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Written on July 20th, 2009
I watched Entertainment Tonight for about two minutes to see if ANY mention would be made of the death of my favorite author of all time–Frank McCourt. Of course there was NOT, because something having to do with Michael Jackson took precedence.
Frank McCourt wrote “Angela’s Ashes” (yes, I know it should be underlined, but I don’t know how to do that), and the sequels “‘Tis” and “Teacher Man”.
He was fantastic.
I have read, and re-re-re-re-read all of his books. True stories, and yes, sad, but the guy was so damned talented you could laugh while he recounted the funeral of yet another of his siblings. He lightened the mood, so that you didn’t want to hang yourself every time ANOTHER baby died. The guy was a genius. And, he overcame unthinkable poverty to move to the States and live the American Dream: namely, make something of himself. He taught for years in various high schools, and it wasn’t until he was in his 60’s that he wrote his first book.
You MUST read “Angela’s Ashes”. I’m telling you–it is an incredible story, and you will laugh as often as you will think about what spoiled shitheads we are.
“Tis” is also fantastic, and follows him through his first marriage and learning to live in the States.
If you don’t read these books I’ll clobber you in the gob!
Eh? Eh? How’s that for impressive Irish references????
For real, Rest in peace, Mr. McCourt. I think you were the shit.
Written on July 20th, 2009
I’ve said it before, but it begs repeating: this woman is fucking retarded.
She once said that black people are not really human. THEY evolved from apes, but white people have always been white, so black people are basically gorillas in sagging pants who are apt to rape her at any moment.
**rolls eyes**
Anyway, she came to pick up my daughters for a sleepover a little while ago, and I was holding Brad. She got in his face and started yammering, and it scared him. His little mouth turned down and he started to cry.
She looked at me and said, “You told him to do that!!!”
Yes, Sherry, you stupid bitch, I convinced our four and a half month old son to cry on command if ever a woman with dyed black hair and too much lip liner gets in his grill. I explained to him that I don’t like you, and that he is to cry in order to hurt your feelings.
**rolls eyes again**
He certainly wasn’t upset because a loudmouthed woman he has seen one other time (and cried that time, too) wouldn’t get out of his face even though he looked away–no, he clearly knows a racist fool when he sees one and probably suspects that she made her son into the piece of shit that he is.
Autumn and Laurel laughed when he cried, and Autumn said, “Mimi, I don’t think he likes you.”
I shot her a look very quickly, because it was an unkind thing to say.
Mimi/Sherry looked at me again and said, “You shouldn’t tell him to cry when he sees me. I just wanted to look at him.”
I have no doubt that our son is gifted, and will excel at many things, but obeying commands is not one of his talents right about now.
Maybe in a year or two, but not now.
And THEN, I can coach him to bite her. 
Written on July 20th, 2009
There is no way I’ll get caught up on all the new posts, so I won’t even bother trying.
We had a fun weekend–the girls had a blast with Jahm’s adorable kids, and we had fun with him. Now it’s Monday, though, and I have a ton of shit to do.
I think we’re going school shopping today, which is one of my favorite things in the world. I hate school, but I LOVE school supplies. In fact, for Christmas one year MotherFury looted her judge’s office and gave me a huge binder stuffed with pens, post-its, highlighters, paper clips, etc. I was over the moon. Didn’t know what to do with it all, exactly, but was thrilled just the same. I was concerned about whether or not she would get in trouble for stealing from the judge she worked for, but she reassured me by saying, “Bullshit. You’re a taxpayer.”
So, it’s either school clothes or school supplies today. Since the girls have uniforms the supplies will be way more interesting.
I thought I would love them having uniforms, but it’s a big giant pain in my ass. They have to wear knee length shorts or skirts, or plain jeans, and a polo shirt. Except, it can’t be an actual “Polo”. The shirts, and pants, can’t have any logo of any kind, or any kind of design…not even a stripe. Why? Beats the fuck out of me, but it is harder than you would think to find a plain polo, let alone a pair of jeans with nary a rhinestone on the pocket.
This summer has flown by–school starts in a little over two weeks.
Have a good Monday everyone.
Evilfury