Five year olds are not cute. They just aren’t cuddly and cute and play with Barbies and want their hair braided all the time. I’d love to think that my little girl was running around here with her hair in pigtails held up by corkers, perfectly pale pink painted toes and fingers, cute little outfit, just enough icing on her face to show she just helped mommy bake some cookies. All the while the house is pristine and smells of fresh baked goods.

No. Instead I’ve finally hit the wall where I stop asking her to clean her bedroom up, it’s been about 5 months now, and I start to do a thorough cleaning myself. The amount of things she has “hidden” amaze me. We have threatened this for some time now, we’re taking you down to minimal possessions if you don’t keep the room tidy. I’m not asking for Merry Maids type work, I’m asking for her to put things away after she plays with them at the end of the day and throw trash away. Instead what I get is a room that can’t be walked through and a child that wants to break everything she touches.

My best friend told her she needed to at least make a path so we didn’t get hurt walking to the bathroom. Then we had the conversation with her about if it didn’t get cleaned up we’d be getting rid of a lot of stuff. I’m almost ashamed to admit that my 5 year old has so many possessions that she has too many options. She wants to get it all out, and never put it back up. It’s time to get rid of some of it. It’s semi ridiculous.

Among the things I’m getting ready to throw out is one of those things that look like an entertainment center but under the tv slot has three drawers and to the side has a little closet. She pulled the drawer face off of one of them and was working on another and so it’s being trashed. I attempted to fix it and it went straight in the toilet when I started.

As much as I’d like to have the scenario going on in my house that I explained earlier I’m instead left a sweaty mess from cleaning and lugging pieces of furniture that are too big for me to handle out of the house. While taking a little break on the computer and venting it all out I’m hearing god knows what get kicked with a ball because we have to practice our soccer now don’t we! Calgon Take Me Away!!!!

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We had a pretty decent weekend here. Although, lots of drama took place. Friday we went to Old Granny’s house to clean the garage a little more and my mom came barreling out the door, sat on a bench, and started to cry. My aunt’s situation has really taken a toll on my mom. Unfortunately, my mom works with my uncle. My uncle isn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, never has been, has always worn on my mom’s nerves. Now, don’t get me wrong here. I don’t blame the girl in the situation, sure she sleeps with married men, but a married man has to be willing to sleep with her for it to happen. Who I do blame is my uncle. He’s a complete moron in so many ways and I frankly think he needs his man card taken away.

You don’t walk away from your family because life is stressful. He used several excuses, of which my favorite is that my cousin likes black guys. All in all she’s a pretty good kid, but she likes a guy who is half black and it’s been the bulk of tension for years now. Forget the fact that the girl he’s with has black kids. It’s all just stupid. He denies he ever cared about this and says he isn’t racist and the stupid girl just goes along with it. My bet is he’ll eventually call her child something or say it in front of the child and she’ll not care. What a world for that child to grow up in, at the trailer park.

This was just one of his excuses. He literally said, he had to have sex with the girl because of these things. Another one, my aunt is fat. Oh boy. Back to my mom. The girl was walking by the area where my mom works and trying to see her. She and my uncle were standing by the time clock waiting for my mom to clock out to try and get a glimpse of her. I mean, pardon me for offending anyone, but are they effing retarded? Talk about a great way to cause a hostile environment and lose your job. Hence, this girl is a cleaning lady who is outsourced from a cleaning company so she’ll be the first to get canned.

My other aunt and I have told my mom she has to distance herself, but as she says she is there looking at it all the time. It’s wearing on her nerves and my aunt’s constant calls are wearing on her nerves, she’s not sleeping. I’m hoping for a speedy divorce and ultimately that someone just kicks his ass and it will all be over with. I only say this because he’s now refused to see my cousins unless they come to the “other woman’s” house and visit him. It’s been 2 weeks for the love of Jesus. I didn’t meet my step mom for months after my mom and dad split up. You don’t throw that on someone. Of course I was a teenager. I just thought that was distasteful in every way. I mean they are your kids and your grandchild as well, and you are telling them you live in the trailer now and that’s where they can come visit you, complete with the girl you left their mother for. What a man.

Needless to say nothing gets accomplished on Friday. Saturday, my mom is on the phone telling me about my other cousin in the situation who has MAJOR problems and I’m watching soccer. I’ve unconsciously decided to block most of this out, which I tend to do in certain situations. I’m one of those people who can’t look back on a situation that happened and remember the details. My mom and dad split when I was 14, it was traumatic, it sucked for a very long time and when people ask me if I remember A, B, or C that happened I tend to not remember because I’ve blocked it out.  So while I’m on the phone with her I’m yelling Jesus! and What The Hell! and other things at the game and she thinks I’m talking about the situation. Hey, at least she thought I was listening!

