very surprised to find me still awake and I new, immediately, that something was up.
He wasn't alone. Standing behind him was this little, tiny girl........size wise.......I actually think I may be taller than her and I am taller than no one. But, she needed a place to stay because her father locked her out. She just recently moved her to live with her father. He doesn't allow her to do anything, so she sneaks.
I was, WAS.......a very strict parent until I figured out that only leads to kids "sneaking around" and lying. I would rather my kids tell me the truth, no matter how much I am not going to like it, than to lie or sneak. So, instead of having this huge discussion at midnight, I allowed her to stay.
The next morning, we all talked. Yes, she sneaked out of her house to hang out with her friends and her father found out and decided her punishment would be to be locked out. Locked out to sleep in the rain or the laundry room of her appartments. Real Safe for a young lady........great logic........DAD!I Personally, if it was me, I would have waited for my boy's ass to get home, thank God he was safe, tell him to get to bed and take away everything the next day for a very long time. But? I would never lock him out. It really isn't very safe out on the street. Duh!
I was also able to talk with the girl's mother and get to the bottom of this mess. We got her home safely and I guess, according to my son, she's working things out with her father. My son and I have had several conversations regarding his choice of women. Yeah...........this is going to be an ongoing issue.
I can not really say I miss being the target of Kitty Dumping. But, I do know I am not liking this TEENAGER DUMPING, at all. If I had to make a choice, I would most definitely choose the puffs..........again: They Don't Talk Back!
We can analyze the color black as well. Let's see..........the majority of the clothing I own is black. My new car is black. My bedding, except for the red duvet is black. And, my "man-friend" (his words, not mine) is black. There is definetly some pattern here.....I don't think I want to delve into. Oh, and the computer, MacBook thing that I am currently typing on? Yeah, i black. So, we've established I have some obsession with the color black.
The last puff that was dumped on me was a pregnant teenager that my son named Annie. She had an attitude but was pretty cool with me and even allowed me to hold her kittens shortly after they were born. I really don't know what happened to Annie. She was with us for only a short while. We found her dead in the alley behind my house. Personally, I think some jerk-off poisoned her. Who knows........People can really suck at times.
I did keep two of her kittens and they are the most wonderful boys on earth. Get this.....one of the brothers is actually grey......the other? Black. They will be eleven in July. When my sons were younger, they accused me of loving the "kittens" more than them. No, that wasn't the case. But, the kittens had an advantage over the boys and I tried to explain it to them. Very simple.....the kittens didn't talk back!
Obviously, it's been many years since I have been the target of "Kitty Dumping." I traded that hat in for a new one.
TEENAGER DUMPING!
I am really, seriously, questioning some "people's" parenting skills or lack there of..........And, I am most certainly not saying I am the perfect mother but honestly? I have always been very liberal, but I am leaning towards making it a crime for some people, perhaps many people to breed.
There have been minor cases when I have come home from work to kind some kid crashed out on my couch to later learn that he was kicked out of his own home. Ok....a few hours he's here, gets something to eat then goes stays with a relative until things can be worked out at home.......Home......I use that term so very lightly.
Now, I have had two very serious episodes that have basically emotionally drained me. The first episode was late last summer. My son was dating Crazy Girl in Southern California. While he was down there visiting her, her mother, whom I had never met.......(my ex-husband did) called me and asked me if her daughter could come up here, with me, and stay for a few weeks. I was totally taken off-guard. Bascially, floored. The key words here are: We never met and I live oh, about 400 miles north of her. And? Your daughter is a minor child. She and my son are one year apart. But the difference is my son is an adult and Crazy Girl isn't.....Trust me, the adult versus "child" thing bothered me as well. The whole damn relationship pissed me off and still pisses me off! See older post.
As our conversation grew longer, so did her time frame for her daughter's visit. She gravitated the conversation towards registering her for high school up here; her senior year, no doubt. I couldn't speak. I told her I would have to think about this long and hard and to please not pressure me for an immediate answer. Wow! You don't even know me lady and you want your crazy daughter to come stay with me. Apples really don't fall far from the trees.
It only took me about an hour, at the most...... to call her back up and say.......NO. I can't do this........I have too much going on in my own life and MY kids' lives to have another person stay with us. She couldn't understand why I could not allow her daughter to stay with us. Well, first lady.....I really don't want her sleeping in my son's bed.......that's a little wierd for me. And? She most certainly is NOT sleeping with me!
