Getting Ready

This flower is on my island in the kitchen.

I am excited, in a few more days.. Yay, Disney!! See.. if I behaved last year, I coulda went. This year... I behaved- now I get to go!! Yippie!! O kiss my a$$, say.. Really it's for Grandson. We told him as soon as he gets big enough to go, he'll be going. Us, big'ons... we will go on another 'Vacation' when Grandson is old enough to stay home with an adult.. maybe like the lady next door.. she is a Gongho Morman, and very strict.. ha ha ha.. see if Grandson can charm her to misdeeds.. ha ha ha..

Yesterday was all cool. We spent the day with my brother again.. you gotta know, they are something else.. makes me laugh.. I like hanging out with them..it's funny. Really, I just want to know more of my brother before he kicks it. At least I'd know who he really is. If he started to take care of himself now.. he would prolly live for another ten years.. the way he's going now.. on a slow plane.. maybe five, give or take. LMAO.. They had me laughing so hard I almost drove right into the fence.. They're something else.. (still chuckling).. Ahh yesterday morning, that was so stinkin funny. IF Grandson wasn't with us, we be all sitting in jail for beating everybody up. I just had to take it and move on... but I had to laugh afterwards.. it's stoopid!

We were talking like the old days.. it was cracklin' funny.. like.. Hey! Dats my blood, man. Blood meaning actual relations, not clan.. Clan is the bloodline.. Blood, was downright blood related. And all the other crap.. You had to be there kinda funny.. If I wrote everything down.. I bury myself wayy deep.. and I'm not setting myself up.. but heck, it's crazy.

This morning Grandson and I left early to buy hay.. I gave the loot to the man, told him how many I wanted.. went to town had breakfast, took care of the errands, and went home.. Hubby done pissed me off, I got after him.. and went to unload the hay.. and found out the fukken Sonofabitch ripped me off. I calmly told Grandson 'Let's go'... I drove all the way back to Kirtland, I saw he only had a few left.. I took picture of the bastard and his license plate. I hopped out of that truck and let him have it.. he said he was sorry and gave me the remaining hay.. I told him he was lucky I'm not making him pay for my gas and MY time.. Sorry sonofabitch!!

O'Hubby had the nerve to call, and insist I answer the damn phone.. I turned it off and drove home quietly.. Grandson knew I was totally twisted so he gave me a puppy stuff animal and a mustang car to cheer me up.. When we got back into Farmington, hubby drove by.. I didn't stop or anything.. I just drove.. I saw him turning around.. I just went home.. When we got home he came in within an hour.. This is where he always screw up, and he hasn't learned it yet... IT'S called LEAVE ME ALONE!! Follow the simple rule and your balls shall still be between your legs... Well... I pull my PTO to the max and kept my mouth shut and cringed.. kept my eyes normal.. and listened. I didn't say anything.. until he told Grandson he would go swimming with him when he got home... That's it.. I got after him again.. and he went swimming with him right then.. By the time they were finished swimming, I cooled down and really thought of it.. it's so stupid, the things he does wrong.. is he, like, liking it when he gets in trouble with me? Gawddamn!~

My brother called and some woman got on the phone and started asking me if I remembered her. She told me who she was.. 'GLO' from the 'Tsi Bit Ai Days'.. I told her I don't even wanna know her... She was a 'trading goods' fren back then.. til her and her bro tried to kick my a$$ over a pack of cigarettes.. I almost got kicked off the bus for that, it's a good thing the bus driver was my cousin. He told me if I keep fighting on the bus, I be walking home (that's like 13 miles). Well, during the fight we all lost our seats... so we all shared the same seat all the way home.. quietly too.. dumbasses.. I never saw her again since.. I read about her in the Newspaper, or maybe it was the book I saw her name in it.. yeah it's the book. The book is called "Monster Slayer" by Robert Scott. Anyway, she tried to be friendly.. but I wasn't.. so she gave the phone back to my brother.. I told my brother I had no interest in talking to her, and to watch it.. I heard her say something to him about wanting to talk to me again.. He told her to get her own fukken phone. Can't trust people like her.. they'll stab you in a heartbeat, or put you on the shitlist.

Well, I better get back to cleaning. O Grandson is awake now.. we got a lot of cleaning to do.. we have that housesitter coming.. phsh.. a lot of laundry.. egh.. hear I go.. I might loose some weight in this process..