Celebrate International Disturbed People's Day

alright. i would have to say that the whole International Disturbed People’s Day is a brilliant idea.

let us have our moment…

my neighbours are all convinced that I’m Disturbed.
At least all the ones within yelling range of my home :(

OMG! ADD Boy and his P.E. clothes.
DIY girl and her room
McSmarty and take you pick….

I bought him two sets. One to keep in his back pack and one to keep in his empty locker( because he has all of his school work in his back pack because he forgets EVERYTHING at school) He had them on Monday, and lost them and had to wear the “loaner” ones all week ( which is VERY embarrassing because he is a loner and the kids call him a loner when he wears them)So you think that would motivate him to look for them! BUT NOooOOo!!!!

His second pair were in the wash. His Dad ran a load( he is banned from laundry by the way for Bone dying my clothes till the do not fit and which also makes them wear out faster) so he could have clean “sweat wicking pants” Well he washed ADD boys top separately from the bottoms O. M. G. I find the shorts so I put it in the PE bag which he has lost the umpteenth deodorant, so I get one out of the bathroom. The only reason I found out about the Loner gym clothes is because he said he need the dance permission slip he gave me(never saw it) signed and I was looking in his back pack for it when I noticed the clothes missing. While doing mountains of wash over the weekend I had the shirt in my hand I asked him to put it with the shorts.

Sunday night I went to give him a kiss goodnight and his graph paper was not in his back pack so I went to just put it on top of his back pack. What did I see! His Dirty PE clothes that he had found, that I had asked him to look for( they were in the lost and found DUH!!) Next to them was the clean t-shirt that I asked him to put with the shorts in the bag! But NO Bag ! Just lost it!
Yelling yelling I was doing wash all weekend, why didn’t you put the dirty PE clothes in the hamper! Blah Blah! Why is the shirt on the floor! Screech Screech! Where is the other bag.

DIY girl came in. You woke me up during my nap so you could go on webkins and your room is still not clean! The other day you asked to walk the dog but you wound up staying at your friends house till 9pm I did not say you could!

McSmarty came in. You get up at 2pm in the afternoon and ask Duh what need to be done around the house OMG just look around everything!!

I’m sick and tired and I don’t get any help and you guys are making me nuts!!!!!!! YELL! SCREEM

ps Luz had come by Friday night and the two of us cleaned. She spent the night and we cleaned some more the next morning. My family just was poopheads the whole time.

and as we were walking up to the door there was this girl about his age sitting in corner outside behind the planter. I smiled at her and said “HI” :D She was trying to hid of course.
Her Mom and was inside and she had the door open so she could keep one eye on her so she could not “take off” I tried to get ADD boy to show her this cool video we just took of these ants crawling past the curb we parked in front of. It was the street address with a beach scene with a pier and palm trees. So the ants looked like they were talking a walk in this tiny beach. He did not want to. I asked the Mom if she wanted a Magazine? She said I could try :) I found one with Orlando Bloom on the front. I took it to her but she did not want it so I just left it on the ground in front of her.
She had written all over her arms. I told the Mom that DIY girl does that and it’s no biggie cause she is very washable. ;) She is my lil’ tagger. The Mom said maybe if she started to write on her arms the daughter would stop. I told her she was probably right! LOL! Today was her first visit. The Mom was SO stressed out :( She was thinking of quiting her job. The other Mom in the waiting room said that was what she did, when here daughter was that age. She is now 18 and a delight. But just a few years back she said she would cry over the things she was doing. I said maybe quiting her job for a while not be a bad idea.
I told her that We have been going there for a while as had the other Mom. I told her how I see these kids wear t-shirts that say Suicidal Tendencies on them to their appt. cause they think they are soo “disturbed” HA I’m like, “Hey cool Band I used to go see them at the Nest back in ‘81.” Their jaw just drops when they hear this from some kids Mom in the waiting room !! Wahahahaaa. They start chatting with me. It’s pretty funny.

I can find something to talk about to anyone anywhere.

...she’s smiling. There should be more of this, look where being un-disturbed has got the world. I treasure my disturbances.

in sharing my Disturbedness with people who think that they are ‘normal’ but they are the one who really are messed up.
I find that I’m one of the most well adjusted people I know, considering how I was raised.

I just can’t seem to convince others of this fact for some reason?

I should be Disturbed and Upset at the way many people are not open, honest, caring, to themselves and others around them. It is a much better way to live :)

This day is disturbing my gathering of Karma. I mean I had just about reached enough to ensure that I would come back as a minor god. Then this disturbing day and I lost it. How dare you disturb the disturbed.
I called 441 and asked for god’s number
but s/he was unlisted
I was told that there was an alternative
There were a lot of people claiming to be his/her exclusive agent
All I had to do was sign over my soul and bank account

So I did and now I am really disturbed
because I was turned down
for lack of sincerity

Me not sincere
OMg

and I’m internationally disturbed.

I’ve been disturbed in both England and America, and it’s great!

Wibble.

Did I miss it? I was terribly busy doing my hair… I hope that I did not forget to remember such a day!

of the truly nutty ;)

In the words of Pink Floyd this goal is “strangely strange but oddly normal”. I admit I am one of the great disturbed, special, no doubt… One of my things (amongst many) is that I do talk to myself but as someone pointed out the other day, talking to yourself is classed as dyslexic but it’s shouting at yourself that suggests madness ;)