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I am, after all, a professional, and I'm also jealous I don't get any pork shoulder this year for Thanksgiving.

Guess what my mom requested I make for Thanksgiving this year?

Ho ho!  All is not well in the Swamp Yankee Occupied Zone.

Swamp Yankee? That sounds dangerous and undead

ask a doctor, not random people on the internet

Haven't got a doctor, I'm too poor. :/

Damn.


Does anyone think he's okay to go down for a nap? It's his nap time, but he hit his head pretty hard.

[You always have to have an exit strategy.]

You always have to have an exit strategy.  You need a bag with a couple changes of clothing for you and your child.  Birth certificates, social security cards, shot records for you child.  A passport if you have one.  Any extra money you can stash away.  Bus schedules, local shelter numbers, a pay as you go cell phone that is ready to activate.  

I'll remember that.

I am, after all, a professional, and I'm also jealous I don't get any pork shoulder this year for Thanksgiving.

Guess what my mom requested I make for Thanksgiving this year?

Pork shoulder?

Let her cry. Let her feel bad. In fact, make her feel WORSE.

Have that exit strategy, and then pull the, "You're terrible grandparents and I hope my son doesn't grow up to hate you" card. Watch their heads implode.

Ah, but I couldn't do that, and there was a rant in me yesterday that didn't get out cuz I wasn't near a computer when the words were flowing through my head that explains why. I'll have to try and get that down, too...

Even if I did have the exit strategy.

Actual domestic violence is one thing I've never had to deal with, I'm glad to say.

I know that standing up for myself will only result in a) my mom breaking down in tears, because I made her feel bad, b) my mom AND my dad going absolutely batshit berserk and it WILL start a shouting match, or c) they go batshit berserk first and then my mom cries. And then I get threatened with getting kicked out. And then I buckle, because I don't have any kind of survival ability. I know these things from when I was still just a teenager, but I think maybe I might not buckle because I was even more sheeplike then than I am now.

I'm not sure whether to be relieved that this is normal, or resigned cuz I have another year and more of this to go.

My poor little guy. He's had a really bad week, and so far it hasn't ended. Last Tuesday he got a fever that he didn't get over until yesterday, but it went down over the weekend. Sunday, he fell off a high barstool. Yesterday, he fell in the fountain in the backyard, and then he got a poke and a prod in the ER for his rash. Today, he fell off the back of a chair and hit his ear and head on the printer table right next to it on the way down. I'm lucky that dice makes everything better...

I luffles you all...

Pffft.  The world's full of assholes.  Sometimes it's nice to do something nice for someone who isn't an asshole.

Perhaps, but that only makes it more appreciable.

  I luffles you all...

A friend of mine says that the waiting list for the DES ones, dunno if they're the same, is a year long. And my mom is going to talk to my grandma about using some policy thing that was supposed to be for education to go towards a car. She thought it was a 20 year policy, so there may be some money in there.

And lets not forget, my mom won't watch him all the time if I manage to snag a full time job.

My son has a rash. It has been spreading across his body alarmingly fo the past day, and caused me some concern. After my mom got home from eating lunch with a friend (and in the privacy in my mind when I found out, I asked, "You have a friend?") I asked her to take me to an emergency clinic. Despite its name, they do NOT accept walk-in patients. As I was finding this out and preparing to leave, TGRR called me to say that my son had called him this morning, and he was making sure that I got my phone back. I mentioned that he had a terrible rash, and he advised me to get him checked out as soon as possible, good enough advice for any symptom with no obvious cause. It turned out to be caused by a virus, and there's nothing they can do except wait it out, so the trip to the ER was informative, but still rather expensive for my broke ass. My mom and I returned home to find their new dog had got into my room and chewed some things up, and had got up on the table and eaten my son's newest pair of shoes (replacements for the ones she chewed up before).

After my dad got home later on, I could hear her bitching about how I thought she knew nothing (she never offered me advice on what to do, and after we left the hosptial she even said that it could have been something), and how I'd never get as much money from my ex for child support as I 'was led to believe' (she's never even had to deal with such things, nor has she, to my knowledge anyway, done any research on the subject), and how 'not smart' I am (my dad replied, "She's stupid!") and a whole lot of other ridiculous nonsense.

Where do they get off? I mean, really? What gives them the right to say nasty things in a voice loud enough to tell half the city what they think, especially about people they don't know? I am including myself in this category, because they don't really know anything about me, and this suits me fine. I mean, sure, its probably very stressful on them for me to move back in with no job or other income, but why does she have to get all melodramatic? "Ohhhh, I just want my life to end!" Direct quote. "I can't afford to keep doing this!" After finding what her stupid dog had done, and aimed at me, I could just tell. It's her fucking dog, maybe she ought to train the stupid idiot, or keep her outside, or put her in a crate when nobody ss home, instead of blaming me for everything.

And it's like this almost every day.  I am getting so sick of this shit, and I have nowhere else to go. Well, One thought that keeps rolling around in  my mind is, "You want your life to end? That can be arranged."

Coco puffs and grape juice. It may be just this particular grape juice, it's made by Welch's and it's for toddlers and young children. Got "Brain Development" on the front. My son has a cold and can't have milk right now, so I gave him dry cereal, and he dumped in his grape juice. And he kept eating it.

This is really good, and I actually got this from my first ex.

Ground beef
Condensed cream of mushroom soup (as many cans as pounds of ground beef you are using [2 cans to 2 pounds])
1/2 as much milk as you would be using making the soup for real (1 can milk per 2 cans soup)
Rice (1 cup per 2 lbs meat)

Cook up ground beef. Don't forget to season well. Add cream of mushroom soup and milk. Let simmer on low for a while. The longer you do so, the better the taste will devolop. Stir frequently, so it won't burn. Cook rice and add just before serving. Enjoy!