Remember when I was tossing around the idea of getting rid of the television for the tots? Well yesterday morning I had a brief encounter of what it may be like if that were to occur.
You see, my damn satellite kept losing its signal yesterday morning, because of the snow and clouds or because Dishnetwork thinks we watch too much TV here and is trying to teach me a lesson of sorts.
Anyway, Boo and I are sitting here, she keeps bringing me the remote telling me its not working.
No shit it isn't working.
She looks at me " momma, what U wanna do?"
I say " I don't know, what do U wanna do?"
" I wanna watch Noggin Momma, pwease turn it on for me"
I am fumbling with the remote because the silence is starting to make me homicidal. I mean holy Christ, to sit in silence with a three year old and actually try talking about something is hard. Try it.
It goes something like this..
what do u want to wear today
I wanna wear a dress momma
no, its cold, find some pants
Do u want me to beat your ass
Then go find some pants.
Something like that.
She did inform me that "real girls" do NOT wear pants they wear skirts and dresses and from now on, she would be adhering to those guidelines...Even at bedtime.
I have a feeling come bedtime I will be dishing out an ass beating.
Well my mother talked to my grandma, my grandma told her they found out grandpa is terminal. Which I mean, makes sense..I don't know.Grandma told mom not to tell me about grandpa , in fact she had not told anyone yet. Not even my dad..(its my dads parents, but my mom is really close to them)
He gets radiation 5 days per week, and chemo one day for the next 6 weeks. He gets a month off, then gets a stronger dose of Chemo after that for 6 weeks I think.
I then called my grandma to ask how he was doing. I wanted to see if she would tell me anything. She told me he was doing good, and that after his treatments he should be OK, and he has had a good long life so we should just all be great full about that.
What the hell?
Um, no. I will not be greate-ful about this.
I don't understand why they give an 88 year old man chemo. I don't know why they don't let him live out the remainder of his days/months/weeks/years not being sicker then a dog. Chemo is pure poison. it makes u very ill. Normal healthy younger adults have a hard time getting thru it, I don't think an 88 year old man is going to bounce back as well as a 40 year old.
I don't know why grandma doesn't wanna tell us, I don't know why she wouldn't want us to maybe have the choice to come spend time with him before he gets sick...I don't get it.
I talked to grandpa yesterday. He sounds good, but coughs ALOT. he told me when I come there this summer, we are going to go and donate our hard earned money to the Indians.
I better start saving now..
Well my spray worked for two days. Today I found my little black kitten up there, although she was not the pissing culprit, she indeed went thru my spray barricade.
The bad kitty, she still has not ventured up to her upstairs bathroom.
I don't know why she thought she needed two bathrooms. But I will be damned if she is getting back up there again. Unless she wants to start pissing on Shakys shit,then maybe we can hash out some sort of an arrangement.
My son has a pair of binoculars. He is always looking up at the moon and stars. The other day he started spying on Blondie and her friends playing in the yard..Then Boo found them the next day and I saw her put them in her dresser drawer. I asked her why, she said she was "keeping them safe"
She then got them out and started looking outside. I asked what she was doing, she said
I can use these to see trees and houses that are far away momma
I wonder if this means she is going to be a peeping tom.