Bad News & My Family Sucks

Okay, my whole family doesn't suck, just certain immediate family members. If you are in fact my mother, father, or step-mother go elsewhere. You're not going to like what you see here. Also a blog about "bad things" in life that I don't like to post on my more cheerful blogs. Topics: estrangement, family estrangement,

Friday, May 15, 2009

Dear Time Warner Cable



Dear Time Warner Cable/Roadrunner,



I have worked with you on your monopoly our relationship during absurd fees for services, and not even being aware of what exactly you are withholding in your lump sum I am paying for. I have gone insane trying to figure out why my computer won't connect to the internet, only to find it it's something going on with TimeWarner cable’s service being down.



I have resigned myself that a special wiring is needed in order to not have wireless computer connections, which work right sporadically at best all over the house. We weathered the storm when we found out that TIME WARNER fraudulently intentionally configured THEIR ROUTER (which we were required to rent) not to reach our whole house (as others were sharing a wireless connection).


However, this last Saturday when you assholes rearranged my channels, and changed them to ones that my programs were no longer available on.....especially Harper's Island. I won’t even rant about mention the Fear.net debacle.



Let's just say, I've been re-evaluating your worth to our relationship and me thus far. Dumb
Asses;
I can get on the computer connection that I already pay for. I can even get it in High Def, if that was a priority to me. I now cannot get certain programs available to me on my computer on your service AT ALL. I'm just saying a simple wire from my computer to large television screen gets me all the same programming. A 17.00 per month fee to Netflix gets me about 40 movies a month, and some of these can go through a box direct to my television making it at least twice the amount of movies!! If I rent from you, I am paying 4.00 for any
decent movie per piece!!


So I am paying 40.00 for online service, 40.00 for digital telephone mail (which apparently can also be worked through my computer instead for much less), 40.00 for box rentals, and 50.00 for cable. You see my dilemma, right? I could be paying 40.00 for online, less than 10.00 for digital telephone through my computer, 0.00 for box rentals, and
nothing for cable.


I am sorry for the abrupt "Dear John" letter, but this just is not working out for me.


Sincerely,


Jane Doe

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Lessons from Other Mothers In My Life


Although I am going to TRY for a humorous blog here, this one is of a more nostalgic nature. These are valuable lessons that I have learned from Other Mothers in my life.

1. Be quick to apologize if you are wrong.
2. Be there in the present, enjoy the moment with the ones that you love.
3. Laugh often and with feeling.
4. Don't let anything or anyone hold you back.
5. Talk, really talk.
6. Do not assume one is sitting in judgement on you. They may be simply interested in your life and interests.
7. It's okay to disagree.
8. Every individual can have their own interests.
9. Have an adventure!
10. There is no such thing as saying I love you too much. (sometimes this may sound more like "you don't call me enough" ET, see it for what it is "I love you and I miss you")
11. Everything is not in your control, sometimes you just need to accept that.
12. The only individual responsible for their actions is that individual.
13. Cherish the friends and family that are truly in your life.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Running Shoes????



Yeah I have been trotting along like an old overweight lady about 3-4 miles or 30 to 45 minutes a day for a little bit now. One of my clients was surprised that I did not have running shoes the other day. Is it so wrong to be wearing these?


Okay, just so you know, I am neither a natural or dumb blonde!!
It's not like I am breaking any speed records or anything.

I am hardly in the market or needing of the best technology in running right now . I am just glad not to be fracturing any bones, and that this old lady is able to do a slow trotting jog for that distance and length of time. My goal is to still be skiing when I am 80.

At the point that I consider a marathon or something, I will take the time to invest in the appropriate equipment, but my slow trot is not far removed from a speed walk right now . Not the time to be looking into camel backs (not camel toe sicko, a camel back is a pack filled with water, dumb ass) et!

The moment my dog starts needing to break into a run beside me, I will go out shopping!!

Sunday, May 03, 2009

You Might Be Twisted If...


