I just found out one of my dearest friends is expecting again. She's not optimistic about it either, as she had 3 miscarriages last year. I hurt so badly for her, going thru what she's experiencing in her life. I'm never sure what to say to her, except to be supportive, encouraging and just listen. I guess its all I can do. I feel nearly guilty for having 3 children. Granted, my pregnancies were everything but textbook or easy, so I guess with my diabetes, I'm lucky. I pray daily for her to have a successful pregnancy she wants so badly. Hopefully this will be the one. I don't know if I could endure what she has and stay semi sane.

On a completely different note, why is it after I spend a ton of time cleaning up the kitchen, for example, it takes my family less than 10 minutes to destroy all the work I accomplished? Its so utterly frustrating, and even though my girls apologize, it doesn't help. Clean up your own damned mess! If my husband would actually attempt to do this, my kids wouldn't think that its my job. I'm not a fucking maid. I should just dress up like Alice in my blue dress and white apron, with little white Keds, and live in a little room off the laundry room. I already have Sam in my life. The whole outfit would go right over their heads. I might have to give it a try anyway. What the hell. Its about how I feel anyway.

Frozen seeds of flower, vegetables and such were tossed into my fuckwit neighbor's yard early this morning around 2 a.m I froze a ton of wildflower seeds, you know the kind that come in boxes with a wide assortment of noxious things? I included pumpkin seeds, squash, cauliflower and morning glory too. Put them all in a big container, added water and then poured it into a pan in my freezer. So it was bigger chunks of stuff and not as thick as ice cubes.

I broke them up into chuckable pieces, dressed in black, snuck out of the back door, across the street and threw into their yard. A bird in a bush scared the heck out of me. That was my hiding place from the street light. I can't even remember how much I threw, but I had a gallon sized ziplock crammed full. I made sure it went all over their yard too, not just where I could comfortably throw. Maybe that's why my left shoulder hurts a bit today.

Afterwards, I casually walked up the street some, then crossed and came back to my driveway. After I came into my house, I waited for the police to arrive. I figured I was seen. I tried to come up with a good story just in case. I was out for a walk, couldn't sleep. Of course I walked by their house, officer. How else could I walk around the block?

No one knocked at my door in the middle of the nite, dragging me away to jail. I got up this morning to see if they were inspecting their lawn and nope. No suspicions whatsoever.

So they've been watering their new sod, and I can't wait to see what sprouts of my donation. I'll make sure to take pics. I'm going to laugh my ass off.

I've got fuckwits for neighbors. These people are the biggest hoosiers I've ever known. No offense to those from Indiana. For the past 7 years I've been told how they're better parents than me and my husband and how they're so much smarter then us too. So, if you're so fucking smart, why are you rototilling your yard in the spring to plant grass? You'd think after 3 years of attempting this manuever, or something similar, you'd learn that planting grass in the spring isn't the right thing to do.

These are the same people who harassed my former next door neighbors so much, they ended up moving for fear of being accused of something worse. For 2 years, the fuckwits called the cops on them, cussed them out in the middle of the street in front of children, called the principal at the school about stuff their children made up, and other things I don't even want to go into. So after my former neighbors moved, they started on my family. Yep, they have to be pissed off at someone about nothing. Literally, nothing. They've called the City on us because our weeds were allegedly too tall. Unfortunately, she was talking about some of my flowers, liatris. She's so stupid she doesn't even know flowers from weeds. She also called about when we put our trash out. She apparently has no life whatsoever. We refer to the husband as "asswipe" pronounced ahsweepay, from SNL years ago. Or Creep Boy. He's a close talker and you always wonder if he's going to french kiss you at the next sentence. She's just Crazy Kate. She repeats herself so often when you talk with her you eventually just tune her out. Actually, I used to tune her out within 2 minutes of her opening her mouth.

We used to be "friends" as much as she can be friends with anyone. As long as you don't tell her she's wrong about something, or question her about her behavior, she'll be alright with you. Apparently you cross that line somehow and she becomes a total slag. I feel sorry for the kids, she's raising another generation of total morons. She's got her 3 year old son so scared of me, he actually runs the other way when he sees me. Her kids basically lived at my former neighbors house. So much so, before we moved in and I'd drive by the house to just check on things, I'd always see 4 kids in the yard. When we moved in and met 3, I asked about her daughter. Crazy Kate denies her child was ever over there that much.

I pray daily these people move to find some place they'd be happier living. Oh, and she's a trustee. Believe that shit? She's a former JAG in the Army, and she makes sure EVERYONE knows she's an attorney. She hasn't practiced law in the 7 years I've known her. Guess I'm still a paralegal since I did that before kids.

