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Hello 2021, How Are Ya?

1/1/2021

First off, Hey y'all. I'm back! Again. Yeah, I know. I say this entirely too much, but whatever. Latest pic of me taken at midnight right after I opened the patio door, stepped out onto the deck and screamed JUMANJI!! as loud as I could.

That may not have been in my best interests because two hours later, I heard a scraping sound, and I thought it was one of the dogs scratching at her crate here in the living room (we crate them at night) and I told her to chill and went to bed. I've worked quite a few hours this past week so I was fairly tuckered out.

In retrospect, I *probably* should have looked outside again because...at 10 this morning, my husband comes running into the bedroom going 'wake up, wake up!' all in a panic.Usually, his panic is something mundane like 'can't figure out how to turn the cable box on' or 'why is my laptop trying to force me to do an update' so I didn't think much of it, until I came into the living room and looked out at where he was pointing...

Yup. That's a pine tree. On my deck. On my fence. On the ground. Basically everywhere except where it's supposed to be, which is UPRIGHT AND ERECT. Luckily, depending on how you look at it I suppose, the only thing it took out was our fence, as had it fallen in any other direction I'd be typing this with a tree in my lap or the neighbors would be. .

Hopefully our homeowner's insurance will cover the cost of the fence repair (the same fence we had installed last year to keep the pups from jumping it),and hopefully the tree removal.

That's the year so far...yeah.

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6/15/2020

Just An Opinion, Don't Come At Me With the Pitchforks Just Yet

12/13/2017

Hmm…in the wake of the news that *gasp* a Democrat has beaten a Republican for an open Senate seat in Alabama, has brought out the holy-roller, pearl clutching, shrieks of ‘baby killer’ out into the open (again). Which of course, leads up to ‘well those who voted for him just have no moral integrity’.

In this case, it doesn’t appear that the issue is the fact that Doug Jones is a Democrat; oh no, it’s that he evidently supports ‘Planned Parenthood’. You know “BaybeeKillerzRUs” or some such.

So, in this era of ‘Fake News’, let us peruse some facts shall we?

Think of a pie.

A whole pie contains 100 percent yummy pie like goodness yes?

Approximately 80 Percent of that pie (PP Services) are for services to PREVENT unintended pregnancies. This would consist of things such as condoms, birth control pills and education. To PREVENT pregnancy. There’s that keyword…prevention.

So, now we’ve got 20 percent of our pie left yes?

Now, PP also provides health screenings for things such as Cancer, STDs as well as prenatal care and ADOPTION REFERRAL. These services comprise about 17 percent of our pie. Leaving about…3 percent.

Do you know what three percent of a pie looks like?

Not very much.

Think about that number though. Three percent. That is about how much of PP’s budget goes to ‘abortion services’.

Did you know that abortions can also be performed in a hospital? Better stop going to hospitals then because *gasp* baby killers!

Do you know what a miscarriage before the 20th week is called?

Spontaneous abortion. (there’s that word again). If you’re against it, you better start ostracizing any woman who has ever had a miscarriage because HER BODY, THROUGH NO FAULT OF HER OWN, aborted the pregnancy.

Another fact:

NO Federal funds are used for abortion services through PP. They can not be billed through Medicare or Medicaid.

MEN also use the services of Planned Parenthood. MEN. Last time I checked, men didn’t have the ability to get pregnant so…take from that what you will.

Here’s the thing: if you’re against abortion, that’s fine. It’s not my cup of tea either. No one is holding a gun to your head and saying you have to have one, or perform one. If your religious preferences prevent you from supporting the legal right to have safe access to such however, then become a champion for others to have access to the services that will PREVENT an abortion from becoming a reality, such as access to safe, reliable contraceptive methods and education. (it should be noted that I’m not including abstinence because it’s been proven that it does not work. It’s a good theory, but...it’s not entirely realistic.)

Now that we’ve cleared that up, please realize that politics are not a ‘one issue’ thing. If you’re basing your votes upon one issue and one issue alone because you can’t (or won’t as is usually the case) see the ‘bigger picture’, you will continually wind up disappointed.

Vague Movie Descriptions courtesy of my kid

11/29/2017

Starting last week, my son started giving me what we're now referring to as 'Will's Vague Movie Descriptions'.

The premise of course is quite simple. He wants to watch a movie, but can never remember the title, so I ask him to describe it so I can try to figure it out. Play along at home folks, this is great fun! (assuming by 'fun' you mean 'makes you want to bang your head against a brick wall...repeatedly')

Movie #1-

"Two people dating. And a dress. There might also be a dog in it, I don't remember."

This one took me fifteen minutes to figure out, because do you have any idea exactly how many movies contain two people dating, a dress and may or may not contain a dog? Yeah. Needless to say, I wasn't getting it, and Will was getting aggravated because I couldn't figure it out. Finally in desperation, as I'm digging through our trunk of DVD's yank out 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'. I'm obviously thinking there's no way this is the movie.

It was.

Let's check out the elements shall we?

