Posted by Becky on August 2, 2009
I dreamt that I had a box of bones and I had to return them to the land. I walked and walked and along the way I saw my friends in the future. I saw my boss and his wife (much older than they are now) and we stood and watched a concert of music. Can’t remember who, but it was some toe tapping music, I do remember that. Marc was very happy and Edie kept giving me chocolate.
I moved on and ran into a man with one eye. He was a bit of a trouble maker, but I had business to attend, so I decided not to fight and just kept on going. I don’t remember when, but at some point the box was gone and I was relieved of my responsibility.
I then came upon a place that had secret concerts for people who just loved music and musicians who just loved to play. No money would exchange hands.
I watched Ozzy Osbourne perform and my dream ended with me head banging, my favorite pass time in high school.
It was such a good dream…
Posted by Becky on July 29, 2009
Here is Mom, Dad and baby Jack
John’s oldest son Jordan, his wife Dena and baby Jack.
Traci, (Jordan’s mom) Cali, (Dena’s daughter) and baby Jack.
Baby Jack. Isn’t he precious? I am so happy for mom, dad, grandma and grandpa.. This is Traci’s and John’s first grandchild and I couldn’t be happier for everyone. I keep telling you people, we are the Brady Bunch on Acid! Stay tuned for the arrival of Baby Jack’s Cousin coming soon to a theater near you.
I know John has been a wonderful grandpa to my grandkids and the kids don’t know any different, but I know he’s feeling a bit reflective today. A life he created created a life. Grandkids make one feel a bit immortal in the fact that you know your DNA and memories that you help to create will last long after you are gone. Oh, and it gets better.
Why just this weekend, out of nowhere, my grandson Eli tells me “Uncle Roger got fired from his job because he was drunk. (he didn’t) Then Eli silently FARTED in the truck and stated that “it smells like one of Grandpa’s” (I’m not gonna lie here, it did) Then later he tells me that his mom said his brother Eli’s breath “smelled like a cows butt”. Yes, he has a step- brother named Eli, (insert my brother Darrel and my other brother Darrel joke here) plus he has two moms, so he’s got that going for him, which is good. (But I don’t think either of his mothers would say such a thing)
So, cherish those precious moments until the kid starts talking. I was mad at Roger for two fucking days for getting fired. Actually, it is kind of funny. And it will be HILARIOUS when he tells, oh a teacher lets say, on the days Roger picks him up from school.
But they can be so sweet too. This weekend Eli said he loved Blue the best “because he’s always been good to me.”
Which is true. But seriously,might it have something to do with the fact that Zeva and Darwin think they got a new swing set?
Stay tuned!
Posted by Becky on June 24, 2009
Okay, so I had my receipt sent it to Kaiser. They got it and NOW they have to figure out who I overpaid and then I have to collect MY money from THEM!
These mother fuckers can kiss my left lip! And I told her I have met my part of the health care contract. I pay for my coverage up to $3000.00 they are responsible for the balance. I am not to pay out of my own pocket, I’m trying to recover from surgery and I should not have to be doing their fucking job.
She then let slip that my claim was in, and had been in. Those fucking liars! I told her I don’t know how she can work for a company like Kaiser and sleep at night!
And I blame it all on Nixon. How the fuck do you run a non-profit organization for a profit? And don’t even get me started on Donald Rumsfled and Aspertame!
Oh well, none of this really matters since North Korea is threatening to blow us off the map. Obama better nuke those mother fuckers first, so I can get my dad gum check from those HMO Nazi’s at Kaiser!
Posted by Becky on April 22, 2009
Jacob and JJ were he to greet me when I got home from work. JJ’s been feeling puny cutting more teeth so I haven’t seen him in over a week. So, it was a nice surprise that Jacob brought him over on a weekday. He is getting so big. We had suppere (take-out from Ameci’s) and then Grandpa got back to painting the laundry room and JJ got busy as well. He has mastered walking up and down the step that lead into the garage.
After several trips in and out of the garage, and yes that’s wet paint he’s grabbing onto, he decided to be like grandpa and get busy moving stuff.
I was amazed at his strenght to move this wrought iron rack around. It weighs a ton. I know because I have to move it everytime I sweep!
Jacob, however, was fascinated by the thought of what must go through JJ’s mind as he plotted to remodel the living room. For the first time, I think, I realized what a good father Jacob is to JJ. I’m a mother and a grandmother, but I never really thought about what kind of father my own son would turn out be. I know it must sound strange, but you never know if they are going be the type of father who plant their ass in front of a television set and yell everytime a child interupts them or be the type to encourage a childs curiosity. It’s pretty much a crap shoot.
But I watched as he watched and naratted even, “What is he thinking?” “Why did he just open the door?” How did he KNOW to push the door as wide as it would go and then pull the rack through the door”, etc., as JJ lugged that magazine rack around. I mean, you would have thought the child had invented cars that ran on air instead of showing an interest in possible being a furnite mover when he grows up.
It just made me happy to see that Jacob isn’t the kind of father that gets annoyed or impatient with a child who is curious, but he is genuinely interested in what he is doing and allows him be curious.
