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Sorry this has taken so long...
If you call up 1-800-551-0683 and then press 0, you can log a complaint with the customer service. If they get enough negative feed back on the flavor change, they will bring back the two flavors that Anthony will eat. Needless to say, this is messing with our little autistic world. Thank you for your help.
The Witch of the Web and Her Main Dude (I chose to call them this as I didn't know if they wanted their "real" names on a blog)
Sorry it took so long Maeve!!
A Day In Hell....
My day of utter misery began with the seemingly simple request, "Mom, you wanna ride to town with me and the kidz?" See, I had to go and pick up some school supplies, the kidz start school this coming Tuesday, August 1st. Yeah...that sux, why start school before September? But that is another rant. And honey, this one is gonna be good enough on it's own. When asked that seemingly simple question, my Mom answered, "No, I don't think I will, I need to do some stuff around here." However, Noni was at Nanny's house, and she is not one to pass up a shopping opportunity. So, I get the 2 boys ready here, Nicklaus decides he's gonna stay with Nanny and Poppa and just Nathan and Noni will be with me. Great....quick drive to the S-A-V (Savannah, y'all) and a trip into K-mart and home again, home again, jiggity jig. Yeah...right. When I arrive my Mom informs me that her and Dad are going to go, cool, fine, great....they take their car I save on gas, all good. Hell no it IS NOT.
This was at 11:00 am this morning. I got home with all three hellions at 7:00pm. Why you ask? Nice outing with the family? Let me see how to phrase this right...okay...WHY HELL NO!! Halfway to town I find out we are stopping at the hospital first, remember....Dad's a preacher, got to make those visits. NO ONE TOLD ME THIS. But, after my initial, "Oh Christ, all three of them in a hospital? With me?? Great." And the obligatory, "Kellie, you do not have to take the Lord's name in vain," comment from Mom. (Thank God she did NOT hear what I was thinking, cuz it sure as hell was a LOT worse) Anyway, I figured, okay, we can do this, they will act like normal children in this lobby, or else. Well, that was my first error. The second was believing that this "Will only take a minute." ONE HOUR LATER, after we'd been to the Meditation Garden, threw umpteen dozen pennies in some damn fountain, rode the "allivator", sat in the 5th floor children's floor waiting room (without anything for children in the waiting room) whilst Nathan would run circles around my legs, tell me I was "BAD," and yes, growl at me when I popped his leg, while enduring that, Nicklaus decided to tell Noni, "They say this is a children's floor, that's means this is where kids come to die, well, old people too I guess" I do the obligatory scaring the crap outta him maneuver, and, finally I see a glimpse of the end, the end of the general, well the end to the general "hell" that occurs when you take my children to hospital type places, finally Mom and Dad are ready to leave. I am completely exhausted, frazzled, and ready to try the insanity defense in my trial like ol' Andrea did. I'm somewhat relieved though, we're leaving, I'm going to get those damn supplies and get to go home. See, Kmart has buggies, shopping carts, "jail on wheels", hospitals do not...unless I injure the children, then I go to jail and they get to play video games and color in the place that people come to die.
We get in the car and Dear Ol' Dad then informs us, "Well since I'm right here at the hospitals, I need to stop over at MMC to see so-n-so's daughter, she tried to commit suicide and did not succeed, she may yet though, she's on a ventilator." "WTF???" "Daddy, please tell me you are not, please, I cannot take another hospital lobby with these, these things. Please." "Nope, I need to do this" "Daddy, she doesn't even come to our church, you don't even know her, please, she wanted to kill herself, if no one goes in there and talks and crap, maybe she'll at least think she succeeded." That, needless to say was not taken well. Mom tries to pitch in, "These kids give her a fit, do we have to go now." Dad said "Yes." That was the end of that debate. Mom decides, we'll sit in the van with the kids. Let's keep in mind, the high today was 97 DEGREES, with humidity and heat index thingies, that means it feels like 108 DEGREES and only after 20 minutes in a van with 3 kids with all the doors open did I ask, "Did you mean we are going to sit here and roast in this van and you're not going to turn it on with the air at all??" Upon my questioning this insane act I learned that "Gas costs almost $3 a gallon, we are not going to waste it like that." Makeup is gone by this point, hair is an oily mess, kids are miserable and quite vocal about it. I finally say, "Well, hell, if we sit here any longer see if they have an extra ventilator for me, because I am about to take whatever pills I have in my purse." Some children's Tylenol were all I could find, and a Vitamin B6 tablet. anyhoo, Mom then asks, "Well, do you want to go to the lobby then?" "Ummm...sure, at least hell in there has an A/C." "Kellie, you do not have to use such vulgar language." Vulgar, yeah right, you have nooooo idea. To cut it short, the next events can only be described as God's retribution on me and my immortal soul, sanity and general willingness to suffer somewhat silently.
