Tis the sneezin

Ok, I hope this doesn't sound too ugly....BUT I would rather get a hug or a cute Christmas card with no money in it and a hearty "Merry Christmas", or "Happy Holidays", than some cheap coffee cup that I am never gonna use. I don't drink coffee and everyone I know who would even think of getting me something is aware of this fact. I guess it's the thought that counts? Next year, think a little harder.

Tiger Woods is a ho

Damn, I haven't blogged in a long time......I need to take a cue from Tenacious Peaches and blog at least once a day, but I'm gonna have to wait until January 1 - hey, that could be my New Year's resolution!!! I think I'll try it.

So what in the hell is up with Tiger? He ain't even that cute - but hey look at the skank ho's that he supposedly went horizontal with and go figure - a ho 'fo a ho!! If I was his wife, I would take all that summa na beetches money and move to my Swiss island with my half breed younguns!! He knows he brought home some crotch rot..yuck....

Bret Michaels we hardly knew ye

So I'm going to blog about my Bret Michaels concert experience. My sister and I went to Wild Adventures in Valdosta, GA to see him October 10. We had front row seats because seriously, what other kinds of seats are there at a freakin' concert?? Anyways, we get there early thinking we may get our fat asses on a few of the cheesy rides - well it's hot as Hades, then it rains...and gets hotter and more humid.

We start looking around the arena and find a couple of young girls who are nosing around like we are, wanting to find some action. We see an open door and head on in. It's the back of an area where you win all these over priced fair toys...but it's also got a fence that peers into the bus area. We stand for a minute chatting with these teeny boppers about how we want to dry hump Bret Michaels when lo and behold Big John walks by the fence. We scream and holler like it was the second coming of the Messiah. Big John just kind of waves us off like yeah, whateva. The fine upstanding Wild Adventure police men security guys look at us like we have just committed murder of the most heinous kind and tell us we aren't supposed to be back there. Really now? "But the door was open and there was no keep out sign..."

We decide we're gonna leave the park and go eat - we can get back in with our season pass - what rednecks - or have our hand stamped as we leave. We choose to have our hand stand cause we're rednecks.

So we leave and drive down a ways to the Japanese steak house - Mori. Not fancy, but certainly not where you would expect to meet the Beverly Hillbillies. I swear, it was a sight to see - two men, two women, and two beautiful children - we don't know who belonged to whom. Neither of the men sat beside the women....things that make you go hmmmm..

Have ya ever been to a Japanese steak house? They feed you tons of food - soup, salad, rice, vegetables, meat and some even give you sherbet for dessert!! Well Jethro had been to Mori before and didn't get full...now he was a big man, but let me tell you - this guy ordered two full dinners, plus an extra order of shrimp. Only 1 soup - no mushrooms please - only 1 salad - no dressing please - then 2 orders of rice, 2 orders of steak, 3 orders of shrimp, and two orders of vegetables - no mushrooms, please.

He ate every damn bit of it. Sis and I were floored....but it was a good time. Needless to say, sis and I only had 1 meal each.

We buy tshirts and laminated photos cause we're rednecks.

We then make our way to the front row. There we find this really obnoxious girl standing there with like 5th row seats talking to some other girls, thinking she's gonna stand there till the show starts then take her place in front. Hell to tha no - this crazy wench keeps going back to her seat,then coming back, then going back to her seat....she finally sits her big lard ass down, but not before I tell Sis I'm gonna kick me some non front row seat sitting ASS.

Then - Big John comes over the mic and says for everybody that doesn't have reserve seats to move down and fill in the seats cause they are filming a VH1 special. So actually they want to make it seem like it was sold out when it really was a bust....

Bret comes on and he is fine - yes fine - all 5 feet 8 160 pounds of him. Got pretty tattooed arms though. We scream and yell and raise our hands up hoping to get a touch of sweat - but he passes us by - he grabs hold of the hand to my right, skips me, skips Sis, then keeps grabbing hands on the way down the row. What, are we fat? Uh.....ugly? Sweaty? (yes) It was so damn hot I thought I was gonna pass freakin out.

