tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188836912011-04-21T19:31:56.070-07:00The Mayorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676264662661908532noreply@blogger.comBlogger1991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883691.post-14842386496957415352009-02-13T18:08:00.000-08:002009-02-13T18:19:26.042-08:00

Unfortunately the only time I feel like blogging is when I want to bitch about something, or many many somethings. I am (I don't think, anyway) a negative person the majority of the time. But when I'm happy or things are all going well in my life, I'm enjoying myself too much to sit down and write about it.Right now, however, I'm completely and totally depressed, tired, irritated, burnt out,

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Jeez it's been awhile since I've posted my thoughts regularly on here, I miss doing it...I guess I've been so busy lately (yeah for the past 2 years ha ha) I haven't thought about getting on here and writing some shit down! Alot and I mean ALOT has changed, but mostly for the better. Hubby and I have been separated for over a year now, getting divorced, neither of us are in a huge hurry though,

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Wow it's been a year and a half since I've posted anything?!? Sorry to make my first post back a sad one...Dogma has lost her battle with Rheumetoid lung, one week shy of moving to Seattle to be placed on the lung transplant list. Not sure how much people know about it, but she has been on oxygen for 4 or 5 years now, and the doctors told her to lose 50 lbs before she could get on the list. If

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Yep. on day 13, almost made it two weeks, I fell off the wagon. I decided that I didn't need to drink, and I could maybe drink once in a while. Not so much, apparently. One drink turned into 5 drinks and 4 shots on an empty stomach, and my evil twin, "Trixie" came out in full force. That's what I call drunk Mayor, "Trixie". Made some drunken phone calls, sent some drunken texts, and basically

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So, I realized I was outta control, on a downward spiral of alcoholism and self destructive behavior. October 15th was the day I finally hit rock bottom.Watched a little football, did a little barhopping with the husband, (yes, the one who was sober for 15 years and just picked up a bottle again recently) and came home and promptly picked a fight.Took off in the Burb totally shitfaced. Made some

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Sorry it's been so long, just wanted to throw up a note to say I'm done blogging. I don't know for how long, or if I will ever do it again. I've been thru alot these past couple months, alot of it self inflicted, and I need to concentrate on getting my shit together. Thanks for all of your concern, everything is on the right track back to normal. The Mayor

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Divorce is not a fun thing. Even if it's the second time around. What's worse is, I actually was in love with this husband. I never thought we would get to this point, I thought I would be 75 and hanging out together at the nursing home. Sadly, that is not the case. Things have gotten ugly, we've said some mean things to each other. I'm sure he doesn't mean them, I know I don't, but when it gets

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Alright, bitches. You wanted it. I got it.Got fired for real. How's that for some blog material?? My wine-soaked boss got drunk, well, as much as you can get drunk when you never get sober, and decided to fire someone, namely, myself.He came in last night, fucked up beyond all repair, and decided that I had put the chairs up too early. Proceeded to scream in my face in front of all 3 of my

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Jesus! Alright already!I got a whole lotta nothing, so I'll update you all in one post.There. That's what's going on with me!

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At least in my neighborhood...

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Okay, if you didn't read the previous post, do so, then scroll back up...Caught up on the action? Good.So 40 Miles of Bad Road is now 86'd from MY SHIFTS. Alas, she hasn't been in at all. Her son has called looking for her nearly every night, maybe she should let him know what bar she's hanging out at now.Her boyfriend, Smellogg, has been in, and I thought, "Wow, he's taking advantage of the fact

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You just couldn't resist. You knew we had an issue, but yet you still came in and sat at my bar last night, looking to start some shit with me. Yes, I know your boyfriend meal ticket was there, but did you ever stop to think that maybe he came up to get away from you, hoping you wouldn't show up because I was working?? Nah, in your sick twisted mind, everyone loves you. Sorry to break it to you,

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Got my job back, Bitches! The wife called yesterday morning and apologized for HIS behavior and said he would be apologizing as well, although I'm not holding my breath for that one. Another side story on this whole gig:Remember "40 Miles Of Bad Road"? Well if not, click the linky link.Anyway, the night I got fired I was even out of the parking lot and this bitch was telling my boss that firing