This is a PSA for ways to identify whether you are, in fact, off your rocker or not:

1) You put caterpillars in your elementary school teachers shoes.
2) Had races with your childhood friends running around the house naked, as your friends (or you) tried to keep you (or them) out to be caught by the parents?
3) Sometimes eat meals backwards as the mood hits you (dinner, breakfast, lunch).
4) Spent hours thinking of products that could make you a millionaire using dog feces or dog drool.
5) Enjoy blogs posted by people clearly more disturbed than you.
6) You walked away from a high paying and power position to train dogs:)
7) Your idea of a cute man is a chubby Jewish guy with curly hair!
8) All your friends parents worried more about you than their kids when you were in college!
9) You had no interest in driving at age 16, and waited until it was a necessity at age 21.
10) Really enjoyed when your co-workers used to fart into the intercom at work.
11) Are sure of your own identity, and have walked your own path in life.
12) Watch Millionaire Matchmaker for any length of time (or perhaps you are more bored than disturbed, though I don't know)
13) Have a serious obsession with horror movies:)

Friday, May 01, 2009

New Bent to The Blog-31 Days Technically Left

Dear Readers,

I hope you don't mind if I change up my blog to something entirely more interesting AND a much better use of my time. This is going to become my satiric humor writing blog. It seems a more appropriate choice, though by my first goal of burying the donors figuratively, I do have 31 days left.

I know that I have had entirely enough on what either of them would have to say about me. At least one of them keeps their mouth as tightly shut as their wife's pursed disapproving lips . The other continues to show the ways in which they can not only not be trusted not to spread my name all over the place, but telling the truth seems, er, a challenge to them. As well as boundaries, and the understanding that someone they had cheated on in marriage most likely prefers to never hear from them again. I know, hard to figure out why that might be:)

I think I have burnt out on sarcastic things to say about that. However, there is plenty more in life that can be commented on I think, and I hate to bog down other avenues that I have to write with this cappola.

In the meantime, bible thumping Gale or BTG as I will refer to her seems a constant visitor now. Interesting.....

It's Not About You Anymore Folks...

98.149.147.# May 1 2009 1:06:42 am 8 28:15

AND

charter.com ? (Commercial)
IP Address 24.183.184.# (CHARTER COMMUNICATIONS)
ISP CHARTER COMMUNICATIONS
Location Continent : North America
Country : United States (Facts)
State : Massachusetts
City : Worcester
Lat/Long : 42.2647, -71.8089 (Map)

Ah guys aka the donors, you are going to find very little about yourselves here anymore.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Do I Really Look Like The Type To Be Intimidated?


Now folks, I realize there are a lot of wife beating creeps out there. They are unfortunately allowed out of their domestic abodes, and out into my world in public with me. There seems to be an awful lot of them where I live, and I tend to come across them on my beach walks. I am not usually the snotty nor snobby sort that talks about white trash or men that appear to live in the hills with no social contact whatsoever.


Being a former Junior High School student who was picked on by bullies, I am pretty savvy at the outright bully management system. The trick is to be able to tell the bully who will easily piss in his/her pants when confronted from the psychotic deranged jerk that will come to your home and kill you in the middle of the night. What I learned in High School, is the bullies stay away from you when the light weight victim of their meanderings instead waits for her moment to punch them in the face without provocation. Yeah, they didn't tend to come seek me out anymore from Junior High to the time that I graduated from High School.


One of the Junior High bullies was not caught in Junior High. My very first day of High School found the music teacher pulling me off of her as I zeroed in on her. No more problemos after that. Go figure.


In my adult life, I found myself working with cheap labor in the form of ex-jail convicts. I was the controller of a high tech corporation, and I suspect that their CEO had a particular reason besides cheap labor for his sympathies going to ex convicts. Not to mention that the VP did some time in CA for biting his wife!! I didn't realize this when I took the job, of course. The first time I realized this was when the chickenshit CEO had me also take on the Human Resources job to talk to Eddy about a problem. Eddy, as I was later told by a female co-worker, was recently released from jail for duck taping his wife to a chair and beating her. It was at this time that I started to see the downfalls of working for someone else to say the least.


Also, until I found my next job, I realized that I needed to be someone that looked like she would put up quite a good fight in the event of attempted homicide or raping (or both). This is where I learned to get right into the face of someone trying to intimidate me and swear/yell loudly back. As a woman, you will not last long in this kind of environment (not that you will particularly want to either) unless you can hold your own. I got to do the layoffs as well.


I left there as quickly as possible for other jobs that didn't particularly pick from the ex-convict population for their work force:) Still, I found supervisors that tried to intimidate my staff to let an undocumented expense go or embezzlement go. They soon found themselves on the business end of me, and forbidden to speak to my staff ever. At a time where the US workers were being laid off while being forced to train foreign counter parts, it became a very potentially dangerous place to work. I made sure that I always looked like someone not to be messed with, as I also scoped out exits of escape in the large manufacturing building.


