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OT - whack-a-troll

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What can I say? I've been inspired by the latest troll. Let's get some Out There suggestions for the next troll.

Trolls should be encouraged to:
...Read skid's diaries. Out loud. On the local radio.
...Tell the BM that the troll is in charge and BM will follow troll's orders.
...Tell the BOTH the bioparents that they have NO idea how to raise children so the troll will lay down the rules.

Thankful it's over for another year

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I made it through Christmas with the help of my buddy, Di Saronno.

DH and I were up late Christmas Eve cleaning house and cooking. The skids were due to arrive Christmas day at 1pm, so our plan was to get up at 9am, finish cleaning/cooking, and get a shower.

BioHo called at 10am to...find out what time the skids were supposed to get there. WTF?!?!?!?!?! EVERY SINGLE ONE of those shi'theads were told ONE FREAKING PM. Annoyed the living FiretrUCK out of me. So.....

I was bad.

I'm ready for it to be December 26th

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I just want Christmas to be OVER. We didn't put up any decorations this year. DH has been working overtime 3 out of 4 weekends every month. He's exhausted. I'm still in PT for my shoulder (surgery). I'm tired and sore. Both of us got sick last weekend and are still not 100%. This skids and my MIL are all coming over Christmas day. We're having food. We have PLENTY of Christmas presents for the skids to open. Is that good enough? Apparently NOT.

PigPen13 whined to BioHo that Daddeeeeee "cancelled Christmas". Huh?? Just because we didn't put up a facking TREE?? So BioHo calls DH.

OT - the evils of Ouija

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Echo, you asked for it.

Incident #1 - 38 years ago
My oldest sister used to have a Ouija board. Since she and my other sister (also older) used to cheat on the Mystery Date game so I always got The Dud, I figured they were cheating with the Ouija, moving the planchette themselves, to make it say what they wanted. So...one night when they and my brothers were out, I got out the Ouija board and tried it out. The planchette moved all by itself and spelled out D-I-E. The next day, my parents rushed me to the ER where my appendix burst and they barely got it out in time.

completely disengaging

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After this past weekend I am completely disengaging. I'm 2 weeks post-op, still in a lot of pain. We had the skids. Saturday, we go to the grocery store for some dinner things. PigPen goes with. This is the shi'thead who is "allergic to all veggies except French fries". DH got chicken fingers and deli fries for PrincASS and PigPen and a roast chicken for us (cuz obviously roast chicken is poison to skids and if 2 out of 3 items aren't fried, they will die). He told PipPen to pick out a veggie. PigPen got corn.

Back from vacation; surgery in 13 days

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I'm baaaaaack! Vacation was absolutely FABULOUS!! Fisherman's Wharf, Golden Gate Bridge, Yosemite (wow!!!), Lake Tahoe, Salt Lake in Utah, Devils Tower, Mount Rushmore... Not to forget the wine tasting. All of that wine... We got out of CA with 3 CASES of wine. I'm so tired of tasting wine, not sure when I'll be able to drink another glass. Came home to the surgery packet from the doctor...and promptly freaked out because my EKG was abnormal and (according to my sister) scared I'm going to die on the operating table. (That means part of your heart could be blocked!

oh FFS

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PigPen (who is not DH's son) is not happy at BioHo's house. Well...sorry and too bad. It's not like PigPen can move in with DH (and me). Then is NO way in Hades 'Ho is about to pay CS to DH!!! I need a drink.

O/T: imagining a band called BioHo and the Skids... what would yours be like?

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BioHo and the Skids. Hmmm...

BioHo (thinking worse than a drunk Courtney Love from Hole): I'm picturing a drunk, badly bleach blonde, lipstick-smeared, dressed in a barely-there ripped mini dress that's about to split from squeezing her busted can o' biscuits (that's a muffin top gone wild), staggering around on her chunky high-heeled sandals (cuz nothing that size can balance on stilettos), singing into a wine bottle that she thinks is a microphone as she has forgotten she's wearing a headset mike.

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