Omgs Marge! Look it's an ACTUAL POST! WTF?!
So.. why haven't I posted in a while? In fact... why Haven't I been online at ALL for what is.. a long time now?
Well ... all of those are really good questions. That I might answer. As soon as I have a smoke and kill this kid who's destroying my desk.. damnit!
There's not really a whole lot of anything "special" perse going on. Unless you count me going out of my fucking mind "special" and really that's not all that special.
Anyway what's going on since the last time I posted. Fuck man I don't even Remember my last post. Heh.
They thought my granddaddy was going to die. March 24th he had another heart attack... I didn't even know about it until my Dad got home from work, and if anyone reading this knows how fucked up my family is.. sorry I need to explain this.
My mom eloped to marry my dad to get away from my grandmother when she found out she was pregnant with me. My dad's side of the family has nothing to do with my mom's side of the family and it's always been a major thing. "Stay away from the Smith's they're nothing but "white trash"... blah blah blah. My dad quit even trying when I was like 10 and my mom stopped shortly there after. Now considering I was raised by my grandparents I've always called them Momma and Daddy. It was just a natural thing.. put any 3 year old in that situation and see what happens. Anywho. Never really knew my mom and dad.. all I kept hearing was this really horrid shit about them and I was never quite sure what to believe. They tell me that I told them a lot of stuff that happened to me as a kid and honestly I'm not sure what I believe anymore. I don't remember much of anything from when I was that young (but that's probably the smoke talkin) I mean I remember him and my mom getting into knock down drag out fights, but the really terrible shit that I was always told happened I don't remember. Something like that, considering the way that I am, I'd remember. I don't... block shit out. I embrace my shit because it's part of me. Anywho. I grew up, graduated High School, started SMCC (Wee what a waste of time... but I founded my Crit and Rachel there! WEEE!!! <3 you guys much) At this point I'd been talking to my Mom covertly for a couple of years :) Teeheeheee. So I started southwest and decided that I needed to talk to my dad... so from 2002 on I'd been in contact with my dad. :) Which turned out to be a great thing. I got to see what a REAL family was. I realized that Not everyone is raised by people who are constantly putting them down, kicking all of their dreams in the balls and telling them that they'd never be anything worthwhile. It's nice to know that my kids will get to see what a real family is, and not some facade that the mitchell's put on. Anywho.. all in all it's a bad thing to talk to my dad.. or my mom and THANKFULLY I've been completely written off by those hypocrites. *Smirk*
Now. My dad comes home from work and calls me up,
"Baby is Sonny dead?"
"What???!!!"
" -So and So- up at the hall who lives out that way told me that so and so told him that Sonny died Saturday."
"Daddy I don't know. No body's called me... to let me know anything like that. Lemme get off the phone with you and find out what's going on and I'll let you know what's up."
So. I get off of the phone with my dad. Call Robin.
"Robin is Daddy dead?"
"No. We did just get him home from the hospital though about half an hour ago."
"What do you mean? He's HOME now and No one called me to tell me what's going on? ... Well what happened?"
"He had another heart attack on Saturday. Momma thought he was dead, but they got him back and put 4 stints in his heart. He's fine and home now."
"OH.. well that's nice to know. Thanks for letting me know"
SO.... that's how I find out my grandfather NEARLY died. *Twitch* Needless to say my children will go no where near these people again. I mean they don't even have the decency to call some one when something this major happens.. and yet they expect me to jump through THEIR hoops to get to see my kids. I don't think so. From now on, they can jump through MY hoops. I'm tired of being walked on by these fuckers. Period.
So.. nearly a month later, Daddy (Sonny) Is back in the hospital. His legs have NO circulation. It's either do a massive.. and I mean.. MASSIVE bypass or... take both of his legs. This time.. Robin calls me. To tell me that he's in the hospital and that he's got a 20% chance of surviving the surgery. Weeeeeee *twirls finger* They did the surgery on Monday, April 30th, and I came the days before the surgery and saw him and saw him nearly every day while he was in the hospital. He survived the surgery, Dr. says he did "Perfect," and now he's back home. The upside is that .. My mom and them came down. :) :) :) :) Given the circumstances I'm glad they came down But really I'm just glad I got to spend some time with her. It was so nice. The kids got to play with Her, Gen, Josh and Mack. It was great. But.... I haven't heard from anyone on my Mom's side of the family since the last time I called Robin the day they took Daddy home. They know that I"m the one who told my Mom what's going on. After all, I'm the only fucking person who talks to her... at all. So they knew right away that I was the one who told her what's going on. Anyway... yea. I guess they've written me off totally. Not that I care. At least I can feel safe. I mean, it totally terrifies me when Robin gets Aubrey. At thanksgiving last year she's got Aubrey saying "Aubrey Wiggins" .... now... Take a deep breath with me *inhale................ lungs collapse* Yea. creepy ain't it? I mean I don't put it past these jerks for ONE minute to try and take my babies away from me if they thought that they could. Just because "THEY know better" Sure.. it's okay to totally LIE to your children and HIDE your life from them and THEN!!! Buy them off to keep them happy so YOU can pretend you're a good mother. *eyerolls*
Sure... I'm the piece of "trash" but at least my kids know what the fuck is going on around them. I don't hide a damned thing from my kids. Never have, Never will. And yet they're wondering why Tate is writing "poetry filled with vulgarity and profanity" it's because EVERYTHING AROUND HER IS A LIE! AND SHE'S NOT A FUCKING IDIOT!
It's official. That side of my family makes me sick... Wait. I take that back.. Lillian and Robin make me sick. The rest of that side of the family is actually kinda.. nice. Like my dad's side of the family. I keep forgetting that.
Anyway.. yea.... if I keep on about this shit and the other shit I've got going on in IM atm ... I'm going to blow the fuck up all over the place.
