House Slave Musings

BP takes down signs, hides behind Shell

2010-05-26T22:45:00.000-05:00

BP should be ashamed and embarrassed by the loss of lives and the mess that they've created in the Gulf of Mexico....but this is a bit ridiculous, don't ya think??

I took these pics in Elberta, Alabama a few days ago.

Results from the fishing trip...

2010-05-16T13:29:00.002-05:00

Did I not say she loves mudpuddles?
She used that old chair (I caught
that thing over a year ago) to prop up her SpongeBob pole so she could make a mess of herself while waiting

for the fish to bite.

I had previously "caught" that board laying on the ground in front of her in the 2nd pic. It was way out and buried in mud...I thought I was going to have to cut my line, then it finally started moving...we were excited to see what it was I was wrestling to reel in. I thought it might be another old chair but Soph closed her eyes just before I pulled the board ashore because she was totally convinced I was pulling in a dead body. lol)

Look at my little angler! She abandoned her own pole to reel in the fish that was on my line....it wasn't easy for her, but she did a great job.

And here she is playing with her new "pets."

Yes, they're dead.

*P.E.T.A. fanatics- please control your crazy selves. There are plenty more fish in the dirty canal...and besides, that big one didn't look like it had much life left in it anyway.*

I told her she was being morbid, but she disagreed and told me she loves playing with dead catfish because "you can make them do anything you want."

I have a video of her making them talk to each other that's comedy gold, I just can't figure out how to post it. O well.

This was the 1st time I ever brought fish home instead of releasing them. Soph had a fit to keep them for awhile, so I put them in the bucket that I use to carry all of our fishing equipment in...I had full intentions of setting them free after she was finished petting them (and feeding them large portions of the bait) but unfortunately they perished while still in the bucket.

Hey, at least they were being loved on when they died. And afterwards....lol.

We finally called it a day once it got so dark that we could no longer see the bobbers floating on the water. I would've stayed longer if I had been by myself, but Soph was getting nervous and jumpy every time the wind blew and the reeds and grasses around us rustled...she was certain it was alligators creeping up on us.
I assured her it was just the wind but she wasn't buying that story.
No way I was going to make her stay there if she was scared, and since there have been a few alligators spotted in Bayou Chico recently I figured she was right and we might as well head home.
She got so jumpy while I was packing up our gear that I walked her up to the top of the hill by the park and let her wait there - fully out of reach of the gators - while I went back down to the water and packed up.
Of course then she was afraid that I would get eaten by alligators, so I had to keep talking really loud to her so she could hear me until I got back up the hill and was with her again :)

On another note, that is the LAST time I bring any fish home that aren't on ice and intended to cook & eat.

The aftermath of this adventure required triple bagging x's 2 ...and the next day I STILL puked while putting the 6 x's bagged fish into yet another bag -this time a heavy duty trash bag- before depositing in the trash can.

I was holding my breath, and the transfer to the heavy duty bag would've been successfully undertaken without any vomit produced except for the fact that when I picked up the bag of fish and attempted to quickly insert it in the larger bag...the wind blew...causing the larger bag to collapse shut.

When I reached down to pull it open again, the "drippage" from the bag 'o fish got on my arm.

I cried out in disgust - forgetting momentarily that I was supposed to be holding my breath.

All hope was lost then.
Not even Obi Won could've saved me.