He sings mostly Poison songs, which I know and can sing - thank goodness cause I know no Bret Michaels songs, except the line - "Please, let me be your Rock of Love." You would think the name of that song would be "Rock of Love", but I don't think it is.

The highlight is "Every Rose has it's Thorn." Oh my goodness gracious, wish I had my lighter with me - I must admit I know every stinking word, every sigh, every background vocal of that God awful power ballad - I really love that song - I'm just trying to write good funny stuff.

We were standing right in front of a speaker the whole night and my insides felt like they were going to vibrate right out of me before the night was one - I think I may have lost a kidney.....had one splitting ass headache as well.....

There are panties and bras throwed on the stage, it was hilarious. We finally do grab a hold of him and my Sis rubs her damn hand all up the man's leg - TWICE!!! I try to cop me a feel but I don't want the real Cops coming after me and throwing me out for indecent conduct. Sis don't care though, she getting her freak on big time - then the bass player comes over and shakes his sweaty long ass hair on me....yuck - I about upchucked my Hibachi chicken.

So after the one song encore, he signs the little laminated pictures, but on the other end of the stage, not ours.....we got plenty of good pics for Facebook though. We leave thinking we are really gonna get on the Rock of Love bus, ok? We are scoping out the scene and then realize that something's going on near the gate to the concert. Lo and behold it's the band members posing for pictures and signing autographs and whatever....you know we head our big butts right on over there and I see....I know I seee.....BRET MICHAELS signing autographs and posing for pictures. I'm poking Sis saying "There he is, there he is, there he is, right there" and she is saying "NO, that is not him." I'm like "Hell, yes it is" and I'm about to go to him in my sober redneck state and pose and scream and slather all over him when I realize........thankfully in time - it's Larry the imposter. Ah, God help Larry, he was working the crowd, signing autographs, posing for pictures, even had some really FAT chick rubbing his hair extensions down for him. He had the bandanna, and even the exact same jeans Bret was wearing during the show. Poseur.......what a geek.

So we got to meet all the band, Big John, who was the most awesomest 6'7" creature I have ever met and Mindy from Rock of Love Bus was there, I guess still pining for Bret....a good time

I have what?

Lichen simplex chronicus.....ain't that some shit - go figure.....hard to cure - almost impossible.....

Doctor Doctor give me the news....or maybe not

I drive almost an hour today to the dr. and he called in sick. They only had my home phone number and left a message but I didn't get it cause I was already ON THE WAY THERE!!!!! I about broke down. In fact, I did break down a little. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Hallelujah and amen

I finally made it through this week - I don't know how. I had a breakdown last night. I thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. The 12th is finally almost here and I go to the doctor to finally try and get some help for one of my problems. I am hoping the medicine I am taking will help my depression. I finally do now realize that I have serious mental health problems.

Help

It's all gravy now

I know one day soon I will be leaving this house. It's such a good feeling. I hope it helps some of my depression, and I believe it will. I hate living here so much because it is truly hell. But part of my problem is depression, which I believe is caused by low iron as well as my other medical problem. I do not want to do anything but sleep. All the time. I hate cleaning - I think I have OCD. What don't I have people?? It's almost funny - maybe I'm a hypochondriac, but I don't think so. Have a doctor's appt the 12th for the coochie problem. Hopefully can get some relief. Am seeing a therapist and my psychiatrist next week as well. My boss says my job is suffering because of my suffering (depression) that it's very obvious in my behavior and demeanor and my job is being affected negatively. I don't like my job but I have to have it. Maybe I don't like my job anymore because of the depression? I don't know anything anymore.

On a MORE more serious note

Depression is a dark and lonely place. I surely hope I make it out.

