SONUVAB....

Four days ago, it was so hot that I was sitting here in shorts and a t-shirt, huddled between three fans. It was a desperate and futile effort to fight off the oppressing and clinging humidity, and stifling heat hanging in the air... There was no wind, no clouds, just a lot of blech. As the day progressed into the afternoon, I found myself dreading 5p.m., as that is when the sun breaks onto the balcony and starts to heat the living room up; if it is 85 outside, the patio will be about 92, and that heat just radiates into the house through those fabulous west facing windows.

The last 3 days I have spent huddled up in sweat shirts, jeans and socks, because I have been freezing my fat ass off. The temperature plummeted to 50 degrees for a high, with rain and wind. After the baby thunderstorm on Monday, the temperature took a nose dive. Not that I mind the cooler temps, I don't. I hate the fact that my body has no chance to acclimate to one.

In this case, the yo-yo weather has given me a sore throat, and a stuffy nose.... I am convinced I have been sleeping with my mouth wide open. Either that or the cat has been strangling me in my sleep. Rat Bastard. Did I ever mention that I am allergic to humidity? And erratic weather? There is an assload of both here.

On a side note, our paperwork went through and we will be staying here in the land of fucked weather until spring of 2010. Yes, it sucks to have mother nature wreak havoc with my respiratory system on a 3 month cycle, but it is better than the alternative. We could be in... Bumfuck Plainsville USA, dodging tornados and flash floods, and trying to survive in a "good ol' boy" town with my husband on constant deployment to the war. I prefer to blow my nose and suck down lozenges, than think about him dodging bullets and roadside bombs.

Ugh. I feel like shit. I'm going to go steam my head in the shower.

Puke worthy

The other night, I made the most awesome southern fried chicken. When came time to sit down and eat, the chimp who would be president was on T.V. and it suddenly occurred to me how much I really dislike that man. Seriously started to lose my appetite just as I sat down.

Every time he opened his mouth, I wanted to throw a chicken bone at the screen. I have the same visceral reaction to a lot of politicians... Except this time it was far worse. Every channel I changed to had the same coverage of that liar, (because AFN thinks everyone must want to hear what he has to say), and I couldn't get away from it.

I am disgusted with politics, as a general rule, and usually refrain from comment on it... But this particular politician has made "We The People" look like a bunch of assholes to the international community on just about every issue he chooses to acknowledge or address publicly. Being that I have to live amongst the international community- I find that reprehensible.

I am counting the days until we can redeem ourselves as a people and throw his money grubbing, election stealing, crude oil lovin', environmental destroying, war monger ass out on his ear, and start writing the history books on the worst president and shittiest administration EVAH.

Stop it. Now.

I have 6 email addresses. Why? Because I have one for my ebay stuff, one for each of my websites, and one just for junk. The problem is, my non-junk accounts are more and more being clogged up with bullshit. I am not talking viagra-selling, vibrating ring-wearing porn stars with replica watches for sale.... I get plenty of those- but I am talking about the mindless forwards from people on some extended network of friends and family- i.e. the bitch with me on her list... who is a workmate of a friend of a cousin twice removed... who got the same email as me and made some list of asshatery for forwarding shit to. Christ on Crutches! Does it never end?!

Fucking stop already!! Don't send me some bullshit chain letter about virus warnings... I have a mac. My hard drive is NOT at risk (your brian is, apparently). If it is a valid worm or virus- odds are I will find out about it from valid technology source- and it probably won't affect my system. Cease with the warnings about scary men hiding in the backseats of cars at 7-11, or under the wheel wells ready to slash my achilles tendon to rape me... If you think I am in some mortal danger- go check snopes, then give me a call.

Stop with the foo-foo cutesy letters with kittens and flashing graphics telling me I am so special. If I am so special to you- write me a personal email, and fuck off with your chain letters. It is not bloody likely that there is a "national girlfriends day" 6 times a year. You wanna send me a picture of a kitten? Take one of your cat doing something funny and send it to me. Have something inspirational to say? Wonderful! Then tell me... but make sure it relates to my life, please.

Please do not send me political horseshit supporting the President. I think he sucks- A LOT. Likewise, don't send me spam against Bush either-Your waist high shit mail is not going to make me hate him anymore than I already do. I am not going to pass it on. I will not "keep it going". If you are looking to start a grass roots effort based on something some asshat in Washington said about immigration, congressional funding, etc- then check your fucking facts about who said what- and put together a plan... Usually it starts with contacting your senator or congressman.... Not ME.

