Back at at home.

I love going to the US. I love seeing all of my brothers and sisters and talking to relatives in other states, but after a while, I long to go home...to my rowdy kids, overflowing laundry hampers and crowded office space. I contemplated staying for a hot minute. Our financial position could be drastically improved by me working there and sending money to them.

Who will keep the twins in check...? They already think they are men, but I continue to assure them as long as they don't dole out money for household expenses, pay for housing and nourishment or buy their own gear with money they made on their own job, the role of man in this house is already filled.

The girls will look like human dandelions if The Hubbs has to do their hair...need I say more.

Such is life.

Another soul to be acknowledged... part2

I was informed that my mom died this morning. I had had dreams of her passing the same time as my MIL, but unfortunately, none of my siblings were available to check on her for me.

There but for the grace of God, we go. I will miss her laughter, her cantankerous attitude and her life lessons. I remember huffing and puffing when she would ask me to set her hair after a long day at work. Polishing her nurses shoes was torture and woe be unto you if she saw streaks or scuffs. We were so proud of her when she finished her LPN courses and decided to continue. My mom had a hard life and when I was able, I did what I could do to make is just a little more comfortable.

I knew this day would come, but I am still not ready for it. It hurts. Tears burn in my eyes ever ytime one of the kids come and hugs me and says "it's all right, Mommy". No, no it's not. My mom is no longer here for me to see, touch and or talk to. Alzheimer's, high blood pressure;heart disease; diabetes; bed sores and depression take such a toll on the elderly. They cling to life, but they pray for peace.

If you are one of those that want government to stay out of your health care options, PLEASE, don't ever become elderly; suffer a massive stroke and heart attack or end up on fixed income without personal savings to support yourself.

Res ipsa loquitur

BOY did this piss me off! SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT; AMERICA!!! THE WORLD IS WATCHING!!

All souls should be acknowledged. their passing is a global loss.

Today, my MIL, who was battling a non operable cancer succumbed to the disease. My husband says she drew her last and difficult breath at 11:25. While the world worries about which of the 12 crypts Michael Jackson will be buried in, This family weeps not only for their loss, but for the suffering she had to endure to finally find peace with her maker, insert what ever you believe in here

She was a feisty broad and I remember her taking English classes, but not comfortable speaking it. One day as we were sitting in their huge kitchen with several of my husbands siblings, and several of the grand children, she said to me in perfect English " I am done raising babies. My children are grown. I will not be babysitting for anyone" I thought to myself, "Damn, that's cold", but that was the type of woman she was. Started early and stayed late. Every child received as a gift from her, their last Christmas at "home", the equivalent of the Betty Crocker Cook Book called Bonniers Stora Kokboken. That was your cue that you were expected to make plans for your accommodations, elsewhere; you had officially been released from "home". Don't make the mistake of showing up with a Christmas gift for her..." She only bought for the grandkids" and gift offerings implied that she was in your debt and that was NOT going to happen. I gave her a nice leather bag about 5 years ago and she carried on so badly, I swore I would not attend another Christmas party at her home...Oh, WAIT! IT was NOT her home, but my SIL's but no problem, her kids home, her home.

She loved animals and flowers. There was always an array of pets around the house. Fish,dogs, cats horses...and that meant there was always the stray hair or two to be found in a meal, lol! They had a small farm and there were cows, chickens, and as usual we would go for the annual hay round up, which I managed to avoid by watching the small kids. There was always a small grill party afterward. Hot dogs and stuff for the kids, but there would always be a gigantic meal for the adults and she never broke a sweat during the preparation or while the men sat and talked. She was on her grind 24/7 and lived for herself and her husband. Big Lil could lay out a spread like nobodies business...and she knew it!

When they would come to the states, I would always make travel arrangements for them and allow them to travel on my non-rev passes. She had a way of letting you know that your cooperation was expected as well as appreciated, more or less of the latter. During Midsummer parties, since I did not speak the language, I would relegate myself to cleaning, making coffee and other menial tasks that took the burden off of me and my apparent lack of linguistic skills. She would always appreciate it because she knew I came from a large family also, and this is just what the older kids do, just not hers.

