A Rant on a Complaint of Schools/Parents

The following is my response to someone blaming parents for school shooters and blaming schools for not teaching 'morals and common sense'.


You can be the absolute best parents in the world and your kid can still do something like this. You can't blame the parents entirely. Bullied children, who can come from wonderful, loving homes, are just as likely to do something like that as any other children. Oftentimes it's the bullies that cause the kids to go to these lengths. The best thing we, as parents, can do as far as that is fight our schools to crack down on bullying. Schools are too worried about bad publicity and it getting in the news to do anything to stop bullies. They are afraid to punish the kids responsible because they don't want the parents retaliation, but by not punishing the bullies, they risk the bullied child taking matters into their own hands.
Schools are in a 'catch-22' in that, which is unfair but it makes it hard to punish bullies, especially when there's little-to-no proof of who the bully actually is.
And all these idiot people throwing fits about stuff like saying the Lord's prayer before sporting events and at pep rallies is making them unable to teach morals and values in the classrooms because that's too close to religious views, and that whole 'separation of church and state' thing and all those people fighting to take God out of schools (by practically making Him a swear word, it feels) would have a giant fit if their kid came home and said 'today I learned ". Those people would be all over the schools and government offices and even the dang news.
Frankly it's not the school's place to teach that, however, it's the parents. The best we can do as our generation is teach our kids right from wrong and all the morals and values they need for life, and pray we didn't mess up. You can't force them to be who you want them to, but you can guide them in the right direction.

And you can't blame the masses for the actions of a few. Just because this one child's parents were inattentive or abusive or otherwise wronged the child in some way and then the child shot someone, doesn't mean that all parents of shooters are like that.

A 17 year old kid is smart enough to know shooting someone is bad. You can't blame the parents for the actions of an adult (or nearly adult) mind.

Oh I'm not saying that there aren't some parents to blame, just that, again, you can't blame the masses for the actions of a few.
I mean, I can raise my daughter with all good morals and values that she needs in this world, but if she gets beat up at school every day and I complain to the school and they do nothing, so she takes matters matters into het own hands and shoots the bully, I don't deserve to be punished for her decision. She knew it was wrong and did it anyway.

Like, if I walk up and shoot someone in the face, do you want me to be punished, or my parents for how they raised me? Because, I made the decision to shoot the person, not my mom.

You can't even truly blame abusive parents for a person's actions. I was abused as a child, but I made the conscious decision NOT to be that way. There are many examples of abused and molested kids who grow up to be wonderful, loving people.
It's a combination of several factors, not just upbringing, but history of mental instability, bullying, abuse, and even peer pressure, that causes people to act the way they do. And most of these kids that shoot other kids as well as kids that commit suicide have a history of mental instability or have some mental disorder.
Mental disorders being a genetic condition, regardless of the parents treatment of the child, I don't see that as the parents fault.
If a kid is bullied every day at school, comes home to a loving family, and still kills themselves, who's to blame there? The school for not stopping the bullying, the bullies for the results of their bullying, sure. But the parents did everything they could for that child. I don't see them to blame here, either.
I think it'd be a sign to bullies to start punishing them with involuntary manslaughter or something similar in these cases. Maybe if bullying had serious punishments, kids would back off. Cuz apparently, bullying victims shooting their bullies isn't enough of a punishment to them.

Well, like I said before, the only way we can change anything is to actively take a role in our kids lives. Teach our sons and daughters right from wrong, and all the morals and values they need, and encourage our friends to do the same.
Parents aren't taking active roles in their children's lives anymore. But it's up to our generation to change it, to do better with our kids than our parents did with us.

It's only way we can change the world.

Long-Distance Relationships

I see people complaining about how horrible it is to live apart from their significant other for so long, and it kinda bothers me. I mean, me and Chance were apart damn near our entire relationship. We got together in high school, in Feburary of 04. So we were together then, but only in school. Then he got grounded that summer and we didn't see each other for a month (almost didn't get to talk to each other). Then he was away the following school year, going to school in Corsicana, and we saw each other on weekends, but only if his parents let him, so we didn't see each other often. Then, my first semester at college I was at Sam and he was at Corsicana, which put us farther apart, and the situation with his parents was still the same. I was kind of miserable, so i transferred schools and we spent a semester together. The next semester he was working in the oilfield or something (I forget), then he went to Mississippi at some point.I'm getting my timeline a bit crossed or something, but the point is we spent a lot of time apart. Almost the whole time he was in Miss. we were apart. When I finished Navarro and went to Sam, he went to Killeen and we were apart AGAIN. The beginning of 07 (after having a fight, nearly splitting up, getting pregnant, and having an affair) we ended up together in May-ish, cuz we spent the summer together, and we were together through the birth of Shayla, and Chance got his job at Wal-Mart, and the following summer I moved down to the Woodlands to get a job (which I did), and then we spent 16 months apart because I was working down there and he was working up here because we needed the money. When I finally got to move up here, in the beginning of 2011, I was working a new job, almost 40 hours a week, and we spent almost no time together, despite living together. We didn't really get to spend time together until I quit my job in August, which was both a good and bad thing.  We still need the money, but i'm really valuing the time together that we are finally getting. I just want to be like, "you people don't know what it's like to not be with your man constantly, lol. To not be with him every day. Its horrible. It sucks so bad. We spent nearly 6 months apart when he was in Mississippi. That was miserable in itself.

But the good side to all this just proves long-distance relationships can work out. Just push through it, talk out your problems, and you'll make it. Have faith and trust in each other. You'll make it.

Things I Will Not Do at Hogwarts

Things I am not allowed to do at Hogwarts

I have compiled a list of all the rules students are to follow while at Hogwarts. (Note: this is a joke, and should not be taken seriously by any students currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, although some should be followed anyway.)

The giant squid is not an appropriate date for the yule ball.

Starting a betting pool in the fate of this years Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is tasteless and tacky, not a clever money-making concept.

Seamus Finnigan is not after me lucky charms.

I am allowed to have a toad, rat, cat or owl. I am not allowed to have a reticulated python, snow leopard, Tasmanian devil, or piranha.

42 is not the question to everything on the OWLs.

I am not to owl copies of the evil overlord to suspected Death Eaters.

