My fellow Americans (Californians)
Thank you
Oh dear sweet bacon
Thank you
After VP’s were picked I was really worried, but you , oh sweet you, did not fall for the dumb milf.
America
Fuck yeah

-Kiki (I’m gonna be really pissed if I wake up tomorrow and this is no longer true)

SO once again they’ve changed their minds, my father doesn’t have ms its the low threat level Parkinson’s. Also my father was referred back to a doctor he had seen a bout maybe 5 or so years ago (maybe more maybe less). He does still have polio (for the longest time he just had post polio syndrome but last few years its just been good old polio) but his doctor was confused when looking over his chart. ALL OF HIS OTHER DOCTORS FAILED TO LOOK AT HIS CT SCAN AND ALSO FAILED TO NOTICE THAT HE HAD MAJOR HEAD/NERVE/BRAIN SURGERY BACK IN THE DAY.
I’m gonna go pound my head against a wall for a few moments…excuse me.
………
OK, see he had a cluster of nerves removed from the back of his head because they done be fuck’d up.
But because of this occasionally things in his brain misfire. Now I don’t mean like he forgets how to breath or something silly like that more like he’ll be walking one way and suddenly one leg will just shoot out the other way. This is what made them think he had MS, but thankfully no they were wrong. This would have been good to know before money was spent on medications tho…damn it.

Peace out! (I meant to write more posts these past few weeks but I’ve been busy and I can’t find my camera /cry)

I have moved twice this year.
My husband lost his job, we both gained two jobs.
My new lovely city is giant and has a fucking river going threw the middle of it.
I get to see my sister, niece, and a lovely bunch of people everyday.
I am sadly always tired.
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My sister was kind enough to offer use two jobs, manage her retirement home and also work at her pizza place. So I cook a lot…almost every day, two meals for the tenants and then pizza’s out the arse.
Luckily I don’t work both everyday, some half days and at least one full day off every week.
In all rights getting paid plus free room and board is a kick ass deal. Plus all the free pizza I can make.
Did I mention I have cable? FLIPPING FUCK CABLE I MISSED YOU. Sure nothing is ever on but …
now there is more of the nothing and that’s awesome.

I was gonna post pictures but I just finally got my routine set so I haven’t had a lot of time before hand. I’ll either start posted a lot more or just drop off the face of the interwebs again for awhile.
Not that I have anything all that grand to write about…

I meant to write a post back in oh… February, I moved into a lovely little apartment.
I enjoy the neighbor hood, the people (lack there of really), and the view.
However some things have happened. I might be moving again, really life is up in the air right now. So…
until things become a little less frantic I’ve decided to hold off on posting.
That is all for now.

Looking at my old blog post (my gods I’m dull) I realized that I never made a post stating that my parents had gotten back together.
But in other unrelated news.
Wonder Woman has a new writer, Gail Simone. Apparently some people are making a big deal about a woman writing for a female character. I myself find this rather moot since wonder woman was created by a man. However Gail is a wonderful writer (or at least what I’ve read that she’s had a hand in was good) so this is still a good thing for the Wonder Woman comic series. Bad thing being that I haven’t bought a comic … in months.

Also Happy year of the rat.

When I ran downstairs to get the mail today I assumed it would be full of the usual junk.
Sale ads, credit card offers, and those have you seen me things.
Yet today there was an added bonus.
A small white envelope with a hand written address…to me.
Akasha, Dmet, and Ellen had sent me a holiday card.
All the way from the Netherlands.
Thank you for bringing a smile to my husband and I.

Peace.

My days of counting cars are over. No more will you see me on the corners of Northern California in my hobo gear and bright green canvas chair. Regrettably this means that once again I need to look for work. I’m thinking something indoors for this time around.
Peace out.

Kiki has found work.
Work she is over paid for as a trained monkey could do it.
ahh such it the american dream.
(I count cars all day like literally I stand on a corner with a computer with buttons, and hit a button when a car goes a certain way.)

My father apparently has multiple sclerosis and not Parkinson.
I’m not sure if thats any better.
If he can laugh at it tho, guess I can too.