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Suck it Sheryl.

My dad received news recently that a close family friend has cancer, and was denied because of government act for any type of surgery that would save his life. Pretty crappy situation if I say so myself… of course, my dad is a major political (and biblical) buff, and goes on a tangent about the Obama healthcare plan and how it is harming citizens. In most of the conversation, I actually agree with him. He fact checks, and he ensures his statements are true. And then, Miss Sheryl pops in.

Sheryl, a self-appointed liberal, is about the most obnoxious thing since the evolution of mosquitos.  She rants and raves, and finds all her information on these supposed forms off of sites such as factcheck and huffington post, which mind you yes they do have some information that is correct, but when she turns and twists the information to suite her needs and her point, it ends up making her look like an ass.

Simply the conversation started as a debate, I had to put my nose in it and just ask from my usual hippie stand point how she would react if her healthcare provider and government providers had told her that a lifesaving surgery would be denied “just cuz”.  She ran me in circles for about 3 hours, and still wouldn’t give me a damn answer, which infuriated me.

During this debate, she kept switching her statements around to make herself sound better. First it was that American’s are all lazy… Then it was “oh I agree with you, people are hurting,” and then, out of NO WHERE. She cops off with, and I QUOTE , “ If you want to make this personal… your thinking is why you are poor and I am rich. I am amused by you, a person who cannot find a job to afford daycare for her children. That is what I find amusing. So keep spouting off about you opinions because at the end of the day, I am still rich and you are still poor.”

What. The fuck.  I made no personal attacks, I simply pointed out what she said in an earlier post, and how it differed from what she was currently stating. My thinking, was that there are people out there who suffer, no matter how hard they work to make ends meet, and there are those out there who work their asses off and are still unable to ensure a healthy lifestyle for their children, and I am by no means “poor”. We may scrape by, but we always have what we need, my daughter has what she needs, and quite honestly? Once I finish my degree, it won’t be an issue finding a job, whereas right now I’m in a location that is racist and will only pick “true locals” over others when it comes to hiring for jobs, even at frigging Mc Donald’s.

How the hell?

Anyway, my response was as follows , “I made no personal attacks towards you. I was simply showing how your statements were switching up as the debates went down. How does it make you feel to point out that you are oh so rich, to an apparently oh so poor individual? As I just stated prior. That was an extremely petty move. And it honestly makes you look like a stuck up snob. *poke* alright then, you took a jab, I took mine. We even now?  actually I’m going to drop off this conversation at this point. I have to get ready for BBQ with my poor peeps. Catch ya on the flip side, and it was great to meet you Sheryl 🙂

Her response, “ You, too, Ayla! Enjoy the BBQ. Don’t drink too much cheap wine . J “

What on god’s green earth, possessed this woman to be such a bitch you may ask? I proved she was a hypocrite. I cornered her, and shoved it in her face, that she in fact was taking back what she was saying, and twisting it to make herself look better.

Here’s the best part, I called my dad once I ducked out on this completely pointless, and petty conversation. Come to find out this is his fiancé’s niece.  NIECE.  They were rooting for me the whole time apparently, and have given me permission to punch my… (step?)  cousin, in the throat at the next family reunion. This woman is not as “rich” as she makes herself out to be. She is a narrow-minded psychopath with no desire to obtain or produce any sort of informative pertinence to the conversation, and then blatantly offends others when caught in a corner to make herself seem bigger.

P.S. she’s a realtor. Yep. A frigging realtor.  I just got into an internet, political spat with a 40 year old REALTOR from OHIO, who is apparently family. What a keeper. SMH.

As my dad said, she may think I’m poor by her standards financially, but at least I’m not morally bankrupt.
And on a side note, I may not have a job, and I may not have the capability to pay for daycare currently, but at least I am at home, with my child every day to watch her grow into the beautiful young woman she will become.

Suck it Sheryl.


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Plot for world domination

Have you ever as a child wondering what it would be like to rule a country? To be a King, Queen, or President?

I know I have, and had actually drawn out a plan. It’s this completely off the wall plan, but I think it may actually work… (if I ever had a never ending supply of money, with every scientist known to man kind at my beck and call).