I will not take out life insurance policy on Harry Potter.

Professor Flitwick‘s first name is not Yoda.

I am not the Defense Against the Boring Classes professor.

When fighting death eaters in the annual June battle of Good vs. Evil I will not lift my wand skywards an shout "There can only be ONE!!“

I will not say the Phrase "Dude, get a life.“ To lord Voldemort.

I will not put books of muggle fairy tales in the History section of the library.

There is not now, nor has there ever been a fifth house at Hogwarts. And I am not a member of that house nor am I its founder.

I will not make any jokes about Remus Lupin and his "Time of the month“.

I will not Refer to the Accio charm as "the force“.

I will not use Slytherin and Gryffindor first years as Christmas decorations .

Calling the Ghostbusters is a cruel joke to play on the resident ghosts and poltergeists.

I am not to use silencing charms on my professors.

I will not claim my X-files tapes are "Auror training videos“.

I will under no circumstances say to Harry "Who died and made you boss?“

When being interrogated by a member of staff, I am not to wave my hand and announce "These are not the droids you are looking for“.

I am not authorized to negotiate a peace treaty with lord Voldemort.

I will not follow potions instructions in reverse order just to see what happens.

I am not allowed to introduce Peeves to paint balling.

I will not lock the Slytherins and the Gryffindors in a room together and take bets which house will come out alive.

I will not give Hagrid Pokémon cards and convince him that they are real animals.

Sticking the golden snitch down Draco Malfoy‘s pants is not funny, even though it makes him scream like a little girl.

I will not teach the house elves to impersonate Jar Jar Binks.

I will not tell first years that they should build a tree house in the Womping Willow.

Bringing fortune cookies to Divination class does not count for extra credit.

I will not attempt to magically animate my marshmallow peeps.

I will never ask Harry if his scar senses are tingling.

Voldemort is not Ganandorf and the Triforce is not hidden at Hogwarts.

I will not sing the entire multiplication rock series during my Arithmancy exams.

I am not allowed to make light saber sounds with my wand.

I will not dress up as Voldemort for Halloween.

I will not wear my DEATH EATER AND PROUD OF IT! shirt to school.

It is not necessary for me to yell "BAMF!!“ every time I apparate.

I will not steal the Gryffindor‘s sword from Dumbledore‘s office and use it to patrol the hallways.

I am not allowed to sing my own personal spy music while wandering the hallways.

Its a bad idea to tell Professor Snape he takes him self to seriously.

"To conquer the earth with an army of flying monkeys“ is not an appropriate career choice.

I will not sing "We‘re off to see the Wizard“ when i am sent to the headmasters office.

I will not hold my wand in the air before casting spells and shout "I have the power!“.

If asked in class what the Avada Kedavra curse does, yelling "It does DEATH!!!“ may be correct but is not the manner in which one should answer.

I will not yell "Believe it...or not!“ after any of Dumbledore‘s speeches.

I will not tell the first years that Professor Snape is the voice of God.

I will not tell Sir Cadogan that the knights that say Ni have challenged him to a duel and then have students yell "Ni“ from various Directions.

I will not bring a magic eight ball to Divination class.

Albus Dumbeldore‘s proper title is "Headmaster“ not "my liege“.

I am not allowed to declare an official hug a Slytherin day.

If a classmate falls asleep I'm not to take advantage of that fact and draw a Dark Mark on their arm.

It is generally accepted that cats and dragons cannot interbreed and i should not attempt to disprove this theory, no matter how wicked the result would be.

I am not allowed to refer to Susan Bones, Hanna Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley as Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

I will stop referring to showering as "Giving Moaning Myrtle an eyeful“.

I will not sing the Badger song during the Hufflepuff-Slytherin Quidditch matches.

No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during care of magical creatures class.

Asking "How do you keep a Gryffindor in suspense?“ and walking away is only funny the first time.

"OMGWTF!“ is not a spell.

If a thought of a spell makes me giggle for longer than 15 seconds, I am to assume I am not allowed to do it.

It is not necessary for me to yell "BURN!“ every time Snape takes points away from Gryffindor.

When death eaters are attacking Hogsmeade, i shall not point at the Dark Mark and shout, "To the bat mobile Robin!“

I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their house colors indicate that they are "Covered in bees“.

Growing Marijuana or hallucinogenic mushrooms is not an extra credit project for Herbology.

"I‘v heard every possible joke about Oliver wood‘s name“ is not a challenge.

I will not use Umbridge‘s quill to write "I told you i was hardcore.“

House elves are not acceptable replacements for bludgers.

I will not refer to the Weasley twins as "Bookends“.

I will not refer to the Patil twins as "Bookends“.

I will not provide Luna Lovegood with coast-to-coast AM transcripts.

Tricking a school house elf in to stripping does not mean that they are mine now, even if I yell "PWNED!“

I am not a tribble animagus.

Remus Lupin does not want a flea collar.

I will not lick Trevor.

I will stop asking the Arithmancy teacher what the square root of -1 is.

Any resemblance between Dementors and Nazgul is coincidental.

There is no such thing as an invisibility thong.

Professor Flitwick does not wish to be addressed as "Admiral Naismith“.

Its a bad idea to tell professor MacGonagall she takes herself too seriously.

I will stop asking when we will learn to make "love potion number nine“.

I will not ask Dumbledore to show me the pointy hat trick.

If Ginny Weasley wanted to borrow my Darkover books, she would have said so already.

I will not cast the occasional Obliviate spell on Dumbledore, even if it would be amusing.

I am not allowed to give the Gryffindors Pixie stix.

I will not douse Harry potter‘s invisibility cloak with lemon juice to see if he will become visible when wearing it and standing near the fire in the common room.

I will not tell first years that moon prism power is a basic transfiguration spell.

I will not charm the suits of armor to do a rendition of "Knights of the Round Table“ for the Christmas feast.

I will not call professor MacGonagall "MacGoggles“.

I am not allowed to reenact famous battles of the Revolutionary war in the charms corridor.

I am not allowed to introduce myself to the first years as Tim the Enchanter.

I am not Xena: warrior princess and i will not use my war cries to signal my entrance in to any classroom.

I am not allowed to begin each Herbology class by singing the theme song to "the attack of the killer tomatoes“.