Sydney was particularly whiny this weekend. Everything had to be a major battle. She lost something, she cried. She didn’t get to wear the exact color she wanted, she cried. Cried for a long, long time. Major meltdown at lunch on Friday because I would not let her sit beside my BFF.  She put a juice box on her dvd player and somehow got it all over everything. She’s excited about school and all the new clothes. Yippeee! School time is going to rock. Major changes for me having her gone all day long.

Of course Big Brother was on last night. I don’t like April. I’m working on not liking Libra if she doesn’t get away from April, who is a biatch. I capped the night off with the Espy awards in which Justin Timberlake was just freaking awesome. Becks and Posh were there. She looked miserable, he looked adorable. The Giants won everything. That sums it all up for you in case you never wanted to watch it in the first place or just missed it!

All in all the weekend rocked, but damn the drama! I’d take online drama any day over watching people’s lives get torn apart and seeing/hearing/living their drama.

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I’m listening to the local news as I cook lunch. There was a semi that was over turned somehow and spilled hundreds of precooked chickens all over the road. The newscaster says and surely there was a fowl smell to go along with it. He had to explain himself to the weatherman as the joke flopped big time. I couldn’t help but to laugh uncontrollably at daytime television as a whole. What a freaking joke it’s become.

Don’t expect to see me the rest of the week. Unless of course, major drama breaks out. I’ve got a lot going on web wise and non web wise. I’m finally getting to work on that other site I mentioned a while ago, want so badly to work on a layout for this site. Need to upload 100 photos from the zoo, etc. and formulate post about the zoo in which I tell you about my newly adopted giraffe friend. I’m cleaning out my grandmother’s garage for her and setting up tables so she can attempt to yard sale the 1,000 pieces of crap she has collected into her basement and garage in August.

At the end of the week I’ll be back to school shopping. I’m looking so forward to that. I get such a rush from clothes shopping I just can’t help myself. So please, keep your drama to a minimum this week so I don’t miss anything good!

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If nothing else in the past couple of days the people behind TheRealTGO have accomplished at least one thing. He’s dying to know who it is. He’s formulating theories on who it is, theories that make no sense at all. I also predicted that once someone made another site like this against him and I commented on it, Sarah would find her in and take it. This is how she rolls, but this time she’s going against all that she really seemed to have stood for. I find it so sickening that she’d go on about Political Correctness on his site of all sites. I was going to comment, but it was worthy of a post for me. Something that everyone needs to read, because it’s not a joke people.

PC is not a load of bullcrap Sarah. By posting that on his site you’re preaching to the wrong person. I can’t believe that you are on this site talking about this with a man who makes fun of mentally retarded, women, children, handicapped, etc. etc. Remember he is an equal opportunity offender? Remember? And remember just May 14th when you said this in Jenn’s comments?

Sarah
May 14, 2008 at 5:31am · link to comment

I know it must be infuriating, I’d be angry too. Surely you would be able to report this to his web host anyway? You could have him stop using your photographs under copyright. I am surprised his site is still up and running. Everyone is entitled to an opinion, but he does go over the top. I find his gay bashing vile.

Now you are basically condoning it? He is exactly why we need to make rules about being politically correct in this country. In this world! Yes in a perfect world everyone would be seen as equals in everyone’s eyes and we would not have to set rules in place to teach tolerance to make fuck ups like Mick treat them with the respect they need.

Does that mean that we need to change nursery rhymes to edit out the color of sheep? I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I’m appalled that you are on your site one day talking about how this person and that person doesn’t deserve to get payments from the government because they are trash and your husband has Cerebral Palsy and deserves it. Are you serious Sarah? Your husband is exactly why we need to make people be Politically Correct. Your husband is exactly what TGO is going on about all the time. He makes fun of people just like that all the damn time.

So you’re telling me that you honestly think that it’s a load of crap and you’d rather your husband be picked on and called gimp or retard by the likes of TGO? What a great life that would make for and with nobody to complain to because there were no rules set in place. No standards set fourth. Just because people are supposed to behave as adults does not always mean they do so. I find this entire subject very very sad and the only reason I said anything is because I do think you attempt to be “friendly” to TGO when everyone else is being shitty. I can’t honestly see you feeling that way for real knowing your real life situation. Knowing that you were just making those comments not too long ago about his behavior.

