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AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
The ~!@#$#%%$^&& electrician said the power would be off, so I shut down the computer, as he said, only to have him come back, after i HAD shut it down, to tell me I didn't need to !!!!!!!! Took me 4 years to figure out how toget the Zone Alarm back on. Hope no virus snuck in. Sigh.
Now where was I ? Oh yes, the people came over, and I told the realator to leave a message with Frank, the mamager/trailer, to call me again because he had offered to give me advance money to pay off my bills, so that our credit report would be clear for the new home financing. (Whew-again!) Naturally, he didn't call back. Said bills have to be sent off in the next couple,-three days for the timing to work out. this bill, of course, prompt another nasty message.
While all this is going on, I am waiting for a call from Neal. Need to keep up on what is going on in Denver. Of course, HE doesn't call either! I call him, only to call him names because he is watching a movie and not paying attention. On my way out the door to the "Home" by this time.
Having not eaten all day, I haul my dinner into the bedroom, all set to watch T.V., when I notice the power off in part of the bedroom! While all those bad words were going on, Neal calls back. After 18 trips to the curcuit breaker, and him trying to talk me through it, I discover the power switch has been turned off! The realator did it. I then takes Neal another half hour or so toi talk me through restoring the VCR/DVD player settings. Then we have to talk about everything going on there.
At last, I think I am going to eat dinner. No then the Kid calls!!!! Of course, I was expecting her call, just not that late. Sigh,-again.
Finished eating at 10PM last nite, and got less than 6 hours of sleep. I am now ready to go! Sighing off!

Current Mood: crappy

The "Home"
I am so far overdue to arrive at the "Home" that now would be a very good time. Yesterday would put me there all by itself.
The day starts out calmly enough, just rushing around, cleaning the whole house.I had a feeling that we would get some people in here to look at the house.
This goes along with trying to unscrew the !@#$%^&* nuts on the !@#$%^&* back porch lite, to replace the burned out bulb, that burned out the minute Neal went to Denver.(Whew!)This requires standing on a footstool, while 400 mile per hour winds are blowing. No luck, but a LOT of bad words! Mother tries, no luck. More bad words. No porch lite that nite. No porch lite THE WHOLE TIME NEAL IS AWAY! The !@#$%^&* thing will NOT cooperate. We tried again, which caused me to want to rip it off the side of the house, and sail it to the Kids' for another birthday present!
In the meantime, I am calling the !~@#$%^&* manager/ trailer handeler for the 873rd time in a week. He ignores the calls, prompting me to leave a rather nasty message for him. The reader knows that it is NOT a good idea to PISS ME OFF!!! (which i told him in the message!) Well, that gets his attention and he finally calls, after a week. he also brings some people over to see the house, which I was expecting. DID NOT expect to have to wait in the car, with 150 degree weather, as always, while people look at the house.
O.K., I have just been told the the power will be off for a half hour I am not surprised. I will try to get back to this soon.

Current Mood: aggravated

BLETCH
Guess it's time for me to get to this. I have been so rapped up with the move that I have ignored most other things.
MY KID GAVE ME THE " Terrible,- dreaded, creeping, corroded, fogus, mungus, fungus,-( Amongst us) OVER THE PHONE!!!! If that doesn't call for a rant, I don't know what does! Why would she want to DO that?! EVIL!

