Saturday, February 14, 2004
Thursday, February 12, 2004
For those of you who know me, you know I am a TRANSFORMER Freak. Well, Today was the day, thats right, the biggest day in collecting transformers in twenty years. The all new, Limited edition, Optimus Prime Die cast medal big rig went on sale today. For those of you who are abid collectors, you will be as disapointed as I was that he does not come with his trade mark container. (No trailer, IE, No Roller, No substation.) But he does come with he original Matrix (The glowing box in the cab that was used as the flickering orb that represented his "voice" as talked to the humans he was transporting.) He also comes with every weapon, including his Ion Cannon, and original Energon Axe. Nikki put him on layaway today as my early Valentines day present, unfortunetly he will not be on display in my home until St. Pattys Day.
On a good collectors note, I fiannly got my "Unicron" Back, the one I had recieved as a Christmas present from Nikkis Mom and her. I had to return in due to a factory defect. (the missle would not stay in place, kept flying across the room at random, spooky stuff). But they also came back into stock today, so I used the store gift card the gave me for credit, and purchased him. Well, off to unwrap and enjoy my collectors item. ITS A COLLECTORS ITEM DAMN IT, ITS NOT A TOY!
Lynn
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On a good collectors note, I fiannly got my "Unicron" Back, the one I had recieved as a Christmas present from Nikkis Mom and her. I had to return in due to a factory defect. (the missle would not stay in place, kept flying across the room at random, spooky stuff). But they also came back into stock today, so I used the store gift card the gave me for credit, and purchased him. Well, off to unwrap and enjoy my collectors item. ITS A COLLECTORS ITEM DAMN IT, ITS NOT A TOY!
Lynn
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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Well, alot of shit, and I MEAN A LOT of shit has happened in the last twenty four hours. Some of which I am extrealmy pissed, and hurt, by. Some of which I am over joyed by.
I gave my speech monday over Blogs and got an a+ however, when I went home I was greeted by my less than happy Wife. Turns out one of our best friends,had taken it upon HER self to turn Nikki and I into SRS for malnutritioning our son, Cole. Well, upon one look from the social worker she knew he was a healthy baby. He was well with in the size range he should be, with health skin, teeth, and hair, and a very happy smile. He played about the house as Nikki and her had a chat about family life, and the fact that it was not perfect, but not by any means upstandard. She left, with plans to return on Wednesday to interview me, (since I was in class) and she told Nikki that based on the fact that Cole was obviously well taken care of, and the house was being kept in general good standing, that she would not be back for any further meetings with us.
Now the fun begins.
When I find who is responsible for this, I am so tempted to staple the social worker report to her forhead! I do have a temper, but mostly I am hurt by this. Hurt she did nto come to me first, hurt she did not have the decensy as a "friend" to tell us, or at least pull Nikki aside if she did not want to talk to me, and tell us she thought we were being bad parents. had we, or I, or one on one been approached and talked to we would have looked long and hard at the list of accusations and did our best to make thenm see that they were all, by far and away, THE BIGGEST LIST OF STINKY FUCKIGN BULL SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
OH CHRIST I am still laughing at some, for instance.
He is allowed to eat off the floor: HE IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE SPILLS HIS DRY CEREAL ON THE FLOOR, WE DONT POOR HIM MORE, HE EATS WHAT HE SPILLS, IF ITS DINNER, OR SOMETHING WET OR STICKY AND HE THROWS IT ON THE FLOOR, THATS HIS WAY OF BEING DONE, AND HE GETS DOWN!
He cant talk: HES FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE KNOWS DADA, MAMA, DRINK, COOKIE, BATH, CHANGE, BIRDY, DOGGIE, KITTY, SCOTT, CHRIS, MOMA, AND POPA! HE KNOWS THE BASICS!
He always had bruises on his head: HE IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE FALLS DOWN, IF HE WAS HURT, HE WOULD SCREAM, IF HE SCREAMS, MOMMY AND DADDY MAKE IT BETTER, AND TWENTY MINUTES LATER HE FALLS DOWN AGAIN AND SO ON A ND SO FORTH!
He is Confined to the Living room: HES FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD! Over CHRISTMAS HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO GO INTO THE D-ROOM, HE TORE SHIT OFF THE TREE, BROKE GLASS, AND COULD HURT HIMSELF, LIGHTS AND ELECTRICITY, PRESENTS, AND GLASS ARE DANGEROUS! AND THE KITCHEN< WE CANT LET HIM IN THERE, B/c OUR LANDLORDS WONT LET US DRILLINTO THE DOORS ON THE CABNETS TO INSTALL CHILD SAFTERY LOCKS, AND WE DONT HAVE THE MONEY FORTHE EXPENSIVE SELF INSTALL ONES, SO HE IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN UNLESS WE ARE IN THERE.
