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Today was a pretty mundane and boring day. Nothing much got done, not that anything was just busting at the seems to be done. Sydney went to spend the night with my dad and step mom and my nephew was going to spend the night. I’m pretty happy she gets to see him, because she hasn’t seen him in a while now. My nephew is 15 and he’s excellent with little kids. When I was 15 I was like leave me alone please.

Kevin went to work earlier for a little while to do some clock related things for daylight saving time. BTW daylight saving time is just a stupid concept and I feel sorry for all of you who have had to deal with it all your lives. It’s just stupid. Our governor is equally as stupid for pushing for it. Then again I don’t really jive too well with Republicans so whatever.

I was going to get some site related things done today, but failed. I’ve been preoccupied with other internet things like making money and reading lunatic ravings. I’m not sure why people don’t understand that if they aren’t in a conversation and they drag themselves up it’s not really proving a point it’s just looking even more stupid? Then again I’m convinced you need a minimum IQ to get on the net or I shouldn’t be bothered with you.

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I probably shouldn’t even be touching this because of all the vulgar phrases that I’m about to use, but hey it’s my blog isn’t it? This is going to do wonders for my ratings!

Does every single anonymous commenter on the Pedo’s site attempt to use words that Chanel used in her comments to people? I’ve heard her say housebitch about Jenn several times and I’ve seen the bloated bitch comment from her myself. I just find it funny that someone is “cloning” her way of thinking.

To quote Anna on the whole thing, perhaps they are just jealous that I’m not a cumdumpster.

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With the exception of my beloved Gordon Ramsay. Seriously though, could someone shoot Heather Mills and put me and the entire nation of Britain out of their misery?

You would have committed suicide but you didn’t know how? Open bottle, insert pills into mouth, die. Load gun, hold to head, die. Isn’t there a song from the 90’s by Snoop that details there are 15 million ways to die? Is this woman lacking in all creativity or what?

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Apparently there is some sort of question as to what is a proper job. I really don’t care, but it’s me and other stay at home moms who are earning money that are under fire and in question so I’d like to clear this up a little. You know, for the slow learning.

It’s my personal opinion that making any type of money and staying off of welfare is usually a good choice. Rather than use up the United States resources and put our country further in debt I’d love to see people sit on their “butts” and blog. It seems to be that retail is in question against paid blogging. Does retail actually require skills? It was said that blogging doesn’t.

Daily I got to the store, any store, even high end department stores, and have workers go Duh? when they attempt to use a credit card, debit card, check, cash, cash register, security release thing, uh plastic bag. If you can type up a blog entry on your computer using wordpress then you could successfully run a cash register. ANYONE can stand around and ask if someone needs help and direct them to the nearest pair of Nike’s.

Are either of these things are “career”? No. Is anyone claiming they are? I’m not. My plus is that if I don’t wanna blog on a given day or on 3 weeks worth of days, I don’t. If you are working in a retail job to pay your bills and you want to take 3 weeks off, you are screwed, and fired.

In my personal opinion if you attempt to get money by not stealing or conning people then you are being pretty mature. It’s also my opinion that if you claim taxes, and you guys may want to take a look at the IRS site and familiarize yourself with the process of income taxes. See if you have a job, you file them and you pay the government. I don’t know how it goes in England, but I’m guessing it’s similar. I’m also guessing that even people who are repeat bankruptcy filers still file taxes every year, so the both of the idiots who are perpetuating this argument should be familiar with proper work.

See according to the IRS and my 2006 taxes I worked a proper job by blogging. I paid the government and the state their share. So if it’s not proper then could someone point me to the proof that it is, because I’d love to get the IRS involved in this. I’m sure they’d have a good chuckle and inform you that theft, drug sales, and prostitution are about the only forms of “non proper” employment that there is. Not that they don’t have their perks.

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Not really, but by the logic of some idiots I have a full blown stalker. You know the idiots who think that if they come across their name on the net they are being stalked by the person writing said name? So apparently if I follow that logic I have a full blown stalker, I better get myself a restraining order ASAP.

