Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Kids are like Parasites

So today, @IbecameMyDad wrote up a post on his blog, I've Become My Parents, about a question I asked. Why are kids such assholes around other parents? Or is that just mine? I won't post spoilers, so go read it.

Afterwards, we remarked on how much more helpful it would be to harness all that evil energy, and turn it into something good. Like free air conditioning, or something. But, in the process, he pointed out that it would work great, if it weren't for the fact that the kids suck all the energy they have out of their parents.

I called them parasites. @Handflapper made an unrelated comment calling something else a cyst. I thought- yes, that, too! Kids are like parasites, or cysts.

They start off as parasites- sucking their life force from you as you get all crafty enough to make babies. But even once they are born, they continue their parasitic ways. Sucking energy from you- and sleep! For every minute of lost sleep a parent has, a child sleeps for 2 minutes. They steal your sleep. I think.

Look, it's not like I'm a scientist or anything, but I'm pretty sure we're on to something here.






And in other news, the Nonamus house was blanketed in almost 9" of white shit last night, so there's no school today. And since they shut down not one, but TWO highways here in the area last night, Spouse stayed home, and made me breakfast in bed :)

Here's some photos from the shitfest.














It's like a giant shit fest outside. I changed my mind- I would really like summer back, please and thank you.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Blogging Is Like Posting Your Diary


Here's the thing about blogging. You're putting your own, personal thoughts out there for the world to see. Stripped bare, so to speak. Showing it all with a little dance, whether the world is ready to see it, or not.

Here's the other thing about blogging. Not everyone is going to fall down and instantly love every last thing that you post. In fact, some people might dislike it immensely. Probably half the people who read what I write roll their eyes and move on.

Occasionally, you get the verbal nay-sayer. The person who stands up and amongst the sheep yells, "You're a fucking moron!" (you HAVE seen the title of this blog, haven't you? Because of COURSE I am. I embrace it).

Last week, I found a blog I like. I read several things, commented a few times, and then I found it. The post I disagreed with. It wasn't anything bad, but the basis of the post was highly personal, and involved bashing another person who (in my opinion as a reader, and not personally knowing either person involved) was probably severely depressed, and showing signs of needing help.

Instead, the person turned on him because he ruined a special day by messing up. She admitted that since then, she went from being friends with him for over a decade, to only seeing him once since, which was like 3 years ago.

I pointed out my thoughts- that to me (as someone who has been horribly depressed, and who has probably looked like a wreck to others) that he probably could have used some compassion and understanding, along with some help. I did point out that due to the circumstances of the special day it happened on, that I could definitely understand her upset and anger at the moment.

The response I got was a touch on the snide side, with a follow up comment to all of the other commenters that she was sorry such a RUDE person would come in and talk about something so personal, without even knowing anyone involved.

Well, hello! You posted it on the fucking internet. Did you expect everyone to say "Poor you?"

And that's my point with this post. I don't always agree with people- that doesn't mean I dislike them, or that I'm being rude in speaking my mind. It also doesn't mean I'd never go to the blog again, and read other posts.

And it certainly doesn't mean I'm going to bitch about people who don't agree with me.

We're all born with a free mind, and thoughts, and feelings about certain things, whether it's what's going on in your own life, or another persons. It's just how it works.

No two people will ever agree on every last thing. It just doesn't happen. Raised different ways, different life experiences, different points of view. We all see things differently, plain and simple.

Do I begrudge that she called me rude? Not really. If you feel defensive about something, you tend to push back when you feel cornered. Do I dislike her or her blog for it? Not in the least.

I post a LOT of random shit here. Honestly, I'm surprised more people don't rake me over the coals.

In the end, all I can be is me. Love it, leave it, hate it... whatever.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thankful For...

So, instead of sitting here and insipidly saying, "I'm thankful for kids, and a house, and food, and blah, blah, blah", I'm going to tell ya'll what I'm thankful for.

First and foremost, I'm thankful for Vodka and Orange Juice. Oh, praise Sweet Baby Jesus. That mix got me through many a family gathering over the years- and normally, I'm not even a Screwdriver fan. But, it's tradition, so I use it to my advantage.

I grew up in a family where my Grandparents owned a bar. Every major holiday included a Screwdriver bar. OJ and Vodka were just as important as the Turkey, so I do my best to continue the family tradition at home.

Next, I'm Thankful that people actually read my blog. Yes, for reals. Seriously, I didn't anticipate people REALLY liking this little corner on the blog, so every follower and comment makes me smile as i drink down Screwdriver number the Fourth.

And if you need proof?