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Yes, folks, that's me. For refusing to serve my raging alcoholic boss (and owner of the bar) I have been fired. Sorta. I think.Let's take it from the top, shall we?My boss and his wife are raging alcoholics. Skip back a few months, I'm sure you find something there about them, I'm too emotionally bankrupt to search for shit to link, so take my word for it, mm'kay?Anywho, I got a phone call

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So my oldest son has his first sorta "date" today.He's getting ready to go into the 6th grade, and he and this girl, Tiffany, have been crushing on each other since the 2nd grade. Well, apparently they are "going together" now.So today, he has his swim trunks ready, his TAG body spray on, not too much though, I told him not to douche himself in it or nobody would want to be around him. When he

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Today was not the day to defy me. As you can see, I have 745 drunks to attend to, and you chose today to disobey my request. When 67 of my patrons ask me to ask you to please extinguish your clove cigarette because it smells like shit, I must comply. I asked you nicely. Once.15 minutes later, you are holding your still lit clove under the bar. Okay, you're right, I can't see it. But I can still

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Sorry about the Hodge Podge about to ensue, I'm trying to get all my stuff out for all to read in one post...For now. Okay, where to begin...We went to "Hooters" for the first time last Friday for my hubs brother and sister in-law's anniversary.Sidenote: Where is the white-trashiest place to have your wedding anniversary? Yup.So we took the boys with us, cause they, being boys, enjoy boobs, and I

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I finally broke down and bought a Littermaid. For those of you without cats, it's a self cleaning cat box. Now, I have 5 cats. I know, crazy cat lady jokes are sure to follow, but they are all like my children, except smaller and furrier, and without the back talk, well, sometimes. My cats are strictly indoor only, as I'd like them to live, so we have had 4 cat boxes...until now. You see, they

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So I'm prematurely gray. There. I've said it.Those of you that know me personally may already know this, I go to great lengths to cover it. It's not a pretty silvery gray, it's just gray. I thought about growing it out once, for a minute, until my roots started showing, and realized it's not just a smattering of salt and pepper, it's nearly completely gray. If I had to take a wild guess, I would

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Okay, final post about San Francisco...So we all went down to the Wharf, and Nihilly was leading us down the sidewalk. I noticed there were a lot of people across the street, with cameras and shit, staring over at our side.They were staring at the above...Nihilly says, "Shit." or "Dammit." I can't remember exactly, it was 3 weeks ago.I say, "What?", clueless about what is going on...He tells us

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I'm a totally completely lazy blogger, as of late. I still have Part 3 of my trip to San Fran to post about, got my pics on the computer, but I am still too lazy to post them. I will soon, I swear!The weather has been fabulous here, so yeah, I've been out and about. I got some flowers the other day, I'll enjoy them for a week or so until they die by my black thumb.Been drinking doing breakfast

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Oh yeah, the "show". I have more pics, but they are still in the damn camera, so I'll post what I have and do a photo exhibition later...We find the venue, it's off in the what looks like the forgotten part of the industrial area? It's a slapped together shack that looks to be rattle-can painted black. We pull up, and there's some people out front, so we ask when they are opening the doors, (Jim

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We had such a great time, we are planning another trip already, longer and with the kids. Ah, where to begin?We left town about 6:00 on Thursday night, and drove to Ashland, OR. We spent the night there, and left at 8:00 Friday morning, that's where the fun began...Stopped at the "Border Liquor Store" in Hilt, for gas and snacks. The gas was $3.45 a gallon! The woman behind the counter looked

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Dogma has been harrassing my comment section for some fresh cocktails from me, so here ya go. I'm much too lazy to find a picture for this post, so suck it.So I shit my pants Tuesday night. Yeah, that was fun. I had 3 beers after work, and apparently 3 beers + empty stomach = puking so hard you shit your pants. Good times.I'm leaving for San Fran tonight, we probably will only make it to Medford

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So we are going to San Francisco next Friday to see "Junkyard", a has-been 80's band that isn't even together anymore. The Hub is still a total buttrocker, and he found out they are getting together for one night only and he absolutely has to see them.Apparently, years ago, he got tickets to see them and he arrived late, and missed the show. It's been haunting him for years, so we are going. Now,