I am not allowed to paint the house elves blue.

I will not organize a Hogwarts fight club.

I will not dress up in a Dementor suit and use a dust buster on Harry‘s lips to get him to do what i want.

I will not start food fights in the great hall.

I will not scare the new Arithmancy students with my calculus book.

The Womping Willow is not an Entwife.

I am not the King of the Potato people and I do not have a flying carpet.

Getting everyone into the great hall to Time Warp will not earn me any house points.

I will not call Dumbledore, Santa during the holidays.

I will not go to any fundamentalist websites an argue that Voldemort is a direct contradiction of the concept of "intelligent design“.

I will not convince the house elves to unionize.

The muggle known as George W. Bush is not working for Lord Voldemort in any way, and I am to stop insinuating that he is.

There are spoons. I will not destroy, transfigure, disappear or rename the cutlery so that there are no spoons.

Attempting to create real tribbles expressly forbidden. Specially if its for extra credit in the care for magical creatures class.

Enchanting the sorting hat to sort new students in to the house of Martok, or any other Klingon house is forbidden.

Hogwarts is in the UK, thus the US constitution does not apply to any of its students. Therefor 'Avada Kedavra‘ does not fall under 1st Amendment freedom of speech rights.

Voldemort, after being defeated, did not get served.

"You might be a pureblood if...“ jokes will get me in trouble, especially in front of Slitherins.

The condition of professor Snapes hair has nothing to do with the muggle movie "there‘s something about mary“.

It is exceptionally tasteless to tell professor Lupin that "once you go black, you never go back“.

Professor Snape is not the Metatron.

I am not allowed to ask pureblood students things like, "if your parents go divorced will they still be brother and sister?“

I will not teach the Veelas the lyrics to "Oops, i did it again“, even if they ask nicely.

I do not have a Pikachu Patronus, no matter how kick ass that would be.

I will not refer to house elves as "self-disciplining submissives“.

Despite the fact that it takes place in a dungeon, i may not safe word out of the potions class.

Asking professor Snape how to make a love potion is not recommended.

I will not sell pennies as priceless muggle collector coins.

Stealing Draco Malfoy‘s belongings and selling them on eBay to fangirls is not ethical nor profitable (note to self: steal Harry Potter‘s stuff instead).

The "I hate Snape“ club is not a valid after-class activity.

I will not refer to Ron Weasly as "That red-headed twit“ in polite company (impolite company is just fine).

I will not sell Umbridge‘s quill to emo students, specially if they‘re no good at poetry.

I will not say to Ron and Hermione "Get a room“ whenever they start to fight.

The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason.

Just because the black guy dies first in muggle movies does not mean that it will happen to Kingsley.

I will not send shampoo to Snape's office, no matter how badly he needs it.

Making Harry Potter action figures without his permission is wrong. Making Draco Malfoy pay double for them is also wrong.

Screaming "VOLDEMORT!!“ in crowded hallways is not in good taste.

"Potter 6, Voldemort 0“ is not a valid T-shirt slogan.

I will not charm Firenze pink and call him "my little pony“.

Do not ask professor Sinistra to show you "Uranus“.

A good way to piss Hermione off: write "Hermione Granger was here“ on on multiple library books, thereby banning here from the library.

Singing "I wish i where a rich man“ around the Weasley‘s is rude.

I will not Polyjuce myself and a friend to look like Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, then kiss in public.

Singing "Slytherins are sexier“ in potion‘s class will not get me extra points.

Asking professor Flitwick if there is a charm to remove clothes, or give x-ray vision, is not permitted.

It is exceptionally obnoxious to serenade professor Lupin with "Moon river“.

The Slytherin prefect is named Draco Malfoy, not "Rocky Horror“.

Sirius Black is not #24601

Shaving Mrs. Norris is not public service.

I am not to refer to the potions classroom as "Kitchen stadium“.

I will not address the professor with a loud "Heil Umbrigde!“ and accompanying salute.

I am not allowed to use a Time Turner while playing war (or any other board game for that matter).

Even though they are easier to use (and probably more effective), i will not use guns against death eaters.

I am not allowed to ask Nearly headless Nick about Elvis.

Having Colin and Dennis Creevy follow Harry Potter all day is a cruel and unusual punishment.

Forming a LBGT support group on campus is permissible. Claiming that it was founded in 1945 by Tom Riddle is not.

I will not tell Grawp that "Hermy“ will give him a kiss if he eats certain members faculty.

Dobby, though he apparently went to grammar school with him, is NOT Yoda in disguise.

Telling the first years about the time your friend got eaten by the giant quid is not appropriate. Ever.

I will stop charming professor Snape‘s robes bright purple (or any bright color for that matter).

Mail order dinosaurs are NOT a good birthday present for Hagrid. No matter how much discount you get on them.

Asking professor Flitwick where Snow White is is not permitted.

I will not attempt to breed a liger.

"Springtime for Voldemort“ is not an acceptable suggestion for the class play.

I will not call Lucius Malfoy "Jareth“.

Sir Cadogan is not one of the knight who say "Ni“.

I will not remind Voldemort every time i see him that its not Halloween.

I am not allowed to wear "Snape for DADA“ buttons.

I will not ask professor Snape about Batman‘s cape...or Robin.

I am not allowed to yell "Furball!“ every time Mcgonagall coughs.

I will NEVER put Fred, George, Peeves and the Marauders in one room just to see what happens.

I am not allowed to recommend Snape to Extreme Makeover (both editions).

I am not allowed to say that Cedric was amazed by the TriWizard finale.

I will not tell professor Snape to find his Feminine side (or male...or....whatever!).

And finally: under any condition, in any occasion or circumstance am i allowed to ever (ever!) try to be funny while in Hogwarts.

Alas, Poor Phone, I Knew Ye Well

Well, my poor, practically brand new iPhone is missing. Yup. Can't find it.

