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i was cooking bacon a few weeks ago. my son comes to me and asks, "Mummy, why do you cook the bacon with two forks?" i told him that i cooked it like that, because that's how my dad always cooked the bacon... with two forks.

last weekend we were over my parents', and my dad was cooking bacon. i related the two forks story to him and he smiled. "do you know why i cook bacon with two forks? because my dad always cooked the bacon that way."

and so it comes full circle. i wonder how many generations back 'fork assisted bacon cooking' reaches. and i wonder if my kids will be cooking bacon someday and their kid asks them why it's done with two forks.

how do you feel about humans perverting your name to control others?

- i remember why i never post. all i really want to do is bitch about my kids, but i promised a long time ago that i wasn't going to keep making those updates. but really? my kids are difficult, and everyone seems to think i'm doing a great job considering (everyone being counselors, med doctors, teachers, friends, family, and random strangers). but. i never feel that way. and in the back of my mind (maybe it's not quite back) i think that all these people assume i'm lying, or putting up a front; that when no one's looking, i'm this monster that screams all the time and forces them to do awful things. i mean, the kids' behaviour reflects the parent's ability to parent, doesn't it?


- it was sooooo nice out yesterday, in the upper 60s. my friend and i broke out the short skirts and boots and walked ourselves around town. rediculously nice out for early March.

and we're getting snow tonight.

i love New England weather. this whole winter has been crazy warm and practiclly snowless (it snowed last week, and on Halloween... aside from some flurries, that's been it for snow). and we're only getting a couple inches tonight, but everyone is all omg it was so warm yeaterday wtf. and um, hello, is this your first week in New England? no? then you should expect this kind of changing weather!!!


- i have Monster High dolls. i'm a fully grown woman and i play with dolls. these girls are awesome though. no regrets, no regrets at all.

http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/one-towns-war-on-gay-teens-20120202

this article made me so angry that i cried. why is everyone so hung up on the gay? WHY IS IT YOUR BUSINESS?!?

also, the way kids are treated horrifies me to no end.

Ethie: sorry i had to unfollow your Tumblr, it's just you reblog like the crazy girl you are! and it was really clogging my dash. i don't follow that many people. and i still don't get Tumblr. but they sure have pretty pictures.

i was sick, had bronchitis. i actually went to a doctor and got antibiotics. i don't make a habit of the doctor. and i don't even remember the last time i had antibiotics. so i'm better, but i still have the cough... i'll most likely have it until spring. bleh.

i have a webcam, i got one for Christmas. aaand i have a Skype. i'm taiga.star . you can add me and maybe we can chat sometime. just don't be all blowing up my internet, kay? good. i'll be seeing you all out there.

um... hi.

i know, it's been what, a year? i dunno. a few of you over the past months have questioned my absence and expressed well-wishes. Tig, Carol, Misty, Sarah... then there's Aurora, and Ethie, and Louis... i think about you guys a lot actually.

why the dissapearing act? i don't know. i almost feel like... like i'm at a different place in my life right now. a while ago i just started to feel overwhealmed by how many people i was trying to keep up with online. it's like, after the kids are in bed, i have so little time to myself that i tend to spend it quietly. online still, just not really interacting with people.

i have a trio of Tumblrs that i regularly update:
this is the main one, just pretty pictures i post
this i use for reblogs, the closest thing i have to a personal 'blog'
this is NSFW, and is pretty pervy

i had to move, again; another place was forclosed out from under me. thankfully this time the landlord had another place available to me. except that he accidently rented it out for three weeks. but i managed to move in. the real estate lady was the most ball-busting bitch i've ever had the pleasure of working with. and i'm notoriously nice to bitchy people. just whoa boy. this lady was a piece of work. i had to chase her down for my Cash-for-Keys, which she wasn't going to give me because the other tenants changed the lock.

but.

i managed to get the money, and managed to move, and i only live two blocks away (and it's the short end of the blocks). the place is okay i suppose. it had a big kitchen. i finally have a place with a big kitchen! but i have hardly any cabinets! or a big fridge. my fridge is in the basement because it won't fit up the stairs! so i have a frat-boy sized minifridge. because buying two half-galons of milk at a time is totally awesome!

i'm still hapilly seeing my sissy bitch bf once a week if we're lucky. amazing time are had all around. we are quite compatible with our assorted gender weird and wholly unnatural sex that Rick Perry would be proud of. Santorum has been made.

