I’ve been stewing and pondering this decision for weeks, and in a move that will surprise none, I’ve decided to stop blogging.
Just so you know, my decision to stop blogging basically stems from the fact that I don’t have much to say these days. You can probably tell by my lack of posting around here. I just, I don’t know, can’t get in to it anymore.
It’s been fun, four years of it! I’ve made some friends, some enemies too, but it’s been a real kick in the head. Really.
If anyone is interested in keeping up with me, though, I do have a Facebook account. Just e-mail me (found under “Contact!”) and I’ll let you know my real name so you can find me.
*UPDATE* - Several precincts have reported in with encouragment to take a sabbatical. I guess I should, seeing as how this morning I have several things to comment on (like the fact that Sarah Jessica Parker and Ferris Bueller Matthew Broderick were a scant half hour from my home yesterday). I stated in my comments that once school starts back up in August I may have scads of things to talk about, the least of which being the principal at the miserable screwl middle school, and my term as a PTO officer.
So let’s just take a break, hmm? Don’t go off with any other blogs or I’ll be mighty jealous.
Happy Father’s Day!
Huh, look what you learn when you read the local paper:
MARTINS FERRY – A high-profile case involving a pair of major Hollywood stars and a local woman is under investigation by a special prosecutor.
An alleged break-in at a home in Martins Ferry has led to the investigation.
The home belongs to a Martins Ferry woman who is said to be the surrogate mother carrying twins for actress Sarah Jessica Parker and husband Matthew Broderick. Authorities now believe the woman has left the area in order to avoid the public eye.
Harrison County Prosecutor T. Shawn Hervey has been assigned to investigate the matter due to a conflict of interest with Belmont Prosecutor Chris Berhalter.
Several sources have confirmed that Martins Ferry Police Chief Barry Carpenter and Bridgeport Police Chief Chad DoJack are under investigation by the Bureau of Criminal Investigation.
The two are suspected of entering the woman’s home to obtain information to sell to a tabloid reporter.
The tabloids have reportedly been attempting to confirm the identity of the surrogate mother and the actions have “outraged” Parker, according to numerous published reports.
In a television interview, Parker called the activities as an “unprecedented invasion of her privacy” referring to the surrogate and the actions of reporters.
She said the woman’s phone had been hacked along with her personal computer information. Parker also contended the woman had been threatened and harassed along with her family and friends.
Carpenter was unavailable for comment earlier today while DoJack refused to make a comment in reference to the matter. However, both men have previously claimed their innocence.
It’s nice to know that some movies from my youth will not be remade!
Thankewverramuch Agent Bedhead for posting that link!
Thanks to David Drake for this tidbit: Obama Blocks Access To Visitor List.
Huh. So much for transparency.
Whatcha hidin’, Barry? And, like DD said, the Left was pooping pickles when Bush did this, but now? Oh, they’ll continue to sing praises to Barry.
Sickening.
In news that sent Daughter running to her room in tears, Hannah Montana will be coming to an end after the fourth season.
I say “Hooray!” but Daughter doesn’t seem to realize how happy this news makes me.
I wonder, though, if this means that damn Mitchel Musso will finally cut his hair??
I’m in the process of packing the kids’ stuff so they can spend a week with their grandparents.
You know how it is when you’re packing to travel, you check and double check that you have enough…underwear, socks, clothes…that you’ve packed your toothbrush, toothpaste….stuff like that.
Daughter – who is only five, remember – is fast becoming one of those girls that just has to take everything. Now, my kids are responsible for packing up stuff they want to take for the car ride, stuff to keep them occupied. Daughter has half of her room packed up into three different bags!
And now she’s giving me grief over wearing her flip-flops!
So, the Penguins won the Stanley Cup. While I don’t follow hockey, I have just one thing to say:
SUCK ON IT, DETROIT!!
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
As previously mentioned, I spent last weekend in Redwings country (and mentally referred to that team as Red Goose Shoes – don’t ask) and got a bit of heckling, especially from a dude in Bob Evans. Ass.
So, Mr. I Seat People In A Chain Restaurant, I’d just like to say that you can cram your attitude up your fat wazoo.
The younglings and I made that whirlwind (literally) trip up to MI this weekend (in a rented car – whee!), and I’m happy to say we made it there and back safe and sound. It wasn’t until we had crossed the border into the mitten shaped state that I remembered hockey. I was smack in the middle of Redwings country! Well, you know I had to start yelling “GO PENGUINS!”