When I came in from work, I had my wallet, phone, and 2 take out boxes of food in my hands. I went to the kitchen and set them down, then too my phone and wallet into the bedroom and put them on top of the TV, where the phone promptly decided to start sliding off, and irritate me, so I set it on the corner of the nightstand by the TV. I changed clothes, and went and fed Shayla, sat down and ate my food, then I went and did laundry, and brought a basket back into the bedroom to fold. I made the bed, and then I went looking for my phone because I had to go to the bathroom. I couldn't find it, so I took a book instead. When I came back, I started a frantic search of the whole house to find my phone. I bit my tongue instead of accusing the known thief, who's taken my phone twice before, and I searched all the toy boxes and everywhere in the living room. I also searched my bedroom, all the drawers I put the clothes in. After some hollering at Shayla because she was whining that she "just wanted mommy" and I kept telling her I was looking for my phone, Glenda got up and started looking too, and started asking Sonny where the phone was. At first he'd say he didn't know, then he started saying 'we'll find it tomorrow" and then he claimed to have seen it on the floor in my bedroom.
Jordan came into my room to look and found a scorpion, which he killed. But unfortunately, besides that and some ants in Glenda's bed, we didn't find the phone. So now, it's gone. I haven't been without a phone in almost 8 years. Since I was like a junior in High School. I dunno what to do...I feel so lost without my phone....It was like, attached to my hand, even if I don't have signal I carry it around the house and wherever else I am.
I tell ya what, though, if we don't ever find it, Chance is gonna be severely pissed cuz we can't replace it and we have to keep paying for it for another 2 years since it's under contract,and it'll either be at me for letting it 'go missing', even though he instantly accused Sonny when I said we hadn't found it, or at Sonny and/or his Mom. Really though, that kid needs to be like, strapped to her hip to keep him outta trouble. He's always taking something or going somewhere he isn't supposed to.

What Year Was Harry Potter Born?

So in the first HP book, it says, '...tomorrow, Tuesday, is Harry's eleventh birthday." tuesday, July 31st doesn't come around very often. Which means that the current year the first novel takes place is limited. 1962,1973, 1979, 1984, 1990, 2001, 2007, and 2012 all have a Tuesday, July 31. The only other assumption we can deduce in that it takes place after 1945, because Dumbledore is famous for his defeat of a Dark Wizard in 1945. (I gathered that he was like Nazi Hitler Wizard or something). Now, normal assumptions would say that the book takes place in current times, and as the book was published in 1997, and there is no Tuesday July 31 in 1997, we could infer that the first book is set in 1990, because this is the year closest to the publishing date that has a Tuesday July 31. This puts Harry being born in 1979.

Most people would want to infer that the book takes place the year it is published unless otherwise stated. This book was published in 1997, therefore this theory pegs the date at 1986 for Harry's birth year. However, we know this to be incorrect, because of evidence published in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. In this book, Harry helps Nearly Headless Nick celebrate his deathday anniversary on October 31, 1992, pegging the date of the first one to be 1991. We also know Harry turns 12 at the beginning of book 2, therefore Harry's birthday is July 31, 1980.

So, we can either ignore this 'fact' that places Harry's birth year as 1980, or we can assume that Harry got the day wrong in the first book, because given the circumstances at the time of his birthday, they were stranded on the cold, wet little hut on the island and maybe Dudley wasn't exactly correct about the days of the week, because, hey, he isn't exactly brilliant.

I Hate My Life Right Now...

I hate everything today. I'm sore and I don't know why. My back is hurting, my ribs hurt when I breathe. There's no evidence as to why I'm hurting. My rash is back and I scratched my poor feet raw, and now it's itching in the backs of my legs and my thighs. I dropped a little cast iron skillet on my foot, luckily it landed flat side against the top of my foot. I just generally do not feel good. Then I come home and have Chance chew me out about the dishes, which makes me mad, because I had asked Jacki to clean the pan we cooked in last night and she didn't clean it. Now there's a nasty black film on it and the other dishes around it. Oh and I get chewed out because she crapped in the toilet and left a mess on the seat and Chance's mom had to clean it, so now the bathroom smells like vinegar because she apparently cleans everything with vinegar. I guess it works. My headache hasn't gone away but it's much less worse than it's been, so at least I can be thankful for that. I just hate that I am expected to clean up the house and do dishes and everything else. No one helps me. I hate saying this but my mother-in-law is apt to let the boys run loose while she sits at her computer, and it makes me mad because I'm the one scolding them, watching them, cleaning up after them. That isn't my responsibility. I clean up after my daughter, and I don't expect anyone else to, unless she's in someone else's care because I'm at work. Which is something else that pissed me off. When Jacki watched her the other night, she spilled pee on the floor because she pulled the bowl outta her training potty, which is right beside where Jacki was sitting and she still didn't stop her. I don't know what to do. I can't have Jacki watch Shayla if she isn't going to watch what she does and keep her out of trouble. I am just at a loss of what to do.

Tears Fall Free

I find myself crying tonight, but these tears that freely flow down my cheeks are tears of pure happiness, tears I never in a million years expected to cry. My heart is happy and free tonight, and for once I'm not letting anything bother me.

Tonight, at my mom's, something completely wonderful happened. My sisters, well, almost all my sisters, were together tonight. After the trauma of losing one of our number, I said things I shouldn't have said, made mistakes I so deeply and sincerely regret, and I thought that she had written me off forever. I hurt our sister's memory by saying things about the way her mother treated her, and I should never have lent voice to the unspoken knowledge, should never have publicly said the things I said. It hurts too much to think about, so I won't go into detail on it, but most of you dear to me know the situation.

I was terrified of seeing her. I knew she had a relationship with Brooke, and I was scared to death that she wouldn't acknowledge Shay, because that would have broken her tiny heart. She is so kind and so friendly to everyone, so open and trusting, and walked right up to her and held out her arms and said "Me next" after she had set Brooke down. I wanted to burst into tears right then when she picked up my angel and gave her hugs. She was kind to her the entire night, and was even cordial to me, which was more than I could hope for. She actually spoke to me when I talked to her, and she smiled at something I said, something not important enough to remember, but I remember her smile.

She is my sister, and I love her, despite everything. Despite her shunning me at the funeral, and sending me out in tears, near hysterical. At the time I couldn't accept the fact that I deserved it, but now I know I did, and I don't harbor any hostility toward her for her actions. She was well within her rights, and even though a section of my heart has been broken, unable to heal until we mend out relationship, the kindness she showed my daughter, her niece, has touched my broken heart, and I hope that maybe, soon, it can begin to repair itself. Nothing will change what I said and did, nothing will take back my actions. I would apologize, I wanted to, but we were all so happy and joking and laughing and having fun, I just couldn't dredge up the old memories, the old hurt. I can't bury it back, either, but now wasn't the right time.