So one would think that my idyllic career change would keep out the nasty people. Not always so, because they are allowed out on occasion to our beaches and such. Yesterday's altercation in asking someone to pick up their trash, ended up in threats to me that I better "watch out". His little girl was with him for the love of God. So I said "was that a threat? Do you intend to physically assault me in front of your little girl?" I would have said something more, but I actually did not want to upset the little girl just because her dad is a neanderthal let loose on the unsuspecting public.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Love in It's Widely Recognized form


It's been 18 years since our marriage vows (this year) and 23 years together in total. Blowing away my parents first try of 18 years of wedded hell (19 years or so of being together in total to account for my nine month incubation period). What is freakin hilarious, is both of my "loving" piece of shit parents have always downgraded MY marriage. MY "I didn't need to get married because some sperm landed on my leg and one lodged inside" marriage. Or my "found the first person who could fucking stand me marriage" (though I admit to that being quite a feat for that donor). Or my "second person I ever fucked while married marriage".

MY marriage which has included zero cheating on either's part, is not because we are afraid to die alone. No DUMB ASSES,
****Note inserted here, we would have had children to live in servitude to us. Yes you read that right chilDREN, because you need to account for possible death, the fact that they may hate you for good reason later on--due to the expected servitude---, moving away from you, and they may marry someone you don't like, so one couldn't possibly keep their fucking mouths shut for the one or two days out of the year that time is spent with the grown up egg/sperm combo. The big mistake my donors made was not making a few models to ensure that one would end up a whining, sniveling, back boneless creature. Instead, lucky them, they got me with a working brain and ingrained self esteem.
and the owners of the sperm and egg that spawned me have ever felt the feeling in it's true and widely recognized form, it's actually because we love each other...and not for one moment faltered. I realize this jealousy stems from not being able to duplicate this, and living in your own personal hell and all (karma really sucks doesn't it?). It's certainly not my fault however, I arranged neither marriages or the sad tragic little lives that live within them. Nor any health problems that anyone may have developed, though their postings try to blame me for it (since the suicide note didn't work). If I had powers that worked like that, I would strike one mute and fingerless (and toe less in case they had the fortitude to come back from that, which is extremely doubtful as exercise is a four letter word to, well, either one of them)

Neither of your mates (currently) are who I would have picked either. See you stupid pieces of narcissistic shit, this is called an individual making their well defined choice. Blame whoever you want for your miserable meaningless lives, we've just come back from the beach in our miserable lives LOLOL. I've gone jogging, he's watched a little Red Sox, and the earth hasn't collapsed in on us as it would for either of my donors. Imagine the ruckus that would ensue by a spouse making the smallest "mistake" in their houses!! In one a glass being broken or spilled milk, would be cause for much drama. In another, imagine that a sporting event would want to be watched in that very house LOLOLOL. It would be too much. The sonic boom would be heard around the world, cause it's not what they likely.

What is really sick on my egg donor's part is the criticism of my marriage because I have been married so long. Like until death or something, no shit that vow meant something. And not because I said a vow, but because I actually carefully considered who my partner would be. It wasn't just someone who leaked on my leg one night while I was in a drunken stupor. Imagine how a little bit of contemplation might make a marriage that will work, if you will. Now imagine what Ms Egg Donor might say if I wasn't married at all LOLOL. For Christ sake, would she fucking shut up already with her assumptions and negative criticisms and God awful whining. The she says "she never sees the good in what I say." Lady I don't need you to see what little good you have said about me, which is like 1% of your totally out there rantings to an audience that is too stoopid to see you for what you are. They are picked well, props to that.

Other people see me and know me. I don't need to put up with negative BS from either of , saying that my unhappy childhood is BS. Oh I guess that's why I didn't get out of bed even to shower for three years, that was my happiness at my childhood peeking through. Or how I started having dinner in my room only to keep out of your mother fucking fights that were the norm at dinner. Yeah, great childhood. Or finding one donor at home talking to men about how they were fucking person Y, that was great as well. Sometimes children tell their parents that they were good parents out of a sense of politeness, as the alternate version that one was a rotten egg sucking parent from hell that one would never wish on another human being, doesn't go over so well on those holiday occasions.

Though when gram told Ms Egg Donor that only whores wore red nail polish (which I agree is wrong, but it was Gram so it was freakin hilarious), and Ms Egg Donor went ballistic, I totally missed the joke, as I didn't know that Ms Donor was personally collecting other donor sperm. The thing is E donor convinced me everything she was doing was cool because S Donor was such an ass, but then later it occurred to me that things could have been handled just so much better and ethically. But narcissistic sociopath;s don't care as long as it fits in with their happiness. Hey let someone else tell me what was going on, and also notify me on the next marriage.