So with their yard in this condition, I'm planning some sabotage. Can't wait to see the results. And yes, I will show pictures of my work. I feel so, I don't know how to explain it. I will have fun with this.


Why don't people like this live in the same neighborhood as other morons similar to themselves? It would make

Its been a while since I wrote. I had to get ready for our Florida trip, which was from hell. Driving for 2 days, with 3 kids was ridiculous. Once we finally arrived at father in law's house, he didn't put any of his breakable stuff away. So of course, my 20 month old son promptly chips some thing he has on his coffee table within 10 minutes of arriving. Um, sir, you had 5 kids, don't you remember how they are? Apparently not.

The man got into some awful moods, and basically ignored the kids, except to tell them to get away from something, or bitch at them. What a relaxing vacation. He has a pool, but didn't bother to heat the darned thing so the kids could swim, so my girls are in the 68 degree pool, with blue lips and shivering. They couldn't wait to swim.

I asked to do some laundry, and apparently I don't know how. I got a lecture on how many towels to stick in the dryer. His only takes 5. And those 5 take nearly 3 hours to dry. Brand new Neptune dryer too. I thought they worked better. I've got a 13 year old Hotpoint which dries better than that! Unfortunately, said Hotpoint died the nite before we left, so I had to head to my parents to finish up clothes to take with us. Oh the joys of travel preparation.

Fortunately, after the run in with my ass-in-law, I talked with hubby and told him either we were leaving the next day, which was a day early, or the kids and I were flying home and he could drive the van back for 2 days, by himself. He waffled a bit, feeling guilty, but was finally persuaded that we didn't need this kind of vacation. We left the next morning, ass-in-law not sure what to do. But apparently relieved the invaders were gone.

I feel sorry for my children. Their paternal grandparents seem to be so wrapped up in their own little worlds, they forget about my children. Not sure what they do with the rest of their grandkids, but I know they don't pay much attention to mine. Its their loss. My parents are so attentive and giving to my kids. They make up for the lack of effort from the other side.

Aside from those areas, we had a decent vacation. We took the kids to Sea World and had so much fun walking around, watching some shows, seeing lots of cool aquatic beings and having the kids tell us where we were going next. 7 hours is quite a long time to be in 1 place, but it was worth it. I'd go back, just to see the joy in my children's eyes.

We also took in the beach, which was a blast for my 4 year old, who had never been to a beach. She nearly got swept away a few times from the tide, but fortunately, she was always rescued. My 20 month old didn't much appreciate the water, constant waves rushing in at low tide, or the noise, but the sand was fun for him to play in. He'd take shells and dig. Right up his alley. My 7 year old daughter had fun racing the waves to the shore. The kids and I went by ourselves one day near high tide, as hubby and said ass-in-law spent the day at Cape Canaveral. It was such joy to see my daughters holding hands and watching the waves come in. We all got wet, and loved it. They thought it was most funny that I got wet up to my hips. I didn't like the wet undies on the way home, but what the heck, my kids had fun, and so did I.

My insulin pump holder broke the 2nd day there, so keeping my pump in my pocket was a bit of a pain. At night, sticking my pump in my underwear isn't the optiome of comfort, but it worked. Still waiting for my new holder. Its becoming quite annoying.

My blood sugars were all over the place on vacation too. Its hard to balance food with insulin and lack of exercise while driving. I started my amylin again, so that brings down my blood sugars a bit more, so it was quite a tight rope walk for a few days. My endo won't be pleased with my next A1C, but you know, I do my best. Unless you live with this disease day in and day out, you have no idea how hard it is. A doc can lecture you until she is blue in the face, but damn it, this isn't an easy disease to live with. Fears of lows, fears of highs. God forbid I get sick, that's when its the worst. Dealing with children. I wish there was some magic button like on the Staples commercial I could push to make it all easier. But that button doesn't exist. At least in my life.

I'm trying to exercise more, and even walked up our hill to the bus stop this morning with my now 8 year old. I can't believe she turned 8 on April 1. Yep, an April Fools baby. She was 27 days early too, so no one believed us when we announced her arrival. She actually loves having her birthday on April 1. She gets to play jokes on us, and the ideas of jokes for an 8 year old are hilarious. She's playing with sarcasm now, which can be irritating, but with her parents being quite sarcastic, its not a surprise.

Back to real life. Gotta find a new dryer. I attempted to start laundry at my parents house yesterday, but was interrupted by a major storm, and 3 trees were uprooted in their back yard, taking out the power lines. Watching 3 huge 40 foot locust trees come out by the roots is amazing. I'm glad no one was hurt, but darn it, I need to finish my laundry. Guess I'll have to find a laundromat and sit there for a few hours.