I really think she was more pissed at the fact that she could not pawn off her parental responsibilities on to someone else. This girl is troubled.....very troubled. I have stated before that the greatest gift her parents could give her would be help. She is mentally ill and I am sure her mother is stressed out.....but keywords..........mother.........responsibility!
The most recent incident was just the other night. It was pouring down rain. Perhaps, it was winter's last hoorah because, I swear it's over 90 degrees right now. But anyway, it was cold and rainy. My older boy was out with a bunch of friends and came home pretty late. He was very surprised to find me still awake and I new, immediately, that something was up.
He wasn't alone. Standing behind him was this little, tiny girl........size wise.......I actually think I may be taller than her and I am taller than no one. But, she needed a place to stay because her father locked her out. She just recently moved her to live with her father. He doesn't allow her to do anything, so she sneaks.
I was, WAS.......a very strict parent until I figured out that only leads to kids "sneaking around" and lying. I would rather my kids tell me the truth, no matter how much I am not going to like it, than to lie or sneak. So, instead of having this huge discussion at midnight, I allowed her to stay.
The next morning, we all talked. Yes, she sneaked out of her house to hang out with her friends and her father found out and decided her punishment would be to be locked out. Locked out to sleep in the rain or the laundry room of her appartments. Real Safe for a young lady........great logic........DAD!I Personally, if it was me, I would have waited for my boy's ass to get home, thank God he was safe, tell him to get to bed and take away everything the next day for a very long time. But? I would never lock him out. It really isn't very safe out on the street. Duh!
I was also able to talk with the girl's mother and get to the bottom of this mess. We got her home safely and I guess, according to my son, she's working things out with her father. My son and I have had several conversations regarding his choice of women. Yeah...........this is going to be an ongoing issue.
I can not really say I miss being the target of Kitty Dumping. But, I do know I am not liking this TEENAGER DUMPING, at all. If I had to make a choice, I would most definitely choose the puffs..........again: They Don't Talk Back!
Thursday, May 3, 2007
I Have Changed My Address........don't come!
I can always tell when my special "aunt" will show up on my doorstep. Most of the time, she's unwanted. A few times and only a few times, I was very glad to see her, but most of the time she's just completely unwanted. Now, that I am in my 40's, I view her visits as just completely annoying and tiresome. Hurry Up! Get this over with and Go Home! I really can't choose what I would deem the worst case possible. My visits with Auntie? Or an unexpected "visit" from my soon to be ex-mother-in-law.?
Both options are pretty bad. I haven't seen nor heard from my mother in law since the late 90's and that was by choice. She's crazy and I had to get her out of our lives..........crazy people tend to suck the life out you..........so, you kinda have to figure out or put into prespective exactly what you want and don't want in your life. I chose to excommunicate Mizz MIL permanently.
But Auntie? C'mon on now! Let's look at this realistically. You can go away, at any time. I don't plan on having any more children. I am way too old. I know my grandmother was my age when my dad was born, but.........please, that was just wierd. So you can leave at any point.
I know you are reving up your engine, pulling that ghetto cruiser out of your shack to come see me for a few days. I can just tell. At least you give me a few warnings, unpleasant as they may seem. Let's see.........what signs have you given me thus far?
Oh, my favorite jeans.........thank you so very much for playing your little mind game. When I bought them, they were too big. The next week I wore them? My Good God! I looked liked I squeezed into a pair of pants 2 sizes too small for my already, big J-Lo Ass. After you wore out your welcome and found some other poor woman to torture.......I wore them again.......with a BELT! Nice mind fuck!
And why is it that when I know you will soon pull your ghetto, piece of crap car into my drive way that I feel compelled to go grocery shopping for stuff I normally never eat? Last night.......why, seriously, did I feel I had to make Fried Chicken Wings with Garlic Sauce.........Twiced Baked Potatoes...........AND Fried Zucchini?
See what I am talking about? Toxic foods...........tastes good..........but toxic foods. For sure my jeans will never fit!
Now, the big one........Back to my age. I will be 43 at the end of June......why am I getting PIMPLES? Is it the fried food? Or is this just another one of your vindictive, evil tricks? They are not big crater dudes, just small annoying chin zits...but still zits...damn, it. I am a grown woman who deserves some respect here!