My thoughts are still the same, I am sticking to them: Ranee is a drama-mongering fish wife that needs to take a look in the mirror and look at her own life before she goes off on people.

Your thoughts remain the same on me. It’s good to know that you can formulate a thought and stick with it for a while, because you surely can’t when it comes to your thoughts of TGO. And do tell me this? Why am I almighty? You give me way more credit and apparently that means you still have that big old hard on for me huh, just as I suspected!

Now, with that said I’m really not in the mood for a weeks worth of going back and fourth with you. I just think that this all needed to be said. That’s all you’re going to hear from me. Reply if you want, your comments will be approved. Please don’t pretend I’m deleting any comments this time.

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Some things just blow your mind. One day you are chugging along thinking you know how normal people react to certain situations and then the next you are thrown into a freaking version of the Twilight Zone you never wake up from. You know kinda like when you find out someone from the same internet circle as you went to meet the nastiest creep on the net? Not because of what he does, but because he has no reason to do it. I’m flabbergasted by this entire thing.

Some things really escape me without logical answers, that I don’t think you could send me a logical answer to. Like why the kids were involved in this meeting? Why does TGO’s wife think that we are the ones with problems when her husband spends countless hours on the net combing it for this crap? Why in the hell did Cry’s husband let her meet him and take her kids along? He must be way out of tune with what is going on because if I even entertained that to Kevin he’d go completely off and set me straight. Not that I would entertain it. Lastly, I have to ask myself if the email Crys sent me from TGO was actually real. The one talking about is wife leaving him and all that stuff?

Onto real life. My mom was keeping a secret from me this week as to not destroy my perfect zoo day the other day. I contemplated not telling the details about this, and believe me I’m not telling the details, but I’m telling why I’m so upset. I’m worried about my cousin. Her father has always made a big deal about it if she dates a not white guy. It’s been a source of family tension for years now. Her dad just had an affair. The girl has three mixed children. On top of feeling the normal OMG my dad just cheated on my mom feelings, she also tries to make sense of him being a total hypocrite. I’m just feeling so sad for her right now and wondering how my family ever bounces back from this? What is Thanksgiving going to be like?

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From Hacked & Stalked, 2008/07/08 at 7:00 PM

Yeah, it’s me that’s the twit.

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*SARCASM* Eh I thought I would catch everyone up on my oh so happening life. *SARCASM* Sunday we had a BBQ at my in laws house. Sydney was actually really, really good. Shocking. Until the little girl next door came over and they met for the first time. About 8 minutes later they were telling secrets and within 15 minutes the little girl went to ask if she could come home with us. We were leaving. Sydney threw a fit to have this kid she knew for 15 minutes come home and stay. She’ll pick up strays where ever she goes.

I’m not surprised it’s in our blood I suppose. I joked that my dad and step mom take in any stray that bats their eyes at them. Hence, Sydney’s new uncle Jack who is living there. He’s a teenager. They really should be foster parents if they don’t care to help out. It’s just a little crowded with Jack who is a teenager, my nephew who is 18, and niece who is 14. OH and then Sydney age 5 and the dog. I laughingly asked why she didn’t let Sydney’s cousin (7) spend the night as well??

I hope when I get older my house is full of teenagers and stuff like that. It’s what I’ve always wanted, except I want a lot larger house to do it all in. I figure full basement so I can throw them all down there when they start to talk too much! Speaking of kids, we ran into our social worker at IHOP and she was asking me if I was ready? I said yes. She told me where to visit on the web to get started. She said so Kevin needs some convincing? Yeah, but honestly if the place was bigger or it were a matter of getting a girl who would fit in a bunk bed with Sydney we’d jump on it. Problem is everyone wants that age and girls. So we may have to wait a while until we move. Or you may log on here one day and get some shocking news. I’ll never tell!

Lastly, after coming from the BBQ I wondered something. Who ever started this tradition? Cook my food for me on the grill, and then bring it into the air conditioned house where I can eat without bugs on me. Without bugs on the food. I can’t stand the suckers. I am also not a fan of sweating so it kinda blows honestly. Love the food though. Love the companionship. Hate the freaking bugs.

Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have some beautiful and wonderful shots of the zoo to upload for you. I fail at creating perfect Kodak moments when I’m sweating and dying of thirst, even though I did buy Sydney an outfit with Zebra’s on it so she’d match the zoo. I hate being that mom, but what can I say? Even if lighting, crowds, sweat in my eyes, sunburns, and hair that was a hot mess did not cooperate, one giraffe still got up close and personal while I was taking his photo from pretty close already. He must have mistaken me for another piece of fruit!

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