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My Moto Q is a camera after all
Aug 14th
I never realized my mobile can take decent pictures! I’ve always ported them over using USB hookup or sometimes emailed them to twitpic and they always looked like shit.
I signed up for a free site called Dashwire and it syncs EVERYTHING from my phone. Text messages, calls, favorites, pictures and videos, ringtones, etc. And now you can sign up for a service that intercepts your voice mail and get those emailed to you. And you can send your pics to twitter/facebook/twitter.
So here goes:
Not a bad shot taken in a Wendy’s in California.
Well, this one is more like what I usually get, grainy and a bit blurry because I didn’t hold perfectly still. That little person in the middle is Kira running to get back into a bouncy house slide thing. I was trying for a long shot to show how massive this Jump and Shout play area is. You know, perspective.
I still can’t get my phone to consistently email to twitpic or flickr. Sometimes it works. I have better luck with mobipics. My next phone will text photos, email photos, do something with photos on a regular basis. I think I’m due for an upgrade in December.
Family drama
Jul 26th
I know you can’t pick your family. I sure as shit wouldn’t have picked mine.
First, I’ve mentioned my niece Miss B has a new baby she named Damien Gabriel. And she’s living with a guy who is apparently a complete asshat. I don’t know him but from what everyone in the family says, he’s as useless as a third dick. Miss B has chosen against all advice to stay with this person so my lovely sister has sued for emergency custody of the baby and won. Now she’s holding this baby hostage to everyone’s good behavior. Beth is one of those people who if you cross her she cuts you out of her life. She hasn’t spoken to me in years and I still don’t know why. She hasn’t spoken to our mother either, but has graciously allowed an hour visit a week to Mom. Mom says those visits are rife with tension and false pleasantries but she refuses to be baited into argument because Beth will then have an excuse to cut her out again.
This is all happening in Florida so there’s not much I can do or say. I’m not there to get in the middle or mediate or anything. I’m disappointed in Miss B for choosing a man over her child, but her mother did the same thing years ago. I feel I should call her and remind her of how she felt when her mother shipped her out here to me. I feel I should call my sister and remind her of her own EXACT behavior years ago. But I won’t call either of them. I’m not there, I don’t know fact from hearsay and I really don’t think either of them would listen to me anyway.
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Secondly, Casey finally got around to phoning his baby mama Sky. What a fiasco that was. Kira got to talk to her Mommy for the first time since last NOVEMBER and now she’s completely confused. She thinks Mommy is near and she’s coming to see her. Then Sky’s completely deluded rant about expecting Casey to send Kira to see her in Indiana for 6 months of the year, shared custody. Are you still living in a homeless shelter? Yes. Do you have a job yet? No. She thinks she’s got a leg to stand on. I do believe this might just light a fire under Casey’s ass about actually getting the divorce started instead of just talking about it all the fucking time. She cheated, had children by another man, lived with yet another man, seldom asked to visit her daughter and when she did she’d send her back after just a couple of days, and finally left the state without notification and put her other children up for adoption. Oh yeah, mother of the year there.
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Max called yesterday and they’re in San Diego this week and will be here on Saturday. I can wait, now that he’s safely in the States. He called again a few minutes ago to laugh at all the geeks/nerds he’s seen around because of Comic-Con. I explained that he was disparaging my people and that I’d love to be there, and now he says he’ll stop by tomorrow and get me tickets for next year. They go on sale in the morning. We’ll see. I’m pretty sure if he gets the tickets I can find a place to sleep there.
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After my obligatory call to my Mother I called my Dad – which is always nicer. He spent 10 minutes talking about the wonders of 5-minute energy drinks. Dad, you do realize that’s not good for your already stressed heart? Ask your doctor before you try that again!
I vant to be alone.
There’s been a possibility of a booty call from a new neighbor. We had an almost session the other night, but he was a little too freaked out about GirlChild downstairs and a lot too drunk. I never know when I’ll be home alone and he’ll be available and I’m moving in two weeks, so it might never happen. Oh well. His favorite saying? It is what it is. And it is. We’ll see.
*** edited because I forgot to run spellcheck, so bite me.

A Taco Bell Adventure
Jul 16th
This is what it’s like to take Kira for our first Taco Bell dinner.
M: What do you want? Crunchy taco or soft taco? Or hamburger? (McD’s is right next door)
K: soft taco like me! (after bath towel wrap song we sing)
So we get home and I pile the two kid’s meals out on the table. One crunchy and one soft meal. Supposed to be cinnamon twists but they put in nachos. I don’t know how you can confuse “TWISTS” with “NACHOS” but there ya go.
She turns her nose up at the soft taco after all and prefers the crunchy. She very carefully scrapes all the lettuce out of the taco so she can eat that first – with her spoon. And also dip it into the cheese sause. It’s too ‘picy but she keeps dipping lettuce and then chips into the sauce. Pretty soon it’s wiping everything off with napkins. Finally I’m instructed to hold the taco so she can take the tiniest of bites. This passes muster and she attempts to fit the whole end of the taco into her mouth for another bite. I’m trying to explain how to eat a taco (when I don’t quite understand the theory myself) and she decides she’d rather have my soft taco, originally HER soft taco. That didn’t go over too well either.
Then she sighs, looks at the enormous mess and says, “Grammi, can I just have a apple?”
So I’m striking Taco Bell off the kid’s meal choices. They have consistantly crappy “toys” anyway. What the hell did they do to the nacho chips? They’re tasteless!
