I got this at work today it was addressed to someone other than me so i'm not sure how i got it...

subject: Das kann umoeglich sein -Leserbrief-

"Am 3. Dezember wurde mein Sohn gegen 18 Uhr in der Innenstadt von einer Gruppe tuerkisher Jugendlicher angepoebelt und schliesslich von einem der Jugendlichen zusammengeschlagen. Obwohl mein Sohn den Schlaeger auf eine erst keurzlich bei ihm durchgefuehrte schere uebersehen ist, bekam er einen Faustschlag mitten ins Geischt. Nach ambulanter Versorgung im Krankenhuas, fuhr ich anschliessend mit meinem Sohn zur Wuelfrather Polizeiwache um Anzeige zu erstatten. Dort aber mussten wir feststellen, dass der wachhabende Beamte sich Gedanken darum machte, ob mein Sohn eventuell einer rechtsradikalen Gesinnung nachhaengt. Den Verdacth hierfuer begruendete er mit den sehr kurzen Haaren meines Sohnes, die ihm nach einer Chemotherapie ausgefallen waren. Weder ich noch mein Sohn sind Anhaenger einer rechtsradikalen Gesinnung. Es kann unmoeglich sein, dass man sich noch dafuer rechtfertigen muss, von!
wem auch immer verpruegelt worden zu sein.

Kommentar des Sober Autors:
So sieht es in unserem Deutschland aus. Die Bullen sind nur bezahlte Geldeintreiber (DIE DU AUCH NOCH BEZAHLST VON DEINEN STEUERN,,...)!
Wenn man die Taeter schnappt, wird sich dein Sohn wohl entschuldigen muessen, weil er sich nicht hat tot schlagen lassen!

Klingt zwar etwas Zynisch, aber Kanacken duerfen das in Deutschland!

In diessem Sinne"


Now understand, I do not speak German, I read very, very little German, and have never heard of the person who supposedly sent it to someone who shouldn't have been me. the to was to something like 3dantje@(myworkplaceblablabla)

Weiiiiiiird.

Going through one of those language junkety thingerbobbers results in something about right-wing extremists, chemotherapy, and something about taxes.

Meh. Made for an interesting afternoon.

It is interesting to note that Beatles songs are a sure way to put my son to sleep.

Main offenders:

Here Comes the Sun
You Never Give Me Your Money
Dear Prudence
Yesterday
Rocky Raccoon.

He finds it soothing or something. He is currently asleep in my lap. He is almost getting too big to cuddle in my lap like this... I'm soaking it up for what it's worth. There is something about a sleeping child that gives me a peaceful feeling. Which is exactly what I needed after a yucky work day.

Also a little almost-4-yr-old boy's snore is pretty funny.

Another wonderful thing about K: spontaneous hugs and "I love you"s.

Also interesting to note, C prefers the crooning of Leonard Cohen when she is feeling sleepy. In particular, the song Suzanne.

Ok time to put the big lug in his bed.

ray charles you show em up there in the afterlife who's boss

K had junior kindergarten orientation today.

how old do i feel? my baby boy is starting schoooool in september! *sniffle*

so sad...

though i suppose in a way he hasn't really been around for a long while... the disease he had saw to it that he wasn't. :/

i realize that the presidential brush people have been painting him with is a little well, skewed. we painted trudeau with a similar brush when he expired.

i think it was more or less the realization that he dealt with alzheimer's for that long before going.

what's really sad (but not in the boohoo way) is that when the current leaders of our countries die, they too will have the nicey nicey paint job.

i think maybe that's why i hate funerals. nobody tells it like it is. i didn't go to my mother's father's funeral for just that reason, i couldn't have handled the hypocrasy that absolutely did occur. "what a nice man, salt of the earth, etc etc"

anyhow i'm starting to digress so i'll stop.

Dear Meatball,

pls to send me yr email address as I lost all my info in a weird bug.

xoxo

Gidget

...your son singing ween's "push th'little daisies" as you are getting him ready for bed.

it comes out like "pushaleelodizziesanmakacaba". i couldn't make out what he was trying to say at first until C chimed in with the chorus.


i love my kids. :)

Tonight was C's first game. It was a lot of fun and the kids are too too funny. No such thing as positions; just a giant swarm around the ball with a few trailing behind. Like bees or something.