Weekend blah's and Moronic people

2010-05-08T14:49:00.000-05:00

I can't believe it's Saturday.
The last week just flew by so fast....
This was supposed to be my weekend to go out by myself...but alas, Ape left last night to "go to his brother's house" and took only Elijah with him. (as well as several nice clubbing outfits that he refused to explain. lol)
Not that I mind having Sophia, she's the best company in the world, but now it's not MY weekend anymore.
Yeah yeah...me me me me me me. All I ever hear from Ape is how selfish I am, though he's NEVER here and has his own free time every single day. All day long. And mostly every night too.
Nothing wrong with having some time all to myself to relax....something I NEVER get.
I really try not to complain, I don't like bitchy people and don't want to be one....but damn.
He's going through his domestic violence classes (batterer's intervention) but he's seriously failing to implement any of that education into our daily lives.
Not that I really expected him to, but I thought he might at least TRY.
Wishful thinking. As usual.
I myself am attending the "womens education" classes...basically teaching exactly what domestic violence is and how to avoid it or deal with it from their partner and what one can do to stop it from happening to themselves.
I've learned a great deal from these classes even though I thought I already knew everything.
It's also been enlightening to look through Ape's class folder and see what he's been "learning" and the things he writes on his homework papers. lol.
Recently I learned that the reason I was stuck in NJ for 3 weeks with no money was not because he didn't have the $ to send me like he said he would, but because he just didn't feel like sending it.
Why? Because he (advised by his mommy) thought that I would just stay there and (I quote) "abandon the kids with me"
As if.
And then he himself left our kids in Arkansas with his mother while he returned to Pensacola....along the way trying to pick up strange internet whores to take home with him. For real.
And when the hypocrit's own abandonment of myself and our children wasn't enough to get rid of me, his mother went apeshit and accused my oldest son of raping his 3 younger siblings. lol.
Yep, the crazy smoked up bitch really threatened to call the police and DCF and make false accusations and ruin my child's life in order to get me to relenquish custody of my 2 youngest to Ape.
Didn't work.
Her bullshit would've (and was) found to be false, but in order to keep her from making from those calls and sparing my sweet boy from her sick accusations and the embarrasment of an investigation by DCF, I had to move back in with Ape w/ Elijah and Sophia.
That pissed her off beyond all belief.
Then she came up with the bright idea of offering Ape 60+ acres of her land and $ to build a house on said land IF he could get sole custody of the kids and move to Arkansas without me.
Didn't work.
Most recently, within the last 2 months, her scheme to buy our home (without my knowledge) from Ape and then evict me from "her house" failed miserably...because she's an idiot and didn't realize that he can't sell the house without my signing it over as well because my name is on the deed as co-owner.
Duh.
That was right after Ape had gone up to her place w/the kids for spring break....and her plan for him to just stay there and not return failed because she doesn't know that KIDNAPPING is illegal.
Oh, the day she dies will be a joyful one for me....if I'm still alive myself.
She's running out of ideas to get rid of me....I suspect that sooner rather than later she's going to resort to hiring a hit man.
Why does she hate me so much, you ask?
I have no idea. I've never done a thing to her. It's just the way she is.
Now I know why Ape didn't want me to meet her way back when we first got together....lol.
She's just one of those twisted women....acts like a jealous girlfriend rather than a mom to her son.
It's really rather sick.
I could go on and on with examples....even the pics he took during spring vacation.
I might post one later so you all can see. She's giving her own son the fuck me eyes in every picture he took of her.
Seriously, I couldn't make this shit up. It's all just too bizarre.
I'd really like to buy a small gun for protection, but I don't want a gun in the house...there's no where to really hide it and I wouldn't want Ape knowing that I have it. Much less the kiddos.
I'm thinking a taser would be nice. But once again, I don't want Ape to know about it and don't know where I'd put it. Hmmmmm....
So...enough of that rant.
I think Soph and I are going to go to the gardening center and buy some pretty plants for the yard.
Maybe a rosebush to plant over top of Sparta's grave. That would be nice.
Sparta was my beautiful Siamese kitten. I had her for about 2 weeks before Ape "accidentally" ran over her head with his truck.
Then I think we'll go fishing for awhile. Lots of huge catfish in the canal thingy next door to the house.
Or maybe the other way around, fishing then garden center, since it's looking overcast out there and if we wait too long we'll lose the opportunity to fish.
I don't mind fishing in the rain, as long as there's no lighting.....I rather like it actually...but Soph won't like it at all.
Then again, she might. Rain and rain puddles are her best friends :)

Bookworms rejoice!

