July 20th, 2009

Sandra Bullock

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Talk about me being brain dead, terrified and blah at the same time.

Taz (Tristan) is coming over again, so I need to make it an early night before the brat starts to bang against the door at OMG-in-the-morning while my dad just went back to bed. I'm pretty damn sure that I'll have put the kid in time-out before one hour has passed. You don't mess with me before I've had my caffeine, thank you. Of course the time-out won't work. Big duh there. The kid will threaten to call the cops AND his dad on me and then prance off. Hilarious. Really. When he's gone out of the door, me and my mom just burst out in laughter. We try soooo hard not to, but we fail miserably. What else can you do?

Wish I could just rock him into a sleep like I used to do. With using a metronome for rhythm on top of everything else! Really. Of course my sister gave me a really strange look after she caught me in the act. But it WORKED. HAH!

And uh, that's it.
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Sandra Bullock

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Frank McCourt dies at 78.

I knew this was coming, but didn't expect it to be that soon. He was the first writer that I practically revered. I don't know how to describe how I'm feeling right now.

“When I look back on my childhood, I wonder how I survived at all. It was, of course, a miserable childhood: The happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood. People everywhere brag and whimper about the woes of their early years, but nothing can compare with the Irish version: the poverty; the shiftless loquacious alcoholic father; the pious defeated mother moaning by the fire; pompous priests; bullying schoolmasters; the English and all the terrible things they did to us for 800 long years.”

Fuck, this is not happening. RIP, Mr McCourt.
Sandra Bullock

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"I want my mommy." That is how Taz greeted us this morning, all bleary eyed and definitely not spazzing out. He's slept until noon and it looks like he might fall asleep again. I have no idea how this is even possible, except that I really, really like it. So far, so good.

Planning to waste the day with playing computer games, if I can. Would need to go out and get cigs for tomorrow, since tomorrow is a national holiday.

And I really like Taz as a name now.
Sandra Bullock

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Can this day be over already, please? I lost €20 belonging to my mom, replaced it (of course) and went to do an important shopping trip for my mom in five minutes, because that was all the time the old man had. Tristan keeps peeing his pants despite being old enough to go to the bathroom by himself. He's done it before on his own for a year, so what the fuck is the problem? His half sister gave him a movie to watch which has SEX in it. Way to go, Jana.

I half expected my parents to blow up at me for losing the money, but they both took it in stride.

And I just told some guy who complained about my mom's dirty part of the street to go fuck himself. The boardwalk is my mom's job, not the garbage on the fucking street. That is the community's job. See what my mood is like right now? My mom is such a heel and cleaned it up within minutes.

I don't know. This day started out well, now it's just me being a grumpy mess. And I should really stop grinding my goddamn teeth.
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Sandra Bullock

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I was browsing through my grandmother's boxes, full of old photographs, and I came across my grandfather's ID's, as well as pictures taken of him during WWII, which seem to have been taken in a camp somewhere.

But the worst picture I've found? Is of a woman in a nazi outfit, possibly a cousin of my grandmother. Mom had no information about her, except that 'the family doesn't acknowledge her'.

Finding such a picture makes you think, especially when you know that your grandfather was imprisoned by the Germans as a soldier during that war. This is one of those times where I wish that pictures just told you more, especially after there's no one left to tell you those stories. My mother doesn't know, my grandmother or anyone else who might have known for a fact, are dead. So, what is the story behind this photograph? I wish I bloody well knew, because even if all those years have passed and I never had to deal with any of it, I feel ... offended?