I love it when bloggers I have never seen come on here and tag me for a meme. It’s a great way to get to know more and more people out there in bloggerland. Lorian at Coffee with Controversial Craftiness tagged me for the 7 random facts about myself.
1. I am 5 foot 4 inches. I used to be 5′6″ when hubby and I got married. After I spat out a few kids, I started shrinking. My oldest two are as tall or a little taller than I am.
2. I have a fear of spiders. I can handle snakes, mice, whatever else as long as it doesn’t have 8 legs.
3. I love chocolate, anything chocolate. I could drink or eat my weight in the sweet heaven.
4. I once had a boyfriend that done me wrong so I got him back by having him take me to my first concert. I told him I would pay him back for the ticket and never did. Asshole. Oh and I wasn’t asked to go, I invited myself.
5. One night I had three different dates. I planned them out so no one seen each other. Smart cookie huh?
6. One night I drank a fifth of whiskey in 15 minutes with my hubby and two of his friends. I was trying to be a big shot. I was ok until I stood up to go to the living room. Then I fell over the couch and hit the floor.
7. I want a boob job. I hate being a part of the itty bitty titty committee. Sucks being the chairwoman. Money and fear of pain is stopping me. I wished I could just blow on my thumbs and make them bigger. That’s why I didn’t breastfeed. My kids would have starved. LOL
I’m going to tag…
Leigh at Eternal Flux
Paige at UGAgrad1995
Anne at LifePundit
Ev at My Life is Murphy’s Law
I think I know what the whole problem is around here. It’s me. Let me explain. When Momma left us, I was about 11 1/2 years old. I had to grow up over night and become the lady of the house if you will. I had to tend to my sisters, clean house and all that good stuff.
Last night I was laying in bed and it hit me. I think it’s because I don’t know what a typical 11-13 year old should be like. I expect them to be like I was. And that’s not fair to them. I’m still here. But how to you define a typical 11-13 year old? What makes them normal? But really are any of us normal?
Sometimes I sit in the silence and wonder why does she hate me so bad. I wonder what I done to deserve the treatments I receive. I have tried my best to be the best mother I can be, but Jelly Bean has so much resentment towards me these days. Is it because I care enough not to let her do what ever one else is getting to do? Is it because I make them do chores so I can work? Is it because I can’t afford the nicer things for her so we have to settle for less?
A lot of things changed after hubby filed for disability. The money he used to make left and left us missing our family fun night on Saturdays. We used to let the girls pick out one thing each week to reward them for good behavior. Now all I can tell them is no it’s not in the budget. How can I look her in the face and have to continue to tell her no. I know it hurts her. It hurts me too. I have to make a conscience decision on fun or food.
Why does life have to be so cruel at times. Is it to open our eyes to appreciate what we do have? To no take the ones we love for granted. What the hell? I mean I can’t take my kids out to dinner at a restaurant and us sit around and have fun. I can’t take Jelly Bean to the big mall I promised her for her birthday, because I can’t afford the gas. Why does it hurt so bad to be an adult?
I have tried to teach my kids that it’s better to give than to receive. I truly believe that, but it’s hard to look at my kids and preach that when I can’t even give to them. It’s hard to teach them life lessons when I question them myself.
My body hurts from the stress. My heart is heavy with guilt. My mind is foggy from everything being jumbled up. My spirit is slowly fading, even though I put up a mighty front in front of my girls. I try to make it seem like everything is just hunky dory when it’s not. I make the world seem so peaceful.
I want my daughter to laugh and to smile again. I want to see the person she used to be. Not the person I see hiding her emotions .. I want her to talk to me completely and not studder I don’ t know when I question what’s wrong. I want her to feel my love for her. I want to see her happy as well as the other two.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m failing people. I’m tired of trying my best and not getting anywhere. I’m tired of being an adult. Oh hell, I’m just tired.
Oh. My. God. I can not stand holier than thou, prissy, snotty, thinks-their-shit-don’t-stink kind of people. The principal at the kids school had decided pretty much to single them out. See for the last two days this crazy woman, who needs to lay off the botox injections around her mouth (permanent smile), she has chased me and the kids down in the parking lot to tell us over and over how they need not to walk across the parking lot, but to have an adult come up and get them. Well today I was going up to get them and Wild Child decided to come on across. I told her not to do that, when I’ll be damned if I wasn’t being flagged down again. Now I know you’re thinking how are they being singled out, well there were a few kids walk across the parking lot and she watched but didn’t open her mouth.
Anyways, she said “Ma’am, I know you know that it’s not safe for them to walk across here (I don’t know why really, they have been doing it all year and if someone can’t see my two big gals, they don’t need to be driving to begin with)”. I told her I already knew that (even though I wanted to say No Shit Sherlock, but I refrained) and I was on my way to get them. And then she just stood there and watched me walk up to get Jelly Bean, which was my intentions all along.