I think when you finally park your ugly ass in my drive, come in and make yourself all cozy, we are going to have a little "chat." We need to talk about the number of years you have been torturing me. I really think it is time for you to find someone else to pick on. I am getting old now, and I am tired of fighting..........why don't you just be a nice auntie...........and leave me THE HELL ALONE!
Next person on the chat list is that dumb chick Eve. When I die, and reach Heaven, Nirvana, whatever..........I know I will be there because I am such....well you know? A great person and all..........blah, blah, blah..........I am marching right into Eve's office for a little sit down. We seriously need to address her stupidity and how it has affected every single woman on this polluted planet.
I am not playing, Eve. You and I have some unfinished business.
I just hope it's not for a very long time that I get to see your apple eating face. I look forward to grandchildren one day and huge amounts of quality time spent with them!
Ciao, Angie
Both options are pretty bad. I haven't seen nor heard from my mother in law since the late 90's and that was by choice. She's crazy and I had to get her out of our lives..........crazy people tend to suck the life out you..........so, you kinda have to figure out or put into prespective exactly what you want and don't want in your life. I chose to excommunicate Mizz MIL permanently.
But Auntie? C'mon on now! Let's look at this realistically. You can go away, at any time. I don't plan on having any more children. I am way too old. I know my grandmother was my age when my dad was born, but.........please, that was just wierd. So you can leave at any point.
I know you are reving up your engine, pulling that ghetto cruiser out of your shack to come see me for a few days. I can just tell. At least you give me a few warnings, unpleasant as they may seem. Let's see.........what signs have you given me thus far?
Oh, my favorite jeans.........thank you so very much for playing your little mind game. When I bought them, they were too big. The next week I wore them? My Good God! I looked liked I squeezed into a pair of pants 2 sizes too small for my already, big J-Lo Ass. After you wore out your welcome and found some other poor woman to torture.......I wore them again.......with a BELT! Nice mind fuck!
And why is it that when I know you will soon pull your ghetto, piece of crap car into my drive way that I feel compelled to go grocery shopping for stuff I normally never eat? Last night.......why, seriously, did I feel I had to make Fried Chicken Wings with Garlic Sauce.........Twiced Baked Potatoes...........AND Fried Zucchini?
See what I am talking about? Toxic foods...........tastes good..........but toxic foods. For sure my jeans will never fit!
Now, the big one........Back to my age. I will be 43 at the end of June......why am I getting PIMPLES? Is it the fried food? Or is this just another one of your vindictive, evil tricks? They are not big crater dudes, just small annoying chin zits...but still zits...damn, it. I am a grown woman who deserves some respect here!
I think when you finally park your ugly ass in my drive, come in and make yourself all cozy, we are going to have a little "chat." We need to talk about the number of years you have been torturing me. I really think it is time for you to find someone else to pick on. I am getting old now, and I am tired of fighting..........why don't you just be a nice auntie...........and leave me THE HELL ALONE!
Next person on the chat list is that dumb chick Eve. When I die, and reach Heaven, Nirvana, whatever..........I know I will be there because I am such....well you know? A great person and all..........blah, blah, blah..........I am marching right into Eve's office for a little sit down. We seriously need to address her stupidity and how it has affected every single woman on this polluted planet.
I am not playing, Eve. You and I have some unfinished business.
I just hope it's not for a very long time that I get to see your apple eating face. I look forward to grandchildren one day and huge amounts of quality time spent with them!
Ciao, Angie
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Where is the Logic in all of this?
The medical industry, or should I say, how medicine is practiced in this country defies all that is Holy. Basically, it's just messed up. What I am referring to are HMO's. You know that term to describe six figure Nazis that DICTATE what a doctor must do and how he or she must "practice" medicine? It's pretty lame and very illogical. Unfortunately, we are at their mercy. Damn, Nazis!
My neurosurgeon.......yeah, that's right, you heard me......surgeon........somehow the conversation of neck/back surgery has been thrown into my already "cluttered" life. Anyway, he's a pretty cool guy and very intelligent.....actually, too intelligent. He quotes way too many stats, verbatim including drawings to bring home his point. But,he explained to me how these wonderful HMO, Nazis came to exist.
