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Kaydence Renee' Kinney
Feb 25th
My sister’s step-son’s (who I’ve never met) new baby, which makes me what?
Long lost not-so-Great Aunt Debbie?
So yeah, teeny tiny baby. I get my information 3rd hand through Myspace so I don’t know the weight but that is a TINY baby. Hope all is well. But seriously, Kaydence Kinney? Poor kid.
tidbits or bids and tits?
Feb 23rd
While wandering through Myspace I found out my sister’s step-son’s wife had her baby and they named it Kaydence Renee’ – complete with apostrophe. Yes, my eyes rolled. Why do people feel the need to fuck their kids up forever? She’s gonna need to carry name cards for the rest of her life. Or maybe a tattoo would be easier.
Sister’s daughter Brittany (the only one of that family I actually have contact with) is due in a couple of weeks. Though I’m getting reports that she may deliver earlier as everything seems to be in perfect arrangement for it. She’s planning on naming her son Damien Gabriel. Interesting and yet spelled within normal limits. We laugh that he could turn out either way, evil or good. I don’t know if she’s planning on using her real last name (Stephens) or the one she goes by (Kinney) or the father’s last name (I’m clueless).
Mom was upset she was specifically uninvited to Brittany’s baby shower. Poor Brittany had to chose between her selfish bitch mother or her whiny obtuse Grandmother. What nice people I come from. And her perpetually broke Aunt Debbie wasn’t even mentioned.
Whatever.
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This Wednesday is Ignite Phoenix. It’s organized by friends of mine and the whole program consists of 5 minute/20 slide presentations of whatever you’re passionate about. As long as you’re not selling something. I think Jeff said there were 18 presentations this time. The last two IPs were at GoDaddy’s local offices but we’ve outgrown that venue and this time it’s at Tempe’s new Center for the Arts. Lots of people have been wanting an excuse to check out that venue so it should be pretty packed.
Friday night #evfn (East Valley Friday Nights) is meeting at Studios 5C Gallery in Tempe. I love #evfn. It’s our local twitter meetup every Friday night at a different location throughout the east valley and it’s expanded beyond twitter people. We’re averaging 45 people so it’s getting harder and harder to find places that can accommodate that many people. Apparently this one is sponsored (free food and drink). A couple of weeks ago we held it at a brand new W hotel called “aloft” and they provided a tour and a drink/bar snacks at their lobby lounge “w xyz”.
(I don’t know about this trendy naming shit with all lower case letters. I feel like I need to show they’re proper names somehow.)
And Saturday night is booked, too. I’m not sure if I can talk about that til it’s over but I have lots to do to get ready for it. I have PLANS. Think Mardi Gras and boobs.
I’ve got Kira today and she’s whining for second breakfast. I’m yelling YOU JUST ATE over her screeching and she ain’t buying it. Pause goes Gullah Gullah – which usually shuts her up. Consequences for whining. Let Grammi finish her stupid post and she’ll get you a snack. Patience grasshopper.
I'm not the Mom anymore, just A Mom
Nov 15th
My last baby is 18 today. No longer a child but legally a grown-ass woman.
Of course, she’s still living here until she graduates in the spring. Any now she’s talking about staying with me through College maybe. We get along great for a Mother-Daughter relationship.
Today’s plan is breakfast, then I’ll wrap her one little gift so she has something to unwrap. Then at noon I’m taking her for her first tattoo. Yes, pictures will follow. She also wants a nose piercing, but I’m trying to talk her out of that. She’s got the whole sensitive itchy-all-the-time nose thing too and I don’t think a nose piercing is such a hot idea. We’ll see.
*sniff* My baby’s grown up now. *sigh*
Arizona Politics Sucks
Nov 5th
Let me start with:
Oh Fuck Yeah Obama!
