{"id":2020,"date":"2010-06-17T11:33:39","date_gmt":"2010-06-17T18:33:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2020"},"modified":"2010-06-17T11:33:39","modified_gmt":"2010-06-17T18:33:39","slug":"the-family-tree-just-got-bigger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2020","title":{"rendered":"The family tree just got bigger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>After work I like to curl up into a little ball on my bed and cry like a little bitch while rocking back and forth repeating, &#8216;i want my mommy&#8217;.\u00a0 Last night the girls wouldn&#8217;t allow me to do that because each one had something really important to tell me and kept bursting into the room.<br \/>\nNow, I&#8217;m not really sure if they got together and collaborated this prank, but they have been talking a lot quieter than normal.<br \/>\n&#8220;Whhhhaaat?&#8221; I keep asking them when they talk.<br \/>\nThey repeat what they said and I swear, they don&#8217;t increase the volume to which they are speaking&#8230;they just talk slower as if they they are talking to someone sitting there with drool coming out of their mouth and blinking rapidly.<br \/>\n&#8220;Don&#8217;t talk SLOWER, talk LOUDER!&#8221;\u00a0 One of those little shit mumbled something about &#8216;hearing aides&#8217; when walking out.<\/p>\n<p>Last night they wanted to go to the go-carts and race. My head hurt and I felt sick, but because Kara&#8217;s boyfriend is in town visiting, I thought I would pull it together.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t talk about Kara&#8217;s boyfriend because I will get shit for allowing her to have a boyfriend who lives 2,000 miles away and that she met on the internet. They have been together for about 2 years and try as I might to break them up, they have stayed together as if the stars and moon destined them to be together and all that soul mate mumbo-jumbo.\u00a0 Her relationship is stronger than my last marriage and who am I to point fingers and tell her she can&#8217;t date someone she met on the internet?<br \/>\nHe sold his car to come to California for new years and then again for her junior prom.\u00a0 He&#8217;s a good kid, but he&#8217;s scared of me, and for good reason&#8230;I will kill him if he hurts my daughter&#8230;and I might have said exactly that and some other choice words before I really knew him.\u00a0 He&#8217;s also scared of my boyfriend who threatened to send him home in Ziplock bag if he messed up.<\/p>\n<p>Kara insists that he&#8217;s funny, but because every time I walk into the room he wets himself a little bit, I have never seen this &#8216;funny side&#8217; of him.<br \/>\nThis visit, he&#8217;s getting a little more comfortable hanging out with me.<br \/>\nWe were in the car last night and Kara let him ride up front because she no longer has the fear that at any point, I might open the door and push him out. She was in the backseat with her sisters singing every song that was on the radio, OVER the singer.<br \/>\nI kept changing the channels hoping to find a song they didn&#8217;t know, but when I realized they are the human equivalent of a radio station music vault, I turned it off and to make a point I said loudly, &#8220;FINE! SING TO ME!&#8221;<br \/>\nPatrick in a broken, scared voice instantly started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.<\/p>\n<p>The little shithead actually made me laugh so hard I started to cry.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;ll fit in just fine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After work I like to curl up into a little ball on my bed and cry like a little bitch while rocking back and forth repeating, &#8216;i want my mommy&#8217;.\u00a0 Last night the girls wouldn&#8217;t allow me to do that because each one had something really important to tell me and kept bursting into the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2020","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2020","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2020"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2020\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2020"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2020"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2020"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}