Enter the Laughter Redeux

Blood is thicker than water. That’s supposed to be an analogy for family comes first. Or instructions for janitors. I forget. I forget a lot these days. It’s the lack of sleep. Or the drinking I do when I’m awake - LOL Family. Do you ever just wanna shoot yours? But then there’s all that damn blood to clean up. Which is a real pain. Just ask Middle Son, who was selling his bodily fluids (donating plasma) when he began to feel faint, and looked down to see the tube that was supposed to be returning his red cells to him, was instead depositing them onto the floor. He called me with the news that he might be late for dinner since he was essentially bleeding to death and wasn’t sure how long it would take the emergency technicians to bring him back to life. There’s nothing like having your child call and use the term “emergency technician”. Chalk up another “mommy’s heart stops” moment. I love my family. I’d do anything for them. But there are days... I’m still spending a lot ...

What a week this has been! Daughter is now 18 years and one week old, and is convinced she is an adult - LOL She has become obstinate about bedtime and other rules that I, her darling mother, chose to impose on her for no apparent (to her) reason. She has decided to repeatedly stick it to me with reminders that she is now 18. Gee honey, thanks for that, I forgot since you told me three minutes ago. Since you’re all grown up, be a good girl and go get mommy a bottle of liquor - LOL It has rained, dear gawd how it rained! Perhaps you’ve seen the news regarding flooding in the Midwest. That’s my house floating down the river - LOL Just kidding. We’re 15 miles from where houses are washing away, but we did get enough rain to make life miserable. Power and Internet access have been sketchy, because this is an old building and all things mechanical and electronical *snicker* hate me. I apologize for not visiting and commenting. To those of you who “tagged” me for memes or lists, I ...

Today is my daughter’s birthday. She turns 18 and I turn into a teary-eyed mess every time I think about it - LOL This has been an incredibly busy week, and I won’t be home any today, so I’m posting a chapter from Queen Klutz, explaining my excessive sentimentality and tendency to weep at the drop of a hat. Best wishes to all of you for a beautiful weekend! CHAPTER 7 High Salt Generator Hi, my name is Marti, and I am a weeper Middle Son is now a High School Graduator. I am now a High Salt Generator. We gathered the family, (also known as the Tribe of Tribulation) under the midday sun for the commencement. Of course before leaving the house I had to repair my makeup because he looked so adorable in his cap and gown…and I cried. I looked at all of those shining young faces, marching in unison towards the stage and their destinies, resplendent in their blue and white…and I cried. The class valedictorian gave a stirring speech, her voice cracking near the end, and naturally…so did I. As e...

OK, this has been an insane week, and its only Wednesday - LOL Busy, busy, busy, too much to do. But the craziest thing in my world isn’t me (for once) . Over the weekend here in Kansas City, there was a nut job guy who went off the deep end and shot up a shopping mall, killing people. I’m sure all of you remember how after the Virginia Tech shooting, the crazy guy showed up all over the news, with his “final messages”. All the news outlets played them. Then they all apologized, and agreed that showing them was wrong, wrong, wrong. Shouldn’t glorify a madman. So what happens here? The nut job leaves a final message and yup, you guessed it, it is on the news. Even worse, they are telling us that this sick, sorry SOB was living without running water, so he had been (quoting the news) “depositing his bowel movements in a kitty litter box”. Cats across the land are horrified. Has our society just lost every brain cell? What in God’s name are they thinking, broadcasting stuff like th...