Two people dating? Check.
A dress? Well, yes, several characters do indeed wear dresses.

A dog? Check. There is a scene with dogs.

Meltdown averted.

This week, it was 'That one with the crab in it, and the crab gets crushed. I haven't seen that one in a while'.

I can hear (ha ha) your heads exploding trying to figure it out. However, in this case, I actually knew immediately what movie he wanted to watch.

Give up? Here's a hint: So long and thanks for all the fish.

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

I'm almost starting to dread what vague description he'll come up with later that I'll have to rack my brain to figure out. I mean, surely he could ask me something like 'Name Elizabeth Taylor's husbands. In order.'

I could do THAT easy-peasy. But nothing's ever simple right?

I said IRON, not IRONY, Silly Universe!

11/29/2017

But the universe once again misunderstood my intent. Go figure.

On Monday, we went to the County Clerk's office here to register the truck in my name. This was the FOURTH time we'd been there to try and do this. We FINALLY got it done, and all was well with the world. On our way back, we're driving down the highway and this blue Dodge Ram (keep that name in mind because it becomes important in a moment) pulls out and nearly hits us because they've got trashed heaped up on their 'Sorry About Your Penis-mobile of Death'. Thankfully they didn't hit us, and we're about a mile from home. We start going up the hill and we lose them a little bit (their stupid Ram is no match for my Chevy Colorado ha ha). Anyway, about 1/10th of a mile from our driveway, my husband puts on the blinker because like me he's thinking this idiot is going to try and pass us once they come down the hill. 1/10th of a mile is 528 feet by the way, which is well within the legal length of time required to put on a signal to show the intent to turn.

We start to turn into the driveway, and....

BANG!

The stupid little tweaker bitch rear ends us. She starts saying that my husband slammed on his brakes, but we can prove he didn't. I call 911 and we wait. There's not much damage to the truck thankfully:

Just major annoyance. Turns out the little bitch didn't even have insurance. Figures right? So she did get a few citations in addition to the no insurance thing. Now I'm just waiting to hear back from OUR insurance company about getting the bumper replaced. Hopefully that won't take too long.

Halloweenie Shenanigans

10/30/2017

In just a few short minutes, my favorite holiday will be upon us. Halloween!

This also means that October will soon be over and with it, hopefully the end of the estate/probate bullshit. It has come to my attention, although I suspected it all along, that the things I say here do get to other parties; parties who really have no need to know the information here as I've already banned them from my Facebook author page with good reason.

But enough of that.

Not only is Halloween my favorite holiday, it also happens to be my husband's birthday! (He'll be 52....shhh...) I ordered him a cake last week and picked it up on Saturday:

While standing in line, I made an observation about the aforementioned cake. Can you guess what it may have been based on the picture of it?

Yeah, next year, remind me if I order a cake to have them do the balloons in a different color or at least the strings in a thinner piping, or better yet...PLASTIC balloons. My poor hubby now has a cake that looks like Rose Boobs...and sperm. Someone said 'hey it's a throwback picture to before he was born!' which just put a lot of images in my head I could have lived very happily without having.

Welcome October!

10/12/2017

We survived the Hell Month of September amazingly. Now we're heading into the three month span of Hallowthanksmas. This season should be easier since there will only be the three of us as we've disowned the rest of the family. (see previous entries)

I've already started putting up the Halloween decor and have a witchy sign on my door that says 'Witches Welcome'. The sign on our bedroom door reads 'The Witch is In'. That one typically stays up year round though.

I'm trying to get the munchkin to dress up for Halloween, but no dice so far. He's only dressed up twice in 7 years. He was a 'biker baby' for his first Halloween and then 3 years ago he was Woody from Toy Story.

Halloween is also my husband, Robert's, birthday. When I first met him I made him show me his driver's license because I didn't believe him when he told me he was 42 (I was 31 and thought he was only about 3 or 4 years older then me). So I look at it, first note that he only lived at the time about 4 miles from my mom's house and then secondly at his birthdate.

"You're a Halloweenie baby? You are now my new best friend!"

So Halloween, has always had a special meaning for us, other than the typical stuff. I definitely won't complain, and little did I know then when I first uttered those words 'you are now my new best friend', how true they would end up becoming.

You Can't Spell September Without Fuckery

9/29/2017

After the whole trust fund/inheritance/courtroom debacle Tuesday, I figured this bullshit was over. Boy, was I ever wrong. Now comes the plot twist!

On Tuesday, I also discovered that the school district did not receive my son's paperwork stating our intent to homeschool. That was news to me, since I mailed it out back in August, but okay, this shouldn't be a big deal, I just have to go get a new copy of his immunizations from his doctor, and I'll hand deliver the paperwork to the school system myself. This is also what I said IN COURT after finding out the school system never got it. And supposedly that was fine.

Obviously someone ELSE (gee, I wonder who) decided that was NOT fine, and that myself and my husband objecting strongly to her appointment as trustee over MY SON'S inheritance, needed to be put in our places. Because obviously, we're supposed to you know, roll over, beg, heel, etc.

