Some bluntness about myself.

I've just been sitting here, reflecting about the holidays and have realized one or two things. These things probably will give the lay person a good deal of insight into me (this is me, after all).

1. I have never and will never, get stressed out about cleaning. I don't know how this came to me, since my mother is an absolute lunatic when it comes to cleaning for company. I seriously do not give a shit. This is not a lazy-because-I-have-so-many-kids thing. If anything, I've gotten a lot better in terms of bathroom, kitchen, and vacuum duty. I have a house that I open up to anyone (within reason) who wants to hang out here. I love having people over. The kids love having people over. The place gets trashed? Crumbs are on the carpet? The laundry piles up? WHO GIVES A FUCK? Sometimes I am just busy, enjoying my life, my kids, my reading, my cross stitching, etc. The house will not fall down if I don't clean/organize things. In fact, I had to live halfway between a house that almost did fall down because of a roofer (KRIS SCOTT) and a teeny hotel room, and I have to say, now, that most people would have killed either themselves, their husbands, the insurance people and the roofer after something like this. Thank god I wasn't freaking out about crumbs or cobwebs. The missing walls and my sanity (7 months pregnant) ranked just a bit higher.

2. I have never and will never, get stressed out about silly ceremonial OBLIGATIONS. I'm not talking about religion here. I'm talking about RSVPs, kids' birthday parties, holiday cards, Christmas/Birthday presents, etc. This also came to a head last year with my mother over certain RICOCK things that I won't even list they are so dumb and petty. It's your birthday? Eventually I'll get you something.

3. The parenting culture today sometimes really floors me, not in a good way. I'm talking about our generation, GenX, for the most part. What a bunch of insecure, judgemental freaks we can be! I am dealing with this for the second year now at Bubby's school, where most of the Coach and Prada Edina moms about DIE when they see Matt for the first time, wearing something like a Snakes on a Plane shirt or just having all his piercings, etc, but now that the school year is half over, they are suddenly warming to me/us. I'm sure this has something to do with everyone actually seeing each other with their children, regularly, and being able to witness the fact that we are decent people/parents. Great. Maybe now they don't think we're meth-addled porn distributors anymore. HAHAHAHA WE FOOLED THEM!!!!!!!


4. I have never and will never understood "party culture." I can go on a drinking bender about once a year, almost always during Corn Capital Days. I guess I just got my dad's drinking aversion.

5. I honestly don't feel tied down having this many kids. Getting everyone ready and dealing with all kinds of chaos is seriously not that bad, and most days, it doesn't even phase me. This is due very much to the fact that Matt helps/shares with everything. If I had an unhelpful spouse I would totally be singing a different tune. This is really the Cancer (zodiac, not disease) in me just glowing and flourishing with my cute (large) family. I am so thankful to have all I have; we are so blessed to have these wonderful beings and each other.

a trip down memory lane. . .

to remember the kind of mood i was in at this time last year, pregnant and without a house, here is a blog i did on myspace:

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


mia’s first cat fight.

little brat.

was probably around 2 and 1/2, i saw it just as it developed, girl yanking on her head, pulling hair, and clawing at her face. i don't know if mia provolked her, I FUCKING DOUBT IT, but she may have gotten in her space or something minor.......i went over to the scene to rescue my baby as the brat's mother was no where to be found, and i almost had a moment where i wondered if i would have to pull her off mia but she ran to me with her arms out, bawling WITH BATTLE SCARS of a little fingernail gouging her cheek and a red mark under her jaw...........

before i knew what was going on or could start giving this little shit the what-for some OTHER spazzy kid, a boy, who had been seriously annoying everyone in the area not 5 minutes prior to this started beating up mia's assailant, and i mean SERIOUSLY CLEANING HER CLOCK. grabbing her, pulling her hair, body slamming her and pushing her to the ground. girl brat was about 2 or so, boy probably about 4. i don't even think thkey knew each other. soon i had to break those two up and go WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? STOP FIGHTING! all the while trying to comfort my own daughter.......



again. no parents of either of the other 2 kids were anywhere around, only me and alisha, looking at each other as if to say WTF JUST HAPPENED!?!?!?? little girl brat ran off to find her mother, little boy disappeared somewhere.

i try to not to get too judgemental with toddlers' behavior, but what i saw was this girl BEATING on mia, not pushing her out of the way, not giving her one single slap, but WAILING ON HER.
it's making me mad talking about it.

maybe i need to get my own LAMB OF GOD t-shirt or just start carrying a wooden spoon around with me? all matt would have to do would be to look gruffly at the child or do a death metal yell and that would be all she wrote. unless of course her mother was one of the regular edina moms who get all flirtatious and SEXUAL when they see him all pierced and alternative, trying to get all over his stick...........


FUCK EVERYONE IN EDINA AND AT EDINBOROUGH PARK. CONTROL YOUR OBNOXIOUS, UGLY CHILDREN. NEXT TIME YOU MAY JUST EXPLODE BEHIND A BOX OF KABOOM CEREAL, IF YOU GET ME, OR I MAY SPLIT YOUR ATOMS WITH MY DEATH GLARE.

I'M THROUGH FUCKING AROUND WITH PEOPLE WHO ANNOY ME.