Now on to the rant about the Federal Government, and, Tricare! Tried to make an appointment the other day at the clinic, for some routine stuff, only to be told that I don't have Tricare Prime, and therefore couldn't make an appt. "What the ~!@#$%^&* do you mean I don't have Prime??!!" "No, only your husband has Prime, you have Standard" "No, you are wrong. I have paid my bill and everything is up to date. As a matter of fact, they just cashed my most recent check the other day."
Lady spends one and a half months on the phone, comes back and says,- " Nope, you were cut off in Jan, of 2005!!!!" This prompted many, many bad words and Neal throwing himself around the office. "What the ~!@#$%^&* is going on around here?!" It seems as tho because I get that little-bitty check for disability because of that dreaded Arthritis, I was supposed to sign up for Medicare, Part B, a year ago. Neal says,- "Why should she do that when she has Tricare?!" "Nope, she doesn't." Well the lady informs me that I have to go flying over to the Social Security office and sigh up for Part B RIGHT NOW!
WEll, the bad word just kept coming. The next day, I drag Mother with me, (Actually, she volunteered to go) over to the SS office ( knowing I would much rather have another kid or a root canal) and we wait for 5 and a half months. Got signed up for it, but because I didn't enroll for it when I was supposed to, a 10% penalty will be taken out of my check, forever, as well a the cost of the Part B, reducing said check for almost a hundred a month. I tried to get out of this penalty by telling them that nobody had warned me that I was being cut off of Tricare, AND that they continued to take my money the whole time. The people a SS were not impressed. Adding all this insult to injury, I am not covered by Part B till July!
I could still be seen by a civilian DR, but would have to fork over a nice co pay, etc. All this has decided me that I need to sue everyone on Earth, and I just might do it! The lady at the clinic even says I should. Looks like I am not the only one this has happened to, and people are mad as Hell! Neal is going to go get our money back for the over-payment as soon as he is finished with this job. He is going to raise the roof with the TriCare people while he is at it. Good!
Guess that's enough ranting for now. Got to get back to the move thing. Does everyone know that we are going to CT instead of RI ?? Yep, and I think I have found the Mobile Home up there that we will buy. * rooms, and only $94,000! Pretty new too. It's a year-2000. Gotta go. L

Current Mood: annoyed

Moving
As everyone knows by now, we are going to move soon. The problem is, we have to sell this house first. (growl) I don't know how much longer I can take this place. It is hot, and dry, AGAIN! Another Santa Ana. DEEP, ABIDING, HATRED!!!! Just a couple days ago, it was in the 90's! Not only that, but it lasted for several days. !@#$%^&*<>?"! Isn't this supposed to be WINTER???? Thought so.
I think it is affecting Neal too. ( I remembered his name again!) The other day he came staggering in here, half dead, from work. The commute really is evil. I thought I would tell him something that would get his mind off of traffic, so I told him that the "McClusky", his former ship, was here. He frantically looks around the house for it! I calm him by telling him that it is actuall not here in the house. Could see the relief on his face. He is out looking for another temp job now. The last assignment ended, so we'll see what condition he is in when he gets here.
Forgot to tell Kid that the rest of the birhtday presents are on the way, and not to open them, YET!
Well, back to the internet to scout more places to live.(Real good idea since we have broadened our search area to almost all of New England, and still are not sure where we are going!) Signing off.

Current Mood: anxious

FUR
Hmmmmmmmmmmm. The Kid has just suggested kniting a sweater for Grandma out of cat fur. Good idea since they seem to shed several yards of said fur per day. I will meditate upon it. We really do need to
"winterize" her. She has no winter clothes that would work back East. We have to find things for her that would let her live in the Yukon if she chose to. The reason for this is, my Mother thinks it's cold when it gets DOWN to 70!!!!
I still like her idea of wearing the cat itself around her neck, but the cat might have some comment to make about that. Humph.
By the time I get through with dressing her, there won't be an inch of space on her body that will be exposed to the cold. That's the way she want's it. Sigh.
She is grumbling about " Not being able to leave the house all Winter!" She will adjust, I think.
We have to get her gum-proof clothes too. Yes, gum-proof, The other night, she was sleeping, while sitting straight up,- and drooled out the gum she was chewing. Said gum landed on her arm. She said that she woke up and said-"!@#$%^&*!" Her arm was glued to her side. Not knowing what the hell was going on she said, again,- "!@#$%^&*!" After flying to the bathroom, while still cussing, she discovered that rubbing alcohol would remove the offending gum. All is well.
Now I better get back to meditating on which cat to knit. I can't ever remember their names. Should number them. I called one of them "Charlotte" the other day. Sigh, again. Signing off.

Current Mood: confused

News
Hi all. Jeeeeeze! I didn't realize it had been so long since I had been on here. Must correct that.