2010-05-06T20:16:00.002-05:00

I stumbled upon the niftiest website today where you can swap books with other book lovers.
You just list all of your books and then other members can request them.
You mail them the book and then you get a credit.
You also get 2 credits for listing your 1st 10 books.
With each credit, you can request a book from another member and they'll mail the book to you.
You pay the postage on books you mail to others, and others pay the postage on books they mail to you.
Saves an awful lot of $, since shipping a book is only a couple of $...if that.
Anyway, go here to check it out :)

FL is a faggot and terrorists live in NYC

2010-04-25T12:54:00.002-05:00

I'm a bit concerned about my last post....
I think it was done in good taste and it certainly doesn't reveal much of anything, now does it?
...there's so very much more that I COULD have put out there for the world to see.....
However...
The State of Florida is a total faggot and I have reasons to believe that such a simple posting would give a certain stupid loser all the "evidence" he needed to have me booted from the house, gain full custody of the children, obtain a restraining order against me and have me incarcerated forever, as well as sue me millions of dollars that I don't have. And win.
So, shhhhhhh, don't ya'll say anything to him about it. LOL.

Onto other items of a stupid nature......You all know of the recent episode of South Park that was aired with much bleepage and censoring due to Comedy Central siding with a bunch of crazy terrorist muslims, right?
The Terrorist Muslims threatened the lives of the Trey Parker and Matt Stone for depicting the image of Muhammed in their animated tv show.
Now, the group of Muslims claimed they DID NOT threaten anyone, simply stated facts. lol. Along with posting the address of the CC's NY office and CA production studio where SP is made.
Their website was removed from the web...so no one could go there and judge for themselves if it was actually a death threat or not.
However HERE is thier crazy blog....up and running and brimming with bullshit....
http://revolutionmuslim.blogspot.com/
Go ahead, read some of that shit and revel in the hatred and insanity and then ask yourself...WHY IN THE FUCK ARE THESE PEOPLE LIVING IN AMERICA?

Then go DRAW a PICTURE of MUHAMMED!!!
Everybody Draw Mohammed Day May20th

Anyone else live with a STUPID LOSER?

2010-04-25T00:18:00.003-05:00

Poop! (You'll get it soon enough)

2010-04-15T17:04:00.002-05:00

So I haven't been on here in a while to share the joy (haha) that abounds in my life.
Like anyone has noticed.
Well, I'm here now, so just calm down.
Stop sending me emails wanting to know when I'm coming back and demanding to know wtf I'm doing and why I'm leaving you hangin' with no updates or info on my fabulous life of fun and adventure...ok?
I'm all for having myself a good stalker -if he's hot, and preferably shows up naked a lot- but come on....
ya'll wanna know all about my life, but can't even email me a nekkid photo or two?