First, I would gather all necessities to life, such as crops, cattle, clothing, etc. and have them at my disposal so no one else could have them ( greedy huh?).

Second, my team of elite scientists would creat a nuclear device that would shut down all modern day electronics. This is to include vehicles, computers, electricy as a whole… right down to the very last AAA battery and watch. Once the rioting had subsided, I would hack into the system (although of course there would be only a small amount of time), and pronounce myself RULER OF THE WORLD!  People will file to my headquarters which are located world wide, and would be rationed food to last them 2 weeks, along with a dairy cow, 1 chicken per person in the family, and a goat. Every 2 weeks (upon schedual) the people would come for their next helping of rations. This would eliminate obesity world wide while ensuring that everyone still has enough food to survive efficiently until an order is produced where they can efficiently feed themselves. Although if starvation started to become an issue I would still ration out food to help. Then the overhaul would begin.

Jobs would be given out according to status. Some would be farmers, ranchers, shop keeps, peace keepers etc. Such as society was thousands of years ago. There will be no slavery though. Everyon has free will and are able to make changes to their status depending on if there was a position available at the time, just like any other job. The only fascility that will be provided electronics and such will be hospitals… Even I will not have electricity, and will work for my keep.

Money will be in the form of bartering. This will allow people to find their true talents, whether it be art, music, weaving, baking, what have you.  It will be a real talent, not those such as “playing video games”. Plus it will get children out and about so they get some fresh air, which I believe is really needed this day and age.

I do expect to be assasinated within the first few years, but needless to say, my team of elite scientists will have found a way to either clone me, or make me invincible. Either way, I will not be completely destroyed. Ever. 


This plan, I made up when I was about…. 16.  It does go into much farther detail about how I would enforce laws, rations, declare myself Ruler of the World, schooling and all that fun stuff, but It’s also 4am, and I should be in bed… key word: Should. Maybe I will continue this on later… but as of now this is just a random thought that passed through my head again and I figured I would jot it down right quick.

So, there you have it.


If you were given all the devices you needed, how would you plot world domination?

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Little Piece of Paradise

With how often I blab about hating Hawaii, I have to admit it really is quite beautiful… I’ve decided to upload a few photos I’ve taken since I’ve been out here, Mind you most are of the kiddo, but eh! She’s cute so it’s okay. On a side note, I have actually begun enjoying living here. I gave up on being miserable, and have decided to just make the best of it, especially since we are going to be here the next 2 1/2 years. People always comment on how I’m so “lucky” to be living in paradise, or how I should be greatful to live in a place so wonderful, but I just can’t bring myself to actually feel like I’m living in paradise. I am a regular citizen, living in a city (mind you 2.3 miles from the beach which is a plus), struggling to make ends meet, and it doesn’t exactly help much that I have no car and my husband works clear over at Pearl Harbor. I’m gonna get there though. I have a few health issues to work through and then I will be back on the boat of getting into shape, playing more with the kiddo and the crazy pup, and of course making my way around the island and truely exploring the culture. I’ll get there. and I’ll make this my own personal paradise. Sooner or later 😉

Beach day

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Toddler Torture Tactics

April 11, 2012 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , ,

Oh. My. God. New torture tactic. Deny toddler of juice. Seriously. It’s hilarious yet frustrating. I’ve never seen her spaz out over something so … random. I mean. it’s juice… maybe juice is secretly the “LIQUID OF THE GODS” to children.  So second post for the day, and I’ll be done. Just wanted to update on torture ideas for kids, so I shall list the things my child feels are torture.

1.) Deny the liquid of the Gods – As they lose their energetic power, and break down into fits, eventually falling asleep where they are freaking out at.
2.) Deny candy – Will lose all self control, and tear house apart from temper tantrum, shoot flames from ears and nose.
3.) Time Out – Ohhh the dreaded time out… SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM oh it’s over? Lets play!
4.) No Mac and Cheese, Dear god the world will end if there is no mac and cheese….
6.) No snack (dinner almost ready) – BUT I WANT A SNACK! NOWWWWW! (demon exits child’s body)
7.) Bed time – BLARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  laser beams of death shoot from eyes.
8.) Getting up early – whine, whine, whine, whine, Poptarts? ok, Whine.
9.) Denial of Toy at store/ Time out at store – *sniffle* DEATHSCREAMOFDOOM*sniffle*
and finally…..
10.) The clean your room tactic – whine, pout, pick up one toy, DONE! (tell to finish cleaning room) Pout, wander around room in circles, pout, “I have to use the bathroom” *goes to bathroom*, Pout, “I’m so thirsty!” *takes drink*, Pout, picks up two toys, DONE! 6 hours later, bedroom is “clean”… because I clean it. *sigh*

Oy. Children are Sooooooooooooooo fun.

