Category Archives: real life

My summer vacation and other horror stories

Actually, my time in Oklahoma wasn’t a horror story until I found a tick on my tit. Being a city girl, I freaked the fuck out and ran screaming over to my son’s landlord, who lives next door, begging her to get it off of me. She took a pair of tweezers and jerked the little blood sucker off, then told me where they like to ‘hide’ on the human body, the warmest regions…use your imagination and I am sure you can figure out why I spent the next 36 hours refusing to get near my son’s dog or sit on his couch and kept getting naked and looking at various places on my body in a mirror.

I am slowly putting up photos on my DeviantArt account which, if you are bored to death and wish to peruse, you can see them there or as my Photo of the Day here on Nutjob.I did manage to spoil the shit out of his great little cocker spaniel named Charlie.

The weather was friggin horrendous, the temps in triple digits with the humidity and dewpoints off the fucking charts. Of course the day I left the temps went down into the 80’s and here at home they soared into the 105 degree range…evidently hell does follow me around the globe.

It’s so green in OK I was in awe. I didn’t take a lot of outdoor photos as the heat was insufferable damn it. Here in Cali, its nothing but brown or scorched and burnt, depending on where you live.

Strangers are friendly as all get-out, waving as you drive by or just being polite when you deal with them in stores or other common areas. Customer service is alive and well in the midwest, unlike Cali where all retail clerks act like they are doing you a favor helping you.

Since my son lives in the middle of no-friggin-where, on a dirt road with no name…needless to say I never ventured out alone as there was no way I would of found my way back to his house. Those dirt roads were awfully friggin narrow and my questions about how to pass an oncoming truck or farm vehicle were met with laughter. He also does not have more than six tv channels and internet was on his tiny-ass cell phone. I stayed up on baseball scores and that was the total sum of my internet usage whilst in the heartland.

My son did take me out and about however, so I got to see the beautiful countryside and meet his friends, all of whom were all very hospitable and quite talkative. My favorite photo that I took is my son holding a new-born calf that was rejected by her mom who gave birth to twins. He will help bottle-feed the calf until she is old enough to go back into the herd. The kid wants to go into ranching as a…cough…job, and although I believe he could do it..the chance to ‘move up’ is kinda slim don’t ya think? Plus, no benefits and feeding cattle three times a day in the snow during winter doesn’t sound too great either.

All in all, it was an interesting and informative trip. I still see all the lush green, and that tick, in my minds eye whilst sitting in the friggin heat here in the south end of the San Joaquin valley.

And I really miss my son..

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Happy trails to moi….

I am heading out to the midwest. Wish me luck as I have never spent time in our nation’s midsection. Will be visiting my son and dragging him, kicking and screaming, to see my mother whom he can’t stand.

See you folks in a week, as there is no intertubes in the middle of no-friggin-where Oklahoma where my son lives.

Be good to yourselves and each other.

About my Dad…and the YSFH

First I need to tell you that I love my Yuppie Sista from Hell (YSFH), who has stepped up to the plate as never before when it comes to Dad and his problems lately. She has done more get his life back together and taken more shit from the ‘old man” than I ever have or could. She is getting him into a senior apt complex which is no picnic with a jackass like him. She is replacing all his lost furniture, clothing and all the other things that go with ‘having a life’.

I tip my hat to her…and everyone else should as well. I have blogged, in the past, that she is self-centered, but this time..when the shit totally hit the fan, when he was burned out of his apartment…she has walked a mile and more in my flip flops (no one else has btw) and for that…. I love and adore her.

If it wasn’t for her…my dad would be living with that grifter whackjob from hell who has been milking him for years out of his monthly retirement income..her and her two adult kids, who sponged off my father for a year when they lived with him rent-free.

So hats off to the YSFH…I love her and appreciate her like never before…because she is working a full-time job, mostly out-of-town in LA and commuting back to San Diego daily, and taking care of that cranky pain in the ass who, if left to his own resources, would be drunk by noon and never eat an ounce of real food.

I am sending her the link to this post…she deserves someone paying homage to her work for the last week and believe me when I say none of our other sisters or our brother have done shit…or offered to help in any way.

I love you sista woman.

This n’ that.

First things first…Sirens Chronicles is closing up shop. It was a fun carnival ride while it lasted. I met many a talented writer and people who still give a shit how the world is run and by whom. I will miss my morning duties, but hey….ch-ch-changes ya know?

Second, I can no longer tolerate BP and their fuckery. Evidently The Big O can’t either. He needs to put his foot up their collective ass and shake em up a bit. I find myself changing the channel when BP and the oil spill are being discussed. Chalk it up to PTSD with regard to the Santa Barbara oil spill and how it affected me as a young adult…seriously, I do not kid on this issue. Dead or dying animals covered in oil are never funny or appropriate.

Third, my dad is doing much better…but he still won’t discuss alternative types of living, and most family-type folks still think he needs to be in a more controlled setting. The differences lie in how much control. Family politics are such a bitch…but then, so am I. ;p

Time to get my sports sunday on…I love this day of the week. 😉

Oh kiss my brown ass bitch.

I send that thought to my yuppie sista from hell. That cunt is on my last nerve. She has spent a total of five-fucking-minutes with my father in the last three weeks.

Who does this dumb bitch think she is fooling? It certainly isn’t me.

I live with the old fart. And lemme tell ya, he gets more together with each friggin day. He drives me up a fucking wall with his bitchin and needling.

And the man deserves some dignity. ok?

Plus, my animals miss me, and so does the Ball n Chain….