Well it's like in the Wizard of Oz when them flying monkeys (in the Haunted Forest...so - i'd turn back if i were you!) tore into the Scarecrow and threw one leg over there and his arm over there and well...that's him all over.
My blogging capabilities/post options are all in a funky row - somewhere else. Huh?
my whole layout chingadero has Changed. Yahoo switched to Beta too, so my e-mail looks just as weird. Everything is not as it once was. something to do with the java script que la fregada. But i'm still plodding along. And I'm even trying to talk Happy into a switcherooney for tonite: with me gettin her lapwarmer flat Black portable and she gets the more grounded albeit klutzy klunker komputer as i still haven't gotten the tower and the 18pack of Bud to my computer guy.... i tell ya i'm the one of the Best procrastinators out there.
A lot has been happening here in my mind and in Nipomo. My drunk-ass brother shows up every Morning before we leave for The Bus! ...as he sleeps in one of the junker trucks parked in the side yard. Poor guy. He's all dirty and extremely hung over and today had weeds in his hair. It's just too trifling for me so i escape w/Pop-pops into my room with the snakes and leave my mom to enjoy his visits and give him the 5th degree about why and what's the stuff he's got stuck in his drunk ass hair....i give up. It's very hard to reconcile the sorry/sheepish dude who just slept out in a rustbucket in the yard with the obnoxious loudmouth yelling at me to, "lock the door, you stupid bitch, I don't Care!" As far as drunken tirades go: his are pretty destructive. My bigger kids have no respect for him. Zero tolerance. My little guy Pop-pops who doesn't know any better: always sweet and (i'm kinda glad just cause i don't think most people are)he's always cheerful and greets him with a welcoming, "hi Tio!" In return, my brother brings him dirty old used toys (one time a sorry-ass looked like it had been floating in an oily puddle semi-flat plastic purple ball) and my mom washes them in the sink... she says it's the thought that counts and i'm thinkin': that's sad. especially for my mom. Pop-pops actually played with the ball after she wiped it down with hot soapy water.
Also too:
Dewbug Daycare has too many special needs kids! Being so new at this, I don't know how we got into the special needs arena...but it seems like we are some sort of magnet for behavioral problems (including slight to moderate autism) and now we have a beautiful 4 yr old girl who is completely deaf. She's wild, too. Danielle is playing the part of Annie Sullivan. I know some sign language and we connected/kinda bonded over glitter & glue on that silent artsy fartsy level that needs no words. We even taught each other the sign [language] for Sunglasses.
She's very smart and incredibly demanding attention-wise, it's almost impossible to keep up w/her. She also likes to beat up the other kids. A hellion But i kinda like her (and am silently rooting for her) Her sign language name is a V (like a 2 fingered peace sign on the forehead) trailing down to mimic long hair. I hope we are able to keep (up with) her. The Sign Language Interpreter @ Headstart (preschool) told us she has been Really improving since we've had her at Dewbug Daycare, (yay!)so there's that.
And here's a doozie:
My blogging capabilities/post options are all in a funky row - somewhere else. Huh?
my whole layout chingadero has Changed. Yahoo switched to Beta too, so my e-mail looks just as weird. Everything is not as it once was. something to do with the java script que la fregada. But i'm still plodding along. And I'm even trying to talk Happy into a switcherooney for tonite: with me gettin her lapwarmer flat Black portable and she gets the more grounded albeit klutzy klunker komputer as i still haven't gotten the tower and the 18pack of Bud to my computer guy.... i tell ya i'm the one of the Best procrastinators out there.
A lot has been happening here in my mind and in Nipomo. My drunk-ass brother shows up every Morning before we leave for The Bus! ...as he sleeps in one of the junker trucks parked in the side yard. Poor guy. He's all dirty and extremely hung over and today had weeds in his hair. It's just too trifling for me so i escape w/Pop-pops into my room with the snakes and leave my mom to enjoy his visits and give him the 5th degree about why and what's the stuff he's got stuck in his drunk ass hair....i give up. It's very hard to reconcile the sorry/sheepish dude who just slept out in a rustbucket in the yard with the obnoxious loudmouth yelling at me to, "lock the door, you stupid bitch, I don't Care!" As far as drunken tirades go: his are pretty destructive. My bigger kids have no respect for him. Zero tolerance. My little guy Pop-pops who doesn't know any better: always sweet and (i'm kinda glad just cause i don't think most people are)he's always cheerful and greets him with a welcoming, "hi Tio!" In return, my brother brings him dirty old used toys (one time a sorry-ass looked like it had been floating in an oily puddle semi-flat plastic purple ball) and my mom washes them in the sink... she says it's the thought that counts and i'm thinkin': that's sad. especially for my mom. Pop-pops actually played with the ball after she wiped it down with hot soapy water.
Also too:
Dewbug Daycare has too many special needs kids! Being so new at this, I don't know how we got into the special needs arena...but it seems like we are some sort of magnet for behavioral problems (including slight to moderate autism) and now we have a beautiful 4 yr old girl who is completely deaf. She's wild, too. Danielle is playing the part of Annie Sullivan. I know some sign language and we connected/kinda bonded over glitter & glue on that silent artsy fartsy level that needs no words. We even taught each other the sign [language] for Sunglasses.
She's very smart and incredibly demanding attention-wise, it's almost impossible to keep up w/her. She also likes to beat up the other kids. A hellion But i kinda like her (and am silently rooting for her) Her sign language name is a V (like a 2 fingered peace sign on the forehead) trailing down to mimic long hair. I hope we are able to keep (up with) her. The Sign Language Interpreter @ Headstart (preschool) told us she has been Really improving since we've had her at Dewbug Daycare, (yay!)so there's that.And here's a doozie:
I've been touched by fricken Angels! For real. I'm reading a book by Sylvia Brown whom I Luv. She's a smokey voiced no-nonsense psychic. I feel kinda ghetto for liking her so much but ina GhettoFabulous kinda way. So this book is All about Angels. The sappiest kind. Sentimental & Foofy with wings, the ones that save people from car wrecks (w/trains!) and protect little children. THOSe kinds of angels. And I'm just the gullible type a girl to buy into that shit. Hook line & Sinker. I have even spotted a few on the bus! 
(that's "angelic" on the older gentleman cholo's balded head)
This angelic lookin' homie smiled @ me like he knew me. I made a silly decision to only read the angel book while on the bus which is working out amazingly...so he sits down in front of me and i took a couple of sureptitious pix...as he just happens to have what it is i'm reading about Tattooed on his pelon pate! Yep, i am as crazy as you thought i was. I'm even thinkin' just Maybe some Christmas Angels will float on down to Nipomo and pay me a visit and then: my holidays won't suck. Who knows, crazier things have been known to happen, right?
(that's "angelic" on the older gentleman cholo's balded head)This angelic lookin' homie smiled @ me like he knew me. I made a silly decision to only read the angel book while on the bus which is working out amazingly...so he sits down in front of me and i took a couple of sureptitious pix...as he just happens to have what it is i'm reading about Tattooed on his pelon pate! Yep, i am as crazy as you thought i was. I'm even thinkin' just Maybe some Christmas Angels will float on down to Nipomo and pay me a visit and then: my holidays won't suck. Who knows, crazier things have been known to happen, right?
