...с моим детем. Целый день... Мой мозг не выдерживает такого напора. Тааак, если это лезут зубы, то: сначала вылезут два нижних; А  ПОТОМ ОСТАЛЬНЫЕ 18. FUUUUUUUUUUUCK А если это не зубы, то что...4 раза какали. Погода? Вроде бы не меняется. Нос забился? Тоже вроде бы нет - дышит. Господи!!!!! Когда же Динка научится говорить? И скажет мне: "Мам, у меня волосы под мышками растут" Я сумашедшая мать

… My mother :: “.......I SMELL GAS*. DDDDDD: ........*OPENS OVEN DOOR AND PROMPTLY SHOVES HER HEAD RIGHT INSIDE IT TO START SNIFFING*” … Oh dear. But tis a pity, really – the woman is obviously trying...claims to “smell gas” once every few days, out of nowhere, apparently just to have something else to throw a dramatic fit over. Much like her habit of claiming to have strokes because her legs hurt!

Cast: CM - Crazy Mother M - Me, possessor of patience and willpower S - my girly Case #1 Setting: the living room, shortly after me and S returned from our morning walk. Crazy Mother is looking over her...Browne. (ironic in the fact that Montel Williams is going to be playing the character of Clayton) Apparently, my mother thinks that I am the all knowing. Sorry Mom. My sykik is brokeded today

My mother called tonight. She wants me to go down to Emerald Queen Casino next week (Tuesday, if you must know), and try out..... for WHEEL OF FORTUUUUUNE! I kid you not. She's really excited about this. I should go? Y/N

the real estate chick will be here at 3...i'm going to grab some coffee and keep the dog busy while shes here so shes not scared off or injured her first time here..its good manners to wait at least until...lawn chairs filling out these apps that should take a second and they all look as confused as hell and i talked to the girl behind the counter who just shook her head...i let her know i know her pai

Yesterday me and Small Hannah, against our will, ran a tombola at my old primary school, the PTFA of which my mother is the head. I know that was a really badly-constructed sentence, but it can't be helped...a little bit of my faith in humanity each time. I do stupid things a lot, but I like to think it's not sustained stupidity on this level. Or at least that I realise my stupidity. Ewwww hayfever

My mother is very whacked out, I mentioned earlier she wanted me to shave off my beard (it'll grow back, no kidding mom) then she wanted me to have this, well, Florida gayboy beard. Nope. My face my beard...any more. And it isn't like I am going to be crippled for the rest of my life or anything like that. Sometimes, I think that stroke should have just killed me, why, oh why, did I go to the hospital

I was out back checking on my fire thingy, pulled the lid off the drum, and it was still warm, and low and behold, there was still burning embers, damn, I may move it inside this winter and heat my house...groomed, I thought you could have a beard and still be groomed. Then again after I told her no way the beard was coming off she wanted my to shave it narrow and thin (like the gay guys down in Florida)

Forgive me if I'm all over the rambling place with my blogs.  Today I thought I'd tell the story of how I moved out of my mother's the day I turned sixteen.  Of course the events leading up to this point...story. But luckily for my bored readers, (and that's if anyone ever actually reads this stuff)... There is an ending... Married at Seventeen, Divorced by Eighteen...  oh yeah... there is an end...

Oh, dear. My mother :: "*calls me from downstairs to ask me a question*" Me :: "*answers said question*" My mother :: "Okay. ...*suddenly pauses* ...are you asleep??? D:" … And then she honestly could not figure out why I burst out laughing. Actually, she has a habit of calling and asking me if I'm asleep often . … Face, meet palm. e_e;