THE UPSTAIRS, HELLO STAIRS!!!!! HE MIGHT FALL FARTHER THAN WE COULD BE THERE TO STOP, HE COULD HURT HIMSELF, THE BEDROOM DOOR KNOBS DONT LATCH, NOT DOES THE B-ROOM IN THE WINTER WHEN THE HOUSE SETTLES, SO WE KEEP HIM IN SIGHT,.
THE list goes on, but let me just say this to whom ever thinks they did this with Coles best intrest at heart. Nikki is pregnant, he does not need the stress of some skinny, anarexic looking, un-healthy looking little nosy twit trying to get our son taken away, YOU NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT DID YOU!!!
That is all, have a pleasent day.
Family: Please comment in the box below
LCH
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I gave my speech monday over Blogs and got an a+ however, when I went home I was greeted by my less than happy Wife. Turns out one of our best friends,had taken it upon HER self to turn Nikki and I into SRS for malnutritioning our son, Cole. Well, upon one look from the social worker she knew he was a healthy baby. He was well with in the size range he should be, with health skin, teeth, and hair, and a very happy smile. He played about the house as Nikki and her had a chat about family life, and the fact that it was not perfect, but not by any means upstandard. She left, with plans to return on Wednesday to interview me, (since I was in class) and she told Nikki that based on the fact that Cole was obviously well taken care of, and the house was being kept in general good standing, that she would not be back for any further meetings with us.
Now the fun begins.
When I find who is responsible for this, I am so tempted to staple the social worker report to her forhead! I do have a temper, but mostly I am hurt by this. Hurt she did nto come to me first, hurt she did not have the decensy as a "friend" to tell us, or at least pull Nikki aside if she did not want to talk to me, and tell us she thought we were being bad parents. had we, or I, or one on one been approached and talked to we would have looked long and hard at the list of accusations and did our best to make thenm see that they were all, by far and away, THE BIGGEST LIST OF STINKY FUCKIGN BULL SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
OH CHRIST I am still laughing at some, for instance.
He is allowed to eat off the floor: HE IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE SPILLS HIS DRY CEREAL ON THE FLOOR, WE DONT POOR HIM MORE, HE EATS WHAT HE SPILLS, IF ITS DINNER, OR SOMETHING WET OR STICKY AND HE THROWS IT ON THE FLOOR, THATS HIS WAY OF BEING DONE, AND HE GETS DOWN!
He cant talk: HES FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE KNOWS DADA, MAMA, DRINK, COOKIE, BATH, CHANGE, BIRDY, DOGGIE, KITTY, SCOTT, CHRIS, MOMA, AND POPA! HE KNOWS THE BASICS!
He always had bruises on his head: HE IS FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD, HE FALLS DOWN, IF HE WAS HURT, HE WOULD SCREAM, IF HE SCREAMS, MOMMY AND DADDY MAKE IT BETTER, AND TWENTY MINUTES LATER HE FALLS DOWN AGAIN AND SO ON A ND SO FORTH!
He is Confined to the Living room: HES FIFTEEN MONTHS OLD! Over CHRISTMAS HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO GO INTO THE D-ROOM, HE TORE SHIT OFF THE TREE, BROKE GLASS, AND COULD HURT HIMSELF, LIGHTS AND ELECTRICITY, PRESENTS, AND GLASS ARE DANGEROUS! AND THE KITCHEN< WE CANT LET HIM IN THERE, B/c OUR LANDLORDS WONT LET US DRILLINTO THE DOORS ON THE CABNETS TO INSTALL CHILD SAFTERY LOCKS, AND WE DONT HAVE THE MONEY FORTHE EXPENSIVE SELF INSTALL ONES, SO HE IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN UNLESS WE ARE IN THERE.
THE UPSTAIRS, HELLO STAIRS!!!!! HE MIGHT FALL FARTHER THAN WE COULD BE THERE TO STOP, HE COULD HURT HIMSELF, THE BEDROOM DOOR KNOBS DONT LATCH, NOT DOES THE B-ROOM IN THE WINTER WHEN THE HOUSE SETTLES, SO WE KEEP HIM IN SIGHT,.
THE list goes on, but let me just say this to whom ever thinks they did this with Coles best intrest at heart. Nikki is pregnant, he does not need the stress of some skinny, anarexic looking, un-healthy looking little nosy twit trying to get our son taken away, YOU NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT DID YOU!!!
That is all, have a pleasent day.
Family: Please comment in the box below
LCH
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Sunday, February 08, 2004
Well, I guess the comments are back, WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYBODY WHO USED TO READ THIS BLOG AND COMMENT ON SHIT?????
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