But I tell you what, that JJ will wear you ass out. I am so glad I had mine when I was young. For thirty minutes he’s moving furniture and the next thing you know he’s changed his mind and runs to the sink, starts slamming cupboard doors, opening drawers, pulling down pots and pans, and this was during the three minutes I watched him while Jacob had to pee!
Grandma’s exhausted!
Posted by Becky on April 4, 2009
I woke up this morning planning on casting off on my lace shawl that I have been working on for weeks.
I went to the couch where it was last seen.
Then I noticed Ziva sitting next to a a trail of yarn, like blood, and I screamed!
I found my lace shawl murdered behind John’s recliner.
My list of suspects:
Darwin was found pretending to be sleeping in bed which is his MO whenever he is in trouble.
Louis the Cat was seen last night at or around said knitting bag. It is suspected that Louis is the mastermind behind the murder.
Hank loved to wear the shawl, and is not a suspect as he has an alibi. Or does he. He was sleeping in my room behind a closed door. Seems a little too convenient , if you ask me.
Blue was never a suspect as he was outside and alerted me with his barking which is what woke me up. Blue was no doubt trying to save the shawl. You’re my dog, Blue!
Ziva, Joseph’s dog, which that alone makes her highly suspect.
After a thorough investigation of the crime scene and extensive interviews with the above suspects. It is clear that the cat did it! However, it has not yet been ruled out that Hank is not an accessor. It is quite possible that Hank co-conspired with the cat. A murder for hire, if you will. The puppies cannot jump onto the couch. The cat apparently knocked the shawl to the ground and watched in glee as the puppies dismembered my shawl. Louis and Hank have never liked the puppies and it appears that they have framed them in hopes that I would kill them, or the very least chase them down the street with an axe, upon finding my dead shawl.
May you rest in pieces.
Posted by Becky on March 14, 2009
I had another epidural yesterday. So, I went to K-mart and bought a pair of SouthPark boxers that said “Let’s Rock” with Cartman on a big wheel and wore them for the occasion. Mother always instructed me to wear “clean underwear” for just such an occasion, but I do like to accessorize. And since it was Friday the 13th, I wanted to give them all a laugh in the procedure room. So when they told me to roll over from the gurney to the table onto my stomach the room just cracked up. They said I made their day. And it was good.
I got home and had to set still for quite a while and that got my mind to thinking about who I am and who I never want to be. I never want to be the person that makes everyone relieved when I leave. I never want to project my own guilt onto others in a way to manipulate someone into doing something I said I would do. I want my word to mean something. I want to be strong enough to care for myself and not expect to be taken care of by others as if my mere existence entitled me to something. I don’t want to compliment someone and insult them in the same breath.
Life is short and many of us were taught to be tolerant of those short comings. But I have come to the realization that there are those who will do anything to get what they want and are even trained at the art of manipulation and actually prey upon kind people thinking they are the weakest link and what can I get them to do for me?
So, that being said, my new revelation is that those type of people can kiss my Anglo Saxon ass. I will not tolerate my friends, those that I love and care for, being manipulated by the likes of you. And sadly, you are so self absorbed you still don’t even know what you do is wrong. Or maybe you do and you just don’t fucking care.
Man I love having a blog. It is so fucking cathartic.
Posted by Becky on March 2, 2009
No matter how much Blue objects, the puppies won’t leave him alone.
He moves from one side of the room to the other, even giving up his prized spot in front of the of the screen door, where he lies in wait for delivery boys and cats.
Then, they finally settled on Blue’s bed wherein even he succumbed to their cuteness.
Posted by Becky on February 28, 2009
This is the jobsite where John and Joseph are working so I can keep an eye on them all week long and call on my cell phone when I see them slacking or haning out in the bathroom way too long.
Joseph stacks the block and John lays the block. Joseph is often distracted by the girls that pass bye. Pop in once in awhile for a peek and you might get flashed.
Posted by Becky on February 24, 2009
Here’s some new pictures I took tonight.
They really like Sadie’s bed. I took a head count after supper and one was missing and Jospeh found Emma behind the bookcase hiding out. they are getting real adventuresome now. Climbing out of the pool, poking around in stuff including Blue who is patient.
Posted by Becky on February 12, 2009
In honor of these two great emancipators let us defend science and condemn racism.
You can view the Darwin awards here for those from the shallow end of the gene pool who have honored their life by removing themselves from said gene pool. Or on a more serious note, the American Museum of Natural History here. NPR audio here
“What Lincoln never forgot, even in the midst of Civil War, (was) that despite all that divides us — North and South, black and white — we were at heart one nation and one people sharing a bond as Americans that could bend but would not break,” said Obama, who has attended a long string of events marking the birthday bicentennial, with many more planned in coming days.
“In a moment when we are far less divided than in Lincoln’s day, but when we are once again debating critical issues of our time — debating them sometimes fiercely — let us remember that we are doing so as servants of the same place, as representatives of the same people, and as stake holders in the common future,” Barack Obama..Washington AFP
Fun Facts:
Lincoln’s grandfather was a weaver. Darwin’s was a potter, as in Wedgewood. Lincoln’s father inherited nothing from his father due to primogenture laws in Kentucky. Lincoln was the only president who never joined a church. We all learned Lincoln was the ultimate abolitionist in school, but did you know Darwin was an abolitionists. too?