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Okay, not quite, but it feels like it. Our entire kitchen crew quit a month or so ago, save for 2 long timers, and my boss, "Metro", decided to hire this guy, we'll call him Adolf, and have him "manage" the kitchen crew. Well Adolf brought along his 2 brothers, Jackass and Dipshit, who both pretend to not speak any English (bullshit) and the 2 of them are running the kitchen now. Now you might be

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Interesting 2 days at work...Saturday night, I had my new "victim" to train, she's very good, actually. I sat at the end of the bar and got paid to socialize, basically, whoot! I split the tips with her (she was very excited about that, apparently the other people that train just throw her a twenty or so, and I always split with the trainee, especially if they are doing all the work) and we each

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I haven't posted lately, or even hardly read anyone else's blogs because I'm fucking exhausted.I'm starting to think I'm getting too old for this "lifestyle" I lead. Too many late nights and early mornings turn me into a zombie on my days off. The last day I worked was Tuesday, and now it's late Thursday afternoon and I'm starting to feel like myself again...but wait! I get to do it all over

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Oh Yes, you read right, my friends, penis pancakes...Feast your eyes upon the penis-y goodness that was my breakfast this weekend! I bought the Hub a new electric skillet, and he is officially a pancake-makin'-fool! He made the kids the obligatory Mickey Mouse, Lighting Bolt, and Snowman pancakes, so I requested a "cock-and-balls"...He hid it under a stack of regular pancakes so my innocent

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Yes, folks, the rest area off the freeway is always a good place for blog fodder, I should know.I love fat people, I would like to pre-empt this entry with that.Onto the business at hand:I stopped at the rest area we always stop at halfway to get Jim's daughter, every other Friday. The boys and I got out of the burb, and I lit a smoke (shaddup) and waited outside the ladies room for them to do

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So Tuesday night, "Pool Night" as you may recall, was a drama filled evening, to say the least. Cocker Spaniel Bitch (click the link for some history) was there, of course, because she didn't quit the pool team, as I've hoped and prayed for, damn.Let's see if I can condense this a bit, since I already had wrote a whole book in the "incident log" at work.Cocker Spaniel was sleeping with dating the

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Sunday was not the day to be fucking with me. Period.For example, Non-Tipping Motherfucker #1, orders shot after shot of well brandy and a beer back, no tip. I've waited on this fool numerous times, and not once has he tipped me, said please, thank you, nothing. The straw that broke the camel's back, however, was when he started snapping his fingers to get my attention, and...get this- whistling

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My two best friends. Oh yes, that's right. I'm blissfully wacked out on Vicodin and completely oblivious to my surroundings. Ok, not completely, but somewhat. Don't worry, I have another adult my husband here to help with the kids. I see video games and boys yelling at the TV, but alas, I cannot hear it, because I'm listening to 106 of my favorite songs songs that I scrounged off the computer on

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Spring break has gone on far too long, children! I know you are bored, as am I, but with one of you asking to play video games every 30 seconds for the last week, and one of you absolutely in love with the sound of your own voice, I'm going insane.Oh, yes, I'm mommy-blogging, but not the "look how goddamned adorable my kids are" kind, the "give me a bottle of vodka and go away" kind.Darling

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Poor ole Lungfung's enemies have taken to bashing me, and so I moved to protect my blog...Some of these idiots are local and know where I work, and I don't want my cover blown identity discovered.I'm trying to let everyone know what the new addy is without letting the wrong people know, so if you have found your way here, you are one of the chosen...yay!Sorry about the lame post today, I'm still

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From what I gather, you have no life. Clearly this is the case, as you torment and harrass people on discussion forums relentlessly, and I, for one, have had it with your shit. Now, I can say what the fuck ever I want on here, because it's my blog, and while I am quite flattered that you take the time to read my drivel, I will also use this opportunity to tell you what I really think of you. I

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What do you think?? I am in love with it! A very talented blogger, one of"The Drunks"---------------------------------------------------------------------->actually, fixed up my blog quite nicely, don't ya think?? Gotta give credit where credit is due:Nihilistic Propensity!Thank you soooo much, Nihilly, I love it!!