She seems happy in her life, and that's all I want for her.

Ankle Damage, Computer problems, what next?

Well, at work yesterday, I somehow managed to (very un-gracefully, I might add) roll my ankle, and sprained it. Yay me. As if we need another of 10000000 things piling on top of our already shit-filled life.

Oh and get this: the DC Jack of my laptop (for you non-tech savvy persons, i'm referring to the hole where the power cord for the laptop plugs into the computer at) somehow managed to stop working. the current, on-going theory is, in short, it got shocked and fried it. So now, my computer is running on battery fumes and an increasingly odd situation. My battery is only at 16% life, meaning about 20 minutes. However, when I have the computer plugged in, the life extends to about 1000 hours. Its like the cable is somehow going straight to powering the battery, and the battery is powering the laptop. So, until I can get my computer to a computer repair shop (or my lovely and talented friend, Dakota, who lives in fucking California) i'm just kinda running on prayers. And apparently, extended battery life. Although, 1000 hours is only like 41 and a half days. So I have a limited amount of time to get it repaired.

On to my ankle. I dunno exactly what happened, but I was doing dishes, and I turned to the counter behind me to get some pans, and (I think) I slid in water and just rolled the ankle to a lovely L shape. I tried to work on it for about 10-20 minutes, but I was almost in tears (I refuse to cry around those jerks up there. I don't need them to get me shit about something else.) and I finally just said, "I can't do this. It frickin' hurts." So, I attempted to go to my family doctor, but she was like "oh we dont' have an x-ray machine." So then, I attempted to get in at the doctor mom and the girls use, but they were like "If it happened on the job, regardless of how or why it happened, it qualifies as an on-the-job accident, and therefore she needs to go through worker's comp before we can see her." My response was "Fine, i'll just sit here and rot, cuz you see how that will happen. It won't." So, I got back to work and tell them that the doctor won't see me without worker's comp info, and before I could finish, Amber was like 'you need to fill out an accident report." and I was like 'WTF I was just gonna give up Dr treatments, go home, rest, and pray it's not broken." But I filled out the paperwork, which turned out to be a blank sheet of paper where I write what happened, sign it, date it, and write the approximate time it happened. Then, Amber slams the window shut and leaves. So I assume, "I'm clear to go to the Hospital now."

So I get all the way to the damn hospital, and start filling out paperwork and was about to get x-rayed when Amber calls me back and says I have to come back to work (an approximate 30 minute drive) and fill out the correct paperwork and talk to the boss. So, at this time i'm thinking 'fuck this shit." But everyone is worried, knowing me and my medical records, that I fractured it, so Daddy drives me back to work, where I spend about 30 minutes, between filling out paperwork, talking to Dustin, and listening to Amber trying to talk me out of going to the doctor (Dustin is the general Manager, who tried to blame my shoes and say that i wasn't supposed to be wearing them and therefore worker's comp shouldn't cover it. Which basically meant that they randomly decided a rule against the particular pair of shoes I had been wearing at the time to get themselves outta trouble. Like, if they had had the mats there, where they are supposed to have mats, I wouldn't have slipped in water. But Government regulations be damned. We only obey rules we make up on the spot!).

So, finally, armed with all the proper paperwork (it's now well after 4pm. The accident happened around 2pm) we head to the hospital. I give them the paperwork, they help me make sense of it, because Dusting would only talk to me on the phone and no one knew how to fill out the paperwork or what was supposed to be filled out. They get me x-rayed, and the verdict is (2 hours after getting to the hospital) that it's a sprain, possible fracture but they can't tell because of the swelling, so we treat it as a sprain. And then, when we would normally head home (I remember that it was 6:22pm when I looked at my phone at this point) I'm told that we're gonna have to wait "a while" because they are trying to figure out how to do the drug test, because the hospital I went to doesn't have an MRO on staff. (I forget what an MRO is, but it's like medical review officer or something, and they basically view the drug test and say whether or not I had any drugs in my system at the time of my accident.)

One of the very nice ladies at the hospital explained all this to us, and told us that the manager she talked to at the store was "just a manager and said she didn't know what information they needed" or something along those lines, and gave her Dustin's number. Dustin somehow (and knowing him, it was very easily) missunderstood what was being told to him, and heard "no MRO" as "refusal to treat", and passed them along to Richard, who proceeded to chew out the lady at the hospital (who really is a very nice lady) about bothering him on his vacation. She said that he seemed 'very concerned" about them disturbing his vacation, and not very concerned about their inability to administer a drug test.

Finally, after much confusion, an elderly guy in a labcoat showed up, took me into a lab, had me empty my pockets and pee in a cup. I was amazed at all the drama over a little bit of pee. Although, in truth, it was like half a friggin cup of pee, because by this time I had needed to pee for about 4 hours.

A Rambling: People that Piss Me Off

You know what pisses me off? People who watch shows like 'Sister Wives' on TLC and then bitch about it. "Oh that's gross." "Who wants more than one wife?" "I can't believe people are like that." WHY WATCH THE SHOW IF YOU'RE GONNA BITCH ABOUT IT? I mean seriously. Why? What's the point? Why can't you just leave those people alone? It's their choice to live the lifestyle they're living. If you don't like it, don't watch the damn show!



Personally, I'm totally NOT saying I support polygamy. However, I will say (and you can quote me on this) I SUPPORT EACH INDIVIDUAL PERSON'S LIFESTYLE CHOICE. If you wanna be gay and/or a cross-dresser, go for it! If you've got five wives, awesome for you. If you wanna be a stripper or prostitute, that's all right by me. If you wanna be my neighbor, move right on in next door! Hell, let's be friends. We can go shopping and hang out and you can teach me how to cook (or strip, cuz that might be fun). Just, don't ask if I wanna sleep with you, or marry you, cuz i'm already taken, lol. (And yes, that's a gratuitous stripper shot.)


I just don't understand how people can be so hypocritical. I mean, I know I can be occasionally, but i'm not like, THAT bad. I mean, I think the only time I ever come across as hypocritical is when i'm talking about raising children (mostly my child, actually.) But, I still think that it's so stupid to be so close-minded.