Anyway, The-person-I-live-with has taken on a new job. Thank Gawd!
Previously he was only working a couple of days a week, earning maybe $100 or so.
Yes, you read that right. Per week.
I have no clue how he's been paying the bills...he doesn't tell me shit.
I would've killed to have a job...but it's hard to manage when one has to be home with the kids
and doesn't have $ for daycare or a manny.
And I'd only hire a manny. No girls or women.
For various reasons that I won't get into here cause it'll only serve to piss me off and I'm in a fairly good mood today so far.
I don't wanna ruin it.
Maybe I'll inform my legions of followers about those things in the future, but then again, maybe not.
I'm sure you're not idiots and can easily guess at least part of it by yourselves :)
Anyhoo, starting today, he's gonna have his hands full with actual work.....and be outta the house more often!
Not that he's ever here much, even when he isn't working.....
I really don't know why I'm even mentioning his new job....it has nothing to do with me really.
At least in his mind. lol.
What I mean is that it's not like he's going to be slinging extra cash around.
Not for anything here at our home, or for the kids, and certainly not in MY direction. Hahahahaha!
O well.....
So, my new puppy that I mentioned in the previous post....she's growing like a weed and gaining weight.
After hours of scanning online puppy name sites (you wouldnt believe how many there are, puppies and puppy care is like porn to some people out there) and trying out a few different names on her that just didn't fit - there was Luna, Egypt, Pharoah & something else I can't even remember now- I finally bestowed her with the name Gypsy.
It wasn't one I picked from a website...I was driving around town one day and she was riding shotgun in the passenger seat when the song came on the radio. I love Fleetwood Mac, so I cranked it up and then looked over at her and said "GYPSY!"
She looked back at me right away, like I had called her name that she'd heard 1,000 times before, and I swear she smiled at me. lol.
We took our first trip to the vet last Saturday.
I thought she'd be nervous, but no, she slept the whole time we were in the waiting room.
She was a spectacular patient, and didn't even seem to notice when the tech stuck a stick up her butt to get a fecal sample.
Nor did she give a rats ass when she recieved her 1st round of shots.
She ate up her dose of worming meds with great enthusiasm, and enjoyed it just as much when I gave
her the 2nd dose a few days later.
I figured that she had worms, being as all puppies have worms and she'd never been dewormed before.
She was also quite skinny, even though I was feeding her a bit more than recommended.
Ok, a lot more. So sue me, the poor thing was hungry dammit!
I'd never found anything in her poopies though, but then not all types of worms are easily visible.
And yes, I did poke around in her shit with a stick. lol.
No worms, but I did find a little yellow Lego man head once.
It was buried in there, smiling up at me...I wish I'd thought to take a picture.
So the vet tech took her poopy sample and went out the door to test it....while Sophie and I were ooohing and aaahing over the obligatory jar of heartworms exploding from the heart of a dead dog.
The jar of heartworms was THE main reason Sophie went with me to the vet. Seriously.
She's been itching to see the real thing for quite awhile now and it greatly exceeded her expectations.
Yeah, she's my special little girl :)
So while we were inspecting the jar from all angles, the tech - who was apparently doing the poop test right there on the other side of the door - suddenly yells out, "WOW! She is LOADED with worms!"
Then he nonchalantly comes back through the door and calmly says, "Ok, she does have a few hookworms, so we're going to send you home with another dose of wormer to give her 3 days from now."
I don't know, I just thought that was kinda funny.
Like he had a holy shit moment on one side of the door and then it was no big deal on the other.
Then I got home and looked up hookworms on the 'net and had my own holy shit moment.
Go ahead...I dare you to google "hookworm pictures".
I was outside with the shovel searching around in the dark for any overlooked poop piles.
I was already picking the poops up, but only every couple of days.
Now I'm practically standing there holding the shovel under her ass to catch it before it even touches the ground.
So far, so good. No itchy red places on the bottoms of the kids feet, and no freaky spaghetti looking things crawling under anyone's skin....
Honestly, I really don't think the soil in our yard makes a very hospitable environment for said parasite larvae.
Technically, our soil isn't soil. It's sand. Lots & lots of dry sand.
There may be a little bit of "dirt" in there, but you have to dig for it.
Grass won't even grow in that mess.
Weeds and stickers and desert rose love it.....but it's not exactly the "warm, moist soil" condusive to keeping hatchling hookworm larvae thriving.
Sure, they might live for a little while, like after a good rain....but once the sun comes out they'll
be flash baked in no time. Ha.
What's that? Enough about the worms and poop?
Oh, all right.
I gotta go for now anyway.

Puppy Love

2010-04-02T12:18:00.001-05:00

My puppy is here now:)
Isn't she just total cuteness, sittin' there munchin on a leaf?

She's amazingly intelligent too, which is most awesome because training her isn't the huge chore I thought it was going to be.
I was all prepared for the trials and tribulations of house breaking a puppy...and she hasn't had but 2 accidents in the last week since she came to live with us.
She's doing great with the sit command too, plops her butt down immediately almost every time.
She doesn't run off or wander away when we're playing in the yard. She stays RIGHT THERE next to me at all times...unless we're playing fetch, and she comes right back with the tennis ball every time.
She doesn't like walking with a leash too much right now...she bites it and tries to carry it in her mouth or chew it off. ha.
She doesn't really need to use one right now because I'm not taking her out of the yard until she has all of her vaccinations, but she's going to have to wear one eventually when we start going for walks so she might as well get used to it now :)
I have tons of stuff to do today, so that's all I can post for now.

Tritoxa Incurva

2010-03-25T19:34:00.002-05:00

I'm feeling an itty bit guilty about calling Ape a fucker in my last post. I might have been a little harsh.....
Not that he doesn't totally deserve a good ass kicking sometimes, but I have to keep reminding myself
that it's not entirely his fault, the way he is.