Might have some issues with a couple aggressive kids; might have bigger issues with aggressive parents. Hrmmm.

The head coach R is a good guy and knows his stuff. I am very relieved.

Ook. Now I'm tired.

Tomorrow is a visit to Storybook Gardens with C's class. I was going to bring K too but I need to keep my wits about me so I don't lose anyone else's child. We'll go as a family later on in the summer I think.

I should really be cancelling out all together because I still feel like a huge brick is on my chest and I tire out easily... but they would be short on parents and that just isn't cool

o well

Now I'm off to go see if I can con someone into going to sky to get the spiroc blade (that will only make sense to like, three of you)

laters

So it's been pouring, I mean just buckets and buckets of rain all day...

so at around 5:45 I started calling parents to let them know I cancelled practice, even though it was clear out then it was damp and cold and I didn't want the kids to get sick...

the convenor and other coach both agreed to this.

but all the other teams decided to go ahead.

so now i feel stupid, but the convenor said if anyone gave me flack i should ask them if they are so gung-ho about it why aren't THEY coaching

still i feel really grrr.

none of the parents seemed to mind though when i called them and quite a few seemed relieved...

i don't know. bah. i was conned into doing this in the first place. i've never coached before. i have no idea what i'm doing. the other coach wasn't even going to be there tonight.

fuckit.

*sigh*

http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=05282004

http://pillpaks.com/

those are so cute!

So I spent Thursday in a sort of feverish delirium and managed to watch parts of:

• magnolia


• the green mile


• the shawshank redemption


• lost in translation

in between all the sleeping due to meds. I am feeling a lot better, I think. (I keep telling myself this so I don't have to call in for Monday).

SO however is feeling not so hot and I'm hopingprayinghopingpraying he doesn't get what I have. The kids are in fine form aside from K having the sniffles but then he's had those for a week now (checked in w/doc, said no not pneumonia just a summer cold).

My in-laws have been a tremendous help in taking the kids over to their house while I get some rest. Today my father in law is taking the kids to see Shrek 2. I am hella envious, but will console myself with Pirates of the Carribean.

Mmmmm Johnny Depp...

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...where was I again? Oh yes. Movies and more movies have made up my conscious moments the past couple of days. Also I was foolish enough to go out and weed my garden yesterday morning thinking I was feeling a lot better (but also because my motehr insisted I should, sickness aside, she always thinks I'm well even when I'm really sick. Remind me to tell you the story about the emergency appendectomy to prove my point). So I came in after weeding and planting some impatiens & cosmos out front and had to lie down for a full hour because my body was weak and it was hard to breathe again. Stupid, stupid girl.

My croissants are almost ready so I shall draw this entry to a close. Thanks for stopping by.

i stayed home. am still home. we will see if i go back on monday.

http://www.illwillpress.com/fatkins.html

ahahahaa. that's so precious.

had an anxiety attack today at work which was the climax of feeling unwell to begin with. nurse took me home, shawn took me to hospital. i'm only just home now. i missed C's first soccer game. i am pissed. off.

the attack was bad enough for them to be concerned i'd had a heart attack. monitors, ecgs, bloodwork, and x-rays all pointed out that my ticker is just fine boss, it's my lungs that are ready to die on me. white blood cell count through the roof, enough for the doctor to go "and you white blood cells are...WHOAH! ok you are really sick. stay home. I MEAN IT."

so she wrote me a note.

except.

my customs boss is out of the office tomorrow.

and there is nobody else to do it.

so the insane part of me is considering going in to work tomorrow.

but then i'd be infecting everyone.

and i had to type those last three sentences six times. so. woozy.

sorry to anyone i've posted comments to that seemed out of character for me. i'm not thinking too clear.

I feel like a bag of hell.

And tonight is first soccer practice. Guh.

My mom's operation has been confirmed for July 12th. I happen to have that week off work, so I am going to be going to her house and helping where I can. She's having what's left of her reproductive organs removed. She's going to be in a lot of pain.

I'm worried.

And I'm sick.


off to work I go now.