The truth is I was followed today. I picked Sydney up from her super fantastic Halloween party and went to the grocery store to get a couple things for my soup. More about the soup later because I really outdid myself on this one. From the store I ran to Wendy’s because I wasn’t about to cook any lunch today. I know, I’m a crappy mom I fed my kid nuggets. Oh well.

One of my worst habits is taking the “long way” home. I use the country roads to get to my house which is semi in the country. These are roads that you don’t normally go on unless you live out here. It’s just as easy to take the main roads if you don’t live by me. I noticed that this truck was following me from in town, to the first country road, to the next obscure country road, and then onto my actual road.

I found that odd, because I had never seen the truck before and they were heading to US 40 which they could have gotten to so much easier by just making one turn before they started to follow me. After I turned into my driveway I watched them go down to that road so I was pretty sure that they were trying to see where I lived or get a good look at me or see if I had a kid in the backseat or whatever else nosy ex boyfriends do.

Because as I was pulling into the driveway the truck stopped and watched me park. I shot the crappiest look ever at them and then realized I knew the person. I really, really hope the person wasn’t attempting to speak to me or see if I was going to be friendly with him. I think he was just being nosy and stopped for a little too long.

At any rate I don’t like being followed and I don’t like having people drive by my house. One time when I still lived with my mom he drove by my house 15 times in one night and I just sat there and laughed at him from my bedroom window while talking on the phone. I think when I flipped him off he realized that I wasn’t going to come out and profess my love for him or something.  I really hope that’s not what he was expecting today because I have been trying to forget he exists for the last 12 years.

People just crack me up. I guess curiosity gets the best of them!

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If you are reading this blog and wondering why I have not added you back to my links yet, I’m sorry. I have been emailed by some posties and I am adding you back. My plan was to work on the site tomorrow. Today has been a bang up day to say the least. Now I’m all itchy like I’ve got shingles or something. No, I don’t have shingles I’m a drama queen.

I’m telling you it’s a food allergy. Something is making me very sick to my stomach, itchy, etc. It also could be the change in medication that I underwent a couple weeks ago. That would just suck too because I’d have to change again. Yay! Lucky I have a follow up appointment next week so I’ll discuss it with him, if it keeps happening I’m going to assume it’s not random and go early.

I was so sick yesterday, the two days before weren’t so bad. Last night I was not able to even lift my head. I haven’t been that sick in a long, long time. The fact that it goes away completely and then comes back at certain times makes me think it’s my medication. Today I just laid in bed while Sydney was at school because I was so worn down.  Then at about 3:00 my head started to ache again. I assume after dinner I’ll be hugging the toilet as that seems to be the pattern.

I have to laugh because alleged accusations that I am visiting anything but the toilet more than 20 times a day makes me piss myself. Once, twice at the most.

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I thought it would be funny to look up the word obsession and see what the actual meaning is. Why? I actually held off on posting this, but with recent blog entries being posted I thought it was fitting. Little did I know how insightful it would be! I guess the Hag Horde wasn’t so far off were they?

Obsession:

It is a Freudian belief that a person could have:

1. lacked proper gratification during one of the psychosexual stages of development, or
2. received too strong an impression from one of these stages, in which case the person’s personality would reflect that stage throughout adult life.

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So you ever wonder why a grown person would be so obsessed with something? I guess I can see if it’s Star Wars or something that has been around for years and years. But Transformers? I remember them being popular when I was a little girl. Then they disappeared. All of the sudden this movie comes out. Not unusual everything old is new again.

Then, next thing you know grown men are completely bat shit obsessed with it. They count down the days til it comes out in the theaters, they count down the days til it is on video and they can rush out and buy a copy. Guys, it’s not Harry Potter. I have heard of grown men getting the good and bad Transformers on them. I mean to each his own. I’d have to know the person as and individual to understand the tattoo reasoning. For the most part, the loser that sits on the computer with no life raving about Transformers is just well, a loser.

