He Lies

So we had another set to this morning. Oh it was a doozy of all doozies. T actually tired to hit me. Turns out that I can still man handle T and was able to wrap him in a bear hug. Angry angry words were spoken by both myself and the devil spawn of my loins.

The Ex text me this afternoon and asked me what time I wanted devil spawn home on Saturday afternoon. And I said I did not. I wanted to have a me weekend. Apparently when T got home the Ex wanted to know why I did not want him home early. So T told him we had a fight. That he had tried to hit me. And did so because I had tried to break his phone.

Fast forward to T getting home this evening. He comes in and is all I have nothing to drink. I wanna watch t.v. And so on and so forth. I am sitting here, eyebrow cocked looking at him thinking to myself, are you fucking serious? After the way you acted this morning, you are pulling more attitude on me? So guess who decided to be obstinate? Guess who decided that she was going to enter the lions den and goad said lions?

T is whimpering and whining away at me about wanting to watch t.v. and how all he wanted was a good evening. How could I ruin this evening for him? And this was the best one, when was I going into my room so he could have the t.v. I asked him if he thought that he really should have the t.v. to himself. He said well why not? Hmmmmmm I wonder, could it have been your attitude this morning? Could it be that you are still acting like you were a part of the immaculate conception and all should bow down to you? Than I go to the fun part.

I asked him if he told his dad about what had happened this morning? He said yeah. Okay, what did you tell him? Did you tell him that you tried to hit me? Yes, but I told him that you had tried to break my phone. Okay, let me get this straight, you told your dad that you tried to hit me but it was in response to my trying to break your phone? (I slammed it down on the counter in a fit of anger) Yep. So tell me what did your dad say? He said I was never suppose to try and hit you but you are not suppose to slam my phone down either.

I looked at him. He looked at me. I picked up my phone. And asked if I were to text the Ex right now and ask him if he said that I was not to slam the phone down he was going to say that that was true? T starts to hedge about how dad always forgets things remember? So caught him in a lie. Than I asked why he had brought this up with his dad, because I had not.

Deer in the headlights. Gotta say score for parents. Even if we did not discuss this, T got owned.

As I write this, he is shrieking at me. His friend wanted him to play on the Xbox. I said no. He than messages his friend that he is unable to because ‘my mom won’t let me.’ ‘Because you disrespected me!’ ‘He does not need to know that mom.’

‘That is okay buddy because I am sharing it on my blog.’

He is right steamed at me as of this post. Yelled at me that I was no longer allowed to blog about him. I could not share with all those strangers who are going to make fun of him. I could not tell my friends. Why did I want to make him the laughingstock of the world?

Now right there, that made me laugh so hard I cried. As if the world is interested in our little lives. And as for me sharing? Hell I share shit that makes me look like the Guardian of Hell, so putting him out there as the devil’s spawn (and I am not even capitalizing it) is minuscule.

I realize my limitations. I know that there are going to be people horrified that I am blogging about how T and I fought. That I am sharing about how he treats me and how I respond. But you know what, there are moms and dads out there, who think that they are losing their minds because everyone else around them are perfect parents. That they alone have the child(ren) from hell.

Honey you are so not alone. Those who do sit out there and point their fingers at you they are not presenting a real face to the world. Children no matter how sweet they may appear, will show some assholery at some point and time in their lives. And if they truly are the angelic persons that their parents have painted them to be, than the hell spawn will pollute their lines during their tenure as parents.

***No children were harmed during the writing of this post. ***

Liebster Award

Imagine my shock to come home and discover that Rory  over at A Guy called Bloke and Doodlepip’s Adventures had nominated me. I recently stumbled onto his blog via Bitchin’ in the Kitchen and have been enjoying his wit and ramblings. (This is a compliment Rory in case you thought otherwise)

This version of the Liebster Award comes with six rules. They are:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Share 11 facts about yourself.
  3. Answer the 11 questions the blogger gave you.
  4. Nominate 11 bloggers who deserve the award.
  5. Create 11 original questions for the nominees to answer.
  6. Let them know they’ve been nominated.

So here we go with 11 facts about me:

  1. I am the eldest of 2, my bro being 7 years younger. (I am also the better looking of the two)
  2. I have been writing since I was 6 years old, maybe younger. (Mom received a phone call from my 1st grade teacher because I wrote a story about a dog that died and his escort to heaven/in heaven was a squirrel)
  3. I have been reading forever. There are pictures of me on the potty with a stack of books.
  4. I am protective of those I love. If I decide that you are a part of my circle of family weirdos I will fight for you. (Just not lions or deranged killer clowns. There you are on your own)
  5. I am very self-critical. (Working very hard to get rid of this one)
  6. I am overly responsible. (Another one I am working hard at booting out the door. In regards to others and work. Will still remain responsible for myself and T)
  7. I have a very warped sense of humor.
  8. I enjoy getting in the last word. (As does T which makes it hard for either of us to win an argument)
  9. I am afraid that my ideas will one day dry up and I will become a silent ghost sitting at my typewriter staring at the proverbial blank page.
  10. I worry about becoming repetitive in my writings.
  11. I love summer and sun.


Rory’s Questions:

When wearing socks, which foot do you dress first? Left (I had to pretend to put socks on to figure out)

If we count sheep to fall asleep, what do they count? Blades of grass?

Why do we HAVE to keep up with the Joneses? We don’t, well I don’t because I don’t even like the Joneses.

What is the ‘secret of success?’ Being happy within your own life and stop comparing yourself to those dreaded Joneses.

What would be better than the fountain of youth? A magical door that when opened transported you to wherever you wanted to be. Fictional or real.

How much do you exercise and does it help? Daily for the most part and yes. I find that it centers me as well as helping me to maintain a healthy blood pressure which is important as strokes run in my family. (What a lovely hereditary thing to pass along to your children. Like the blue or brown eyes everyone else has.)

Why do they say ‘drown your sorrows’ – what happens if they can swim? Not sure but ‘sorrows’ always swim because all you end up with is a headache and more sorrows the following day.

How do we truly know that the world we live in is the real one and that we are NOT just the finger tip of some giant? We don’t but I would hope that if we are the finger tip of some giant that he/she would have given more thought to my life plan and assisted me in getting there.

If you had one week left of life as we know it, how would you live it? Quit my job, spend the remaining time with my family and friends. And throw one hell of a party the night before I was due to kick off.

Jolly Green Giant and the Big Friendly Giant are fighting over beans, who is going to win .. Why on earth are they fighting over beans? They are giants they can have all the beans they want just by stopping in one garden or another.

… and why? Neither because again refer to above answer.

Now my nominations:



Lana Cole

Thriving Not Surviving


Fuck MS

MSich Chronicles

Blended Hope

Russell Pennwright’s Blog



My 11 Questions:

  1. If you could step into any book which book would it be.
  2. How do you like to wake up in the morning?
  3. Besides writing what would be your ideal job?
  4. What is your sense of humor like?
  5. Would you prefer to live in the woods or by the ocean?
  6. Sunshine or thunderstorms?
  7. If you could only use one mode of transportation to get everywhere what would that mode be?
  8. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
  9. Tent or Mansion?
  10. If you were the monster that lived under the bed what type of monster would you be?
  11. What was the name of your first stuffed animal?

There is no obligation to carry this forward but I am eagerly anticipating reading some of your answers. Have a beautiful Saturday/Sunday depending on where you are in the world.