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I got roped into being the ball whore for free bingo at work last night. Free drinks and dinner, who can pass that up, right?The bar was packed with older folks, very serious about their free bingo and the "Dollar Tree"-esque prizes they might win...I wanted to blow the place up, seriously. Old Bitch: I need new cards, I don't like these numbers.ME: Seriously? How do you know, we haven't even

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Isn't he cute? Not only that, he's smart too. I'm a little slow in the TiVo department, I just got it Friday, a little anniversary gift for me and the Hub, from me and the Hub!I'm completely outta control. I spend more time searching for shit to record than actually watching anything, I record shows and movies, just because I can.Spawn was watching "Blade Trinity" today, and I had to run to the

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Please, whatever possessed you to remake "The Hills Have Eyes"?? I'm sorry to inform you, Sir, that this is quite possibly the shittiest movie I have seen since "The Devil's Rejects", and that, my friend, is saying alot.Seriously, I was horrified by how utterly stupid this movie is, so horrified, in fact, that we got up and left about 45 minutes into it. I wouldn't want to spoil this for anyone

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I was going through some old photos today looking for a picture of me as a kid doing some sort of sports (the powers that be at work think it would be "cute" if we had pics of all of us as kids, and it's a sports bar, so...) and I found this...Dad, circa 1980ish, Thanksgiving.Notice the cigarette with the long ashes hanging from his mouth precariously over the Thanksgiving Turkey?This picture is

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Ah, I love me some Mimosa! I was good and went to the gym this morning, so afterwards I took my shower and did the "Fist City Pub Crawl", you know, where you hit the local bars one drink at a time? Anywho, I'm in training for tomorrow, which is simultanously St. Patrick's Day and my 3rd wedding anniversary! We are going with a group of people to McMenamin's, it's fucking sweet.Warning, Shameless

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Since I've picked up Tuesday nights, I have to be nice to you, and it makes me want to punch you in the face. Thank goodness you are only in one night a week, for pool league, I think I would have to find a new job if you were there more than that.I love it when I try to take your drink order and and you look at me with a mixture of distaste and the blank stare of a very low IQ. Or better yet,

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Although I think it's nice that after 5 years of dealing with you, we are finally civil, I find it a tad bit creepy that you would give us a Anniversary card. It's not as if we are all that close, yes, we get along, for T's sake, but are we BFF now? It's like saying, "Hey, I know we had a horrible marriage that didn't work out and essentially ruined our lives for a few years, but congrats that

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Well, not really, but he has been painting/finishing/building guitars for about a year now, and this fella that writes books about "Painting Your Own Guitars" was apparently impressed with my Hub's work, and has interviewed him for his website. If you are interested in reading, or seeing pics of my Hub and his guitars, go here. I'm really proud, obviously!!If you check it out, you can also go to

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Credit to http://travisandjonathon.com

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I'm a retard, I guess. I went to the movies with Lungfung today, and was whining to her:ME: "Nobody posts on my blog anymore, I must completely suck, Gawd, everyone hates me!" LF: "You turned your comment moderation on, duh!"ME: "Oh. Shit."So, I came home and ran to my computer and fixed it, and yay!! I actually had comments!Hi, Paranoid.I did turn it on, but I didn't want to moderate comments, I

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Have you seen this yet? Just watched this documentary of Timothy Treadwell, the guy who lived amongst the Grizzlies for 13 summers, then was killed by one.Wow.I'm surprised he lived as long as he did, with all the antagonizing and scolding and baby-talking he did to these animals. I almost couldn't finish watching it because the guy is seriously annoying! All the people that talked about and knew

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I just rewatched "Cocktail" for the 47th time. Cheese. Ball. Movie.I used to think it was the greatest movie ever (besides "Jaws" of course) but now I'm older, and I can't believe I ever liked it! I'm embarrassed, really. I always forget that Doug killed himself near the end, and every single time I watch it, I'm shocked! And twins? Puh-leeze!