I will miss her. Her tenacity, chutzpa and general bossyness. Her ability to do her thing and not care what her kids thought; after all, they were grown and her job was done.

"Who gonna check me, Boo?!" Wednesday rants: a day early and a dollar short.

There are several truths that are becoming increasingly prevalent in my life...


1.My MIL is dying. The 5 siblings are now engaged in a game of " who can be the closest to Mommy when she goes". They are holding a vigil in the hospice and chastising the person who dares to go home, bathe or otherwise LIVE while their mother is in this state. The 4 younger have jobs/or school that offer emergency leave without loss of income. Unfortunately, that does not apply to my husband who runs his own business. When he stops, the money stops. He left at 3:55am after receiving the 4th call that "this is it". He came home at 00:30 am. Moms is having anxiety attacks of some sort, becomes agitated and then has to be sedated. When she comes out of the sleep she is conversive, somewhat alert and wants to eat something. I dared offer up that she was a VERY independent person in life and mayhaps she is stressed by having so many people fawn over her in her last days. Relatives from all over the country have been here to "see" her and I cannot even begin to fathom what a bummer that ish is.

2.My lame assed employer waited until I was out for surgery to decide to terminate my contract, then did not have the balls to tell me until I kept demanding a return to work date. Unfortunately, that is how things are done here. There is no last hired, first fired, or merit evaluation for deciding who you want to work for you. I think it also speaks to the level of blatant discrimination that prevails here. Yes, you can say that people always fall on the discrimination card when shit does not go their way, but why is it that the older/mothers/people with lives people are expendable FIRST? All of the early 20's youths with no kids, no cars and no life are more desirable employees? Yes, they possess a certain level of tolerance for BS because they are the only ones dependent on the check (and their banks for repayment of the text/ sms-loans for vacations to Manila).

3.My hair is falling out. Don't know why but it is Oops did I say stress? I am trying to be optimistic. I am actively seeking employment and have made arrangements for taking several adult education classes to improve my skillz, LOL!

4. WHY is it that women take their photo:
A, Holding the camera at arm's length
B: Reflected in a damn miror while holding said camera or the real money shot...C: With the damn camera up to the eye, disguising the face but trying to look like a photographer? This madness is prevalant all over the world and WHY, PEOPLE? WHY?

UNABASHED REPETITION: It's been a while...

UNABASHED REPETITION: It's been a while...

This is my sister from another mister and she has disabled comments on her blog, because she is too lazy to return comments and blog. I miss you and you better not pack up and leave me hanging a second time!!!!!

It is what it is.

I have a hard and fast rule. I do not use my kids names or photos on my blogs. The outlaws ( read: the people I am surrounded by) know how protective I am of my kids and I do not want there to be anything out there on the www that would potentially embarrass or hinder my seeds from obtaining significant employment or financial gain.

That being said, I do have a sister in law that did "tittY" pictures in another European country and the twins ( now 16) have found out about it...They think "auntie"is nasty and wonder if this contributed to her divorce from their uncle ( who is my sisters son, hence my nephew)...3 years ago...


I did setup an account on Facebo.ok so that I could contact friends that had stopped blogging and former friends from my old company. Damn if my SIL did not take it upon herself to put my children on there, but their whole names, ets.

What you do to protect you and yours is up to you. That being said, if we were in the land of the free, home of the brave and I knew the tricks of the trade, it would be game on cause I know the rules. Since we ain't and I don't, it is my responsibility to do what I deem necessary ( read: by ALL means) to protect my children. This includes blasting my stupid assed sister in law, upsetting my other inlaws, and other wise causing grief, because my MIL is terminally ill with cancer.

Just know this. If you are on Fac.ebook...that is your business. That does not give you the freedom to blow up everybody you come in contact with to fatten your account and get hits.

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