Big news! WE ARE MOVING BACK EAST!!!! ALL OF US!!!! Yep, the house is going on the market tomorrow. We are going to move to Rhode Island, probably around the area of Newport or Middletown, They are where the Navy base is and we want to be close to it, of course. Rhode Island looks beautiful to us, and it is the state that I most want to be.
My Mother fought this move (for herself,) tooth and nail. We had a few pretty good battles over her coming with us. She absolutely REFUSED to leave California. I finally gave up.
Neal took her around town looking for apts the other day and she actually sighned up for one. Everyone kept pointing out that she would be miserable living alone, but it did no good. I was losing alot of sleep worring about her also.

And then, out of the clear blue sky, she CHANGED HER MIND!!!! What a relief!! She is saying that she knows that she will hate the weather,-(she hates the cold and the humidity) but realizes that she can't live alone. Too lonely. She is, however Horn, mumbling that she will have to start wearing the CAT around her nect to keep warm! We are amused!
Well, we'll see what everyone says about this startling news. Gotta get busy. Signing out.

Current Mood: happy

????!!!!
Saturday.Humph. I don't usually write on weekends, but this is one for the books!
I had Neal out doing a thousand chores while I wrapped presents, fed the cats, took a shower, made the bed, put dishes away, etc., etc. While he gets home with all these groceries and everything else on Earth, I was trying to order an end table on the computer for my Mother, WHILE putting away said groceries, and EVERYTHING ELSE ON EARTH.
O.K., back to the computer. We all take a look at what the web sites have and found one that Mama likes. Neal is hyper, running around with his tape measure, making sure said end table will fit in Mama's room. He gets more and more hyper,- causing ME to get more and more hyper.
Poor baby is getting deef(not deaf) all the time, so his voice gets louder and louder.
We finally all sit down at the computer to finish this order. Neal is still loud and hyper.
I get a little excited and try to call him a dick-head. (Normal)
What I call him instead,-is,- are you all ready for this????....I call him a ZIP CODE!!!!
Yes that's exactly what I did. It caused Mother to fall off her chair, and Neal himself to laugh and get even MORE hyper. He said.... "I RESEMBLE THAT!!!!" He then tells me that I have to go to the "HOME" Yep. I think he is right. Signing off

Current Mood: crazy

EVIL
TRA-LA-LA-LA-LA. Not bored. Playing with this fool machine is amusing,- if, it simply,-COOPERATES!
It has been pretty-well behaved lately, so I will give it some attention. Or,- should I blame "IT" for all typo's, stupidity, malfunctions, and global warming????
Yes, Glabal Warming is a very serious subject. Maybe that is why it has only rained about a hair of an inch in this whole (HAHA) rainy season. *Sarcasim oozing* I think it's time for a genuine rant.
Another day in sunny San Diego. 65 degrees,- again,- in the middle of December! What's wrong with this picture??!! Isn't it supposed to be cold and snowing?? Oh no, not here. Every day is the same. For anyone who is interested in being a weather-person,- do it in San Diego. Free money! They get so bored, they run stories of cats, trash trucks, Which frog can jump the highest, and, the ever popular,- GLOBAL WARMING!
People continue to flock here, causing our !@#$%^&* traffic problem to get VERY much worse. The housing prices are laughable.(one half of a square foot of land would sell for $42,000,000.)
Wash your car, run into the house to get a soda, rush back outside, and have to wash it again! The problem is Santa Ana winds. "Devil Winds!" Is it really supposed to be 90 degrees on Xmas day??!! No change of season to look forward to here. (It's always summer!) I know a lot of people like that idea. I AM NOT ONE OF THEM! O.K., rant is over with. I feel better now. I better go check on the plastic bags. Kid is scared of what they are going to do out there. Don't blame her. She is also worried about hers now. She must understand that there is no stopping them! The only thing you can do, is just wait till they mate and mutate, then,- KILL THEM!!!! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! Jeeze! I REALLY feel better now!! Signing off.