News flash: the last time I checked, I was not of the canine persuasion.

Thursday afternoon, I go out to feed the dog and there's a car in my driveway. I had a bad feeling about this, and I was soon to be proven correct.

Who was it you asked?

Try the Tennessee Department of Children's Services.

Oh yes. The first thing they mentioned was the missing homeschool paperwork. I explained what had happened and how it was being remedied. So the homeschooling issue IS a NON ISSUE. But as they say in the informercials, "But wait! There's more!"

Someone, (and yes, we know the parties involved who are behind this), took it upon themselves to call DCS not only because of the homeschooling but because they suspected that my husband and I were on drugs!

Why? Because we have bad teeth. My issue was inherited from BOTH sides of my family, my teeth are horrible. Right after my son was born, they started chipping and breaking off. Sadly, this will admittedly give me the appearance of having 'meth mouth'. My husband's issue is similar, his teeth have fallen out due to overcrowding and his parents refusing to follow his dentist's suggestion to get braces when he was a teenager. My son will have his father's teeth and will need braces in the future in order to prevent the same from happening to HIM when HE turns 50.

A urine drug screen from both of us quickly showed that we are not using ANY substances. We never have. For your edification, here is a list of medications I am currently taking as prescribed by my physician:

Losartan Potassium: 100mg a day for high blood pressure (and guess what kids? Thanks to all this bullshit, it ain't working anymore because my blood pressure has consistently in the upper 160s and above since JULY)
Coreg: 12.5mg 2x a day to help try and reverse the HEART DAMAGE I SUSTAINED AS A RESULT OF UNTREATED BLOOD PRESSURE. (caps intentional)
Pravastatin: 40mg a day for high cholesterol
Flexeril: 10mg 2 a day as I suffer from chronic pain issues with my back and arthritis.
Metformin: 500mg 2x a day BECAUSE I AM DIABETIC

I also take Tylenol and Advil as needed.

The third thing was that we have a deadbolt on our front and back entry doors into our house. That's funny as I was pretty sure deadbolts on such are fairly, oh I don't know, COMMON. However, the 'reporter' said that the deadbolt was on my son's BEDROOM door. A quick look at the doors of the all bedrooms in the house proved that to be false. Our master bedroom where my husband and I sleep, has a turn lock. My son's bedroom door only has a doorknob, no lock. The keys to the entry doors to the house itself are unlocked by a key, my son knows where the key is and how to unlock the door should the need arise in an emergency.

Because only 4 people besides myself and my husband were privy to the factually inaccurate Guardian Ad Litem report which was used to 'anonymously report' to DCS, and being able to eliminate one of those persons off the top, that leaves 3 people. Two attorneys and an individual who can hide behind them in order to try and get what she wants. I've already reported one attorney to the TN Board of Professional Responsibility. I have also already consulted with an attorney to handle the false allegations to TNDCS.

It's should be noted that knowingly filing or encouraging someone to file a false report to TNDCS is a Class E Felony, punishable by up to 3 years imprisonment.

Even though I am somewhat reclusive, I am in fact considered to be a public figure, my following may be small, but false allegations of child endangerment and drug use are libelous, slanderous, and defamatory, not only to myself and my public reputation, but to my family.

And how has YOUR week been?

Actions Have Consequences

9/26/2017

That seems to be something some folks don't understand. That will be changing. You see, today I was made out to be a greedy, unintelligent, liar. None of the above is true however. The person I was talking about in the previous posting has now been named the trustee over MY son's inheritance.

The letter I sent to the attorney handling the probate (which is in a different county btw) was submitted and the 'Administrator' said that it was 'made up'.

Riiiight.

Because I'm not a complete idiot, despite what she may think, I'm obviously not going to write something that I know full well could be submitted in court and LIE about it. Hello, perjury isn't on my list of things to do...EVER. Nor would I 'steal' from my own child. This was actually said that the reason they didn't think my husband and I should have control over OUR son's money is that we would have access to it for ourselves! I. Don't. Think. So.

Know this: Actions have consequences. And by this person's choosing to not to the correct and proper thing, the consequences are this:

Do not speak to me, do not come near me, my husband, OR my child. Stay away from us. End of story.

Excommunicado.

The One Involving a Whole Lot of Fuckery

9/25/2017

Lots of fuckery abound as of late. I'm not going to really elaborate much, but I will say this, you fuck with my kid, you fuck with my family, I don't give a fuck if you're family or not, FUCK YOU, it ends TODAY.

My son's inheritance from his grandmother, and the fact that we homeschool, the fact that I am a writer, the fact that I am mostly deaf have absolutely NOTHING to do with the aforementioned inheritance. NOTHING.

If someone doesn't like those facts, too bad. Fucking deal with it. But don't you DARE try and make my child think you want to take him away from his father and me because you feel the need to exert some sort of perverted sense of control. I've spent most of my life tap dancing for you and the rest of the family and never measuring up. I'll be DAMNED if my son is going to do the same.