the kids are doing well. i've got them on their respected sped plans. they're getting A's and B's. i got them a Playstation to bribe them into good behaviour. i got a PS2, 30 games, and 4 controllers... it was given to me. the kid's teacher aquired one from a donation at her church, and she liked the idea so much, she knew exactly who it could be given to. that teacher has been very helpful and it's pretty awesome.

okay that's it for now. i might even update this thing once in a while.

earring story:

i bought these earrings a few months ago. i didn't realize it at the time, but they were gauged. a regular earring is 18 gauge, these were 16s. no wonder i had a hard time getting them in! i bought these just for the piercings that are NOT the first holes i had done when i was 6. i got them because they are stainless steel. and you know? after a few days of being sore, these earrings worked out really well. no breaking out, no pain, no infections.

okay great. i left the first holes open to wear regular fashion earrings, with these semi-hoops in the rest of the holes. but those first holes were feeling left out. i don't wear earrings a lot because they all make my hears hurt. so i went to get the same earrings as these others. but. the ones, in the size i need, were 14 gauge. so i crammed them bad boys in. one was a lot harder than the other. so far, so good. sore, but not painful and broken out.

someone told me "why don't you just keep gauging them out?" and i replied that i didn't need any more gross, stretched-out holes in my body :-/

http://taigasrandomshit.tumblr.com/

random pretty pic blog o' mine.

- i'm gonna run out of my extra icons soon. also i am not renewing my paid subscription. i'm not going anywhere, and i'm certainly aren't leaving or deleting or anyhting, i'm just not going to pay anymore. i can deal with 15 icons. it's okay. i'll miss being able to edit comments though. *shrugs*

- walked around town today. my hip is all weird and feeling like it has to pop or crack or something. trying to work that shit out, but miss musclebound treetrunk legs over here *points to self* ain't getting shit cracked. maybe could get a few people and have them pull my leg. haha, i made a funny!

- trying to get my fuel assistnce (i didn't wait until the very last minute, i swear! there were three whole days before the deadline!) and there's this issue with my gas. the only gas thing in my house is the stove. heat and HW are included in the rent. there's one oil tank for the whole five apartments, with a tankless hot water heater.

aaaaaanyway, i assumed gas was included also with the rent. i thought nothing of it until the gas company came to my door, threatening to turn me off. i was all "pardon?" and that's when my neighbour, de facto super, and the guy fixing the apartment downstairs (all the same guy, Joe) pops out of downstairs and tells him that the gas for the stove is included. he talked with the gas co and directed them to the landlord.

i asked the gas man who he was looking for (i do owe them money). he looks on his sheet... Isabella Hernandez. Isabella Hernandez? no offense, i'm sure she's a nice lady. but do i LOOK like an Isabella Hernandez to you? come on. i look like Melissa Johnson. or Jessica Brown. or Courtney Wilson. white girl names, for white girls. i'm not bein' racist, i'm just pointing this out. my friends Gesenia and Juanita laughed at the situation when i told them. see so it's cool.

this Isabella Hernandez woman and her gas is screwing my fuel assistance app all up. they wanted her proof of address and her new place and i'm all "wtf i don't even know who this is!" so they have to go through the landlord and stuff. which isn't bad, at least i don't have to hike back down there again. and i got it in before the deadline so i'm good.

- weekend with the parents was bleh. the kids were extra bratty, which made my parents extra cranky, which made me extra crazy.

instead of baskets, we filled some plastic eggs with candies and hid them around the house. good times. one egg wasn't found until we almost left (around noon today). turns out it was one of the eggs i'd hidden, lol.

- it snowed for a few hours yesterday, up there in Maine. (it's the part of Miane that's almost in NH, thus close to civilization; as opposed to the parts of Maine that are backwoods Canada.) it snowed yesterday, and was 65 today. classic New England weather!

just in time to start updating again... i'll be MIA for a few days. happy zombie jesus time everyone!

- i think i remember why i stopped updating... i got sick of bitching all the time. it's all either "the kids are a pain" or "my (FITB) hurts" or "i'm poor" or whatever. i'm trying really hard to be a more positive person, and this is not positive behaviour? i suppose a small amount of bitching is healthy, but damn girl, you need to lay off the negative now.

- had to fix the toilet. no biggie, just the chain became unattached (again) from the ... uh... the plunger part? thank goodness fixing it is easier than finding out the name for it. first time i fixed it with a safety pin, but that has become crusty and bent. this time, i used a paperclip. it's already bent, you see. and the shit works even better than before.

every bitch should know how to fix her toilet. i even showed the kids basic toilet function; "this chain attaches to this thingie, that pulls up so all the water gets sucked out, which makes the pee and poop actually flush. then this float-y thing goes up when the tank fills again, making it stop running." when my kids are adults, they'll say "my MOM tought me to fix the toilet!"