Current Mood: devious

Going
URGH!
It was time for the every half century job of cleaning out junk drawers!
Blafggt!
Things in there from the year 1802 and back. Hate that job. Can't ever figure out what to keep and what to toss. Seriously considered tossing the drawers themselves, but decided that it would look pretty stupid with empty spaces.
After another quick trip to the "HOME', I decided it was time to pack up another box for the kids- with some of this stuff. What on Earth they are going to do with said stuff, remains to be seen. Now, because they BOTH decided to have their birthdays a month after Xmas,- this will neccesatate (how the hell so you spell THAT?) (Yes, I know,- "THAT") even more boxes being sent. They need more shelves, and we need more plastic bags! Who would have thunk it?! This family had more bags than anyone on Earth. Zillions. They were trying to take over the room they are stored in, causing me to get scared. (Visions of THEM causing it) Leaving them alone in there at nite causes mass mating, and then, baby bags. After using said bags for packing material, their numbers have dwindled, considerably. Most peaple would consider that a good excuse to go shopping to get more bags, but not me. Oh no. I know that THEY are out there, milling aroung with these Xmas shoppers,- waiting to suck the shoppers up into their ships. I am too smart for THEM. I will simply wait and keep an eye on the bags. Gonna catch em on of these days!

Current Mood: accomplished

GOTTA CATCH EM!
This house has been infiltrated. BY THEM!!!! I am sure of it. It's the cat we call Flakey.
It was born in this house, right about the time all the things were going on with the Kid and the Footbutt. I was so distracted, that I didn't pay any attention to who Flakey's mother mated with.We know how nutty the Mother was, but as to the Father, HHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!! It had to be one of THEM.
This cat,( of course we know it's not really a cat!) has the thing about water,- which anyone who has been watching the T.V. show "Invasion", knows that THEY love water.
Anytime we get ice out of the icemaker, this cat(?) comes running from 20 miles away. Expect us to launch a cube into the sink for her. Stares at said cube for as long as it takes cube to melt. Cat looks like It's petrified. The sink also has a slow drip, which puts this thing in a deep trance. We could push her right on to the floor, or into said sink if we were evil. (Grin,-cackle) The back yard hose is pure bliss, causing me to water this cat many times. Couldn't resist! (Another cackle)
My poor Mother tries to brush her teeth, with a cat trying to help. ( Want's her to hurry up and put the brush away and leave the water running.) How many times have we searched for this aminal(?), only to find it in the --------
BATHTUB! I know it would slide under the water and breathe if we would let it. Staring into the toilet provides hours of entertainment. I also don't mind playing tennis with this fool providing it doesn't do it for too long.) This tennis game involves me throwing a cube into the sink for her. Cube never reaches the sink because she reaches out and bats it clear across the room. Ice cube shatters into several pieces, causing joy for aminal, and bad words for me.
I have to let this creature stay amongst us, because we all love it. Especially my Mother. (More about this aminal's antics later)
Even tho we love it, I am going to keep a close eye on it. I KNOW it is one of THEM. Signing off.

Current Mood: contemplative

Alarm
Again with the harrassment.
Today it was with real, live PEOPLE! No, THEY are not involved. Or are THEY? (*Cackle and grin with glee*)Still trying to get over the singing, cussing, unfolding bread dough, I was calmly sitting at the bar. Knock, knock, knock.
Two policepeople stand at the door. ( Luckily, that is the evil door that used to stick but is o.k. now. I wouldn't want to fling cops into the next yard!)
Trembling,- I say,- "Yes?" The very pretty, young female says, "Your alarm went off."
Me,- "HUH?"
Female cop,- henceforth known as F.C (As opposed to F.B.,- who we all know and love!) I digress.
F.C,- "Your alarm went off"
Me,- "We don't have an alarm.
F.C. "Yes you do."
Me,- "No, trust me, we DO NOT have an alarm."
Male cop,- henceforth known as M.C.,- says, ( very irritated-ly) " is this space 20?"
Me,- "Yes.)
M.C.scowls at me. I am scared, thinking, that he is probably thinking, that I am trying to cover up someone ringing their medical alarm.
F.C. "O.K., thanks. Sorry to bother you." I can tell that they are still suspicious, but they go back to their car. They don't leave
After another very quick trip to the "HOME",- the door knocks AGAIN!
THEY'RE BAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
M.C.,- " What's your last name?
Me- "Horn"
M.C. (As he is walking away,) "Oh it's not you guys then." Damn! Didn't I try to tell them that??!! After much silent cussing,- and with a very pleasant grin on my face,- I bellow at them,- "YOU GUYS SCARED Me!!!!"
They mumble something about fixing the problem so it doesn't happen again, and leave. They should not scare someone who has a kid in the military,- 92,000 miles away,- and a husband who works 35 miles away (who is also WAY overdue having the triplets!) (LOVE YOU HONEY! *Another cackle*)
Signing off, except to give thanks to Delentoo, and Kid, and F.B. for their much-appreciated remarks, Hi to all! ( I tried to go on Delentoo's journal, to see if she had written anything lately. Footbutt's too.It won't let me, so I will attempt again later.( Of course that's assuming I CAN figure it out! ( More bad words about Evil machines!)