*ahem*
But we still have that blowhard Joe Arpaio as County Sheriff. I’ve often said that I completely agree with some of his tactics (pink underwear, green bologna, tent city, no porn, no TV) I can’t stand the man. He’s the ultimate ass. Full of himself and his power, going way beyond pushing the envelope in law enforcement to downright breaking the law himself. His last stunt? Invading the Mesa Public Library in the middle of the night with SWAT teams and heavily armed posse members to arrest three janitors who happen to be illegals. Gee, wouldn’t a couple of deputies waiting outside until they went home from work be showy enough? He’s become the mean/evil sheriff from the old wild west stories.
And they passed Proposition 102. It’s already illegal for gays to marry in Arizona, but that’s not prejudiced enough. Now they get to change the state constitution! I’ve heard there is already so much bullshit in the constitution that doesn’t belong there, why not another stupid amendment. Great. Way to be forward thinkers. Propagate the hate.
Called Mom last night as Obama was announced. She’s not thrilled. Oh, she’s happy the better man won, but her husband is the biggest racist I’ve ever met. Won’t watch TV because of all the [n-words] on there. Hates black people. HATES them. I’ve had to shut him up several times when he’s mouthed that shit in my house, in front of my kids. And he’s blatant about it! Once, they had one white and one black porter pushing their wheelchairs through the airport, bitching the whole time and in the end he tipped the white guy $5 and the black guy $1. Mom slipped the guy another $5 but he was such a gentleman, ignoring very hurtful words coming from a crippled old man. I’d have dumped the old fart on his ass. Can’t stand him. He’s an Orc. But she married him. Life’s gonna be pretty nasty at her house for a while. Hopefully 8 years.
Another year older and deeper in shit
Aug 25th
Tomorrow is my sister’s birthday. It actually crossed my mind to send her some sort of greeting card or ecard. She hasn’t spoken more than a word or two to me in YEARS. In fact, last time I was in Florida and Dad and I took Ginnie over there to see her cousins, Beth did not speak to or look at me at all. She called me a couple of years ago to ask some odd question, acting like we were best friends and nothing was wrong . . . and not a word since.
And I have no idea why.
She does that. Cuts people out of her life and holds a grudge forever. I have no idea why I’m on her dead list. Dad has no idea why I’m on her dead list. Something about a car, he says. What car? She’s had Mom on her dead list even longer. That was because Mom asked her for a borrowed piece of furniture back if she wasn’t using it.
Happy Birthday Beth. Hope you rot in your own little world of hatred with that asshole husband of yours. No skin off of my nose.
*snerk* she’s turning 52.
I wish I had a close family. I have one “real” sister who doesn’t speak to me, a nasty mother I wish I didn’t have to speak to at all and a fairly decent father – who prefers to remain out of loop. My step-father is THE most disgusting racist I’ve ever met. I envy people who have good relationships with their parents and siblings.
I’m closer to people I’ve met on the frakking internet than I am to anyone in my own bloodline.
She must be 177 by now
Mar 16th
Every so often I get one of those emails from my Aunt Barb. You know the kind. The cutesie pass this poem along or everyone dies types. Which is fine, it’s not often enough to annoy and I know she’s thinking of me for the split second it takes her to click my name. Actually I think of her more often than that, but that’s another story.
Anyways . . . at the bottom of today’s list of forwarded names it says PAULINE HUFF. Wait, Great Aunt Pauline is still alive? She was 100 years old when I was a kid!
We didn’t see her all that often. Jet black hair, which even as a child I knew wasn’t natural. She seemed short maybe because Uncle Don was so abnormally tall (Uncle Don was? is my Grandfather’s brother) and I loved that woman. She was funny and full of personality. She had a weener dog that my mother says is the only dog she ever liked. They lived way up near the top of Michigan in a wonderful cabin in the woods.
I don’t remember anyone in the family being named after her so it must be her. And she’s got an email address? Cool! She would. I don’t know why this surprises me so much. And now you’re wondering why I don’t email her. Frankly, I’m just one great-niece in a giant family and the daughter of the family bitch. I don’t have anything to say except congratulations on still being alive. I really liked you 35 years ago? Who wants to hear that shit.
I’ll just smile and let it go.
