I am

temporarily sated.

By that, I mean, at this moment, I’m breathing a little easier.

Well, as easy as one can breathe while he’s around.

lots of rambling behind the cut. Also Guy eventually.

No other words necessary

Last night

My son was assaulted.

He ran a late evening errand – it’s one he does often and he didn’t bother to take his phone with him, he’s normally only gone 5 minutes. Either way, he was approached by a person in need.

Anyone who knows Spawn knows he’s the gentlest and compassionate of people and he was trying his best to help this person find a solution to their problem.

While doing so, a ‘woman’ walked up behind him and shoved him in the head, pushing him forward. When he turned and asked her what was wrong, she told him to watch himself and then bowed up and called him a White Stupid Ass. She then bounced around, daring him to come after her.

My son is a better person than I. He returned to his conversation, trying to help a person in need. (He did end up helping the person.)

I’m sick of this. I’m sick of the race baiting. I’m sick of blaming politicians for poor behavior. I’m tired of the excuses – why looting is ‘okay’, why destruction of property is ‘okay’, why attacking people is ‘okay’.

It’s not okay! This is bullshit, it’s a shit-show and I’m fed up with it. I don’t know what satisfaction that bitch got from shoving my son or putting her hands on him, but she should be damned glad I wasn’t there!

I’m going to be quiet for a long, long time. I’m passed fed-up!

Happy Guyderday!

And how are we all?

I’ve been bad. Not SUPER bad, but bad enough. We’ll leave it at that.

I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamed that school started – we were given an hour’s notice, no prep, no planning. So I’m standing in front of 5th graders, trying to teach off the top of my head, when my principal comes in to formally observe me and the superintendent follows behind with maintenance and they proceed to move my furniture around, trying to decide which pieces of my carpet to take for a board room. They leave, but leave the furniture out and about and I’m trying to teach around it. My boys move the furniture back for me – and put it all in the wrong place.

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

All of this… is exactly how I feel right now! Y’all have a great weekend!

Parler-voux Conservateur

It is morning in my corner of the world! So, good morning, how fare we all?

I was woken up at close to 8 AM (another bout of uninterrupted sleep! It does a body good, I’m telling you!) by the sound of blue lights in front of my house. People drive through here very fast and a speeder was pulled over. I recognize the car – always zipping through here and truth is, I’m glad to see our police force isn’t defunded or disbanded. There are a lot of families riding their bikes on the road these days and there isn’t anywhere really to pull to the side when cars come through. I’m constantly terrified that someone will be hit. Some months back, an adult who rode his bike to work and back (I assume this as he rode somewhere at 2 PM and rode back around 11 PM) was hit in front of my house. He survived and he was back to biking – with MANY reflectors – several months later.

Either way, I hope people figure it out. I’m a softie when it comes to kids and kids on bikes. They can own the road.

Someone posted one of the funniest vids on my news feed on FB yesterday. I’ve peed myself, several times.

I have not laughed so hard in a long, long time.

About my header –  We’ll just say that I – among many others – have been looking for a social platform that doesn’t treat us like children and censors anything. ‘Cuz y’know we might see something someone doesn’t want us to see, not that it’s their business. I’m not fully Twexit yet, because I now have other things going on and to be honest, I’m not there that often. But… A few of my friends have been talking about Parler and I joined last night. I’m surprised about how many friends I have already there.

There.

It is Guy Day, the best day of the week.

Have a great weekend!

So about an hour ago –

I started coughing. Not the dry, Covid cough, but a non-stop, asthmatic lets-bring-everything-up hack. I’ve coughed myself a headache. We can’t find the cough drops and I don’t want to take anything druggy, so Spawn jumped in the car and went to the neighborhood stop n rob and grabbed some halls.

So right now, I’m sucking on some honey-lemon-menthol ‘goodness’ and when it’s done, I’m going to take some tylenol and whine.

But why wait for a good whine? I’ll have it now!

My father is going to be the death of me! Really! Since mom’s decline, he’s taken over the household that has been HER domain for almost 59 years. The  bills, the housecleaning and the cooking. The bills are now paid haphazardly, (mom sat down at the beginning of the month and paid them. BAM! That’s how I do it! Dad spreads them out and pays this one today and then waits to pay the next one. It’s not like the amount is going to decrease, he just… waits. When she’s herself, she fusses to no end about it.) and cooking… they are living on Eggo Waffles, pre-cooked sausage and Tortino’s pizza. It’s NOT healthy. He doesn’t give her her meds until WELL after lunch and she vomits them up because she took them on an empty stomach – so while we’re trying to get someone in the house to help with that (home health care nurse through their insurance) I called Meals on Wheels. MoW is a free food delivery service for those who are home bound. All they have to do is heat the food up.

So I called them, gave them the info and gave them the ‘rents phone number. The main piece of info I was given was – tell your dad to tell them neither of your parents drive. If they drive, even across the street, they’ll deny them.

So I all dad, he’s all happy and shit and then I tell him – tell them you don’t drive.

Hon, that’s lying.

Not really. Someone takes you to the doctor, etc. You do EXTREMELY little driving! So tell them no you do not drive! You’ve paid taxes always, so you’ve paid for this.

I don’t need the food that bad.

And he hangs up.

Folks, my father is NOT a stubborn man. He’s a push-over. Mom has run everything since I can remember! I contact the Sibling Hotline. Oldest brother is taking them to dinner that night. He’ll push it forward. If he can’t talk sense into him, we’ll release the Kraken – aka baby sister. She’s Mini-Mom! And then I have the nuclear option if THAT doesn’t work.