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Oh yes, you thought you could come up in here and get a job and be instantly part of the "family" did ya? Well, you were wrong. Let me count the ways...You're nineteen. Don't walk behind my bar repeatedly using it for a shortcut. First of all, you are underage, second of all, it's my bar.Yes, we all fuck with each other from time to time, but remember, we've been working together for years, and

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Phew, finally, the wait is over! Bitch, Esq. reviewed my blog today, and it's pretty much exactly what I thought they'd say. Basically I'm boring, and I know that. I did start the blog to vent about my drama with my stepkid, and I liked writing about stuff so I kept going. I know I'm not much of a writer, I would like to be, but that's just not my bag. I'm gonna keep at it, maybe someday I'll get

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Whomever I aquired this illness from. I'm sick as a dog today. I can't breathe and my throat hurts and I barely got any sleep...Oh yeah, and I have to work tonight, good times! I'm not a caller-in-sicker, for some odd reason I feel like I'm going for the "perfect attendance" record at work or something, I just don't call in sick, not ever. I'd like to thank my mother, for bitching about her drink

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(Coke Bottle Bottom Glasses)Oh how I love when you come into my bar and order "Coors Light" every 4 minutes, and say "I'll raise you one" when you tip me. It's so much freakin' fun, I can't hardly stand it. I especially love when you win $600 on video poker, buy every person in the vicinity a drink, and then DON'T tip me, the bartender that waits on you hand and fucking foot, day after day. Night

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Look what I just won on Ebay for my NEW Laptop!!Don't be jealous, I know it's super fucking cool! I'm such a geek, seriously. I went to Office Depot yesterday, to take my router back, and exchange it for a cheaper model that actually works (go figure) and since I had some money left over, I bought a DVD burner for my desktop computer! Now I can download porn and actually watch on the TV, rather

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Seriously, wireless is a big fat stupid ugly pain in my ass. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing wrong here, but it's clearly something, because I bought the necessary equipment, and I can't get more than 6 feet from my stupid fucking router! Ugh! I'm seriously thinking about buying a 200 foot cable and just carrying my laptop all over the house so I can actually use it somewhere other than my

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Yup, I went out and bought the wireless router for my new laptop. (Thanks, Fung!) Hooked it all up yesterday, seemingly simple, take the same fucking cords and shit from the old router and hook them up to the new router, right? WRONG. After farting around with it for about an hour, I finally had to leave for work, but I was able to get online, with my neighbor's XBOX connection, I guess! Nice,

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It's the Queen of Wishful Thinking's Birthday today!Found a cake for you on google images! Happy Birthday!! Hope you have a great one!! I'll see you tonight!!

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So I had this bright idea to take the boys to see "Eight Below"...Saw some previews, thought it would be a good family movie. All I can say is, if you have an hour and 52 minutes to kill, and you think you need to get some crying done, this is the movie for you.I cried throughout almost the entire movie. Remember when Disney movies used to be really sad? Think "Old Yeller". This movie is right up

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Okay, weirdness. We got a new kitty a month or so ago, Murphy, a little female. I had a Siamese male already, Seamus, and he was getting feisty with the new kitty, so we got him fixed, immediately. So far so good, right?Then what. The. Fuck.Oh, yes. Murphy is nursing off of Seamus, my MALE CAT. And he's giving her a bath like any good "Mother" would do...Seriously, I'm a little freaked out right

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Well, Stepspawn called the Hub last night, she's been really angry since reading my email to her grandparents and mother...Back the fuck up. They let her read my email? Nice, drag a 16 year old into it, that's mature. The Hub set her straight about a lot of things, and she was basically calling to be grandpa's mouthpiece, and to try and get info to take back to grandpa. The Hub figured this out

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The BTIL took Stepspawn up to Seattle to visit some family, yet can't squeeze in a visit here to see her Dad...She's gonna work at Walmart when she graduates high school so they can use her discount...The family thinks that her responses to their questions were well rehearsed...They canceled her email accounts, and if anyone wants to contact her, they have to send it to BTIL's email, FIL will

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I like it better, kinda bland, but easy to look at, and I made my new header from a pic I found online, perfect, huh?? Let me know, I need feedback people!! ;^)

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Since I can't afford to hire a "designer", I thought I'd mess around a bit with my color scheme...What do you all think? I submitted my blog to Italk2much and I started to get scared that they were going to review it with my black background/white type, so I panicked! Now I can get smacked for lack of content rather than template!! I'm not sure about the blue, might go with something different