Ah yes, the proof is that Ms E Donor went to therapy and so she could not be a narcissistic sociopath. Um, I can't think of anything that would make Ms E Donor quite as excited as talking to someone about herself for hours and hours. Course Ms E Donor would have to pay someone eventually, because who the fuck can take that. Who cares? They both totally chose your estrangement. They both totally could not make a compromise of any sort, and broke whatever promises you made. A least one is a sick pathological liar, who deserves everything that is coming and more.
Heaven forbid one would express anger to either of my chickenshit parents, by the way. Certainly in person, it can't be taken after doing and saying inappropriate things in public or private. One is supposed to say "thank you, can I have another?" However, I am not being hazed in a friggin sorority here or in any club that would have the those two for members.
This has been a message from your sponsor: JUST SAY NO TO DUMB ASSED PIECES OF SHIT.
And if you are trying to mend an estrangement, this would be a really bad way to do it . However, if you are welding the little fucker shut, it is an absolutely inspired way of doing it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Lyrics -Alanis Hand in My Pocket


I have been amazingly bad in actually listening to words to songs. So I have been doing this exercise in trying to duplicate the lyrics that I am hearing. Later on, I will go back and see what words that I may have missed. These are all songs that relate to me and my (sorry for those of you aggrieved by your estrangements) wonderful estrangements. I love my estrangements. I kiss my screen for finally making such good decisions years ago. I really could give a flying fart about what people who don't even know me think about it LOL.

I would tell the bible thumpers, the college people that took a psych course, to play this sound track when they take a suggest long walk off a short pier!! And while you are at it, ask yourself why do all my friends exist only on the internet? LOLOL. Or maybe why none of your three marriages lasted? Or pehaps if your estrangers made some stellar decisions in their lives as I did?!

I'm broke but I'm happy

I'm poor but I'm kind

I'm short but I'm healthy yeah

I'm high but I'm grounded

I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed

I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby


And what it all comes down to

Is that everything is going to be fine fine fine

Because I have one hand in my pocket

And the other one is giving a high five


I feel drunk but I am sober

I'm young but I'm underpaid


I'm tired but I'm working

I care but I'm restless

I'm here but I'm really gone

I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby

And what it all comes down to

Is that everything is going to be quite alright

Because I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one's flicking a cigarette


What it all comes down to

Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet

Because I have one hand in my pocket and the other one is giving a peace sign



I'm free but I am focused

I'm green but I'm wise

I'm hard but I'm friendly

I'm sad but I'm laughing

I'm brave but I'm chickenshit

I'm sick but I'm pretty baby


And what it all boils down to

Is that noones really got it figured out just yet

But I've got one hand in my pocket

And the other ones playing a piano


What it all comes down to my friends

Is that everything is just fine fine fine

Because I got one hand in my pocket

And the other one is hailing a taxi cab

Monday, April 27, 2009

I Have Found THE SECRET To Loosing Weight


Wait for it.


Truly an amazing discovery on my part, and let me just say, four pounds per week apparently.



I am going to be fabulously rich.


Wealthy, and thin beyond all belief


Wait for it...........


Giantuan toilet blogging turds.


Yes, you heard me, if you can produce on a daily base the most vile and seamonster of turds, which can be proofed by their toilet clogging abilities, you too can loose the pounds.


To find out how, mail me a 100.00 check, and I will share with you the secret of the turd!!!

Regardless of the Attempted Explanation...


So did you or I miss an apology there, or explanation as to why she needed to elevate herself by debasing her daughter.


Oh, and why was a drinking problem that is non-existent mentioned as well as a medical problem being the reason for our estrangement.


Publicly she wishes to exonerate herself, but privately let me let you in on a little secret. The shellac put over a rotten piece of wood does not make it worth any more.
Anyhow, between that and the lies about name calling in e-mails, it's a poor way to try and extend an olive branch, and just about as believable as the sky being a putrid green.
I am not dissappointed in my anger causing her not to have direct contact with me (that and the shame and guilt she must feel at being such a liar and excuse maker and shellacing over her rotteness). That is by design. It's not the anger that scares her, it's the truth. The truth that ain't all that pretty nevermind how you wrap it or stick a bow on it.
On my blog, I would like to tell Ginny where she can stick something. Big old fake.
Oh, and lest we forget the sharing of my name with her sick little gremlin friends. God help their (the gemlins or BOL club as I like to call them) children if they ever decide, er make the mistake, of reconnecting. Run far, run fast.