- i have this giant mondo zit/boil/superuglymark right next to my nose. it's like i'm growing a whole 'nuther nose. it's gross and i'm sure people notice it before they notice me. at least it's come to a head; good because it can drain, bad because it's fucking draining which is even less attractive.


- kittens are fine. i have the two i want to keep, and found a good home for the other two. got one neutered, rabies vaccinated, kitten shot-ed, dewormed, and a basic exam for $75. there's a Catmobile that comes around the towns which offers this for teh cheap. i'm getting the girl spayed next month (hopefully) which will be $100 (girls are always like that, eh?)

the mother cat has become even more vicious and aloof. she was never a nice cat or anything. i'm going to surrender her to the MSPCA, which is $50. so i'll do that the month after. or, send her away next month, then have the kitten spayed the following month. or something.

sooooooo sorry for dropping off the face of the internet without bothering to tell anyone. i'm not dead or anything. actually i'm doing pretty well. i've been really into the domme thing and that's where most of my attention has been going (well, outside of mothering stuff).

i haven't been watching wrestling. it's not that i don't like it anymore. i still love wrestling and i seem to make lots of real-world refrences to it. it's just that wrestling is on the back burner for right now.

so yesterday morning i say to myself, "why don't you check the wikipedia recent deaths list and see if you missed anyhting?" and i read and scrolled and i saw a name that immediately made my heart sink.

Larry Sweeney.

what the fuck man, what the fuck.

everyone loved you. why would you go and do that to yourself for? i know crazy. i know bipolar crazy, but you definately had the mania side (whereas i've had the depressed side [on a further note, it's noted that this is the norm for how men and women process bipolar dismanagement; men tend to be more manic and women tend to be more depressed]).

how could you think that you solved anything like that?

and how so symbolic. like you wanted to make the ultimate statement, perhaps one big "fuck you" to the entire wrestling business, fuck you, you did this to me. (just a theory there folks).

and i don't know what to tell my kids. they share the surname Sweeney so he was an instant hit with them.

and i never got to see him live.

and i can't afford to go to memorial shows.

and i'm seriously questioning if i should even go back to wrestling. i don't want to be fans of wrestlers, and love them, and let them live in my heart... just to watch them die. one by one, they all die.

thekittensknockedthekeyboardoffthedeskandnowthespacebardoesn'twork.
thankgoodnessihaveacouplespares.
ihopeoneofthemworks.
alsothenumberpadisbusted.
otherthanthatit'sbeenokay.
shitthisisawful:(

it snowed again today. a good six-eight inches. the kids got another day off school. again, great for kids, lousy for parents. with no melting between the last few storms, there's quite a total out there. i friggin love it <3

i had to pick up my son from school on friday becayse he attacked a teacher. again. i'm going to start planning on something more private for his schooling. i don't want him to get into the eith grade before they realise the same thing. the school year is almost over and in some ways, he's improved (acedemiclly, finishing work, going to regular classes) ; but in others he has gotten worse (esp. violence against others). Alecx this is, i have yet to mention which child.

this time was especially irritating because i was inturrupted but more on that later. because this is the nth time Alecx has lashed out, he needed some sort of quick and dirty emergency psyche eval. to be able to go back to school. the people who came work through the agency we already use for our mental health services. two people came and they seemed reasonable and almost impressed with us. they gave us their stamp of approval and all i have to do is pick up the paperwork and deliver the child back to school on tuesday.

yes, i am worried about DCF coming and knocking on my door, but that goes without saying. i doubt i'll see them because the people i talked with seemed reasonable and shared a low opinion of them. the guy i talked to (as the woman was talking with the kid in the other room) said that he found me intelligent, articulate, and understanding of how to keep a stress-free environment for behaviourly challenged children. so, go me!

so, we got a damn impressive amount of snow here yesterday. there's almost two feet of it out there... very awesome. they called school off yesterday (they actually had called it off 9:30 the previous night). BUT they also called off school today (actually it was six o'clock last night).

this is crazy! i've never seen it called off twice in a row like this, especially since it's not snowing today. apparently they needed the extra time to dig out. lucky kids! unlucky parents! makes me glad i don't have a job, or go to school, or something. OR HAVE A DATE. which i had to reschedule. dammit.