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The Hub called Stepspawn last night, she was very monotone and unresponsive. He asked if she was excited about moving to Arkansas, she said yes. He asked if she would rather move to Arkansas or come back here to live, she said Arkansas. She asked him at least 4 times why he was calling, was he calling for some reason? He told her he missed her and hadn't talked to her in a while. He asked if she

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I set foot in a gym today. I actually signed up for a free week, to "try it out." We all know anyone can do a week in the gym, it takes a month or so to really start slacking, right?So the woman that is giving me the tour is limping and old (nice, really want to work out here) and we have to take the elevator for some reason...Um, hi. You work in a fucking gym!!! Shouldn't you be in somewhat

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Still no response from the email I sent to BTIL and 1982. We have discussed our plans for getting Stepspawn out of their clutches.I have contacted a lawyer, we are going to discuss filing a petition so they at least can't take her out of state while it's being decided.The Hub is going to call tonight and hopefully speak to Stepspawn, if his dad won't let him, then I think he'll probably just

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1982 (and BTIL),Yes, I’m sending it to all of you so you all don’t have to bother forwarding this around to each other. GOD knows nothing I say is sacred or kept between myself and the person I talk to, so here you go.1982- Thank you for showing me for once and for all that you don’t give 2 shits about Stepspawn. I always sort of suspected it, now I know for sure. If you did, you would see that

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Okay, spent all day yesterday online and on the phone, trying to figure out what to do about this “Cult” business.As you all know, Saddlebag met with the “Crazy” BTIL last weekend. Some of the things we’ve learned in the past few days have us concerned. Ever since I had kids, I have gone through all the possible things that they could be involved in, but never in a million years did I think I was

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The BTIL are William Marrion Branham followers. Google it, it's a scary thought. We are working on getting the Stepspawn outta there, before they have her married off to a polygamist. Doing some research, will update more later...

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Okay, first, let's recap: This has been an ongoing drama in my life for the better part of a year, and since some of you have recently joined me, I feel I should get you up to speed.Stepspawn (16YO Stepdaughter) was living with us, after her mother (1982) decided she couldn't deal with the monster she created anymore. She came to live with us in April of 2004 (14 at the time).Skipping school,

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So I just spent the last hour cleaning off my desk, which looked suspiciously like the above pic, although not actually my desk. I am getting ready for the "Big Move" as in, moving from the garage into the house. My desk is in the garage, because we had collected a huge assortment of fish tanks, so the desk was moved to make room. We have downgraded from 8 fish tanks to just 2, because I got

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I came thisclose to beating a man to death today (not really, but humor me) because of mishearing a word my son said...We drove the hour trip to pick up my stepdaughter, T, today, and of course, an hour in the car with an 11 YO and 2 6 YOs equals~ a potty break.We stopped at the rest area (which is rather clean, or else I wouldn't bother) and Spawn (11YO) took the two younger boys into Men's Room

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Dear Troll with the Mole:I am relinquishing my rights to rent DVD's and video games at your establishment, because of you. You are a condescending twat, looking down on me whenever I ask a question, any question, as if I am some kind of retard. Sorry, "Oh Great One", that I am not skilled like yourself in the whereabouts of every single fucking movie in this suck-ass store.Must you shout every

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I thought I would post some random pictures from my bar from The Worst Superbowl Ever Superbowl XL. I may be in some of these, I may not, I guess you'll all have to wonder! I can't tell you if I am or not, for the sake of my anonymity. Enjoy.

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The Hub and I met for lunch today at one of our favorite bars, Katie O'Brien's. It's an Irish Pub (as close as you get to an Irish Pub in Oregon, I guess) and the food is awesome and the service is usually fabulous.Until today...The Hub arrived before me, and per my request was sitting at the bar, for the bar is the only place you can smoke. (Because everybody knows if you smoke in one designated

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Well, it's over...Christmas Morning Superbowl has come and gone, and I'm left with sadness, and hope for next season. I'm so proud of my Seahawks for making it to the Superbowl, though, and now I have a team to root against for next year, oh yes, the Squealers.I would've posted last night, but I was completely shitfaced, weird, I know. Had to drink my disappointment in yesterday's game away.QofWT

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I was driving last night to get "My Boys", (husband and sons) a video game to veg out on while I work tonight, and saw something disturbing...Is that really necessary? Do you need a Spoiler on your Minivan, for shit's sake? Does it make the minivan more aero-dynamic? Look sportier? The only way to make your minivan look sportier is to trade the fucker in for a sports car!Seriously, if you have a

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Found this on DelitefulDelites blog, did my own (above)...If you want to do yours, go here they find words in your blog and make t-shirts out of them! You don't have to get the shirt, though.