Current Mood: distressed

ALIVE!!!!
I'M baaaaaaaakkkkkk!!!!!!!! HEEEEEEHEEEEEHHEEEEEHHHEEEEEEE!
Nothing to report for a few days. Now, I have been harrassed again. Must vent.

Dread dough tried to GET ME!!!!!! Scared. Mad. Irate. Pissed off. Cranky. Aggravated. Flustered. Not happy. And,---- NOT AMUSED!!!! (I guess that pretty well covers it!!!!)

I have very sucessfully made bread from scratch several times. It reminds me of the Kid. (plus, it's mighty good to eat! (Duh)

Not this time!!!! Oh no. It actually tried to attack me! Damn stuff is really alive, (The yeast) and it proved it.

I very innocently put the ingredients together with my trusty mixer, and that's when the trouble started.

This stuff is supposed to come out of the mixer in a nice, soft ball. Right. Mine came out as a cross between the Sahara Desert, and an ALIVE, unfolding map. "!@#$%^&*" I said. "!@#$%^&*" IT SAID! No amount of coaxing could get it into a ball. Layers of play dough.
OH YEAH!!!!???? I mightily throw it into the trash can. It says,-"PSTHERFT!",- and unfolds itself! O.k., by now I am scared, and pissed off. Retrieve it out of the can. Decide to mold things out of it. Make a nice little bust of THEM with it. *LAUGH HEARTILY.* Right before my eyes, it says "PSTHERFT" again. Gently unfolds. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! Now, I am REALLY scared! I pound it into a flat, leathery rectangle, and fold it nicely. Pound it some more. It unfolds, and stays right where it is, despite my efforts to launch it into the stratosphere. EEEEEEEEEEEEEkkkkkkkkkK! I tell it that it is STUPID for looking like a map, and not rising (except, of course, when IT wants to.) It then asks me WHO is stupid? "IT" is not tossing silly putty into the air and cussing! THAT DID IT! I hold it in the air and let it hang down in strips, roll it up, and toss it in the can again. It unfolds. I decide on another approach. I ignore it, and go humming down the hall, out of it's sight. I try to trick it by SNEAKING UP ON IT! No good It is in that can, singing, " I SHALL SURVIVE!"
After a quick trip to the "HOME", I put more trash on top of it and ignore the singing it is doing.Decide to try the whole bread making process again. Same recipe . Almost the same results. It wouldn't rise. After MANY, MANY, bad words, I bake it anyway. Ever seen a one inch high loaf of Italian Bread?! Utterly ridiculous! Tasted good. tho. My revenge! Signing off.