Here.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Holiday Get Togethers Make Me Cringe

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. In the Nonamus house, we stay home. We don't go to the big family dinners, or see all 500 relatives we haven't seen in ages. We stay home, we make cinnamon rolls, a big turkey dinner, and we just enjoy the day- usually in our PJ's still.

When Minion 3 was little, we admitted defeat. Big gatherings were too hard to do- not just for us, but for the kids. Minion 2 already had his issues with crowds, but we plugged along and did them anyway. By the time M3 was about 2, and the same issues started to crop up, we just gave up.

Holiday gatherings were very important to me- every major holiday meant going to my Grandma's house for dinner with all of the cousins. I cherished it. When the kids were little, the gatherings became very stressful. The kids hated crowds, and it was melt down city when they were being passed from one person to the next, with kids all up in their faces.

When you have a child with Asperger's Syndrome, you have a child who does not like change, big crowds, and they tend to melt down when things are going poorly for them. Some might call it a temper tantrum, but there's a big difference in a temper tantrum that a neurotypical kid might have, say over not getting something at the store, and a melt down that an Aspie might have when their systems are just too over loaded, and they can't process any of it.

In a large family gathering, you're bound to have:

A lot of people - and if you're a child, that's a lot of tall people.

Noise - everyone is talking, the TV or radio might be going, and it's a lot to process.

Kids - a lot of children who probably don't understand that your child doesn't want you right in their face, or dragging them around from room to room to play.

New schedules - Is lunch at noon? Three? Do you eat at the same time you would at home? Usually not, which means that schedule sensitive kids are thrown out of wack, and wondering why they can't eat now.

New foods - There are a lot of foods on the table, and a lot of Aspie kids have... shall we say "sensitive" pallets. My youngest, for instance, won't eat something new, period. If she's never tried it, she's not going to try it. I know one child who only eats food of a specific color. It's not at all unusual for an Aspie to be highly picky when it comes to the foods they'll eat, so a large table filled with odd food is usually not what they want to see.

Chaos - My family is not overly large, but it's big enough. You have the grandparents, who have 4 kids. 2 of those 4 are married, making it 6 people. Of those 6 people, you have 8 grand kids. Of those 8 grand kids, 5 are either married, or have a long term SO, making it 13. Of those 13, there are 12 great grand children. So, if everyone were to show up at a family get together, that's 33 people. In a house. Mostly in 3 rooms- the kitchen, dining room, and living room.

That's a lot of people. A lot of noise, a lot of movement, a lot of unknowns.

All of that equals a lot of melting down. So, we just stopped doing it. We no longer go anywhere for Thanksgiving or Easter. Christmas is a bit more unavoidable, and of course, there are even more places to go on Christmas.

Living over an hour from any of our relatives makes planning Christmas even more "fun".

On my side of the family, of course, are divorces. I have a step-mom and a step-dad. With that comes additional get togethers. Over the past 3 years, we have perfected it.

Once my step-mom's family plans their large get together, we plan our small ones. This year, it'll go like this:

Saturday morning, pack up 2 Micromachine cars, separate the kids, and get in. (Last year, we took 1 car- too much stuff, too many people). We drive about 75 minutes to my dad's house, where we usually meet up with my brother, his SO, and their 2 kids. My dad's house is SMALL. So, we squeeze 11 people into his tiny house (his kitchen is so small, it's crowded if 2 people are in there). We eat breakfast, and do gifts, then we all get in the cars, and head over to my grandma's family gathering (this being my step-mom's side).

That's usually held in a Church, because we're too big to contain in a house. If I counted right, with children, grand children, great grand children, and now 1 brand new Great Great Granddaughter, there are 48 people. That's not counting new SO's I don't know about, and the odd extended family.

We stay at the Church for a couple of house, then our family and my brother's family heads up north to my Mom's house. There, we have my mom & step mom, my 2 brother's with their SO's, and combined 3 kids, my sister and her 2 kids, plus me, spouse, and 3 more kids. It gets crowded.

Finally, everyone leaves- we spend the night, then drive another 90 minutes or so further up north to Spouse's family, where we do it all in 1 stop. Aunts, uncles, cousins, in-laws, etc.

It means 1 very busy day, but gets it all over and done with, and leaves us sitting home and relaxing on Christmas day.

Here's hoping we don't get some massive snow storm that day. That's happened twice, which left us without doing Christmas with my Mom one year, heading up north ON Chirstmas day the same year, and not having Christmas with my Dad a whole different year.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Right?