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Life of the Navy Wife

April 6, 2011 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , , , ,

My life. Ugh. End of story. It’s so stressful. I was married previously to a jerk who was in the Army, he was stationed in Germany and I was stuck behind in South Dakota, alone and pregnant, but I did fine. I believe it was the thought that I had done everything else in my life for so long all alone, and the fact that I knew he was truly nothing to me. He treated me like the scum under his boot, and caused me to go into premature labor. This second time around to being married in the military is so much harder. I married my best friend, a person I’ve known and cared about for years and am now stuck in a town 10x as big as Rapid City, and alone with only him as a friend. I’ve made 2 friends, and both are leaving to go to another post, and I’m afraid to make any new friends since we will be stationed some place new in November. It’s a hard concept to wrap my head around, that all friends I make I will sooner or later have to say goodbye. I left for my daughter’s visitation 2 weeks before he had to leave, he left 3 days before we arrived back home, and been gone ever since. The first time I spoke to him was last night via Facebook but for a very short period of time. They have been gone a total of 3 weeks now. My daughter is driving me crazy, and all I do is sit and think. Think about if he is okay, eating well, sleeping alright. Think about the next deployment and how much harder it is going to be. I was with him on his second deployment, and the third is coming up soon. There is that rumor he wont be going, will be staying behind to help things out here since we are leaving shortly after the deployment begins but it’s not for sure… My life has completely changed since we had eloped. I have no job and stay at home all day, when all I know is work. I’ve never been so bored of life.

I remember the last deployment I was driving to Sioux Falls to visit some friends, and I received a phone call that said I needed to pull over. They told me that there was a possibility that something happened to him, his dad had hung a flag in his yard and some officers went to his door. I panicked. It was a short lived rumor once I reached his brother. But it was one of the most horrifying moments in my life. It’s amazing what a simple rumor that friends will start will cause, the heartbreak I felt and the relief that washed over me when the rumor was dis banned.  It really does suck. It hurts and it’s terrifying. But I am a strong person, and I need to keep my mind open to possibilities of where our new life will take us.

This life is one of many things. Fantastic yet horrible, uplifting but so depressing, reassuring yet terrifying. It’s something that all military spouses must go through. The thought that their loved one may not come home, or may be leaving for long periods of time missing vital times in their child’s life. Or that their soldier would come home with such horrible post traumatic stress disorder that they must be hospitalized. Most people don’t realize that we the spouses go through a lot with our loved ones, that we are soldiers in our own way as well. We have to be strong and positive for our loved ones and be there whenever we are needed. We are bombarded with protesters, as if we have the right to say “no” to war, no to helping other countries regain their lives. Without our soldiers there may be no peace or rights for us as the people in this country. If soldiers had a choice, I can almost promise you they are there to help, and if given the opportunity to come back to their loved ones, they would do it in a heart beat.

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Still don’t know what that Dino was Thinkin’….

April 6, 2011 · Filed under Uncategorized · Tagged , , , ,

I need an outlet. A way to express myself to people I don’t know, or those who may care, or then again don’t. This will be my first “blog” I suppose. Starting it while my husband is away at training as a way to escape my screaming child of doom. I need a BREAK. I need an escape. Lets see how this goes. I want to write about my day, what I learn, I want to vent, write poetry, short stories, and information that I write for a friends blog (that I personally think is rather good). I’m going to school and am switching my degree to a History or Art History major… Oh how I love the history of things. I love to research history, learn about what “really” happened… the mystery that decades or centuries later was never solved. Maybe I should be a detective, I can totally rock a pipe… or maybe just a super hero… although I doubt I’d look good in spandex, but that cape is so tempting….

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