Current Mood: annoyed

Cats
Hi all.
TRA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA.
Bored.
Think I will report on the utter foolishness of my cats. 2 of them in paticular.
Fool One.- Cat,- defined actually as a small Dog. (It weighs 500 pounds,-so it must be a dog!) His (It's) name is Keeper, as you might have guessed.
It is afraid of everything. Clothes baskets, Pots and pans, cans, plates, glasses, brooms, mops, celery, telephones, flowers, and well, you get the idea. We have seen him get really excited only a few times, like when a strange cat comes into the house or yard. Then he turns into a Lion, and chases them into the next County.When he gets hollered at,-very rarely) he FLINGS himself at our feet. Very loving and good natured. The question is,- how can an animal that thinks most food is DIRTY weigh 500 pounds?? We have had him since he was born and are still confused by this. Right from the start, he would try to BURY all canned cat food,- scratching at the walls, dishwasher, washer, dryer, thin air, etc. ( Everything BUT the food itself!)
Well, knowing he WOULD eat dry food at least, I knew he would not starve, but felt sorry for him. Made the BIG mistake of giving him turkey, chicken. lunch meat, etc. I should'nt have done that. Now, he want's things like the baby bird (23 and a half pounds) we made for turkey day. i yell at him that the turkey is really supposed to be for US!! Sure, right. Flings himself at my feet, saying,-"How cute am I?? naturally, he got more turkey. Sigh. Just for good measure, he jumps up in my Mothers lap, demanding to be petted. He didn't care that there was already a cat IN her lap. Sat on it till it got down. Sigh. The cat that he sat on is another idiot. It WILL eat canned food, but NOT turked beef, etc.
Said other cat,-"FLAKEY" (Real name,-"SNOWFLAKE VAN HORN" ( HAD TO NAME IT THAT SINCE IT IS AN ALL BLACK CAT!!!!) is very, very weird. It pees on bathmats. Yes, just bathmats,-with the occasional piece of carpet thrown in. I yell at it, saying,- "What the !@#$%^&* is wrong with using you box????!!!! Or going outside, which it will do now when it feels like it. My poor Mother has to go without a mat in her bathroom because even if she waits 3 months, then sneaks the rug down on the bathroom floor, This IDIOT will pee on it.Very loving animal too. Just nuts. Most normal cats would play with Xmas ornaments on the tree, tear the tree down, etc. This one was sitting there looking at said tree and did none of the above. It took a mighty bite out of the tree itself. Why?? Sigh,- again.
Then there is "SHEILA". Mother to Keeper, and hater of Flakey, AND Keeper. She is the closest thing to a normal cat we have excpt for her need to beat up everyone else. This cat will stalk clear across the house, LOOKING. Ahhhhhh! "There is my son!!" Keeper is SOUND asleep. Sheila walks up to him,- and,- POW!! Smacks him awake, then trounces off. Hisses and spits at Flakey, of course, but likes to pick on her son the most. Sigh,- again,-again. More on these fools later. Time to get up and stretch,-everything. Sighing off.

Current Mood: bored

!@#$%^&* door
HHHHHhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gotcha you !@#$%^&* door!
It finally happened the other day. We could not get in, or out, that !@#$%^&* door. That did it! I went flying out the other door, around the house, to IT. Tried ripping it off it's hinges from the outside. All it did was say,-phtstht! NEENER, NEENER! THAT REALLY DID IT! I then proceded to rip the back steps backward and forward, trying to open said !@#$%^&* door in between. NOTHING. In the meantime, my Mother was trying to open it from the inside,- bouncing off it, and twirling through the kitchen farther each time. O.K., that's it. Because those back steps weigh several hundred pounds, I am getting pretty tired and sore at this point. Time to give up.
HE get's home. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! With a little effort, he opens that !@#$%^&* door. I suppose the reader knows, again, what kind of words that caused. He takes his trusty screw driver, and in a grand total of 10 minutes, has fixed that !@#$%^&* thing! More very bad words follow. Since he didn't want to cut an entire piece off the bottom of it, as I had been raving and ranting about, he figured he better do something else.
We have absolutely NO COMMENT on why he didn't do this several days earlier!
It is such a relief to just OPEN the door!
Now, however, there is another problem. We are so used to shoving and pushing the blasted thing, that Mother and I are pushing on it and flying out on to the porch and almost over the railing! Mother came in here the other day and said that she almost spun herself into the neighbors yard. HAHA! Sigh.
Well, that's it for now. HASTA-LA-BYE-BYE.