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Ex-Husband called again today...Read more here, and hereAnyway, he went off on me again about not letting him see the kids. He asked me who gave me the right to keep the kids from him, and I told him if he'd like he's welcome to call the police and ask them, "Hey, I have a warrant for my arrest, but my ex-wife won't let me have the kids, could you meet me over there and enforce my visitation

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I took my "sick" kids into my work this morning for breakfast (yes, there is a restaurant area too, I didn't take them to the bar, jeez!) Yes, they were sick until right about the time school actually started, and now they seem fine, weird.Anyway, my manager comes and sits down and says-Mgr: You got her to quit, huh?Me: What?Mgr: SB gave her two weeks notice.Me: huh. (I'm bursting with glee

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P.I. that is!I did some research (and by research I mean stalking) and figured out who this is. It's not who I thought it was, it turns out it's....LUNGFUNG!I don't know why her address on sitemeter shows up as the town next to her, when my address on site meter shows up as the town 3 towns away from me, but whatev. I'm quite certain it's her, and I'm relieved. Wanna know how I know? Too bad, I'm

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Remember last week? About how I hate the doctor? Well, I actually went to my appointment today...You all probably know how fun it is to be manhandled by a doctor, maybe the men don't, unless they've been checked for prostate cancer. I get there, and I'm completely wishing I hadn't shown up, but in the same sense, glad I did, for now I will know what ails me....So I get there, put on the shameless

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Oh yeah, it happened folks. I got to work before her, and when she showed, she completely ignored me. Okay, cool, be a little bitch-ass about it, it's not bothering me any, I know I was right. Made her fucking drinks, not a fucking thank you.That's fine too, just shows who the actual adult is...Then, after she asked me if it was okay to be off, I said yeah, and she sat down to do her money...SB:

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Word on the street is, Kegger was fired because of a combination of poor customer service attitude (everyone bitched that she had NO PERSONALITY) and not doing her side work. Hm. Well, I'm sure she doesn't mind too terribly much since she bartends a few days a week at another bar in town. It's kind of a dive and always dead, but she swears she makes tons o' money there, so good for her. I

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My new manager called this morning, we'll call her...Shaq, cause she's really tall, and I like her, so no bad nicknames for her!Anyway, she says she is taking Kegger off the schedule, and would I like to alternate Tuesday nights with Boobs McGee? (Boobs McGee is the other night bartender, tall, blonde, buxom, funny, total package, I love her!) Kegger is the one night a week bartender, 3 nights a

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I have this blog-friend, Jules who made a post on her blog about something that was bothering her. (click the link to read)Anyway, it's nothing worse than anything I've ever said, and she was completely attacked by these uppity bitches (if you found your way here, you know who you are, yes, I said it!) for venting about her feelings!Now, I know how this feels, I once vented about a "friend", did

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So 1982 finally emailed me back...With this!Hello Mayor, It's really late right now and I'm exhausted but I wanted to acknowledge your email and respond to you asap. So I'll write more in the am from work. You can send the money directly to the BTILs to help pay for her root canal she was supposed to have done this week . Thank You! 1982 (

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I had my Xmas in January party at work last night, and I was totally tired and not in the mood, so I switched from wine to vodka, and I'm seriously paying for it today! I totally forgot (yesterday, lack of sleep probably) that I have work drama, again!This girl at work, she's a waitress, we'll call her...SB, for "Selfish Bitch".Anyway, SB always tries to leave early, and when MM was working there

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Had to get up early today, we are taking the Spawns to Skibowl for a fun filled day of tubing! I can hardly keep my stinkin' eyes open though, since I didn't get home from work till 2:30!! I was the target of so many "Last Call Shuffles", I was completely exhausted by closing time!Every middle aged bachelor in town was in last night, all looking to score, and since there were no single ladies

The Mayorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676264662661908532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883691.post-1138472114554761042006-01-28T10:06:00.000-08:002006-01-28T10:15:14.570-08:00