Nickelback-This is How You Remind Me Lyrics


Never made it as a wise man

couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing

Tired of living like a blind man

I'm sick of signing without a sense of feeling

and this is how you remind me

this is how you remind me of what I really am

this is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you

S-sorry

I was waiting on a different story

This time out

Mistaking for having you a heart worth breaking


I've been wrong
I've been to the bottom of every bottle

Despite the words in my head

Scream ARE WE HAVING FUN YET

YET YET YET

NO NO

YET YET YET

NO NO



I'ts not like you didn't know that

I said I love you and I swear I still do

It must have been so bad

Because living with him must have damn near killed you

And this is how you remind me of what I really am

This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you

S-S-ORRY

I was waiting on a different story

This time out

Mistaking for you having a heart worth breaking

And I've been wrong

I've been down to the bottom of every bottle

Despite words in my head

Scream ARE WE HAVING FUN YET

YET YET YET

NO NO

YET YET YET

NO NO

YET YET YET

NO NO

YET YET YET

NO NOOOOO

Never made it as a wise man

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing

And this is how you remind me

This is how you remind

This is how you remind me of what I really am

This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you

S-sorry

I was waiting ON a different story

This time out mistaking

On you having a heart worth breaking


And I've been wrong

I've been down to the bottom of every bottle

Despite words in my head

Screaming ARE WE HAVING FUN YET


YET YET YET
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET
YET YET YET
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET
YET YET YET
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET
YET YET YET
NO NO NOOOOO

Kershaw Lyrics


My totally favorite eighties song when I was in High School. Nick Kershaw's Wouldn't It Be Good. Let's see if I get these right!!



I got it bad

You don't know how bad I got it

You got it easy

You don't know when you've got it good

It's getting harder just keeping life and soul together

I am sick of fighting even when I know I should

The cold is biting through each and every nerve and fiber

My broken spirit is frozen to the core

I don't wanna be here no more


Chorus 1:

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes

Even if it was for just one day

Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away

Wouldn't it be good to be on your side

The grass is always greener over there

Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care

You must be joking, you don't know a thing about it

You got no problem,

I'd stay right there if I were you

I got it harder

You couldn't dream how hard I gotta it

Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you

The heat is stifling

Burning me up from me inside

The sweat is coming from each and every pour

Chorus 2:

I don't wanna be here no more

I don't wanna be here no more

I don't wanna be here no more


Chorus 1:

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes

Even if it was for just one day

Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away

Wouldn't it be good to be on your side

The grass is always greener over there

Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care


I gotta bad
You don't know how bad I got it
You got it easy you don't know when you got it good
I'm sick of fighting even when I know I should

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Ode To Grampa


About two weeks ago, I had occaision to be thinking of my grandfather. My grandfather was an engineer and a "man's man". The ramp to the attic in his little ranch was as well thought out and overly intricate as my Mercedes coffee cup holder. He rigged a bird feeder so all he had to do was crack the kitchen window to load, fill, and deliver. This was not done because he was lazy, au contraire. His CB antena would rival a radio signal tower. It was made of bits and pieces, spare parts, and how it remained upright is the mystery of his engineering mind!! It could have taken out three rows of neighbor houses!!


Alright so what had me thinking of my grandfather? Well two weeks ago I accidentally slammed my hand down on a sharp metal piece while helping out with our home projects. I saw things come out of the rip in my hand that a person should not see unsedated! There were fat cells, some streamers of white, and lets not forget the blood. Blood that seeped into my whole sweater sleeve as I held my arm up racing to the bathroom! You would have to be a horror fan to understand my sudden fascination with the amount of blood coming out.


Luckily my husband was home with me, as I would hate for anyone to come home to the bloody handprints and small pools of blood that followed in my wake. It looked like I put up quite a struggle.


Oh, I contemplated going to the hospital, but once the blood stopped and I realized how friggin painful it was... Stitches are't so bad, it's the poking prodding, and the damn needle that would probably make me punch the nice nurse out. My grandfather, on the other hand, once had an operation on his arm where he INSISTED on staying awake. This was no mole removal, mind you, this is where they cut his arm open looking for something. Being the over the top engineer he was, he wanted to look at what made everything tick!!


I felt a little like him, as I was examing the gaping rip in my hand. It was just the fatty part of my palm, so don't worry readers no harm done except to my poor flesh. Luckily, having had an injured dog or two dumped off here, I am much less likely to get all woosey at flesh wounds, though I admit to having a moment when the blood started. Bet I have never run so fast in my life LOL.