Current Mood: accomplished

Powers
Hi! I really should address the issue of the forthcoming Grandson, and any Powers he might get.
There is absolutely no doubt that he will have them.
First, we will consider his Mother. We all know about the things THEY have ingrained in her.
Next, we shall consider his Father. Hmmmmmmm. This one is iffy since we are not sure if THEY have gotten him yet. Considering the things that he likes to read and write, it seems to be a certainty.
Next, up,-his other Grandmother, sister, etc. They are very deeply emmeshed in Science Fiction, altho by now, after reading about all the things the Kid can do,) they have to know it's NOT fiction!
Next,----his 2 Grandfathers. The one that I am attached to is a sure thing. No doubt about it. he gets weirder, stranger, and more absentminded all the time. That is THEM playing with his mind. He, of course, blames Me for this behaviour. His other Grandfather, we can be sure, is not iffy at all. THEY have so invaded his mind, that he is convinced that the Air Force is the best branch of the Military! THEY like all things that can fly, of course!)
Me, THEY are deathly afraid of, so that makes one no.
Considering all these yesses, and only one no, there can be no doubt that the Grandkid will be one to watch out for.
Well, I guess it's time for me to go back to sweet talking that !@#$%^&* door. I am now considering dynamite. Maybe a granade???? I may not be able to shove it open anyway, having just starched both my arms. Yes, cutting up 400 pounds of potatoes for tomorrow, in a sitting position, causes the starchy juice to run down said arms. We shall see.

Current Mood: busy

Worms
Hi all!
I am quite a bit calmer today. Completely ignoring that !@#$%^&* door, which gets worse every day. It might be Neal that flings it over the wall. He is not amused with it either. I almost knocked one of the cats unconcience with the blasted thing this morning. Poor fool was waiting patiently to be let in. After 1500 mighty shoves,- door flies open,- sending cat sailing in the general direction of Eastlake! Cat O.K. now, but using the OTHER door to come in and out!
Hope I don't have to worry about the Kid with gestational diabetes thing. I will ignore it. Poor Kid is already ready to go to the "HOME" what with general office "moronery", people trying to steal "stupid gas," papers walking off, tripping over desks, and, of course, GUMMY BEAR thievery! Did you get 'em Kid?
I think that the Kid is going senile too.
Me.... Hey Kid? What do you want for your Birthday?
Kid.... A crock pot.
Me....A crock pot?
Kid....crock pot-,noun,- cooking vessel. Ceramic. Electric. Removable inside vessel used for slow cooking.
Me....SHUT UP KID!
Kid.... But Mommy,- I need a Crock pot!
Me.... You already have one!
Kid....Huh?
Yes, don't you remember when we went to Walmart and you got it?
Kid....Um, uh, Sort of.
Kid.... Maybe it's in that closet we are both afraid to go near!
Me.... Uh,Huh. Should the FOOTBUTT clean the closet?
Kid.... Well, O.K.
We have always wondered what their house looks like. We should be very afraid if it is anything like their room here, and her room when she was growing up. Not an inch of floor space for her to get across to her bed. She always managed to do it tho. Quite simply,- levitate first, then propel yourself right into the bed. We now realize that it was one of the things THEY taught her. Sigh.
Tomorrow I should address the concerns that delenntoo (LJ) is having about the forthcoming Grandson having these powers also! Til then!

Current Mood: calm

!@#$%^&* Door
More Foolishness today. The !@#$%^&* door,(the one on the driveway side, Footbutt) has been sticking for quite a while. ALOT of sticking. The Dickhead (yes, he is back to that!) says that is because the house is shifting and needs to be releveled. Throws himself all around the house, bellowing about this. Mom and I know this but try to either change the subject, (it costs ALOT to relevel) or suggest another cause. This just makes him throw himself around some more. We thumb our noses at him when he is not looking, which is quite amusing to us, but probably noy a real smart thing to write about since I let him read these entries!
Anyway, back to said stupid door.

Thr first few times it stuck was not a problem. The next few started causing bad words. Now we are at the point of ripping it off the hinges! I will not let some !@#$%^&* innanimate object get the best of me. (The ladder should know this,- having been launched accross the yard when it pissed me off!) (126 feet ladder too! Not small!) Yes,I have the GREAT GIFT of exageration. Taught it to the Kid) Anyway, back, again, to this door. My Mother, a very small, dainty person, is having a VERY hard time with this door. She shoved it, hard, bounced off, and spun herself clear accross the kitchen! O.K., this will not do. I try to get door's attention next. Shove, shove, shove, SHOVE! Nothing. OH YEAH????!!!! I'll show you! Put hip against door. Another mighty shove and I fling myself, and the door clear out onto the porch. As I AM NOT a small, dainty person, this is some trick. This door means business. Flung it so hard the other day that I hurt that hip. (Have Arthritis in that hip) All that did was make me madder. Flung it and tore the bottom strip right off it. That will learn ya,- !@#$%^&*door!
One of these days, door is going over the wall, along with Neal, ladders, and anything else that makes me mad!
Just tried to make corrections in spelling after using spell check. It won't let me. It did yesterday, so just guess where this whole computer is going! Sighing off.