Anyway, I spent a great deal of this morning searching the internet for info about a bug I keep seeing
out in the yard. For some reason it reminds me of those flying bloodsucking pink shell bugs that killed
the evil little boy in Stephen King's book "IT".
I had nightmares about those things for years after reading that when I was 11.
Now every time I see one of these bugs I literally get chills up & down my spine. They freak me out
in the worst way.
Really wouldn't bother me at all if they didn't have that weird creepy proboscis sucker
mouth thing on their faces.
I tried taking pictures of one once and ended up falling over on my ass and scrambling to get up and run away before it got me....I swear it kept turning it's head and staring at me, all the while that unholy sucker
mouth was flaring in and out....like it wanted to taste me.
Taste the inside of my eyeballs.....
SO I found out that it's Tritoxa Incurva....a Picture Winged Fly.
Look at that freaky thing....

It's apparently a harmless little thing that eats rotten vegetation...so says the internet.
I, for one, still believe that it would think nothing of trying to suck the juice out of my eyeballs if given a chance.

Ugh

2010-03-22T13:54:00.004-05:00

I hate this fucker i live with.
Mental illness is sooooo not cool.
I've often said it's schizophrenia, but after hours of
research I'm thinking it's some degree of disassociative disorder.
Lots of narcissism and anger and love of nothing but himself.
I for one, am sick to death of it.

On another note, I'm thinking of doing this to my hair....

Think it'll look stupid? I think I'd love it.
I have longer hair though...so it might end up looking more like this..

Finally....

2010-03-22T11:49:00.001-05:00

I tried several times over the weekend to post some random crap on here, but every time I turn on the
computer someone else wants to do something on it......
I spent much time searching youtube and google vids with my 6 yr old daughter....she's lately been obsessed with dinosaurs and fascinated by the strange fish that live in the deepest depths of the oceans. ..and bats.

Anyway, I've been obsessed with getting a dog. I need someone to hang out with and be my walking buddy...and since humans are out of the question, I need a dog.
The Dane I wanted was rejected by Ape.
I've inquired about several dogs from various owners wishing to rehome thier pets, on Craigslist and other sites, all were let downs in one way or another.
One woman said I could have her dog, after spending an hour on the phone with her, long distance, and told me she'd call me back when her husband got home, within an hour, to let me know when would be a good time to make the pick up.
I was so excited about adding that dog to the family....such a cool and sweet animal....but the witch never called back. I tried calling her back a few times but she wouldn't answer her phone for me.
I found out later that she'd given the dog to someone else, the same day that I had called her.
Wtf? I just have a general dislike of people. So unreliable and untrustworthy. Liars. Cheaters.
I know I'm being harsh....and I know that EVERYONE isn't like that....but damn, there are an awful lot of them.
So I'm still searching for a best friend. I know I said I wanted a dog that had a big brain and loved kids and
was already housebroken......but I think I can forgive the housebroken part of the deal when I look at these pups.

Aren't they disgustingly cute?
They're doberman/wolf hybrids. Look more like doberman to me though....maybe there's wolf in there, but it's a couple of generations back.
I guess I'll find out when I go to get one and meet the parents of the pups.
The owner claims the Mom is doberman and the father is a black russian wolf....alas, there's no such thing as a black russian wolf. A wolf with black fur, sure, but no species by that name.
The internet is great for research.
I only found mention of ONE other dog on the whole internet that was a doberman wolf hybrid...as I suspected, that's an odd and apparently not intentional crossbreeding.
Anyway, I intend to get one of these, but it's all dependent on what the parents are like. Temperament and whatnot.
If I get one, preferably that one in the front of the pic closest to the fence:) I'll post new pics of her soon.
That's all for now.....

Angry Me for Bodkin

2010-03-17T21:01:00.006-05:00

Lol....the title sounds like Yoda was typing....

I said I'd post of picture of myself lookin' all angry & pissed off.

So there it is.

I doodled on it with paint and forgot to save the original....so try to ignore the "Keep Out Or Die!!!"

Well....Happy St. Patricks Day & all that crap.

Lemme see if I can put up a pic of what I look like right now.....I bet it shows up at the top of the page. If it does, I'm just gonna leave it there. You'll figure it out.

See, I knew it would do that. Stupid blog thing.

I'm gonna go make myself something to eat now.

I might come back and fix that later...but probably not.

Then again, I might obsess over it until I HAVE to fix it....we'll see.

big poops

2010-03-16T11:55:00.004-05:00

I want a dog.
THIS dog.

