The Circus is in Town/Flashback Friday

La Habra California, population 59,233...opps make that 59,250 with Octomom and posse of 16. Yes people, Octomom is moving to La Habra. I heard it, not once, not twice, but three times. We haven't heard news this big since the crowning of the Corn Queen at the La Habra's annual Corn Festival. Can you believe it? And it's ironic because the name of the street the clan will be living on is called Madonna Lane. You know, Madonna, mother of Jesus, the one who conceived immaculately. If this wasn't really happening, I truly wouldn't have believed it. I'm surprised the street wasn't named Angelina Lane near the cross street of "looney bin".

This quaint 2,500sq ft home with 4 bedroom and 3 baths sits cozily in a well groomed culdesac amongst NORMAL people with jobs and income and looked after children. Can I just say how happy we all are that this event will be happening on the other end of the city from me. Although, I can feel a ripple of excitement just thinking about running into the fam at the local Stater Bros or maybe me andOctomom will exchange glances in the neighborhood pharmacy. I'll be picking up allergy medication, she...she will be picking up her Thorazine Medication. I can see it now...tupperware parties, candleparties, botox parties. Anyways...How exciting for us La Habrians. A Celebrity, right here, practically in my backyard. I know....I'll send over a basket of muffins, oh wait, I better make it acouple of dozen.


Update: The clan still lives there, although at this time, Octomom hasn't paid the mortgage and is being threatened to be kicked out. Somehow, I don't believe it. All the commotion has died down regarding her 3 ring circus but her Dr. will be loosing his license.

Flashback Fridays/Backseat of a Caddy

Back when I was about, oh I don't know, maybe 9ish and my brother was 11ish, we were sitting in the back seat of my dads huge Condillac fighting. I don't know where we were going, but the whole family was in that car and we were going somewhere as a family and we were gonna have fun...damm it! That was usually the tone of our family outings. My brother was picking on me as usual and I was whining. I'm not a whiner in general, but I never defended myself either because I was afraid I'd get in trouble. He was poking me and pretend smacking my head and anything else just to annoy me. My dad driving, my mother shot gun
and two loud obnoxious kids in the back, probably in our family outing clothes on our way to some place where I'm sure me and my brother had to act decent to each other and be polite.

Well, in situations like this I usually would hear "stop that" or "knock it off" and the traditional, "don't make me turn this car around, cuz I will", nope, didn't hear that one either. What I heard was "well, hit him back",
Well, it was like telling me it was Christmas all over again. I now had a reason to hit my brother, a defense and better than that I was ordered to hit him. So, as told to the family in the ensuing years to come, I doubled up my fist, swung my arm back and belted him right in the stomach, in which he promptly started to cry and whine about how it wasn't fair because mom had told bunny to hit him and that if he had permission it would then be a fair fight....blah, blah, blah. I vaguely remember doing this and what I do remember is being scared after because I knew there was a payback coming. We continued to bicker and give each other the stink eye all the way to our destination, but If these two kids were mine I might have kicked them out of the car and floored it outta there or at least thought about doing it.



Update: I wrote this entry because at the time, there was a news report of a woman back east who was so upset with her children fighting in the car....she dropped them off on the curb and instructed them to find their way home. There was a lot of debate about it. I for one, never had this problem since my daughters are 15 years apart. I have two only children.
I'm just sayin"