I do not need emails about supporting the troops. I do all the supporting of the troops I need to right here at home by being married to one of them, being friends with a lot of them, and living side by side with thousands of them. If YOU want to support the troops, donate some money or volunteer at the USO... passing Spam is not supportive. It's stupid. Trust me, that shitty poem wasn't written by some Marine in Iraq to be passed in spam by his dad posthumously. We ALL remember 9-11. I know all about our boys in the desert. Keep your shit up, and I'll go take pictures of those guys down at the hospital here in Germany torn up by the war, and start spamming you.

OH! Fucking stop already with the Jesus junk mail! I am sure the Lord doesn't really care that you pass on tacky flashing gif files praising his name. He might even find it embarrassing that this is how people "Spread the Word" today. These chain letters shaming me for not passing it on- "If I am not ashamed of him"... Fuck you. Stick it in your ass, and have a nice day. You can take your inspirational stories of God's love and sacrifice and mercy and what the fuck ever else and go away. Now. It's like the email version of Jehovah's Witnesses. Do YOU like those fucksticks banging on your door?! No? Then stop banging on my email box, you zealot.

What DO I like in emails? Personal letters... with my name on them, and lacking 3 pages of forwarded email addresses. If you wanna forward something to me- copy and paste it into another email- and make sure it is worth sharing... Like a good joke. I love good jokes. Got a funny picture? Send me that too. How about a website you saw that was really awesome- copy and paste the url, with a note about the site. Got great news about you or the family or or friends? Awesome, send it to me! Need info from me? Just want to chat? That's great! I would love to hear from you... That would be YOU- not some bored housewife who has nothing better to do than compose and forward horseshit emails, just to see if it does get passed around the world 600 times. I have NO interest in becoming an annoying fuck who sends spam that threatens to give you bad luck for the rest of your life, promises a miracle tomorrow or says your dick or tits will rot off if you don't keep it going... why do you?

These are the new rules about sending MsFreud emails. Take a good look at the email- does it personally concern you, me, or something you know I like? No? Then do what I do and delete the fucker. In the very least- forward it to someone else. If you violate these rules, expect a picture back of some fat guy jacking off at his keyboard, or some old flappity assed lady flashing her grey haired beaver in full HD color and resolution, and a request to pass it on.

My Weekend

Yes, Yes... I have been otherwise occupied and not posting. This weekend, besides the usual bits of damage control and housework, I played the Halo 3 beta. It's awesome. That's all I got to say about that.

I have been sleeping like complete shit as of late... I can't even sleep well during the naps I have tried to take. It has become so bad that while I lay there waiting to sleep, I start resenting my family for being sound asleep when I'm not, and want to be. It's certainly not that I am not tired. I am exhausted. I just get in there to do the deed and lay there with my eyes closed, and no sleep comes. It sucks.

Today is our appointment on Ramstein, and I really don't want to fucking go out in this dreary shit weather. Alas, poor me, right? I just hope I don't finally get that much needed sleep in the car on the way.

A new and improved list

Of random shit in my head....

~Do you ever find yourself thinking about something from years ago- still pissed off or saddened by it? Maybe still wishing you would have said something different- or are still holding a grudge against? Like against some little prick... no names, but his initials are JASON CLARDY... who fucked me out of my Queensryche tickets.You don't? Oh, well, me either. I was just asking.

~Update on the asshat across the quad... his Christmas lights are still up. One side has gone so to shit that it only blinks on about twice a minute, and then only for a half a second. He has his tiki torches strapped to the railing now too. Good plan dude.... Stellar. While you're out there trying to burn down the building, could you shut off your ugly fucking lights?

~It's very windy. The kids want to go fly the kite we have, but it is one of those air foil types, and I have nightmarish visions in my head of my son sailing off into the air like those poor lost balloons at Disneyland. I have been scouting a place to fly it with them. There really isn't one I can see... a place where in case it picks my big ass up off the ground, I won't end up impaled on a tree, or hanging from a balcony.

~My friend gave me a house pant when she left Germany for the states. It's possessed. Like Linda Blair possessed. It keeps growing, and is taking over my kitchen counter, like a slow creeping- but very attractive- plague. I would move it to the dining room table, but I am afraid. It's so damn big it might splinter the wood, OR it might finally come to life and eat the kids at breakfast.... I know you're in there, just waiting, you bastard. I need a machete.

~7 hairbrushes. That's how many I have in this house. Guess how many I can find!! On a good day, I can find maybe 2, and they are the two I hate to use- The static maker and the rip my scalp to shreds brushes. Having a little girl with Rapunzel hair, and a little boy who has suddenly started caring about how he looks is a challenge I wasn't prepared for. I think I will have to chain the brushes to the sink.... or shave their heads.

Breakfast.