The person I live with, Ape, is having a raving shit fit because "There's not room in
MY house for a dog!"
Not THAT dog in particular...any dog.
No room.
I didn't say it had to have it's own room....

I mean, I just don't get it.
After all the filthy, yapping, biting, tick infested strays he's brought here over the years (gifts from his mom!) expecting ME to take care of.....
He adopted a dachshund - a damned WEENIE DOG! - from the animal shelter last year.
I hate dachshunds. Can't stand them.
They're dumb as rocks.
They eat BABIES.
HUMAN babies.
http://cbs2chicago.com/local/dog.mutilates.genitals.2.490060.html

I wasn't asked if I wanted a dog.
I wasn't given a choice - just had a damn weenie dog thrown in my lap.
A stupid, child biting, run out the door and haul ass at every opportunity, pissing, shitting, un-house breakable, barking at everything that moves weenie dog.
For ME to take care of. Because HE is never here.
He didn't have to bathe Koni. He didn't walk her 50 times a day - while she strained on her leash, choking herself until she puked. Sniffing relentlessly for squirrel spore. Refusing to relieve herself no matter how long she was walked.
He didn't have to clean up the poop and pee that she deposited in the house after refusing to do so during her many many many looooong walks.
Of course she preferred to place these gifts in our bedroom closet or -her favorite - hidden amongst the toys in the kids' bedrooms.
Those being the only CARPETED rooms in the house.
This ensured that if the load wasn't found shortly after she hid it there, it would soon be stepped in and tracked all over the carpet. Yay!
Who had to crawl around on her knees scrubbing shit out of the carpets on a daily basis?
Hint: it wasn't him.
Who had to chase the pea brained idiot all over the neighborhood - at night, or in the rain, or in unsuitable clothing - every time she rocketed out the door and pretended like she didn't hear me calling her back or didn't realize that her name was Koni?....
Hint: it wasn't him.
Who had to cuddle and calm and dry the tears off the cheeks of the kids while bandaging their fingers for the hundredth time after the dog decided to have itself a nice nibble of human flesh?
Unprovoked. Just for the hell of it.
Because daschsunds are just plain mean!
http://hubpages.com/hub/Vicious-Dachshunds

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwMPH5TAI-o

Koni no longer lives with us.
She's in Arkansas annoying the shit out of Ape's mother. Ha.
I promised our kiddos that if we got rid of Koni, we'd get another dog....
but it would have to be a large dog, with a large brain, that loves playing with kids,
and it would have to be housebroken on arrival.
I've found that dog.
Now suddenly Ape is a dog hater and doesn't want a dog at all.
(He likes chihuahua's. 'Cause his mommy has them.)

I want my hour back

2010-03-15T00:08:00.005-05:00

It shouldn't be midnight yet. This whole time change thing is
just WRONG.
Like I don't have enough shit in my life already,
someone has to go and fuck with the damn TIME too....
get me all messed up...
So....I'm slightly wasted tonight.
The person I live with -I shall call him Ape, henceforth-
bought some beer after i moped around all day saying I wish we had some damn beer.
I think he just got tired of hearing it.
Finally.
I really thought he'd get the hint much sooner than he did.
It was after 8pm before he finally went to the store....
First inebriating thing I've had to drink in over a year.
Anyway, I sucked down 5 of them in an hour & 1/2.
Not such a swell idea, but I couldn't help myself.
I kept walking into the damn table in the living room every time
I went to the bathroom. I'm gonna have bruises on both thighs tomorrow.
O well.
Seems to be helping a lot to alleviate the symptoms of this nasty
illness I've been suffering from all week.
I hope it's not the pig flu again....had enough of that shit around here already.
Bud Light Golden Wheat...it has coriander and citrus. It's tasty.

For Joy!!

2010-03-13T20:59:00.004-06:00

So I just realized I had this old blog from '06.
I had to make a few changes, but now I can start using it again :)
This is nifty because I love to write and I wanted to post on myspace
but I'm sick of that shit and i can't remember my password anyway...
Too bad it's so late and I'm hungry & tired, or I'd start perusing
my wit and writing skillz right NOW.
O well.
Tomorrow awaits...
Goodnite.

first blog entry. Just trying it out.

2006-03-20T14:49:00.000-06:00

This is my test run. Don't pay any attention to it.
~Shannon~