Queen of Rambles

1) Why have I never used Picasa before? Oh. My. God! It is so easy. It beats the pants off Kodak EasyShare and it is freeeeeeee! I’m glad I finally discovered it and the glow function. I don’t think you’ll ever see another picture of me without a glow over it. My face needs it.

2) I swear to all that is holy, I am deleting the next person who makes a BlogHer post. It’s over and I’m tired of hearing about it. I know people need to de-brief, and that’s great, but the rest of us can only take so many posts. I’ll admit, I don’t get the point. If it was just to meet people I could understand that, but the panels? Why do I want to listen to people tell me what to do with my own blog? I’m too contrary to get the appeal.

3) Did I mention that I have pictures? I’m not going to post very many because the majority of them aren’t good, but I think you’ll have to bear with me and look at a couple.

This my very well be my favorite picture EVER. My grandma always takes the kids in the back room to look at her display of beanie babies, but they aren’t allowed to touch them. Why why why would you show little kids a bunch of toys that they aren’t allowed to play with? It boggles the mind. Erik wasn’t crying about that–he was just crying because he was hungry and tired–but this picture captures exactly how I feel when I am at her house.

Something always goes missing when I visit Oregon, and this time it was my favorite shirt! I loved that shirt! I hope my mom finds it and mails it to me, but things seem to get sucked up into a vortex and are never seen again. In this photo I am making cupcakes with L@ynee and Br@xton. On Friday my dad, sister and the baby were all sick. My b-i-l was supposed to take care of the kids, but you know that wasn’t going to happen. When I got back from spending the morning with Granny, he was yelling at my sister and being a total jackass. It was 2 pm and the kids hadn’t even had anything to eat yet. Eventually Lex1e, him and the baby left because the baby needed to go to the doctor and I finally had sweet, sweet freedom to treat the kids exactly like I wanted to treat them. Erik took a nap, we made cupcakes and it was a really great afternoon. They have such wonderful potential and could be really great kids with just a little guidance. They spend their days destroying the house because no one teaches them how to be careful. When they make a mess my sister goes apeshit and yells her lungs out, but doesn’t stop and have them help her clean it up. Isn’t it just basic parenting that you make your kids help you clean up their messes? Isn’t it just basic “duh!” that you teach them to put away one activity before you bring out the next? They were very tractable and did everything I asked. I was sorry to leave them to my sister, when I know they kind of life they are headed for.

At least my b-i-l is out of the picture for a few days. After they took the baby to the doctor (he was fine), they took him to the hospital and he admitted himself to the pysch ward so he can try to detox from all the alcohol. Who wants to bet he just wanted to get away from helping with the kids? *raises hand*

He was so nice to me, but I know that is because alcoholics always try to make themselves look good in front of others. Plus, he is confused and angry that he’s never been able to con me out of any money. He was really putting on the sugar this time. I think he thought he could talk me into buying the kids a $300 swimming pool for their birthdays. Ha! I don’t like to spend $3 on the kids. I would love to buy them nice things, but they get lost or destroyed so what’s the point?

Don’t you want to take the shears and cut my poor nephew’s hair? He begs his mom for a hair cut every single day. I suggested he take the scissors to his own hair (I’m such a good aunt), but he is scared to do that. I don’t really want him to because he would be in so much trouble it would be scary. I don’t know what she would do if his hair was cut. It looks so low income, but she thinks it is “beautiful.” There’s something wrong with that girl’s brain. She has to have them in fancy clothes all the time. No Wal-Mart, no K-Mart, no Target, but his hair can look like this? I don’t get it.

Here’s the baby! He got a lot cuter in just the two weeks I was there. They grow up so fast, don’t they?

Erik got FILTHY every single day we were there. He still has dirt ground into his legs. We swam for two hours this afternoon and it didn’t help.

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