I've been absent. A lot. I have felt a lot like I just don't have anything funny to say, or amusing, whether it only amuses me or not. With winter approaching, and all the crap with my family, and the holidays, and what not, the funny has been lost on me.

There are moments when I laugh, and think about blogging, or hopping on twitter, but I just haven't. It's also a busy time of year for me. The biggest event I plan is a large online auction of handmade items for Black Friday. I have over 30 vendors this year- it's like an online craft show, really. All the fun of shopping from the warmth of home, and you can still support the little guy doing it.

For anyone interested, the auction starts Wed evening at 9pm EST at Bowtique Critique on Facebook. Some freebies, lots of gift ideas, etc.



There, I've done my part and blurbed about that.

Moving on. Today is the last day of school for the kids this week. It's been a short month for them- they had the first two Friday's off, as well, and then last week, Minion 3 came home sick on Friday.

I had a craft show over the weekend, which was a good one. I made enough money to shop on Black Friday, so, you know... score. Also made enough to buy some A-MAZ-ING cupcakes at the show. The first one I tried had a cookie dough center. #LOVE

I will try to post again this week- if nothing else, than photos from Black Friday shopping. Or Thursday? I kind of hate that stores are all on Thursday night now. WTF. It fucks with my feeble little mind.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Don't Read This

Last week, I got on Twitter and wound up having a non-stop laugh fest for about 2 freaking hours. Seriously, it was more than a little needed, and way awesome. Twitter has never been my favorite social network, but now that I have the hang of it, I fucking love it, and have found some amazing people.

I even found one friend who was born in my home town, and has family in the area still, like I do.

But back to the conversation. It started with music, and ended with something far less musical.

More after the "jump" or "cut" or whatever else they call that lil fucker. If you are related to me by blood, just don't click it. You were warned. And brother K? You KNOW what happens when you ignore my warnings.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Monday's Words of Wisdom

Brazzlefrat.- Lorelei Gilmore, Gilmore Girls



Dia de los Meurtos - in which I was corrected because I know jack about Spanish.

The Weekend From Hell - in which I get schooled on just how ghetto-trash Taylor, MI is.

Real Conversations: Hairy Beast Version - in which "Anonymous" talks about her hairy clit.


I realize I haven't brought the funny enough lately. I have some doozies coming up. In the mean time, today is the 1st court hearing for the guy accused of beating my 3 month old nephew. It's just a hearing- you know, guilty, not guilty. He's been proclaiming his innocence on camera, though, so I'll take the surprise out of it and just call it now- he's gonna claim not guilty.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Real Conversations: Hairy Beast Version

This conversation is being posted on the understanding that it happened weeks ago (by the time it posts), and that the person I was talking with is totally anonymous. NOT to be confused with Anna Nonamus. Two totally different people. I promise.

Me: Working on 3 hours of sleep. Refusing to take a nap. I WILL SLEEP TONIGHT!

A(for anonymous - NOT Anna Nonamus) - Good luck with that. You need to get back to normal sleeping.

Me: I know, right? Chugging caffeine.

A: Scheduled laser hair removal for next wed. That should be interesting.

Me: ......finally getting rid of the stash?

A:  It's a beard, not a mustache. Arm pits, legs, and clit next time if it doesn't hurt too much.

Me. .....You have hair on your clit? Cause.... that's NOT normal.

A: Region

Me: 70's porn bush?

A: No, mostly just the space between the joint of the leg or what ever. LOL.

Me: Vagina Stash. Hair on the lip. You realize, I hope, that there is NO WAY this is NOT going on my blog.

A: DELETE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG, I forgot I was talking to the BLOGGER, not my FRIEND!

Me: Would it help if I change your name?

A: Anna! Please!

Me: And post date it to post in like... 3 weeks?


And thus, the reason this post is in November and not a while back.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Weekend From Hell

Last weekend, I was due to go to a craft show at the large Gibraltar Trade Center in Taylor, MI. This was a drive for me as it's about 90 minutes away from where I live. Typically, if I do a show, I either look in areas that I can drive to and from on the same day, or I keep them close to home.

This was the farthest I've gone for a show, and it was based on the premise that it was an inexpensive 3 day show, and the contract promised 20,000 people through the doors over the course of the weekend. Another promise? Radio, billboard, and newspaper advertising of the show. Keep these points in mind.

I arrived about 90 minutes before the show opened on Friday, and started getting set up. Shortly after that, my friend C showed up, and called from the parking lot. Right off the bat, we had a small problem- she pulled up to my car to see some guy peering in the windows, and check out the car. From there on, the car was locked no matter where we were, or what we were doing.