Other interesting Kira developments:
She had a long sleepy yet very clear conversation the other night about how she really likes her bed and “thank you Grammi for finding me such a wonderful bed.”
One new thing I don’t like is the asking for stuff in a softer and softer voice just to get your attention. I don’t know why she continues to do it. After the third try I walk away and then she throws a hissy fit that I also ignore.
And she’s in the fake smiley for the camera phase. I HATE THAT.
Putting SmallChild to work
Jun 10th
I’ve recently rediscovered something I learned when my kids were little. Small children are extremely enthusiastic about smearing lotion all over your bare parts. Over the last few days Kira has lotioned my legs and feet multiple times and this morning I convinced her my back needed it too. I’m all soft today.
Kid’s finally starting to earn her keep.
Putting SmallChild to work
Jun 10th
I’ve recently rediscovered something I learned when my kids were little. Small children are extremely enthusiastic about smearing lotion all over your bare parts. Over the last few days Kira has lotioned my legs and feet multiple times and this morning I convinced her my back needed it too. I’m all soft today.
Kid’s finally starting to earn her keep.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
The latest about Her
Apr 19th
I haven’t updated about Her lately, but I’ve come across some information today so I thought I’d share.
“Her” being Casey’s ex-wife. Kira’s so-called mother. Venus (Sky) Walker. The Whore.
Casey hasn’t been able to contact her or find her since the end of January. Today I looked her up on MySpace and lo-and-behold she lists her location as Indiana!
So this is what I posted openly on her comments page.
Your daughter would like to know if you’re ever ever going to call her or visit. She asks for her mommy every day. What the fuck is this Indiana shit? Did you fucking leave the state without contacting your DAUGHTER? Shall we just write you off forever? I’m goddamn disappointed that you can’t even make the tiniest effort. Since JANUARY!
If you give a rat’s ass, they’re living with me now. And you can be sure I don’t give a damn about your excuses. Maybe you should amend your little blurb to say you repeatedly abandon your firstborn. I can’t wait for the day she stops whining for you.
Have a nice life.
It just pisses me off that she puts out this loving mother shit. Loving mother my ass, she doesn’t even bother to call. A phone call. Call collect!
Shortly after I posted that I got a friend request from Matt’s mother. Matt is the guy she was living with. Not the real father of her twin daughters mind you, just the guy who tried to step up. This woman sent me a long letter about the shenanigans the cow has been up to. She met some new guy on the Internet, took those girls to INDIANA and after new guy “mistreated” her, she’s now in a homeless shelter. And talking about dumping those babies on the state. Useless bitch. I don’t feel the least bit sorry for her.
How can one woman do so much to fuck up so many people’s lives?
Good riddance to bad rubbish. Now we have to figure out how to explain to Kira (over time) that her mother never cared enough about anyone else to bother to make any effort. It’s not Kira’s fault, but you know kids always believe that they are responsible. I need to find out how to word it just the right way to do the least amount of damage to this little girl.
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.
Found my camera cable!
Feb 18th
Look at this face. Isn’t that an adorable face? I only uploaded a couple of pictures but here were some older pics that were on the camera memory rather than on the memory card so they’re a bit out of date. Oh well. So go over to my flickr account and see what’s new.
Conversations with Kira
Feb 15th
I have Kira tonight and a little while ago she was helping me fold my laundry:
K: Oh sosts, Kira wear Drammi sots.
M: You can’t wear my socks silly, they’ll fall off your feet!
K: Why Drammi?
M: Cuz youse gots tiny feetsies Kira.
K: Whas dis Drammi?
M: That’s a bra Kira
K: Whas dis do?
M: To hold up my boobies.
K: Kira has boobies. Kira wear Drammi’s bra (off goes her shirt and on goes Grammi’s bra almost correctly)
M: That’s not really a good look for you kiddo.
K: Why Drammi? I’m hunry.
M: Great, what are you hungry for?
K: LION! (close, Tony the Tiger)
M: You want Tiger or do you want blueberries?
She makes the ugliest face I’ve ever seen on her.
K: TIIIIIIIGGGGEEEERRRRR!
M: Fine Miss Attitude. Can I have my bra back?
K: No, my boobies are cold.
Well, how do you respond to that?
I still can’t find the USB cord that goes to my camera so I can transfer the latest pictures. This laptop doesn’t accept the memory card. It’s an old Kodak DX3600 camera and the memory card always worked in my older computer so I haven’t needed the cable for awhile. Apparently it just wandered off on its own.
So if you happen to be local and happen to have one, let me know. Otherwise I’ll have to go exploring the Radio Shack stores around here.
Mini Update
Dec 10th
Child support check is 10 days late. And I can’t find the stupid folder with my divorce papers in it to look up my number to call and find out what’s going on. I’ve torn my frakking desk apart and no sign of it. I just looked that stuff up a month ago, where could I have put it down?
Max called today. He’s in Kirkuk but his girlfriend is still in Tikrit.
Mesa’s museums are free on the first Sunday of the month now, so we took Kira out and about. We had a really good day. Casey’s growing his hair out for the first time since he was 12.
Ginnie backed into a rental car tonight. The business was closed so I made her go back up there and leave a note with her information. She says she couldn’t find a crack around the door to slide it in and didn’t want to just leave it out in the open. It’s just a mark on the fender, so I suggested she go by after school tomorrow.
Not much else going on. Biding my time.