Just some Random Musings of the Day

I'm hungry.

Yeah it's random, i know. I just don't know what to cook today/tonight. And i'm tired.

We're watching Tangled for the billionth time. I really do like the movie, but this is just like... outrageous. It's almost a little too much for me. And here i'm gonna throw in an image from my favorite scene. It looks best in the 3D version of the movie, however.

i'm starting to get really annoyed and really upset at this living arrangement. Sunny can't be good, ever. Levi is either good and quiet or he's fussy. Shayla is fussy when she has to share toys or when Sonny takes her toys. Or any other time that one of the kids upsets her. We are constantly being told not to say this or that because the kids pick up on it. Well, that's all well and good, but Shayla rarely repeats what Chance and I say. Glenda is just so incredibly worried about what Sonny will say at school and make her look bad, I think. It's really stupid, but I can see the point. Him being Autistic, I think it must be harder for her to teach him that he can't always repeat what he hears the adults saying.

On another random note, Sims 3 Generations comes out in 9 DAYS!!! I'm so freaking excited about that. There's gonna be so much expanded gameplay during the generations and i'm just tripping out. I've been saving money and working extra hours just to be able to buy it and the Prima game guide, lol. I think i'm completely addicted to Sims, lol. I really enjoy playing it. Its so nice to have my own house on Sims, even if I can't have one in real life.

Flower beds are supposed to have flowers, right?

Well happy mother's day to my fellow maternal figures in the world today! You have (or will) raised beautiful children who will (or have) grow into beautiful adults.

Work was kinda cool today (pun intended). I got to play in the walk-in cooler and freezer with a knife for an hour, hacking away at the huge ice formations that previously graced those cool walls. It wasn't too busy but Dustin was kind enough to let me stay for the full duration of my 3 hour shift, since he knows it's such a long drive for me.

On a warmer note, my lovely mother-in-law has decided to plant a garden in the flower beds out front. I heard this and got all excited, imaging lovely pink and white rose bushes with huge blossoming roses that purfume the air with their delicious fragrance, while their bases are surrounded by little clusters of marigolds, pansys, and petunias in a wide range of colors, their scents mingling with the roses, making a bright splash of color in front of our house, livening it up, in my opinion.

Instead, she is busy planting a vegetable garden. In front of our house. And to make matters worse, we are covering the gardens in hay. As if we aren't redneck trashy enough. To complete our mish-mash of junked out buildings and overgrown broken down animal pens out back, we are planting a vegetable garden in front of the house. I'm really bummed out by this. I love flowers, and this is as close as I'm going to get to having my own house, but I don't get to decorate it my own way, I dont get any say-so over what goes on. I'm cleaning up after 6-7 people daily, doing dishes and picking up toys. I can't have anything nice out anywhere, not even my own room, because the autistic little devil comes in my room and takes shit. My wallet was missing for 2 days, found in his hidey-hole of stolen goods, along with some of Shay's toys. My unopened can of Dr Pepper was never found. He stole a box of condoms from my room. He tore up Shay's princess books we just got her for Christmas.

It's so bad I have to take some of Shay's toys away and put them up where he can't get them. It just makes me so mad I could cry. He's taken my bottle drinks and cups from resturaunts. I can't set anything down for 2 seconds with him around. The worst part is she said she was gonna start staying in Bryan every other night or so during the week to save on gas, cuz she has to take the devil's boy to school every weekday, so that means she wont be here to take care of the garden. Which means she'll be asking me or Chance to help out. Like Chance doesn't have enough on his plate as it is.

He tore up the car when he hit a hog this week, so we take it on Monday to be repaired and we are without a car for the week. Not even sure if we can get a loaner car or anything either. Great, huh?

Setting the Record Straight: Infectious Mononucleosis

Well, we found out on Friday, Chance (of all people) has mono. Yikes! I decided to do a little research on it, because I wanted to know how in the damn Hell he caught it. My info came from several medical sites and journals, and I'm paraphrasing what I read, so I may be wrong on some things, but for the most part, its almost accurate.

Mono is pretty damn gross, if you ask me. It's spread through saliva and once you catch you, your body creates antibodies and you never actually catch it again. However, you can have occasional outbreaks. Mono is a form of the EBV (Epstien-Barr virus) virus, which is the Herpes virus. Yup, herpes. So, basically, Mono is kinda like herpes. Mono is like the 2nd most commonly spread virus next to the common cold. Once you have mono, it never actually leaves you. Your body continues secreting the virus in your saliva for years. For this reason, mono is almost impossible not to spread. Every sneeze, every cough, puts tiny, microscopic particles of your saliva (no matter how well you cover your mouth and/or nose) into the air, which other people breathe in, and volia! contract the virus.

The following information and image is taken directly from MedicineNet.com, because I didn't wanna misquote this incredible information.

"In the U.S., up to 95% of adults 35-40 years of age have antibodies directed against EBV. This means that most people, sometime in their lives, have been infected with EBV. The EBV can infect any person. As previously discussed, the majority of people have become infected with the virus by the time that they reach adulthood, and the majority of these infections produce no symptoms or are not recognized as mono. Mono is most often diagnosed in adolescents and young adults, with a peak incidence at 15-17 years of age. However, it is also seen in children. Generally, the illness is less severe in young children and may mimic the symptoms of other common childhood illnesses, which may explain why it is less commonly diagnosed or recognized in this younger age group."

The image I've linked above is basically a list of symptoms and signs of Infectious Mononucleosis.

More Information from MedicineNet.com:

How is mono transmitted or spread?

Mono is spread by person-to-person contact. Saliva is the primary method of transmitting mono. Infectious mononucleosis developed its common name of "kissing disease" from this prevalent form of transmission among teenagers. A person with mono can also pass the disease by coughing or sneezing, causing small droplets of infected saliva and/or mucus to be suspended in the air which can be inhaled by others. Sharing food or beverages from the same container or utensil can also transfer the virus from one person to another since contact with infected saliva may result.

