I haven’t written.  Yeah…I know.  We go through this every time.  You’d think I’d learn my lesson by now, huh?

Its been a hectic holiday season and 2009, not to go out with a whimper, is still kickin my ass.

Christmas was come and gone.  The kids scored tons of loot.  More than they actually needed really…but being Americans, NOTHING can be under-done.  We are an instant gratification society, and while you’re at it….supersize that bitch for me.  You know what I mean.

But back to my thought.  The kids got loot.  Clothes, electronics, toys…the typical score.  Santa was good, parents came through & grandparents glistened.  They all got more than they actually needed, but again…AMERICAN.  Suck on that stars & stripes why dontcha!?!?!?!

They all had a good time, but there was a noticeable difference between this one & years passed.

There were no visits from Nana & Papa, courtesy of my fucktard of an asshole fucker, pissface, rotten, stinky cheese, putrid, puss-filled bunghole of a retarded fuckface brother.  Yes, I can go on…about how wonderfully amazing my 37 going on 3 year old baby brother.  There is so much dramz going on there…if I start talking about it…I’ll wind up here until I’m 72.  And fuck that shit.

Since I really can’t divulge in all the, cats & dogs…living together…mass hysteria, shit that has become my life….Christmas was overwrought with sadness, anger, angst, joy, confusion and yes…mass hysteria.

It seems like 2009 had it in for us.  No work, bad health, loved ones dying, stress, anger, frustration….I am THROUGH with this year.  2010 will see me back in my old stomping grounds for 10 LOVELY days.

Yes, in partial…I’m going there to be the heavy.  Once again, don the Evil Older Sister suit, and smack some sense into the morons.  But I’m also going to chill with the ‘rents.  All of them…whether they like it or not.  See my G-Ma, my Aunt.  Visit my girls.  And just BE…in the moment….in Miami.  WITH NO CHILDREN.

Holy Rusted Metal, Batman.

Yes, I miss it. But I love living here & wouldn’t relocate.  Visiting it is just fine.

AND FOR THOSE WHO ARE READING THIS:  DO NOT TELL MY MOTHER!!  This is a SURPRISE!! 

But anywho….I could make a long list of all the crappy things dumped into our laps this year…but DC already did it.

It’s been a while since I have published anything on this blog. There’s a a very simple reason for this, but one I’ve been reluctant to talk about publicly—I’m depressed. That’s a simplification of my emotional state for the last several months, however it is accurate.

So if you’re interested in reading more…read it there.

Christmas day was celebrated in the company of our friends and loved ones….really our family.  I read somewhere that “friends are the family that we choose for ourselves” but ANOTHER friend of mine put it much more eloquently, “friends are Gods apology for family”.

Amen to that.  Family….the ties that bind……AND GAG!!

And we’ve got proof of Santa…if you’re interested. The kids were all psyched about seeing the Jolly Old Elf in the livingroom.  I’d say this isn’t too shabby on our parts.  The oldest is 14 and STILL believes in Santa.  How f*ing cool am I?!?!?  Yes…I rock.

I’ll try to write more tomorrow.

Love,
Jenny

So…I’ve noticed its been a while that I’ve blogged.  I know…lazy ass, am I.  God…I’m turning into Yoda.

Let’s see…since last I left you, we’ve had:

• Jake turn 7  (NO!!!)
• parents invade my homestead  (freaky enough…it was actually COOL seeing my Mom)
• football starts  (the 1 thing that helps keep me sane in the fall)
• my house stinks (me being crazy)
• started back in school (me)
• rabbit die  (WTF?!?!?!?  I just spent $200 on that damn thing & this happens.  Damn near broke Lea’s heart)
• an upcoming 12th birthday to celebrate  (oh GOD!!  an ALMOST teen!!  thank the maker its a boy)

Where does the time go anymore?  I so hate the sands falling in that hour-glass.  They suck.

There was already a post about Jake.  So ’nuff said on that topic.

So yeah….my parents were here.  As much as I bitch about my Mom (you know she’s nucking futs, right?) it was AWESOME to see her.  I think I like her.  This is just too creepy for my taste.  Seriously.  Pop is still Pop…annoying, funny & sweet as all hell.  I may be a Daddy’s girl, but I just ADORE my step-dad.  He rocks in so many ways.  And the kids had fun with Nana & Papa.  We did cool stuff.  Pool, eat, play.  It was really weird though to have them here & its not Christmas.  LOL!!  But word has it that they will return this holiday with…..SIBLINGS!!!  EGADS!!!  That’ll be a hoot. 

Football.  Is there anything better?  Peyton, Brett, Eli.  ::SIGH::  But I’m freaking out this year.  No Tony Dungy on the Colts sideline, no John Madden babble or scribble & WTF is going on with The Commish & his “we’re cracking down on you assholes who play this game” policy?  Why is Vick playing again?  More shit I don’t get. 

My house stinks….but only to me.  Its been hot here in Raleigh.  More humid than normal so the house has been closed for weeks now (god i CRAVE fresh air!!) and for me…this place smells so bad.  You’re going to ask me what it smells like, aren’t you?  You know you are, so I’ll tell you.  It smells how you would imagine dust would smell….if it were moldy…..and stale…..and vaguely grandma-ish.  And according to everyone…its in my head.  And it is.  Cause now I smell this smell outside.  In our van.  In my SCHOOL.  So yeah…its my head gone stupid.  I get phantom smells all the time.  Usually either right before or right after a migraine.  Dunno.  Gonna call the Doc & see what’s up.

School.  I.  Am.  Back.  Even though its a PITA, I’m there.  4 classes, 14 more credits.  Math (yuck.), Anthro, History 2 & French 1.  Yes, I realize I studied French in junior high & high school.  I can read French.  I can’t speak it to save my life.  Used to.  Hence the “1″.  It’s hectic.  I’m there M-F from 8-1.  But shit.  Its better than sitting here getting more stupid by the second, letting my brain go to waste.  Besides…its cool I’m not the only old person there.  And as a bonus…I got my Anthro & History teacher back.  Remember I had to drop last semester due to me…almost dying & shit.  And they were happy to see me back.  Which is really nice since I like they’re teaching style & technique.  I’ll have to remember this for when I’m the Professor. 

Ellie died.  I’m pissed & sad.  I JUST bought this bunny a new home & all sorts of shit.  $200 worth.  Don’t know what happened.  The girls went out to feed her & she was (to quote Monty Python…John Cleese is a GOD), “‘E’s not pinin’! ‘E’s passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! ‘E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ‘E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ‘e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ‘istory! ‘E’s off the twig! ‘E’s kicked the bucket, ‘e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!“….well ex-bunny.  And shit Lea is brokenhearted.  We got her Ellie cause she saved a field bunny from some evil neighborhood boys.  Shit.  I hate this crap.  Pets are so temporary and it kills you when they pass on.  Don’t even get me started on Fred or Ted.  No.

And WTF?!?!?  Another birthday.  UGH!  I’m tired of these teens.  Honestly….it tugs the old heart strings.  I miss them needing me for everything.  They’re pretty much self-sufficient.  So my Gabe will be 12 this Saturday.  He’s a pre-teen…Claudia’s Irish Twin (sibs born 18 months or closer).  He’s getting a golf/chess/UNC birthday.  Lots of cool stuff.  I just can’t believe he’s this old.  Cause that makes me this old.  And we all know how I hate my aging.

So yeah…long ass update, lots going on, many moving parts.  I’ll try to be more timely with my updates.  Keeps ‘em shorter.

And if you could spare a prayer or two….this household needs a turn-around PRONTO.