Current Mood: aggravated

THEM
Hi all.
Since it is at least 150 degrees here today, (Why?!) I will play here for a while.
It seems as tho the Kid's Mother-in-Law does not know the story of THEM getting the Kid several years ago.That is why the Kid sees letters and numbers in color, etc. They programed her to think she has this Synesthesia. I know better! That is also why she is able to do 40 things at once and never sit still. THEY didn't get to finish the experiments because they had to get her back here to stop ME from all the destruction I was doing to the city they had built right in our front yard! A real gruesome mess it was when I got done. They have been deathly afraid of me, (and rakes) ever since. These Aliens are not so smart either. They dared to try the same city building in the back yard here in San Diego. Hah! Out comes the rake again. Took care of that!
Coming across the country from N.H. to San Diego, we saw several of their installations, cleverly disguised as silos, barns, power plants, etc. The kid would get very nervous and start bellowing,- until she realized that I was in the car with her. I do worry, a little, about her now. She is over there in Ha- Wi- EE without me! Nah, she has all those big guys with BIG guns! With all the Army training she has had she probably doesn't NEED the big guys! I keep asking her if THEY had tried to get her again. So far, so good. The FOOTBUTT would try to protect her if they haven't gotten him!
They almost got me the other day, I must admit. I was sitting on the patio, very calmly enjoying all the work we had done. Looked up, and EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!! over the back wall they had built a city! Tall, colorful, Russian-style spires sticking up over the wall! It wasn't there a few minutes ago! Neal ( I remembered his name!) says that it was just one of those children's party jumpy things, but I had to convince him that THEY just WANTED us to think that! (He just doesn't get it! After a quick trip to ("THE HOME,") ( I go there alot!) I scoffed at THEM. The city went away a little while later. A couple of days later, THEY tried to get me again. STUPID, STUPID! Flew one of their craft right over this mobile home park, right over where I was standing, ( They are still looking for the kid) saw that it was me, smiling a very large smile at them, they hurried away. Never mess with an angry mother! Signing off.

Current Mood: accomplished

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, it has taken several days, and ALOT of bad words to get this thing started, so here goes. It better not erase my first entry like it did yesterday, or the whole computer is going out the window! I brought it in,- I can take it out!!!!
Anyway, on to more serious issues.
I have a BUG that is in love with me! Yes, a BUG.It started a few months ago when I was painting the outside of the house. Out of nowhere,- this giant, buzzing, very colorfol THING buzzed by my head. O.K., no big deal. HERE IT COMES AGAIN! And again. Now I am wondering what the hell is it, and what does it want with me?! It's a very uncoordinated bug too.(Reader will please forgive all typing and spelling errors.(Spelling must be one of the first things to go) Bug flies aroung my head,- not looking where he is going. WHAM! Slams right into the shed. Shakes it's head,and flies off. Next day,he is back. Buzzes me, then slams into the neighbors house, then the shed again. Flies off. Next day, more of the same. Now he is following me to the front yard. Slams right into the awning. Flies off. This is one hardy critter!More of this asinine foolishness, then he follows me to the side of the house and slams into the car. This thing is still able to fly off. Maybe it is one of the aliens that has been trying to get the Kid back for all these years. They got her once, in New Hampshire, did several experiments on her, then brought her back. This does explain ALOT about my wonderful Kid! More about these aliens later.
Since I know very little about these EVIL computers, I am still trying to figur out how to do many things in this journal. I have to ask Dickhead ( Sorry folks, that is the name he answers to. I believe I have forgotten his real name! It must be because of all the years of throwing Him out the window!!) how to correct alot of things. Hope it posts alright and makes sense.
I am going to call said Kid in a little while to make sure she has quite recovered for the noxious odors in her office. I was quite amused by that! Sighing off.

Current Mood: awake

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