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So I loaded Sydney up and went to The Walmart. It was raining. You know this is going to end in a great dramatic story right? We purchased several things for her bedroom. When I say several I mean comforter in a huge plastic bag that comforters usually are packaged in. A spiral thing that hands from the ceiling, wallpaper border, huge hanging rack for clothing that has Princesses on it, Disney Princess night light shaped like a carriage. That’s just what I remember.

By the time we got to the store it was really pouring and it’s hard to use an umbrella with a four year old. I also wear the longest jeans I can possibly find and Walmart refused to pave in a way that the water actually runs off the lot so I was soaked and cursing the world under my breath. We shopped for almost an hour and the older lady who was attempting to bag the comforter just went Huh uh, oh, uh sigh. I said you can leave that out of a bag it’s in a plastic protective casing. It’s not going to get wet. She said well I don’t think it will fit in one anyway.

From there I walked right out of that very first 20 item or less isle and attempted to go out the door. Halfway through that little cart area I started to get my umbrella to hold over Sydney’s head while she sat in the cart. I was just going to get even more wet, but we were headed home so who cares? The old lady sitting at the chair handing out smiley face stickers and checking receipts for returns goes HEY!

I turn around and am like me? Yeah You, I AM GOING TO NEED TO SEE YOUR RECEIPT. She’s yelling at me. I say BIG SIGH OK? Look in my purse, it’s not there. I say of course it’s not in my purse. Sydney is giving her the evil eye and muttering, we paid, we paid it’s raining and we paid. Eventually Sydney will pick up on this action of mine as well and start to repeat it like this…we paid, we paid, it’s raining and we paid you idiot. Sounds like RainMan huh?

So as I look through all the bags that contained everything else I find the receipt. She looks it over. It was like $100.00 receipt. She could have easily told from my bags and the comforter that this was pretty much right on. I mean despite the fact that it said children’s bedding on the receipt, but hey who am I to ask her to actually read it. I guess she was waiting for it to jump off the piece of paper and go Hello Old Lady I am the comforter. She paid for me. You sat there and looked at them the whole time while they were paying because the kid was going I want to swipe the card, I want to sign your name. So what’s your problem biatch?

So I think ok let’s go. Nope. She starts to question me. And she just didn’t put it in a bag huh? No, she didn’t. It was too big. So she didn’t put it in a bag? NO SHE COULD NOT PHYSICALLY GET IT IN THERE AND IT IS IN PLASTIC ANYHOW SO WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL??? It’s on the receipt right? I guess. Uh you guess or you are a moron? I mean cause it’s on there, if not call the police, please call them. I’d like them to question Sydney because I’m sure they need to take time out of their crime fighting day and listen to how Lenny poops and eats it. Please call them.

She let me go, I was cursing under my breath again. Sydney was looking at her like she was dumb. I vowed to everyone that from now on if the great WalMart employees want to stop me they can do so, by getting their fat butts off the chair and putting those orthopedic shoes to work. Come after me. I’m not stealing. I mean come on the last time I stole something I was a stupid teenager trying to see if I could get away with it, I have money now I have no use for a five finger discount.

Before anyone gives me crap for stealing while in high school, Right Of Passage. That’s all I’m saying.

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You ever just sit back and wonder why people do the things they do? Why they turn to the internet to get their kicks? I witness this daily with a select group of individuals. I honestly have theories on it. One of them picks on people online because he has issues with women and children, the children issue comes from a mommy complex. That’s what happens when mommy gives you up and you can’t find her, and you want to so bad because your adopted life sucked too.

He doesn’t have the courage to talk to women this way in real life. In fact he’s ruled by them. He’s on a tight leash and if the wife finds out how he behaves she’ll leave him. The truth is nobody knows how he is. He is the extreme opposite in real life, proclaiming to be a great person and *shudder* even a Christian.

If the wife ever found all this out and left him he’d spend his days only leaving the house to see if his check was in the mailbox and going to the store for more beer and cigs, twinkies possibly. He’ll likely look at internet porn all day because those are the only women who cannot reject him. They don’t know him, and will never talk to him. Christmas for him will come in the form of ordering from Victoria’s Secret with a girls name and then “trying” on the clothing. It’s just a way to get closer to mommy and what she might have been thinking.

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