I'd like to have a hooter the size of cuba.
Well ... all of those are really good questions. That I might answer. As soon as I have a smoke and kill this kid who's destroying my desk.. damnit!
There's not really a whole lot of anything "special" perse going on. Unless you count me going out of my fucking mind "special" and really that's not all that special.
Anyway what's going on since the last time I posted. Fuck man I don't even Remember my last post. Heh.
They thought my granddaddy was going to die. March 24th he had another heart attack... I didn't even know about it until my Dad got home from work, and if anyone reading this knows how fucked up my family is.. sorry I need to explain this.
My mom eloped to marry my dad to get away from my grandmother when she found out she was pregnant with me. My dad's side of the family has nothing to do with my mom's side of the family and it's always been a major thing. "Stay away from the Smith's they're nothing but "white trash"... blah blah blah. My dad quit even trying when I was like 10 and my mom stopped shortly there after. Now considering I was raised by my grandparents I've always called them Momma and Daddy. It was just a natural thing.. put any 3 year old in that situation and see what happens. Anywho. Never really knew my mom and dad.. all I kept hearing was this really horrid shit about them and I was never quite sure what to believe. They tell me that I told them a lot of stuff that happened to me as a kid and honestly I'm not sure what I believe anymore. I don't remember much of anything from when I was that young (but that's probably the smoke talkin) I mean I remember him and my mom getting into knock down drag out fights, but the really terrible shit that I was always told happened I don't remember. Something like that, considering the way that I am, I'd remember. I don't... block shit out. I embrace my shit because it's part of me. Anywho. I grew up, graduated High School, started SMCC (Wee what a waste of time... but I founded my Crit and Rachel there! WEEE!!! <3 you guys much) At this point I'd been talking to my Mom covertly for a couple of years :) Teeheeheee. So I started southwest and decided that I needed to talk to my dad... so from 2002 on I'd been in contact with my dad. :) Which turned out to be a great thing. I got to see what a REAL family was. I realized that Not everyone is raised by people who are constantly putting them down, kicking all of their dreams in the balls and telling them that they'd never be anything worthwhile. It's nice to know that my kids will get to see what a real family is, and not some facade that the mitchell's put on. Anywho.. all in all it's a bad thing to talk to my dad.. or my mom and THANKFULLY I've been completely written off by those hypocrites. *Smirk*
Now. My dad comes home from work and calls me up,
"Baby is Sonny dead?"
"What???!!!"
" -So and So- up at the hall who lives out that way told me that so and so told him that Sonny died Saturday."
"Daddy I don't know. No body's called me... to let me know anything like that. Lemme get off the phone with you and find out what's going on and I'll let you know what's up."
So. I get off of the phone with my dad. Call Robin.
"Robin is Daddy dead?"
"No. We did just get him home from the hospital though about half an hour ago."
"What do you mean? He's HOME now and No one called me to tell me what's going on? ... Well what happened?"
"He had another heart attack on Saturday. Momma thought he was dead, but they got him back and put 4 stints in his heart. He's fine and home now."
"OH.. well that's nice to know. Thanks for letting me know"
SO.... that's how I find out my grandfather NEARLY died. *Twitch* Needless to say my children will go no where near these people again. I mean they don't even have the decency to call some one when something this major happens.. and yet they expect me to jump through THEIR hoops to get to see my kids. I don't think so. From now on, they can jump through MY hoops. I'm tired of being walked on by these fuckers. Period.
So.. nearly a month later, Daddy (Sonny) Is back in the hospital. His legs have NO circulation. It's either do a massive.. and I mean.. MASSIVE bypass or... take both of his legs. This time.. Robin calls me. To tell me that he's in the hospital and that he's got a 20% chance of surviving the surgery. Weeeeeee *twirls finger* They did the surgery on Monday, April 30th, and I came the days before the surgery and saw him and saw him nearly every day while he was in the hospital. He survived the surgery, Dr. says he did "Perfect," and now he's back home. The upside is that .. My mom and them came down. :) :) :) :) Given the circumstances I'm glad they came down But really I'm just glad I got to spend some time with her. It was so nice. The kids got to play with Her, Gen, Josh and Mack. It was great. But.... I haven't heard from anyone on my Mom's side of the family since the last time I called Robin the day they took Daddy home. They know that I"m the one who told my Mom what's going on. After all, I'm the only fucking person who talks to her... at all. So they knew right away that I was the one who told her what's going on. Anyway... yea. I guess they've written me off totally. Not that I care. At least I can feel safe. I mean, it totally terrifies me when Robin gets Aubrey. At thanksgiving last year she's got Aubrey saying "Aubrey Wiggins" .... now... Take a deep breath with me *inhale................ lungs collapse* Yea. creepy ain't it? I mean I don't put it past these jerks for ONE minute to try and take my babies away from me if they thought that they could. Just because "THEY know better" Sure.. it's okay to totally LIE to your children and HIDE your life from them and THEN!!! Buy them off to keep them happy so YOU can pretend you're a good mother. *eyerolls*
Sure... I'm the piece of "trash" but at least my kids know what the fuck is going on around them. I don't hide a damned thing from my kids. Never have, Never will. And yet they're wondering why Tate is writing "poetry filled with vulgarity and profanity" it's because EVERYTHING AROUND HER IS A LIE! AND SHE'S NOT A FUCKING IDIOT!
It's official. That side of my family makes me sick... Wait. I take that back.. Lillian and Robin make me sick. The rest of that side of the family is actually kinda.. nice. Like my dad's side of the family. I keep forgetting that.
Anyway.. yea.... if I keep on about this shit and the other shit I've got going on in IM atm ... I'm going to blow the fuck up all over the place.
I'd like to have a hooter the size of cuba.