After ANOTHER HOUR of hospital hell, we are walking once again to the van to go to K-Mart when my Dad's cell phone rings, someone has been in the hospital for THREE DAYS and he did not know this, now he must IMMEDIATELY turn around and visit them. So, I resigned myself to my fate, let my mother deal with my children and just listened to the voices in my head, which, by the way, were all screaming incredibly VULGAR things. All I said out loud was , "All I wanted to do was go to K-Mart, that's it, get some supplies, buy the kidz an ICEE and come home."
WTF IS A MOMMY MANUAL???
I go outside on my front porch when I am actually trying to communicate with another human on the phone. Why? Surely, you understand. If I stay inside then "THEY" are there and I'll never hear a word. This opening of the door, the admonishment that "Mommy is calling Aunt Linda long distance, please leave me alone a few moments", is actually an ancient secret code language for "Hey y'all, do some of the most stupid shit y'all can think of, but open the door every few minutes and interrupt me so I can lose the last thread of sanity I have." I guess my kidz are gifted, they know this language. Anyway, here a little synopsis of this conversation.
Me: Hey girl, how are ya?
Linda: (answers something)
all she can hear I am sure is me, teeth gritted, telling the
SPAWN MY HUSBAND CREATED kidz "Get inside, I told you I needed a minute, get inside now....
Me: Okay, what were we saying?
again another attempt at conversation, again, nose flaring, teeth gritted, yelling at kidz...
Nicklaus: MOMMMM....Noni did a swirly.
Noni: MOMMMMM....Nicklaus told me toooooooooooooooo
Mom: Okay....what in the hell is a swirly???
Kidz: Well, it's when you stick your head in the toilet and flush it...
Mom: (yes, Linda is on the phone laughing her ass off at this point, just enjoying the entertainment) Let me get this straight, you stuck your head in the toilet and flushed it? Noni, that is what you're saying right?
Noni: Yes, Nicklaus told me to....
Linda: What does that feel like I wonder?
Mom: What? Sticking your head in the toilet and flushing it? Hell, I guess it feels like water runnin' round your head.
Linda: (Laughing gleefully)
Mom: Oh hell, let me grab the camera...This is surely blogworthy....
**Just an afterthought...I think Noni looks dangerously like a) Marilyn Manson, b) Courtney Love or c) a mixture of both in these pictures....***
I'll be back...
YET ANOTHER THIS WASN'T IN MY MOMMY MANUAL
The husband of the Nutz Woman, that would be me, woke me up Thursday on his way out to work. He told me the youngest Nutz Child, that would be this one:
Nathan was awake, and there is no damn telling what he will do if unattended. No, I am not talking about to himself, I am talking about to me dammit. Some atrocious mess that I will have to clean up. Anyway, I got up, got on the couch, by this time Noni had joined us. Nathan went back to sleep peacefully. I now know this was just a counter offensive move so he could wreak total devastation on those with whom he lives. Namely, ME.
WE I was dozing peacefully when I was awakened by a bloodcurdling scream....it was Princess Noni alerting the troops, yep that would be me again! It seems like Nathan had the terrific idea that filling both of these up with water, stoppers in, would be a really cool thing to do:
It was not. My WHOLE BEDROOM WAS FLOODED. So, I had to borrow one of these:
WITHOUT THE ATTACHMENTS PEOPLE...I was on all fours, ass in air, sucking water for hours.
Damn, can I re-think this whole, "One more won't make that much of a difference" belief??
Another Southern Belle
THIS IS LONG, WITH LOTS OF PICTURES, BUT IT'S WORTH IT!