Had to go shopping yesterday for groceries... For some reason, while walking down the cereal aisle, I had one of those random thoughts bring all other thinking processes to a dead halt.... "I wonder if they have Grape Nuts." I then became distinctly aware of the fact that I had come to a dead stop in the middle of the lane, and my head whipped to the left, and there they were, in all their wholesome goodness. I just HAD to fucking have them. I don't know why. They are Grape Nuts, for crying out loud, not Coco Puffs. I think it was an evil omen I failed to heed.

This morning, while stumbling around the kitchen in my usual half awake stupor, again my mind wandered to the Grape Nuts, and after getting the kids breakfast I poured myself a bowl. Holy shit. I had forgotten; a bowl of pebbles- fish tank rocks even. I couldn't hear myself think as I chewed it was so loud. I couldn't hear my kids trying to talk to me across the table. I was sure I was breaking teeth out of my head, and tearing all flesh from the roof of my mouth by turning my face into a cement mixer. Even after chewing it up, the shit is still sharp. It's the culinary equivalent of road rash on the tender flesh of the gums and palette. Still, it was tasty... despite my mouth being damaged for the experience. My poor jaw. Christ on crutches! One can only chew so much "whole grain" goodness in rock form before the mandibular muscles threaten to give way.

I have never understood why they are called grape nuts.... maybe because "Box of Tasty, Edible Fish-tank Gravel" isn't so marketable.

Kids Rights...?

In the past few months, my daughter has come home several times from school, in tears, because of a certain child in her class who has, in one way or another, hurt her feelings. This child is autistic. It has been explained to the class that this boy's brain is wired differently, and they are to treat him as special... Okay... Fine... Wait... What?

While I can understand wanting an autistic child to have the same shot at a normal education and have the same opportunities as "normal" children, at what point does it become okay for a special needs kid to interfere with the education for everyone else in the class?

Yesterday my daughter came home really torn up over the fact that this boy had taken a pair of scissors to the little bean plants she had been growing, and cut them down to stems. In the past he has freaked out in class, causing a scene. There have been the times that he has hit, kicked, broken stuff, and screamed.... and for Baby Girl to even think to mention it to me tells me that, in the very least, it was disruptive to the class as a whole. He has crumpled her school work, colored or written on her things, and now killed her plants that she was so excited about.

So at what point does it become okay for the school to put the needs of this one kid above the other children? I am not trying to be a massive bitch here, but seriously? How much understanding can the majority have about this kind of shit going on?

To basically tell the kids "You must tolerate his terrible behavior, even if he breaks your things, because he can't help it." is ridiculous. If he is bad enough off that the kids are supposed to accept and ignore his destructive and bad behavior then he doesn't belong in that class. He should be in a classroom with a teacher who has been specially trained to meet the needs of his disorder, and where his fits don't compromise the education, property, and sanity of everyone else. It sounds to me that they are treating him like Helen Keller when she would walk around the table and put her hands in everyone's plates... and they let her, ignoring her shitty behavior.

I was thinking of composing a letter to the teacher, but I think I lack the political correctness, nay the finesse, to put into words the mounting frustration I have with the situation. Somehow I don't think, "Keep that little bastard away from my daughter if he can't be taught to be at least civil.", doesn't sound so nice, nor something she might be receptive to.

Go ahead, flame away about my intolerance and ignorance, and whatnot. Tell me about the stats of 1 in 66, and blah, blah, blah. I agree that the teachers are not equipped to deal with the situation properly- especially the DoDEA system- but for fuck's sake, until they are, we can't just throw these kids into the random mix with everyone else and pray it all works out okay. The interim should be dealt with in the same way it has been until another system is in place; they should be pulled off with the kids who have special requirements and put with an educator equipped to deal with those problems. In the mean time, the educational system as a whole needs to be better prepared for these types of situations... a system put in place to make it easy and natural for all of the kids in the classroom, and to get what they came there for- an education.

Tossing them in the mix of a regular classroom is not beneficial to anyone. In the very least, the autistic kid will end up emotionally damaged from the social isolation of no one wanting to be his friend, because he is mean and destructive... and there is the fact of my kids being self-taught intolerance for people who are "wired differently" because of several bad experiences with them.

In the mean time I get to deal with a heartbroken little girl, because she doesn't understand why "wired differently" means mean, hateful spiteful little boy who breaks her shit, ruins her work and cuts up her little bean plants.

Moving to....

Tomorrow the site may be down for a little while. We are being moved to a server with php 5 on it. While this means jackshit to me, it will help with some of our forum sites. It is going down about 7a.m. GMT and should be back up within 24 hours. Maybe less.