Oldest brother pings the Sibling Hotline yesterday. Dad’s not buying it. Fighting it tooth and toenail. Lying.

So I released the nuclear option. I called my aunt – his sister.

Her husband is fighting Alzheimers, so she has a few tricks up her sleeve. She calls dad and tells him – Do it for your wife. She NEEDS eat better than that.

To which he rolls over and agrees. He then tells me he’s lost the phone and the ringer was turned off.  *headdesk*

Spawn and I got out of the house yesterday (has NOTHING to do with the coughing, k?) and picked up meds and picked up meds, had dinner at our favorite Mexican eatery up there, ran into a friend of Spawn’s parents – who contacted friend and while we were waiting on food, they ordered her a plate and he went and got her. They had a nice time talking and what.

We also went to the Chinese grocery to pick up rock sugar, big ass cinnamon sticks and a few other essentials the Chinese market HERE doesn’t carry. We also picked up these –

Chopsticks for Spawn

And of course, chopsticks for me!

I was reading my news feed this morning (between watching vids of a drunk pig and Dr. Pimple Popper) and I see where the rioters are now threatening rural areas – they’re coming after us.

Sweet Jesus in a teacup!

In other news, fighter jets have been taking off fair steady for the last 3 hours. Just weird.

Before I get to Guy, I wanted to share something else I read this morning that is probably the best thing I’ve read in months!

There ya go. How about some Guy?

Have a good one.

The Boys of Summer

are returning.

Yes! American baseball players will finally step foot on the field, hats and bats at the ready. I’m not a HUGE fan, but I enjoy the sport when I’m there. The first year my brother was a father, he took great pride in taking his son to the Braves game played on Father’s Day. It was a great, family experience – the entire family went. That row of tickets were purchased 3 months previously!

Doesn’t matter the child was 5 weeks old. His seat was bought and purchased before he was born and my brother was so stinking proud, he showed him off to EVERYONE he could wrangle walking by!

But I digress.

I woke this morning (after 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, can’t tell you how blessed I feel! This means my blood sugar is DOWN! YAS!!!) and grabbed my tablet to read Abby and see what interesting things had happened to my email during my beloved rest, to see this headline from one of my more favorite Conservative news sites.

Baseball is back, but will we recognize it? 

And see, that is the question.

The normal baseball season begins in April. Early April. This abbreviated season will begin July 24th. Players will report to camp on July 1st, giving them scant weeks, when typically, they’ll have a few months. There will only be 60 games and they’re going to force designated hitters on the conference that doesn’t have them.

Designated hitters are an insult. Really.

Also – it appears, they’ll be playing in empty stadiums. No fans.

Which sucks donkey balls, unless it’s the Marlins who don’t seem to have many fans anyhoo.

Sorrythatwassortacruelforme. 

There will be other changes – runners on 2nd in case of extra innings. Teams that are slow starters are screwed!

But…. BASEBALL!!!!!!

My son is happy because Formula One is starting back up finally.

So right this second, the Zee household is a happy household.

I have to head to Savannah today – pick up the meds we didn’t get to go get yesterday. Spawn went to sleep and took a nap he normally takes MUCH later and I didn’t want to drive that by myself. I don’t like traveling alone anymore.

Also, he drives and I can read.

So I have a day ahead, so I give you some Guy.

Have a good one.

Short

and to the point.

I have been unusually – bitchy – as of late – for many reasons. All of it stuff that normally does not infiltrate my garden.

Politics. Hot weather. High (but coming down) blood sugar. Some of you might recall my plea for prayer in February. That hell cycle pretty much wrapped up this morning. I’m comfortable enough to disclose that it was probably the most expensive brake light in the history of man. Along with a greedy government determined I fix what was fixed. We’ll just leave it at that.

We are on our way to old stomping grounds. Refilling meds. Yeah, it’s a drive, but the pharmacies here are… irritating and it’s worth the drive. Gets us out of the house.

So before we take a drive into the furnacy heat, I leave you with some Sir Guy!

There ya go! Have a good one!

For some odd reason

I am in a foul mood.

It might have something to do with the Left’s determination to rebrand everything, even though the majority of us don’t want it rebranded!

Aunt Jemima’s family is pissed. Pissed I say.

Eskimo pies… who is OFFENDED by Eskimo pies????

Uncle Ben’s, Stubbs BBQ, Mrs. Butterworth’s…

I’m tellin’ you… I’m really TIRED of this shit-show.

There. That was my political rant of the year.

Seeing how this year has gone, has anyone check the oceans for dolphins?

Screw it.

Sigh

Let’s just go to some GuyCandy Monday…

Happy Father’s Day!

Here in the States, we are celebrating fathers today.  My Dad and I have always been close – I was a Daddy’s girl from the get-go. Mom says when I was a Terrible Two, he would call home during his lunch. Almost always she would complain how awful I was behaving. (remember, Mom was 19 when I was 2. Maybe 20. They lived in Maryland and life was much different than it is now.) She and I butted heads from the time I could walk, apparently. Either way, he would tell her to put me on the phone. He would then ask me if I was being a bad girl and I would lay the phone down and cry and cry and cry because I didn’t want my dad to think I was bad girl.

Time has smoothed the rough edges in mine and mom’s relationship. Especially now. But I’m still a Daddy’s girl.

 

He also stepped back up to the plate when my ex husband became a deadbeat and became the father my son needed when his own father refused to do so. I can’t think of a better father-figure.

Happy Father’s Day to my dad and to all of yours!