Mom creates moving Marine Memorial
By Alejandro Alfonso, STAFF WRITER
PLEASANTON — Some people wave and take pictures, others give a thumbs-up.
Truckers yank on their horns as they pass on the highway. And wherever Karla Comfort stops and parks her H-3 Hummer, a crowd gathers to look.
The Hummer is a moving memorial to her son, John Holmason, who was killed in Fallujah, Iraq, on Dec. 5 along with nine other Marines. It has been airbrushed with images Comfort collected from friends and relatives of the Marines who served with her son. Alongside those images is a scene of warriors on the battlefield, Marines walking hand in hand with Iraqi children and saluting comrades among clouds shining with heavenly light. On each side of the rear windows are portraits of the 10 Marines who died on that day.
During the Alameda County Fair's parade today, the Hummer will be driven through downtown by Lance Cpl. Ian Dollard, who survived the bomb blast that killed Holmason and the others from his platoon. "It is probably the best paint job I've ever seen on a car," said Dollard, 20. He still has difficulty talking about what happened. His own image is painted on the driver's-side door. "It's hard to explain. I appreciate that Karla is going to let me drive it in the parade. I think it will be cool."
The idea to airbrush the car came to Comfort after she saw a 2005 Ford Mustang with a similar memorial for Vietnam veterans. "I just remember I looked at that car for maybe a half an hour, walking around it and I just thought, 'Wow, this is beautiful, what a neat thing to do,' and that was about six months before this happened," she said, referring to the death of her son. The reaction she has received, especially from those in the military and their families, is something she did not expect. "When I picked it up I was shocked because I did not expect all of this. I've gotten very, very, very positive reactions."
Another thing that I did not realize would take place with this Hummer is all of the retired and active Marines, this truck has become their truck as well." Besides the images, the truck is decorated with slogans. "All gave some — some gave all," is etched under a list of the 10 names. "John 3:16," is written over the back window.
Pfc. Jonathan Maltez of Fremont wiped at his eyes as he walked around the truck Friday at the fairgrounds. It is parked next to the Blue Star Moms table, where fairgoers can write to military personnel still overseas. "I was crying," Maltez admitted. "I usually don't cry."
Lance Cpl. Kevin Behrendt of Pleasanton went to high school with Ian Dollard. He also was standing post next to the Hummer on Friday at the fair. He looked at the picture of Dollard on the door of the truck as he related his feelings. "It's humbling to know it's that close. Some people don't get it, how close you actually get to your fire team, your squad, your platoon. There is a brotherhood there."
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I Just Can't Come Up With a Title for This One...
THIS WAS SO NOT IN MY MOMMY MANUAL!
KID I LEARNED FROM: NATHAN
ONE SHOULD ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS
CHECK THE WASHING MACHINE BEFORE INSERTING CLOTHES, EVEN IF YOU
ARE 110% SURE IT'S EMPTY. THANK GOODNESS I DID...THIS TIME!!!
You learn something new everyday with kidz....
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It's a Southern Thang, Y'all!
Guess What I Am Going To Start Collecting Honey?
Teacups? What the hell for?
Because I want to! We'll finally have room, I know just where I'll put them and I already have that really pretty one I bought at a yard sale a while back. Remember?
Uh, yeah, yeah, sure do.
Lying ass, you don't remember a damn teacup.
Well, if you knew that already....why ask?
***Update on my pretty "little teacup bought at the yard sale," Nathan saw it on the table, where I only walked away for ONE minute to grab something...Another fine idea shot to hell.This is what it looks like now:
I didn't even notice...
Answer anyone...WHY IN THE HELL WOULD THIS HAPPEN?
By OLIVIA MUNOZ (Associated Press Writer)
From Associated PressJuly 04, 2006 10:49 PM EDT
GUSTINE, Calif. -
A man who was seen arguing with his wife Tuesday later killed his four young children in their home with a hunting rifle before turning the gun on himself, officials said.
The children apparently died of gunshots to the head, and their father, Trevor Branscum, 38, died of a self-inflicted wound, Mayor Jim Bonta said.
