papa was a rolling stone

So, lets see...



There has been a turn of events here in my dwelling. Something I did not see coming. Something that I was not prepared for.



It hit me like 14 tons of mother loving bricks.



Maybe 15.



I am not a planner by any means, but I don't like sneak attacks either, cause I'm not prepared.



That's why I could never be a combat officer in the front line of duty, cause I would be dead.



If I don't see it coming, I'm splat dead..



splat.dead.



And I don't wanna be dead...not yet..



I know my time is coming, its not that I think I'm some wizard of immortal power..



God I wish...being a wizard would totally kick ass...and I woulda seen this shit coming.



I mean I have enough shit I'm dealing with, like trying to figure out how I'm gonna buy Halloween candy for the neighborhood hoodlums...I was going to hand out my TUMS and tell the tots they were sweet tarts, but I ate them all over the weekend.



every last one...



Thats the kinda stress I'm dealing with here...



I even ate a whole bag of licorice on Saturday...



A whole bag!



It seems my mother has hit some financial hardship..and guess what.



She is moving in with us.



Now she has lived with us before and it always ended very very very very very very very badly.



I mean, I was thinking of cleaning out my shed and throwing a cot in there and a couple flash lights..And a nice thick pieced together blanket...so her toes would stay warm...but the hubs said that would not be proper living conditions.



Now I have been reading and seeing on the news that this is a popular trend taking place in todays world.



Parents are moving in with their children because they are having trouble making it on their own.



Just like in the Great Depression when many generations lived together in family compounds...and they baked together, sewed buttons on britches, had hot pots of gruel on the stove top, and darned socks...



Thats gonna be me.



I called my dad to let him know there would be no room for him at the inn now...so he needs to call his other daughter if times get rough for him and the Mrs.



I know I complain about money, because well, everyone is having hard times...and really, I don't have it nearly as rough as some people do..I'm just spoiled and when I cant have my luxuries, I get pissed...



But now dear ole mom is coming to stay...I am not sure for how long...I'm hoping no more then a year...



Its not like I am giving her a deadline...



I wish I could...cause I kinda have a bad feeling about this.



I am not a people person and I do not play well with others.



And she knows this.



I am very temperamental and stuff tends to piss me off very quickly.



I'm sure u have not noticed that shit..



Anyway, this is going to cause me great deals of stress...So if at times I vent and use more four letter words then I normally do, I am apologizing now in advance.



cause there will be no apologize when it happens, thats not how I roll..



And I hope this living arrangement does not leave me as a victim, nor the defendant on a case Nancy Grace will be working on..



I'm just sayin...



And to boost your mood after bringing you down..



oh wait, your not down? its just me?



Here is a pic of what my son will look when he is an old man...



All you people with daughters his age, come have them take a gander ...

























enjoy tweens....