Right away, we noticed there were not that many people there for the show. While the show was a 3 day show, you were only required to be there for 2 days- Saturday and Sunday.

By the end of the first day, we had made a total of $23 between the two of us. Twenty Three Dollars. Now, on most shows I do, I bring in anywhere from $100-300 over the course of a single day.

So, it was highly disappointing that we made what amounted to bupkiss on the first day. But, we had a hotel paid for already, so we figured we would suck it up. Besides, people really talked up Saturday- busy, busy, busy!

By 3pm on Saturday, we walked the fuck out. We packed our shit, and walked the fuck out. We were done. We had maybe half a dozen more customers that day. After getting our entire booth packed up, we attempted to get a cart.

And that's when the Cart Nazi's stepped in.

See, the area is huge, and we were in the middle of the building. Walking our shit out? Not what we wanted to do. We walked in back, and barely touched a cart when we were told NO CART FOR YOU!

We wound up in the office asking for permission to use one. We weren't the only ones- by the time we packed up, 4 other shops had left, each one with a cart. So when we walked in and asked for one, and were told no?

All hell broke loose. My adrenaline was pumping. I was pissed. And my normally non-confrontational attitude took a hike.

I got right in one of their faces bringing up the contract they were throwing in my face. 20,000 customers? Maybe 2000 over the course of Friday and Saturday. Advertising? NO ONE who showed up knew we were even there. They were coming to the center for the giant ass 20 pairs of socks for $1.00 Chinese flea market out front.

It was a shit fest. Seriously- a SHIT FEST. The people who shopped there were looking for flea market crap. They didn't want to buy a tutu for $6 when they could buy a chintzy China version for $1.00 in the flea market.

Looking for a good show? Skip the Gibraltar centers. The place was a giant shit fest of crap.

Looking for free hepatitis C with a flea-market tattoo? There were at least 2 shops.

Want to find a puppy with free parvo? Yes, they had those, too. I called Animal Control.

You'll find a plethora of stolen goods for sale, plus as many illegal knock off copies of Prada, Chanel, and whatever else you want. Blinged out base-ball caps, wedding dresses for like $20, and a "spa".

You can get "homemade" fudge, beer, and pretzels.

You can't sell shit, though. Cause no one buys shit.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dia de los Meurtos

Today is Dia de los Meurtos - Day of the Dead. For me, it's the day when we said our final good bye's to my grandmother, 6 years ago, as we laid her to rest.

My Grandmother's Senior Portrait, 1955-56

Growing up, I didn't have my parents around as much as any child would have liked. My mother was only 19 when I was born, and I was the second child. There is a lot I really don't know about what happened, but my mom left when was pretty little still.

My Grandmother and Mother, 1970's


She wasn't around for my early years as much as I would have wanted, but in her place, I had my grandmother. My grandma was a mother, grandmother, and best friend all rolled into one. She always understood me, no matter what I was going through, and she was always there for me.

My Grandmother, myself, and my Mother, 1983 or 84. Rare look at me not green or orange. Scary. Yes, I really was that blonde.

Just over 6 years ago, she was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm, and after more testing, the recommended course of treatment was a surgery to block off the aneurysm. Most people have heard of aneurysms in the capacity that people die from them, but most don't know what they actually are.

My maternal Grandmother, grandfather, my father, step mother, aunt, brother, and myself- yes, it's one weird family portrait.

Long and short of it, it's when your vein forms a bubble on the wall, and blood pools in it. They are dangerous because the bubble thins the wall of the vein, and if it bursts, you can bleed out quickly, leading to a whole host of medical problems, or in many cases, death.

Grandma, Grandpa, and Minion 1, around 2001 - they took Minion 1 camping all summer after Minion 3 was born.

The surgery recommended was a Coil Embolyzation. It's where they thread a wire through your body (they started in a vein in her leg), up to the aneurysm, and from there, they fill the bubble with wire, until it resembles a ball of yarn. This helps support the wall of the bubble, and block off the flow of blood from it.
Grandma with Minion 3, around 2003

The problem was that during the procedure, it burst. Because they did not open her skull up for the procedure, they were unable to stop the bleeding, and afterwards, when she didn't come out of the anesthesia, they performed tests and found that she was unable to breath on her own.

Grandma and Grandpa, date unknown

We had to say our first good bye's on October 27th of 2005, and believe me when I say none of us were ready. She was still fairly young, having only just turned 67 years old.

Grandma and Grandpa, date unknown

I  still think about her on a daily basis. I still mourn her, and always will.


Grandma, Family reunion 2004