Most people have been exposed to the virus as children, and as a result of the exposure, they have developed immunity to the virus. It is of note that most people who are exposed to the EBV don't ever develop mononucleosis. The incubation period for mono, meaning the time from the initial viral infection until the appearance of symptoms, is between four and six weeks. During an infection, a person is likely able to transmit the virus to others for at least a few weeks.

Research has shown that, depending on the method used to detect the virus, anywhere from 20%-80% of people who have had mononucleosis and have recovered, will continue to secrete the EBV in their saliva for years due to periodic "reactivations" of the viral infection. Since healthy people without symptoms also secrete the virus during reactivation episodes throughout their lifetime, isolation of people infected with EBV is not necessary. It is currently believed that these healthy people, who nevertheless secrete EBV particles, are the primary reservoir for transmission of EBV among humans.

As you can probably tell, I've definitely done the research on Mono. According to my Mom, I had it as a child, and the above information leads me to believe I probably was in a 'reactivation' period and I transferred it to Chance.

From what I've read, the only surefire way to accurately test for mono is by testing your blood. "Early in the course of the mono, blood tests may show an increase in one type of white blood cell (lymphocyte). Some of these increased lymphocytes have an unusual or "atypical" appearance when viewed under a microscope, which suggests mono." There are other tests, but they are also designed to rule out illnesses like Strep Throat and Tonsillitis.

For the most part, there is not actual medicine designed for the treatment of Mono. Most doctors just say "let it run it's course." I'm sure you've heard that before, right? Probably about other things, lol. Occasionally, penicillin or erythromycin will be perscribed to treat secondary infections, like Strep Throat. Ampicillin (Omnipen, Polycillin, Principen) and amoxicillin, however, should be avoided, because in 90% of people with mono, it causes them to develop a rash, which is then mistaken for an allergic reaction to the medicine.

Lost of rest is recommended for people with mono, and you are told to avoid contact sports for at least 4 weeks. This is because your spleen is swollen and could rupture, or you could cause liver issues, because both organs are highly affected when you have mono. Tylenol is suggested to treat the headaches and body aches you get with mono, as well.

When symptoms last more than 6 months, this is considered 'chronic' EBV infection. However, lab tests cannot prove continued active EBV infection in patients with "chronic" mono.

I'd like to include an image of mono as it affects someone's tonsils. Generally, 1/3 of people with mono get the white spots on their tonsils. Chance has them currently, however, this image is not of his. His tonsils are no where near this bad. This is an example of how bad it can get. It can also spread to the cheeks and lips, from what I've read and seen.



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My Sources:

MedicineNet.com
PubMed Health
WebMD

It's Madness I tell you! MADNESS!

This is just driving me crazy. There's just too many people in this house and it's killing me. There's so much going on all the time. There's always something being destroyed by one child or another. They just have to do something to annoy each other constantly. Or they get in trouble, which is almost on a daily basis. This house is cluttered, severely. There's bugs living here with us because they're trying to escape the heat, they're looking for water, or they're trying to get away from the rain (like last night). There was a scorpion in my bedroom last night. That was a real nightmare. I just don't know if I can continue living with so many people. I wanted to plant a garden out front, but I can't do that because she is going to plant tomatoes... Tomatoes in front of a damn house. That's just too fucking redneck or country or trashy or whatever for me to handle. I mean, who plants tomatoes in front of their house? In a back garden maybe, but not in front of the house.

I can't get a moment's peace either, which is all the more annoying. If I go to my room with Shayla to play quietly and watch movies, the other children keep coming in there, which irritates Shay and she yells at them to get out and they don't listen and eventually she closes the door, and then he keeps opening it to peek in. I'd have to lock us in the bedroom. He throws her toys all over the living room and makes huge messes. He's just way too damn hyperactive for me to tolerate. He's a sweet kid but I really cannot handle all the running and yelling and misbehaving.

The other night, he got into a cabinet he's not supposed to get into and he tore up all of chance's carbon-copy things for his check books. Before that he ripped up several of Shayla's Disney princess board books. He steals my sodas, cans, cups or bottles, doesn't matter. He steals them and drinks them and hides them. We have to keep some of Shayla's toys put up (Barbies and dolls and fragile toys) because if he gets a hold of them he will destroy them. Shayla can't have any of her books. Our DVDs have to be put away because he will either break them getting them out or he will scratch them up once he has them out.

I desperately need my own place to live. I can't cook what I want to when I want to because the kitchen is a giant clusterfuck. If I clean up, there will be a mess again in 5 minutes. It's just chaos.

I really, truly can't stand chaos.

Why don't Disney's Princesses have Moms?

This is seriously bothering me. I wonder if maybe Walt Disney was a woman hater and that's why there were no moms...Except I just realized that's stupid as I typed it, because the princesses are female...Although, he did let Bambi's mom get shot, which kind of fits my 'woman hater' theme...Maybe he has something against moms?

My only other theory is that in the original versions of all these stories (the ones that were fairy tales before they became Classic Disney Movies) they didn't have moms because it works better to show the princess without a mom, considering a Mom would NEVER let them go through half the shit they do go through.

With the exception of Tiana from The Princess and the Frog, because the "Disney Princess" line existed long before they added her. And she had a mom AND a dad. Disney was totally going against their usual theme there. However her rich friend didn't have a mom...so maybe the weren't really losing that "no mom" theme...

Stepmoms don't really count because they all wanted to get rid of the princess. If they were loving moms to the princess then they could count but they weren't. Snow White's mom tried to have her killed and the poisoned her, and Cinderella's stepmom made her a servant and locked her in a tower so she couldn't try on the slipper....

Jasmine doesn't have a mom. In the entire movie they never even make an illusion to her mom, like "When your mother was alive," or "if your mom was here.." or anything like that.

Belle doesn't have any mention of a mother either.
Ariel did have a mention of her mom though. At one point her father says "If only her mother was here..." (or something close to that) when he was talking to the crab about why Ariel is acting weird.

But I did forget about Sleeping Beauty's mom. : /

Occasionally they include Mulan (even though she never married a prince nor was she royal) but she had a Mom too.

