Cheese With Your Whine?
3.26.2006
When "family" invades your blogSo, I get this nasty little comment on the picture I posted a few posts back about how things could always be worse. Just scroll down and you'll see it.
It was of course from Anon -
Cassy,You are totally disgusting and crude. I can't believe you would post that or take the time to find it!!
So I responded:
Anon - If I'm so disgusting and crude, why the hell did you spend 35 minutes and 26 seconds at my site, that you got to from my sister's blog and left by clicking next blog?This is my space and I don't care if you like it or not. You certainly didn't have to spend a half hour here, look at 8 pages and see that picture of Rylee in Times Square. You're not welcome here. Go away and don't come back
Oh, and I didn't find it. It was sent to me as a joke from someone who knows that I'm going through some seriously difficult times right now. It was funny, and a nice reminder that yes, things can always be worse. Gawd.
You've gotta love sitemeter that lets you see exactly who is here for how long and what they look at.
Anon then responded:
Well Cassy,I thought it might be cool to see my nieces and nephews by the way Rylee is a very cute baby girl. Sorry that you're going through tough times but you got yourself into the mess and you can certainly get out of it if you want to. I'm not meaning to be judgemental but excuses don't get you anywhere. I'm sure if you try you can get yourself out of the hard times. Maybe if you talked to dad and actually tried to have a relationship with him things might be better. I don't know the whole story but a relationship is a two way thing that doesn't have to always involve money. If you haven't figured it out yet it's your little sister Alissa. Didn't mean to offend you but you're not the person I thought you were.
My response:
Alyssa,
Do youself a favor and don't call yourself my sister. I have two of those who actually get what that means.
You have no idea what my life is like. You've never tried to find out either. I did NOT get myself into the hard times I'm having now. Again, talking out your ass about something you have no clue about.
Rylee is not a mess. This has nothing to do with her. You are so out of line it's not funny.
And no, you don't know what's going on with Dad, someone who has chosen not to see his grandkids for over a year, who walked out of my life when I was 12 and never would have come back. I had to find him.
BTW, if you're going to be a judgemental bitch, do it to my face, on the phone or in an email to ME, not bashing me on my blog, which I've never given to you or dad... for a reason. I don't want you here.Go away. Like forever.
Oh, and how old are you?? Oh yeah, that's right. You're a teenager. Read...someone who has no freaking clue, b/c you haven't seen a damn thing in life.
This person is my 15 year old half sister from my sperm donor's second marriage that ended a year or so ago. Someone who when she found out that I was pregnant tried to talk my ddad out of letting me come see them. And who said she would never have anything to do with my baby. As if I'd let her. Of course, being 15 and all wise, she is able to tell me what's what and how to go about living my life.
So, Alyssa, I thought I'd save you the trouble of having to go to the comments section to read my response. Fuck off. How's that for crude?
3.19.2006
I will never be with you
3.18.2006
Returning from hellIt has been a hell of a couple of weeks....I've been in a serious funk from all the shit that has happened, from the checking account to the computer, to it feeling like every little thing in my life is difficult. I'm tired of struggling just to exist.
BUT it is getting better. I'm not going to list all the negative, so here's the good that's happened lately.
1. I have awesome friends. One's hubby spent several hours trying to fix poor lappy, to no avail. It is fried. Another's GAVE (yes you read that right...gave) me a computer. Another's got all of my pictures and documents off of poor dead computer, so I didn't lose them for good. YAY!
2. We went to the zoo last weekend and had a blast with Katie and Krew. She's got pictures over there (katieskrew.blogspot.com) so check it out. **Blogger is being a bitch and won't let me link** See what I mean about little things being difficult? Anyway.....
And yes, I KNOW, that picture of me sucks. Squinty eyes, hair looking all crappy and shit, large white arms out there for all the world to see. But, dammit, that's a freaking adorable picture of my girl. Note the difference in our skin tone. Hers rocks. Thank you, sperm donor.3. Went to a Pampered Chef party at Ms. Dallas K's and won as the mystery hostess!! You should see all the stuff I'm getting! I've never won a damn thing in my life. I'm doing a happy dance.
4. Had a talk with the boss's boss about some things at work, and they should be improving. They are going to hire some more people so that I can actually get done what I need to and be an accountant, instead of having to do all of the crazy data entry stuff I've been having to do.
5. Work is relocating to 4 miles from my house. This is the reason I moved where I did, and that commute to our current location is wearing me thin. I can't wait. We'll be in there April 3. And we get off at noon on the 31st so they can move all our stuff. My help starts April 10. Woot!
6. I'm getting my hair did tomorrow. I cannot freaking wait. And guess what?? I got a check from selling a stroller at a consignment shop, and have sold my old kitchen table and chairs, so my hair will end up being free.
7. Got a cool new kitchen table given to me by Ms. Dallas K. She rocks.
8. Have a girl who is going to be 2 in less than a month. We're having a shindig at my place, with a bounce house and some other cool stuff. This will be the first time I've ever had a party at my house that did not involve copious amounts of alcohol (dont' worry there will be SOME) and where people did not come with the intention of getting laid at some point during or right after it. I'm kind of nervous about playing hostess. I've done Arbonne stuff at my place, but I get to be the boss then so it's easier. We'll see. If you come, no hating. Be nice.
Okay, this has turned really long and it was mostly for me anyway, so if you've read this far, I'm sorry.
3.15.2006
Allison, who are you?Rylee talks about Allison all the time. "Allison is funny." "Go to school. See Allison" Curious, I asked her teacher who Allison is. Maybe another student, or a new teacher.
Nope. There is no one at school named Allison. Never has been. Hmmm....Am I already entering the world of imaginary friends? Or does my kid have a guardian angel that only she can see? Goosebumps.
Pictures courtesy of our super cool Aunt Katie.
3.11.2006
Outright beggingI need a new template. I thought I had someone who was going to do one for me and she flaked.
SOOOO....who can make me a custom template? I know what I want it to look like. I just can't do it. I'm willing to pay something (a little something) because I know this stuff takes time and effort.
Help a sister out?
3.09.2006
Remind me again, please.....
Find oddball things to put in your blog.
| You Are Las Vegas |
 Wild and uninhibited, you enjoy all of life's vices. You're a total hedonist, especially with sex, gambling, and drinking. You shine brightly every night, but you do the ultimate walk of shame each morning. Famous Las Vegas residents: Wayne Newton, Howard Hughes, Penn & Teller, Siegfried & Roy |
This is obviously describing the pre-Rylee Cassy. But very accurate at that.
3.01.2006
It just keeps getting betterI've decided that I must have been one hell of a hooker ass bitch, or the leader of the KKK, or a mass murderer in a former life and that bad karma has followed me across time, death and space to royally fuck up my present life.
Yesterday I was looking at my checking account online and noticed some charges from goofy places that I've never been to/given my card info to. So, I called the bank and there are 4 charges from someone having used my card number online to buy shit.
Now, the only place I've been recently where that little mama was out of my posession for anyone to get the numbers off of was a restaurant over the weekend. So I'm thinking one of three things happened.
1 - That punk ass waiter wrote down the numbers
2 - The receipt had all of the numbers on it, instead of just the last four. I now for some reason can't find the damn thing.
3 - I have spyware on my now defunct computer and someone mined my card info off of it when I paid my electricity bill last month.
Now, they haven't spent lots of my money, but it's enough to have made a couple of checks bounce and make me totally out of money until payday, which thankfully is Friday.
Then my bank (which shall remain nameless) tells me that it could take up to a couple of weeks to get MY OWN MONEY back.
Fuckers.