See there’s two pick up lanes. It takes 15-30 minutes to get through that line. I already have to wait at the elementary. So we seen several kids parents parking in the parking lot and the kids were walking out. No big deal. That is until she got her panties twisted up around her neck.
She’s had it out for my kids for a few years now. This isn’t our first run in with her. And probably won’t be the last. I have tried to be nice to her for my kids sake, but I can only take so much. I told the kids to start waiting in the line again. They will have to endure standing out in the cold rainy weather again.
Wouldn’t ya know it. Shorty was up half the night coughing so hubby and I decided to keep her out of school today. The little turd muffin hasn’t coughed once since she’s been up. She’s bouncing off the walls and crawling on my nerves. Hubby asked me to please take her to school. All the medicine I gave her last night must have ran whatever she had off. At least she is feeling better.
Everyone knows I love Meme’s . They make me feel so loved. Leigh at Eternal Flux tagged me for this name meme. It’s real simple. Just take the first letter of your name to answer the questions. And the answer have to be real.. don’t get creative and make up something. Since I am Sassy from the Sassy Southerner, I will enlighten you with my answers.
Famous Singer: Sebastian Bach
Four Letter Word: Shut
Street: Simon
Color: Soft White
Gifts/Presents: Singing telegram (preferably a male stripper)
Vehicles: Super Sport Monte Carlo
Things In A Souvenir Shop: Sexy Lingerie
Boy Name: Shawn
Girl Name: Stephanie
Movie Title: Shooter
Drink: Screwdriver
Occupation: Sex Therapist
Celebrity: Sara Michelle Gellar
Magazine: Southern Living
U.S. City: San Antonio
Pro Sports: Snowboarding
Fruit: Strawberry
Reason For Being Late For Work: Slept in, sick kids
Something You Throw Away: Sales Papers
Something You Shout: Shit fire and save the matches.
Now to the tagging.. let’s see:
Wander (I know you love meme’s too)
Angry
Jess
Pfunk
There’s nothing I can’t stand more than a thief. I’m talking about Feed Scrapers. If you don’t know what a feed scraper is, it’s someone who steals your content from your feeds and places them on their website. Their entire website is made up from other peoples content. Sure they give you credit, but it’s still violating your copyright. There are some very useful plugins to help deter scrapers from stealing your content.
I myself use Angsuman’s Feed Copyrighter Plugin. It’s really simple to install and it allows you to copyright all of your feeds to keep the scrapers at bay. I have been using it for about a week or so now and I haven’t had a single feed stolen.
There’s also the Feed Footer WordPress Plugin. I haven’t used this one, but from what I have read it’s pretty good also. You can customize your copyright to what ever your hearts desire.
I also have a Wordpress Ban Plugin that I use. If I see the scraper showing up in my dashboard I will ban them by their IP and their domain name. At least that way they can not gain access to my website. I customized the ban message and it says “You are banned and are no longer welcomed here”. Once I get time, I am going to make a custom banner to go up there instead.
The battle against scrapers will continue as long as they can get away with it. Hopefully some of these plugins will help you take back control of your content and your feeds.
Her cheeks are rosy. Her voice is raspy. Her skin is cool to the touch. Her bark is worse than her bite. Poor Shorty is sick. Sick to the point she’s not going to school tomorrow, she’s going to the DR. She’s coughing her head off and nothing I give her helps. She’s lounging on the couch right now watching The Santa Claus. She couldn’t even read one page of her reader tonight for coughing. So I did what any loving mother would do.. I read it to her.
I got some news on my mother. Good news is she doesn’t have a blood clot. Bad news is because her insurance wouldn’t pay for an in home physical therapist, her knee is almost locked up in a bent fashion. The Dr chewed her out (made her cry) for not listening to him and following his orders. I told her to listen to him. Now she has to go to town 3 times a week for PT.
She insisted that I not worry about her. I’m trying really hard not to. But it’s hard because as of this weekend she will be out there all alone. My aunt is going on a cruise. I guess I may make a few surprise visits out there to help her.
I finally got started on Christmas today. I bought 4 things. I was searching around Target online and found some really cool things for the girls that I’m going to try to get them. I would mention them here, but they are nosy and if they even think it’s on here, they will look. I know them too well. Just like I know as soon as anything arrives in this house, it will be wrapped so they won’t be tempted to snoop around. I did that one year. I thought I was so smart. I watched Momma wrap my sisters gifts and had a hair brain idea around 3 in the morning to unwrap mine to peak and wrap them back up. Momma knew what I had done. She made me wait until last to get my gifts. I’m very impatient myself. Wonder where they get it from?
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