I totally swiped this from Pissed Kitty because I can easily come up with 10 things, and yes, I'm lazy and have not a damn thing to blog about!1. I hate that everytime I feed my stupid fish, I always somehow touch my eye before I wash my hands, and I end up looking like Quasimoto for a day. Like I do right now.2. I hate my fear of doctors and dentists, and my laziness about making/keeping

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You remember the BTIL? That stands for "Bible Thumping In Laws". Well, they stole the stepdaughter, etc, etc...So I emailed the Hub's ex, we'll call her...hmmm, 1982, cause that's the year that called and wants it's hairdo back.Anyway, I've been emailing 1982 back and forth about the fact that she doesn't give the Hub's messages to his son, Jr. So we had a little falling out, straightened it all

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Seriously, everytime I feel crappy, I think it's serious. Today, my chest hurt while I was shopping; "Oh, God, I'm having a heart attack from all that fast food, I just know it!!!"Last week, I had a knot in my neck, (like a muscle knot I'm sure) and I was positive it was a tumor!!What is wrong with me? Is it because I've known or know people with serious illnesses, and I think I'm next? I know

The Mayorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676264662661908532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883691.post-1138165044501080562006-01-24T20:40:00.000-08:002006-01-24T20:57:24.526-08:00

Does everyone HATE SCHOOL PROGRAMS? My 6 YO, Deuce, mentioned something about having to sing or something last week, and until today, I shoved it towards the back of my mind. Until 5 o'clock today, that is, when he said he has a singing program tonight at 7!!!Can I just tell you, I had an emotional rollercoaster 3 days at work (as you've seen below) and I just wanted to sit at home tonight and

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My night was a night of extremes, to say the least. Happy news first, SEAHAWKS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER!!! What's funny is the friend I recently had a falling out with loves the Steelers, and there will be no good natured rivalry between us regarding this, which is kinda sad.Now that that's outta the way, more work drama.Got to work last night, found out that Metro had

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So I worked 11 hours last night...Good times were had by all, well almost all...40MOBR came in with her BF, Mr. Timid Mullet, and proceeded to ignore me and have the BF order her a "Orange Smirnoff with a splash of Red Bull"... In case you don't know what this means, it's drunk-speak for "Make it a good one." and usually when I get orders like that, I whip out the jigger (liquor measuring cuplet)

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SIDEBAR: I'm drunkWent bowling tonight with the BIL and SIL, in Mayberry (not really but it felt like it!)Started with a few pitchers of Amber Boch, which was the closest thing they had to imported beer, and then the fun began...We were in lanes 3 and 4, and with a $6 fee, every game after was $.50 and every beer and every hot dog etc...So we're bowling, and 8 o'clock rolls around, and the fool

The Mayorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676264662661908532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883691.post-1137720384848956742006-01-19T17:19:00.000-08:002006-01-19T17:26:24.866-08:00

So we go pick up Seamus at the vet, and while we are waiting for my castrated cat to come out, this woman walks out into the reception area...She's a midget, or a dwarf, I'm not sure, very short...don't know the politically correct term for little folks...My 6 YO, Deuce, practically screams (while staring, mind you) "I wonder if she was an OOMPA LOOMPA?!?!"Never have I wished more that a giant

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The EX finally took me up on my offer to come visit the boys. He came by last night (his birthday) and hung out with them for about an hour. He was amazed at how big they are (considering he hasn't seen them in 4 months!) and was actually quite pleasant. He didn't seem all cracked-out, hasn't lost a bunch of weight or anything like that, so I wonder if he's done with that or what? He says he

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Seamus, the cat that tried to kill me is now trying to get to know Murphy, the new kitten, in a "Biblical" sense...I've been armed with a squirt bottle for the past 20 hours, and will be until Friday when the little fucker gets his balls chopped off! I cannot believe how obnoxious he is! Murphy is 8 weeks old, cannot possibly be in heat, and Seamus is absolutely relentless!Clearly I'm a complete

The Mayorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11676264662661908532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18883691.post-1137524930277209362006-01-17T11:07:00.000-08:002006-01-17T11:09:24.536-08:00

Sorry for the cutesie kitty pics, but I can't help it! She's adorable!

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