Several years ago, doctors were ordering out way too many tests and the insurance companies were going broke (yeah, right), yada, yada yada. So in turn, the insurance companies had to take back control and put the reigns on these "bad" doctors for.......hmmmm?.....practicing medicine, treating their patients, looking out for their patient's needs, however we want to label this. And, this is why we really don't get the best medical treatment that we should get. Oh, I
forgot about the pharmaceutical companies and THEIR contribution to this mess.
"Just give her a little pill to ease the pain............she'll just go away after that. But, don't advise her about all of the side effects......even the ones we really don't even know about. Just dope her up and she'll shut up." Drug pushers!
I won't go under a knife. To hell with that suggestion. It's just not going to happen. And, not taking drugs either. Cellebrex? For real? Check out the law suits regarding this little wonder drug. I mean, really!
Wine helps with pain. And, I am very good at avoiding the headache pain associated with mass consumption.
For one week I have been trying to get my S&M, contraction devise for home use. Seems simple right? Especially, since the HMO Nazis are willing to pay for: Doctor's Appointments, X-Rays, Physical Therapy, Drug Therapy, a Neurologist, perhaps, even surgery..........but getting this little devise to avoid all of the above formentioned, excluding Physical Therapy has been like pulling fucking teeth!
Seriously! Why is this such an issue? You people (HMO"S) are so in the business of saving money, at our expense, and I am helping you out here. I am working with you. I am not doing the drugs and I have already stood my ground against the surgery thing......so why not reward me with this simple contraction devise. I really don't get the logic in all of this.
Seriously? I think it's revenge of the nerds part 500. Some geek that was so picked on in high school is now sitting behind a desk making criminal amounts of money for denying us common folk the right to medical care, simple medical care, at best.
Control Freak, Nazi, Nerd, Prick. I hope you nor any member of your family is at some HMO's mercy for something that would greatly improve their health and quality of life. I seriously hope you don't have to go through this!
Wake Up!
Ciao, Angie
My neurosurgeon.......yeah, that's right, you heard me......surgeon........somehow the conversation of neck/back surgery has been thrown into my already "cluttered" life. Anyway, he's a pretty cool guy and very intelligent.....actually, too intelligent. He quotes way too many stats, verbatim including drawings to bring home his point. But,he explained to me how these wonderful HMO, Nazis came to exist.
Several years ago, doctors were ordering out way too many tests and the insurance companies were going broke (yeah, right), yada, yada yada. So in turn, the insurance companies had to take back control and put the reigns on these "bad" doctors for.......hmmmm?.....practicing medicine, treating their patients, looking out for their patient's needs, however we want to label this. And, this is why we really don't get the best medical treatment that we should get. Oh, I
forgot about the pharmaceutical companies and THEIR contribution to this mess.
"Just give her a little pill to ease the pain............she'll just go away after that. But, don't advise her about all of the side effects......even the ones we really don't even know about. Just dope her up and she'll shut up." Drug pushers!
I won't go under a knife. To hell with that suggestion. It's just not going to happen. And, not taking drugs either. Cellebrex? For real? Check out the law suits regarding this little wonder drug. I mean, really!
Wine helps with pain. And, I am very good at avoiding the headache pain associated with mass consumption.
For one week I have been trying to get my S&M, contraction devise for home use. Seems simple right? Especially, since the HMO Nazis are willing to pay for: Doctor's Appointments, X-Rays, Physical Therapy, Drug Therapy, a Neurologist, perhaps, even surgery..........but getting this little devise to avoid all of the above formentioned, excluding Physical Therapy has been like pulling fucking teeth!
Seriously! Why is this such an issue? You people (HMO"S) are so in the business of saving money, at our expense, and I am helping you out here. I am working with you. I am not doing the drugs and I have already stood my ground against the surgery thing......so why not reward me with this simple contraction devise. I really don't get the logic in all of this.
Seriously? I think it's revenge of the nerds part 500. Some geek that was so picked on in high school is now sitting behind a desk making criminal amounts of money for denying us common folk the right to medical care, simple medical care, at best.
Control Freak, Nazi, Nerd, Prick. I hope you nor any member of your family is at some HMO's mercy for something that would greatly improve their health and quality of life. I seriously hope you don't have to go through this!
Wake Up!
Ciao, Angie
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