Visiting Old Friends (They're not really old, just long-time friends) :P

Well its kinda late, and we just got home. We went to get the car fixed today. It was "warranty work on the fuel vapor sensor" according to Chance. I dunno really what that means. So anyway, now we're finally home, after spending the day hanging out at a friend's house. We even jacked their shower lol. Her and her husband were like "We completely understand honey. We've been there too. Shower hopping from house to house" lol. Krystal and Justin are really cool. I adore them, truly. They've had problems and such though, like with their marriage. And they've had to move 13 times since 2007, so there's definitely issues, lol. But, ya know, it happens. I mean, we're all just struggling through right now. We don't really have set careers, Krystal just started going back to school so that's a strain for them. She's like me, not really having a good job or anything, and trying to find one. She might be working at Subway with me if she can get a job there.
Shayla really enjoyed spending time with another child her age. Her and Matt really seemed to have a good time. Krystal and Justin were amazed because he never shares his toys and he was BRINGING his toys to Shayla to play with him too. It was really cool, lol. Justin was like "he never shares! I wonder why he is now" and Krystal and I were both like "Because she's a girl" lol. Really, I doubt that's why. Its probably more like because this was the first time they met. All the other times Shayla was too small to play with him, or one time it was really late at night so he was sleeping, and other times we've gone to see them they didn't get to play because he wasn't there; he was visiting an Aunt or grandparent.
Anyway, its time for Warcraft, so....

Poor Sheri....

Well, I'm just sitting here watching Charmed, while Shayla runs lose through the house playing with Sheri and her dog, Jack. I'm a little sad for Sheri right now, honestly. Jordan, who invited her over for the week to be fuck buddies or something, totally ditched her last night to go out with some other girl who "owed him a lap dance." He said he's only be gone for like 5 hours, but he's been gone about 12 hours now. I was pretty annoyed at Jordan for that...Chance and I were talking after he left and I was like "I hope he gets an STD, lol. Happy Fucking Birthday, dude."

I also feel a little bit sorry for Sheri cuz I can't get Shayla to leave her alone, lol. She really likes having someone to play with besides me and Chance, I think. Right now she's running through the house, being chased by Jack, and squealing excitedly. It's rather cute.

Dishes, Shopping, and Movies

So today, after waking up, I had to boil water to do dishes. That took like 3 hours, to get them all done. They've been building up because we don't have hot water and I was trying to wait for the propane, cuz I really didn't want to have to boil water. But I did, and now all the dishes are clean.

I've also worked on laundry, which is now like, all finished. And I went grocery shopping with my daddy. He bought my groceries which almost made me cry cuz it was such a big help. It left my paycheck open to catch up the phone bill so it doesn't get cut off.

We went to mom's/Grandma's house and had some incredible homemade soup that Mom made. It was in-freakin-credible. It was like a beef stew but like, not thick, which made it perfect with bread-n-butter. God, living in the Woodlands made me seriously miss my mom's cooking. I also went and had a shower, too, which was really nice. I really wish that we could get the shower fixed here, though. I really need to be able to take a shower here, whenever I feel like, instead of having to go to dad's or mom's or Memaw's to bathe. Sadly, it's expensive or something and we just can't afford to fix the shower right now.

Then I came home and watched 'Angels and Demons" which was an awesome movie. I think Tom Hanks really does the character justice. He was wonderful. It didn't exactly follow the book, but it closely matched it and it was really just great. I enjoyed it immensely.

Now I'm watching "Percy Jackson and the Olympians:The Lightning Thief." Honestly I'm not really fond of this movie, because it's soo....jacked up. It doesn't match the books hardly at all. I understand that they had to alter it somewhat but really, they didn't leave it open for sequels. That's my least favorite part. It's got a lot more humor in it than the books had, which is like, one of the few things I really like. As for the rest of it...I dunno...it's not that great.

I guess I'm done for now. I'm gonna go watch more movies and like, chill.

Fucking Pissed, That's What I Am.

Well, I'm pissed. Like, super pissed. For a large, combined amount of reasons.

First: I have to stay at my grandparents house and sleep in my mom's bed. With my mom. because my stupid husband wouldn't let me drive home at night, and after saying he'd take me home, he decided not to, cuz he said I wouldn't be able to get myself up on time to go to work tomorrow because I always sleep through my alarms and he isn't gonna be there in the morning.

Second: I'm pissed because staying at my grandparents means I have to put up with my dickhead of a sister how's a backtalking, whiny little bitch (even though I love her dearly).

Third: My mom sleeps with the TV and lights on, which is just plain fucking annoying. I'm like so tempted to sleep in my damn car.

Fourth: Hubby left the baby with my in-laws, because he didn't get the hint that I didn't want him to do that, so I'm mostly pissed at myself for not saying "let me fucking keep my child! she's finally bonding with me, and I love being with her, and you fucking take her away from me. wtf?!" I really do blame myself there, because I should have said something to him, and this wouldn't have happened.

Fifth: I'm pissed cuz he's going out tonight, to a party, and even though I was supposed to go, I decided to do the responsible thing and not go cuz I have to work tomorrow.

Sixth: I'm pissed I have to work tomorrow. Damn job.

Seventh: I'm pissed that I'm trying to call and make him feel bad and he's not answering the phone. Honestly, he's probably already left the house (he had to stop and like unload shit and change clothes or whatever) and he's not in cell signal yet, so its illogical to be pissed but I am anyway.

So all in all i'm just in a really pissy, whiny mood right now. I'm so...ugh. I want to yell and scream and throw a fit, even though i'm an adult. I think it's so stupid the way he's treating me. He's more concerned about me having a fucking accident in his car than about what I want, because if I have an accident in the car we're screwed. I dont have my official lisence, and i'm not covered by the insurance, so we would have to pay for the mess ourselves and it wouldn't be cheap, i tell ya what.
All my sister can do is argue with everyone and piss them off, especially my grandma.
I'm just pissy and I want to go home and sleep in my own bed.
I just wanna be all emo right now and go off half-cocked screaming I hate my life and just kill me and shit like that, which is immature and retarded.
Im like...how can he think i'm not responsible enough to wake myself up tomorrow morning?
I mean, I can't even play warcraft tonight? wtf is that shit?
I can't even use my iPhone on the internet in the back room because the signal is too weak. I'm like OMG I CAN'T DO ANYTHING WTF IS THIS SHIT ITS SO JACKED UP AND UNFAIR AND IM SO PISSED.
I'm just so cranky and pissy right now...