Interwebs, meet Sheila, Sheila, meet the interwebs. Now play nice Guys.
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You know that small world concept that facebook thrusts in your face daily, especially when parousing the ‘friend suggestions’ link?
People that you were certain had fallen off the face of the earth magically appear. People that you wished had definitely forgotten your name suddenly come up requesting your friendship. You know that whole ordeal, right?
Well, help me sort this one out, would ya?
My boyfriend’s older sister TS doesn’t have a facebook. Neither does TS’s 22 year old son (AKA my boyfriend’s nephew) – whom we’ll call J. Now, J’s wife C does have a facebook. Obviously, my boyfriend, C and myself are all friends on facebook.
My boyfriend was contacted by H a while ago on facebook. H is an old friend of my boyfriend’s… and also the biological father of J. H has never met J. Shortly after (or before, or whenever) J was concieved, H was mixed up in some bad stuff and wasn’t really in the frame of mind to meet J. In fact, my understanding is that H wasn’t able to leave a small cell for some time. (BTW, I’ve never met H.)
TS never really clued J in as to who his father was. J was raised by TS’s next relationship – whom she married – and J thinks of this man as his father. J knows he was legally adopted by this man, and that his adopted father is not his bioligical father. J’s adopted father passed away in a tragic accident when J was very young… J was basically raised without an immediate father figure.
Neither my boyfriend or I have told TS that H is in contact with us on facebook. H has glanced through our photos and has seen pictures of J. H immediately recognizes J as his biological son. H has not mentioned the need to talk to, meet with, etc etc with either TS or J, but has casually noted to my boyfriend that J looks a lot like him.
Every year, my boyfriend and I have a huuuuuuge party at our house.
H caught wind of this event, and wants to attend.
J will most likely be there.
I’m afraid that H will post something on either my wall, or my boyfriend’s wall that clue’s C (J’s wife) in to whom H is.
We haven’t talked to TS about being found by H yet.
My brain hurts.
So, do we tell TS that H is in contact with us, although J is 22 years old and an adult? Or, do we skip TS and tell J that we know how to find H if he’s interested? Or, do we just wait to see if H posts something that C will be able to figure out and let her tell J on her own.
Ha! (We definitely won’t do that last one.)
Lemme know what you think.
Lemme know if you followed this at all.
Lemme know that I bored you to death and you’ve fallen asleep.
Lemme know if I’m getting obnoxious yet.
Kthxbi.
I’m starting to get nervous about our trip.
- And just a little note for my guest posters, last year, I went on vacation and had my underwear drawer ransacked! I came back to find the house in total disarray AND a naked man, whom I’ve never met, passed out in my bathtub. THIS time, while I am letting you in my home to post, you do need to be aware that my mother and father in-law will also be here. I don’t trust them to babysit my blog, but I do trust them to look after my pets. So. Be warned. My father in law likes guns, and my mother in law dislikes immoral behavior! -
Now, Where was I?
Ahh yes. Nerves.
One of my worries has been neatly handled witht he loan of a GPS system from my in-laws, but the rest are causing sleepless nights.
First up. The Amusement Park.
In theory, the Amusement park is great! Everyone loves amusement, right? Wrong. I don’t like the rides. At all. I used too. In fact, I used to LOVE them, but now I worry I will puke or pass out or simply pee myself in fear. Not a huge deal. I am super OK with waiting at the end for Micah, who loves rides, to take Parker on them.
What was that? A New Worry? Why yes! It was!
What if Parker – who right now is more excited about the rides at the Park than any other aspect of the trip, gets onto a ride and is scared? What if I have to sit at the bottom, watching him scream in fear, being terrified and there is NOTHING I can do about it? What do I do then?
Well? ANSWER ME.
My weekend was made of win.
I found six beautiful, wonderful, not going to write anything that will get me arrested guest posters and then went to dad’s.
I don’t have pictures of my guest posters, but here are pictures of my trip to dad’s.
Check out how awesome my dad looks. Two weeks before this picture was taken he was all dying and shit. STAY AWAY FROM THE LIGHT PEOPLE! THE DARKSIDE HAS COOKIES!
This child is made of WIN, and sprinkled with AWESOME and comes with a side of SPARKLEY!GLITTERY!UNICORN!
I sure hope Fathers are locking their daughters up as I type. This boy’s gonna break a lot of hearts!
And then we have Logan. Of course. Sleeping in the car with his stool. His stool is his best friend. His name is Stooley. Stooley and Logan are going to play fort together in the morning in the back yard and then they will make more S’mores. I know this is true because Logan told me so as I was tucking him and Stooley into bed..
And no weekend at dad’s could ever be complete without a bit of incestuous activity! This last photo shows a brother and sister eating each other.
Bad dog!
In the morning, We will be speeding (read: going less than ten above the posted limit because I am a big whiny baby) down the highway toward my fathers house. He and his wife have invited us over for some hard labour. Dad and MM were in the middle of Kitchen remodles when he so rudely had his heart attack(s). Anyone who knows anything about building knows that drywall that has not been mudded, sanded and painted is very vulnerable to..well…Everything.
In order to prevent my father from deciding to mud and paint on his own, hubs and I, but mostly hubs, will be supplying the labour to get the job done, while Dad and MM supply the company. And food. And the fire pit in the back yard.
Speaking of fire pits, backyards and S’Mores, what kind of grocery store doesn’t carry regular chocolate bars? All I wanted was a few chocolate bars made of CHOCOLATE so that we could make S’Mores and Banana Boats, but did they have any? NOOOO they did NOT.
Pretty Fucking Big Grocery Store FAIL.
AHNYway.
Micah got this sweet little saw type thingy for Christmas a few years back. It makes me hot. I love it. Honest to Blog, people, any excuse I can find to play with it, I grab it and run!
As you may know, Micah gave me some wood last night, it was 96 inches long, 12 inches wide. A thing of beauty, I tell ya. But. You know… The Saw and I, we have this thing going… So I cut up the wood. And I cut it correctly too, for those of you wondering. I now have three shelves cut and ready to be mounted. However, mounting wood should always be done slowly with careful consideration, making sure every part of the experience is perfect. And level.
And I wanted McDonalds for supper. And to go Shoe shopping. And the boys wanted to watch From Russia With Love again, so my beautifully, correctly measured twice, cut once shelves will have to wait until Sunday to be mounted.
Total Time Management FAIL.
Now.
For the biggest FAIL of all.
Meet Fantastagirl. Her employers are DouchbagFAILfuckers who are going to severely regret the day they decided not to renew her contract. Head over and give her some words of encouragement.
After three weeks of casually mentioning I’d like to get some wood, and three days of flat out pouting and muttering under my breath about the horrible lack of wood in my life, Micah finally gave me some new wood to play with!
It’s funny how the wood *I* need for *MY* projects always mean he has extra work to do, eh?
(UPDATE: sorry. Should have mentioned the wood is for some shelves I’ve been asking for for a while.)
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In other news, I want these** :
And I bought these :
* OMG! The Temptation to title this post “I Got Wood & Pussy“!!!!
** YOU ALL MISSED MY BIRTHDAY!