On a more serious note

So I've had this problem for years - it's a chronic, painful skin condition. But it's in the most unusual place.....yes, my coo-cha ha ha. I've had this for close to 15 years and been to so many doctors - it's been ridiculous. I've suffered so much and almost thought of suicide, the pain has been so bad. Today I happened to google Paget's disease of the breast/nipple because my aunt has this disease along with breast cancer. Well what do you know? There's also a Paget's disease of the vulva.....ok, that word may sound nasty to some - but dammit that's the nice way of saying CLITORIS Delores.....and a lot nicer word than cunt. So I think this may be what I have....I have to find a doctor to do another biopsy - I had one about a year ago and was diagnosed with something else. After the biopsy, if it turns out to be Paget's I will need surgery. The good thing is apparently if I do have this condition it doesn't mean I have the C word - cancer. I'm going to print the information out and take it to the doctor and see what I can get done. I've been through emotional, mental and verbal abuse and I think this pain is worse than all 3 put together. I hope this is the real solution. Would welcome any comments or suggestions

WATER........PLEASE.....

Do you just hate it when people buy plants and don't water them? Isn't that a little like getting a dog and not feeding it???

Rocker Chick from hell - trivia 9-26-09

Trivia Queen, thou name art Weezie

Ok, so my sis and a couple other chicks went to Name that Tune trivia Saturday night. It was 70's and 80's theme night - right up my damn alley!! Ross the trivia dude - who I have a secret love crush on - even though he don't swing my way - did lots of cool 80's rounds.......and guess who got first place! Us!! Our team name was the Go Go's - ok, kind of cheesy, but we still kicked some major ASS!!!! Do you know which 80's Best Picture Oscar winner also had it's theme song reach number one??? No cheating....I knew the answer dammit!!! hahahahhahahaaa trivia suckas!!! I rule!!!!! So I've decided I'm moving out in a couple weeks - got an appt with a lawyer Oct. 7 I think to draw up separation papers. I think that's the best thing for now - even though the boys don't give a crap, I am still their mother and I won't have them thinking I abandoned them if I leave, so gotta have something in writing.

Get the Camera Vern!!!

I'm a freakin' star - I have 2 followers now.....

Free at last?

Not yet but one day I will be. Rest assured. No one deserves this. I'm not perfect, and I'm glad I have my kids, but the kids are awful to me too most of the time, so why even bother? He's already ruined most of my life and he is already ruining theirs by making them just like him. I need to share my story.

sorry

So mad I couldn't even post. I hate this motherfucker I have been married to for almost 16 years with every fiber of my being. It's wrong to wish for someone to die, but I do almost every day. I should be ashamed, because if he died my boys would be really hurt by that, but I can't help it. I cry every day because I'm so miserable. I can't leave because I can't afford to live on my own. I won't leave these boys right now and be accused of abandonment. It's my own fault for owing so much money. Please God help me make it through this. I can only pray and hope I can stay here for a while longer until the boys get a little older. If you are reading my blog, please pray for me and pray that I no longer have to live a meaningless existence.

Payton or Peyon? who the hell cares

My GOD I love Peyton Manning.......

Blog Me Baby

OMG - I'm blogging.....thank you Kari - aka Tenacious Peaches - for your inspiration. You are my sister from another mister and I freakin' LOVE YOU!!!! I could never even wish to compare to your blog....it's hilarious and just damn out great!!! But blogging seemed like a good way to vent my pent up feelings of hatred, resentment and rage - kind of like a diary but online - a public diary for everyone to read...so here goes.

Hello everyone - I am Sonja - and my online name is Weezie. Thanks to Monica, a lifelong friend, who for some reason gave me the nickname of Louise Jefferson years ago.

Don't you just love the Jeffersons? Especially that catchy ass theme song.....

Well we're moving on up (movin' on up)
To the east side (movin' on up)
To a deluxe apartment in the sky
Movin' on up to the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie!!!!!

Oh Good Lawd - Georgie and Weezie cracked me up!! And Florence - the maid - classic.....

And while we're on the subject of classic tv shows.....who can forget

"What u talkin' 'bout Willis?"

I'm a classic 70's and 80's child - music, movies, tv......42 years old and just waiting.....on a friend (Rolling Stones...1981)