And I don’t even follow the hockey.
I just like to piss people off.
Anyway, I think it’s safe to say that the kids and I (Husband had to work) made the trip for my nephew’s graduation party. This is where the title of this post, “Slapped In The Face,” comes in.
Slap #1: My nephew graduated from high school. Let me also say that my niece attends A Major University, and in the fall Nephew will be there as well. These are children. I’m afraid I embarrassed my nephew by recalling the days when he was “such a cute little boy!” And now he shaves! And he’s taller than me!
This all means that I’m getting old. I looked at my own kids and had that “stop the world, I wanna get off” feeling.
Mortality is a real bitch.
On a high note, my sister observed “You don’t have any wrinkles!”
“No, because I’m still breaking out like I’m in puberty!”
Slap #2: I guess I’m not where I thought I was? See, my BIL is a Buckeye State native, hence a lot of the relatives at said party are still OH inhabitants. One of BIL’s cousins asked me “Oh, where in Ohio are you living?”
“I’m just outside of Steubenville.”
“Oh. Steubenville? Is that in Ohio?”
I got this kind of reaction from a couple other people, and I told them where it was, and then just said “Hello? Birthplace of Dean Martin?”
I guess where I am isn’t the armpit of OH as much as it’s the butthole.
Oh yeah, my mother busted me for saying “yins.”
“You’re an English major!” she scolded.
“So? I live thisclose to Pittsburgh. It rubs off! GO PENGUINS!”
And I was an English major. WAS.
So that’s it. I’m getting old, but not wrinkled, and I’m not where I thought I’ve been for the last five years.
Leaving tomorrow for MI and then later this summer I have to endure an in-law function. I don’t want to make either trip, therefore I’m like this:
Last night I was channel surfing and came across a Hee Haw episode on the RFD channel. I used to love that show, so I was all too happy to sit and watch.
Son came over, sat down, and said “What are we watching?”
“Hee Haw! I used to watch this all the time when I was your age! I love this show!”
“What is Hee Haw?” Son asked, disgustedly.
He just didn’t get it. He doesn’t know Buck Owens, Roy Clark, Grandpa Jones, or Junior Samples. I’ll have to remedy that.
But when the show was over and that donkey opened his mouth, something like this…
…what do you think Son said?
“He has no uvula!”
If anyone out there is still keeping track, Daughter has been on the Motrin treatment for a little over four months, which means she has to have liver function tests. I took her to the hospital Wednesday and was shocked to find out that the doc in Pittsburgh had the lab results the very same day!
According to what the physician’s assistant told me, everything looks good. She threw out a bunch of medical acronyms (which, really, I get enough of shortened terms with the miltary, do I really need to be confused with medical terms too?), but essentially, in lay terms, everything looks good.
I asked at what point we need to worry, and I don’t think the PA understood what I was getting at. This whole liver thing gives Husband and I something totally new to worry about, you know, and sometimes I wonder if it just wouldn’t be better to have the damn resection surgery done and let that be that.
I know, surgery as a last resort, but dammit!
I had mentioned to UDM the other night that sometimes I think people forget what’s really going on. Sure, Daughter looks fine, acts like nothing is wrong, but there’s always that damn tumor, causing Daughter pain when she runs around. And now there’s her liver.
I shouldn’t be this way; Daughter is the one suffering through this. But that’s the thing, she shouldn’t be dealing with this!
Mother angst….
Well, yesterday was Son’s last day of school (Daughter was done on Tuesday).
I don’t know, but I think Son is kind of upset at leaving the elementary school. He got off the bus and was practically in tears over something that he says is “No big deal.” Maybe he got picked on or something – kids can be such a-holes – but I think Son is apprehensive over the move to the middle school.
What do I do? I don’t have a lot to draw on here, seeing as how I made the move to the middle school in -gasp! – 1980, and back then the fifth graders were kept totally separated from grades 6-8. Really! Anyone remember the green carpeting and lockers?
I don’t know. Both Husband and I have tried to tell Son that we all have to go through this stuff, and Husband even says that he still sometimes gets nervous when he has to go away to school for the military. I don’t think this soothed Son at all.
It’s going to be a long summer.