Police Sgt. Vince Inaudi said the children appeared to be sleeping when they were shot. The evidence was consistent with a murder-suicide, but the department planned to conduct a full homicide investigation, he said.
Authorities identified the dead siblings as Aubrie, 12; Jacob, 10; and twins Taylor and Alyssa, both 5. The wife, Amanda Branscum, was uninjured, officials said.
The Branscums had lived in Gustine for three years, and there were no reports of domestic violence with the family, Inaudi said. Trevor and Amanda Branscum were married on Valentine's Day in 2003, Inaudi said. All four children were theirs.
Steven Morris, 18, who lived across the street from the Branscums, said he saw the family lighting fireworks on their front lawn Monday night.
"They always seemed really happy," Morris said. "I never heard any arguments from the house. It's sad because the kids didn't do anything. Kids don't deserve that."
The bloodshed came about an hour after a store owner called police to report that Trevor Branscum and his wife were arguing.
Amanda Branscum went in to buy a few things, and her husband followed her into the market, police said. The merchant said that as the woman drove away in a van, her husband dove through the window. The store owner declined to comment on the dispute that preceded the violence.
As officers searched for the van, police said, another call came in at 1:30 a.m. of shots fired at the Branscum home. Officers saw Amanda Branscum lying in the road uninjured; the bodies of Trevor Branscum and the children were inside the house.
Gustine, with a population of about 5,200, is about 90 miles northwest of Fresno in California's San Joaquin Valley. The deaths Tuesday were the community's first reported killings in nearly four decades.
"It's kind of shocking in this area," said 41-year-old neighbor Francisco Torres, whose daughter was friends with Aubrie. "You always hear about crime in other cities, but it's shocking because it's your own neighbors."
Associated Press Writer Justin M. Norton in San Francisco contributed to this report.
Happy Fourth Of July Y'all
THE BRAVE WARRIORS
THEY ALL FOUGHT FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE
THE WHITE MEN, THE BLACK MEN, THE INDIANS TOO...
THEY WERE ALL HEROES, LET IT BE SAID
WHEN THE BLOOD FLOWED, IT WAS ALL CRIMSON RED.
THEY ALL FOUGHT FOR OUR FREEDOM, SIDE BY SIDE,
SOME OF THEM LIVED AND TOO MANY DIED.
THEY WERE ALL VALIANT SOLDIERS, EACH AND EVERY MAN,
THEY GAVE WHAT THEY HAD, TO THE LAST STAND.
WE SHOULDN'T FORGET THEM, NOT ONE SINGLE SOUL!
AND WE SHOULD MAKE SURE THEIR STORIES ARE TOLD.
THAT THEIR BRAVERY IS IS KNOWN, ACROSS OUR GREAT LAND.
FOR THOSE UP IN HEAVEN, OR THE HELL HERE ON EARTH,
WE ALL THANK OUR FATHERS, FOR OUR LIFE SINCE OUR BIRTH.
THEY ALL ARE OUR HEROES, A MUCH TREASURED LOT,
AND WE SHOULD THANK EACH OF THEM, FOR ALL WE HAVE GOT.
SO RAISE UP YOUR HANDS, GIVE THANKS UP ON HIGH
FOR ALL THE BRAVE SOLDIERS WHO LIVED AND WHO DIED.
AS OUR LIVES GO ON, AND IN FREEDOM WE LIVE,
WE THANK EVERY SOLDIER, FOR WHAT HE COULD GIVE.
WE DID IT, WE DID IT!!
AUNTIE LINDA...IT'S A BIRD, IT'S A PLANE...
NOT REALLY PEOPLE...SHE HAD A HURT FINGER...I JUST ASKED HER TO SHOW ME WHICH ONE WAS HURT! BWAHAHAHAHAHA
While Linda (Livey) was in town I took her to see our new house and our land. Livey looked at our pump and septic tank and made intelligent suggestions and such for both. Nicklaus, ever his Momma's Boy, said, "I wish you were more like her Momma! She knows about man stuff!!" Whateverrrrrrrrrrr...I can say wrench and tractor....although, I must admit....I wouldn't use either one...Livey does!
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**The links are the words of Rob. The links are to the posts. Yep, the one about Stacey is the one that I pissed him off. We got over it, now it's time for y'all to get over it.**