Lets Get Rocked...

Somethings have come up over the last couple days that I feel I need to vent and spew all over my website, cause really, thats why I have one..

So people out there can read it and say to themselves...

self, I'm not going to do myself in today because this whack job needs my help, I would rather see her go first..

I'm here for the people.

Anyway, I am still leaving Saturday morning around 6 am for Iowa...Because frankly, this is the only thing getting me thru right now.

This post may get a tad bit lengthy, its gonna have a lot of girth, it may also contain bits of stagnant and pungent odors.

My first complaint is for the neighbors to stop yelling "Koda" all day and all night thru out the hood.

Put your damn dog on a leash before I get the pepper spray out...

You would not have to call your dog at all hours if u killed it.

I'm just sayin..

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My trip to Mt Rushmore may be put to a stop.

No NO, not because I have broke any laws....

yet...

It seems The Boy has band camp starting next week.

Hello douche bags, its STILL summer vacation...damnit..

And The Boy is going to play the Trombone...he needs all the band camping he can get I guess.

Yes I said band camp, get your giggles out for Christ sake so we can get along with this..

Ya done?..

good..

Ok, my mother calls me crying last night..I don't do well with people and tears and emotions and stuff.

My brain is more hard wired to be that of a stealth robot. We have no emotions, but we get shit done..

I guess her sister called her to inform her that their "mother" is not doing well and that if she wanted to see her before the big one hit, she might wanna head on a jet plane.

Let me give you a little back story on my ole...granny...

DO u know I cant even say that out loud? I have never called her that or ever said that out loud..EVER.

In my life I have only had one set of grandparents...And one died last summer and the one is doing well driving me crazy telling me about how it makes her nervous to drive in cars with her 80 year old friends because well, they don't drive so well anymore..cause they are 80!

Mind you she is going to be 81....but she would rather take a bus then drive with other old ladies..

Anyway...this woman who is technically my grandmother is some piece of work.

In my 33 years of life I have seen her not more then a handful of times.

No Xmas gifts, no birthday calls, she wouldn't come to my wedding, no calls when I had babies of my own...no nothing. And you all know how I like to get shit...

When I was a couple days old, my mom had to go back in the hospital for a week because she came down with an infection of some sort..

And my dad not being the hands on baby man, I was left with my real grandparents.

One day while I was napping nicely at grandma and grandpa's...that woman came to the door and asked them if she could take me for a while.

Being I was brand new and still had that new car smell, who wouldn't want to see a new baby?

So my grandma being the nice lady she is, and not thinking anything bad would happen, let that woman take me for the day.

Now this could be where some of my issues stem from. I cant say for sure as I don't recall any of it..

But this is what happen to me.

This woman took me from my nice grandmothers arms and into a cardboard box..

Yup..I said a box.

Little ole me was laying in a box on the floor of the back seat of this woman's car..

Wanna know where she took me?

I know your just dying to know.

She took me bar hopping along the lake shore...

In.A.Box.

I am not sure how I was found or what happen after that, but this woman and my aunt took me bar hopping.

Not only were they driving with a week old lassie in the back..I was in a fucking box.

And they were drunk.

Now thats my kinda granny...

Last month my mothers sister was diagnosed with cancer. She was told it was spread thru her whole entire body.

The woman called my mom to tell her that the sister was getting what she deserved and she hoped her death was painful and agonizing.

This is the kind of monster we are dealing with.

The woman will then call my aunt telling her how much she loves her and blah blah...

Fucking psycho she is..

My mom said she does not want to go see her.

Her childhood was filled with beatings..

Both her parents were nurses...My grandfather..(puke puke) was once the Director of Nurses at the homeland hospital...So they were well educated peeps.

The woman was a psych nurse for 20 years....which to this day blows my ever loving mind..

Once when my mother got cut on a piece of glass, her dad sewed her cut up..

with fishing line..and no numbing shot.

I can sort of see why she does not want to go.

But I do.

I want to go see her...and just smother her with a card board box.

I want to spit on her grave and then let my dog take a healthy one on it.

Some of you wont understand this, some of you will...

I just feel the need to let it all out..to tell her what a horrible person she is, and that she is getting what SHE deserves.

I want to claw her eyes out, I want to put a kink in her catheter.

This woman has brought nothing but misery to anyone or anything she has touched.

Not many people can make that claim, but she can.

I realize this is not what a normal Christian gal would say.

But I'm not normal. Some might argue im not Christian, to that I say

fuck you...

I think my mother should go, mainly for her sisters..

They live in New Mexico and since they live there, they will have to deal with everything...and I think she should go to be there for them.

They all went thru this horrid childhood together, so I think they should all bury it together.

So we may be driving there..

With my tots...

a 21 hour drive.

So I can spit on a grave and have damn good meal after the funeral.

One good thing about funerals is the food afterwards..

That would almost be worth the drive.

This bitch likes to eat.