Scarlett, Rhett, Ashley & The Stones

Short and sweet. Had Scarlett O’Hara listened to the Stones sing about not always getting what you want, but what you need, she never would have lost Rhett. She, Rhett, Wade, Ella and Bonnie would have made a prosperous homestead in rebuilt Atlanta, or on Tara. Maybe Bonnie’s ass wouldn’t have fallen off that horse. Mammy could have opened up a bakery or something. But instead, Scarlett did all of the wrong things and now has to bust her ass tomorrow, because tomorrow is another day. Only she does’nt know it’s going to take her like a million tomorrows to undo her shit.

Never doubt the raw genius of the Stones, and never be dumb enough to pass up a man named Rhett for a guy named Ashley.

Fidell dee dee.

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Not Guilty

I am back from my writers block! My vacation was postponed so I can’t regal you with stories from the great scrub-down of ’10 just yet. I worried for a bit that my kinder and gentler state of mind might impede on my writing and The Bucket would be Bebe-less due to clear thinking and rational behavior. Not to worry though. Yes, I have been feeling good and I have my health issues on track, but I still completely maintain a certain amount of absurdity that hopefully still comes out and touches people’s hearts here on the Bucket.

Anyway, in the past few days it’s been made abundantly clear to me that I am quite big on accountability and how it shape people’s lives. My mom was married for a lot of years to a pretty simple fellow who was, and most likely still is, a raging alcoholic with a dependency on his mother that was none to healthy for anyone involved in his world. He made countless mistakes in the course of our life and created a lot of long-lasting havoc for members of my family who are still struggling in their own ways today. He has never admitted to any wrong doing, and confronting him about anything is a fruitless and frustrating task.

After my mom finally divorced him and created a far better life for herself, I still maintained a certain allegiance to him. I don’t know if it was misguided loyalty, pity, compassion, or habit. But I did.  His final blow to the family is when he stole my sister’s identity, more or less, and ruined her finances for quite a while. His mother bailed him out of trouble, and both denied any wrong doing at all. That was the final straw for me. He no longer deserved anything by way of me, and I no longer felt the obligation to maintain a relationship.  I haven’t talked to nor seen him in years, and I am okay with that. What I am not okay with is that he is so far gone and so up his mother’s ass that neither one of them will ever realize or care that I am gone. I am sure that it is all my fault, and my mothers, of course. I will not be respected in any kind of way, and most of all I will have to live for the rest of my life knowing I told them how wrong they did us, and they don’t get it. It’s not even that they don’t care. They honestly don’t have it in them to have any accountability at all.  I can tell you for a fact that in my experience, not being able to vent your guts out to someone at all is far better than venting your guts out and being met with complete ignorance.

I can say I made my peace and spoke my mind and moved on. And I have. But that’s me. I have fine tuned my ability to weather a storm and for that I am quite proud. But for others, it’s not always that easy. My stepson has gone through hell and back with his mother. She has a lot of problems and she has made a tremendous amount of mistakes and she has openly stated she has no idea why her kids hate her. She really and truly doesn’t know. I think that is part of her sickness and I try to show compassion for her overall. But my stepson is 18 years old now and has already stated how much he wished that she would just state the obvious. She fucked up. She is sorry. But no. Instead he has to deal with making peace with her and himself. That’s a lot to ask a kid, and I am whole-heartedly sorry that he has to make that decision.

Yes, I know adversity should make the average person strong, and a strong person stronger. Yes, the lessons we learn in life shape who we are. Obladi, oblada and all of that noise. But really, the satisfaction of hearing someone say “I did this. I am sorry.” makes up for all of the therapy, booze, antipsychotics and ice cream in the world.

In the end, consequences are always paid out. The old drunk husband has no family to really speak of and can’t function on his own. The grandmother is no longer a grandmother to a couple of kids, and is a great-grandmother to no one. The stepson’s mother will have a lifetime of only getting a fraction of  love and acceptance with an insurmountable amount of pity from her son. Will they ever realize this? 

Most likely not.

Lucky them.

-Bebe

Going Down?

“When you visit your family, of course your buttons will be pushed.  You’re visiting the button installers.”
-Thank you again for inspiration…the always insightful Cecily.

Kung Fu Kinda Night

“You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”

…Sitting at my computer, feeling a wee lost and lonely, the house quiet while my little family sleeps earlier than usual and I’m up buzzed from a beer and redecorating out of boredom…Kung Fu Comes Through.

Maya, you a smart lady

You knew what you knew how to do. When you knew better, you did better. -Maya Angelou

I love how when you are open to them, synchronicities are everywhere.

-Lulu

Baby CeCe Deville

When singing along with the music that is playing at a store or in public in general, be sure to take note of the lyrics before you sing them out loud to your tiny baby.

That being said “Talk Dirty To Me”  by Poison is probably not a safe choice.

-Lulu

Somewhere a Mosque

Bebe and I have this saying, visual even, we use whenever we get a little too petty.  A little too catty to our fellow man, or wo-man to be more specific.

We like to assume that, as the plot in that shitty Aston Kutcher movie “The Butterfly Effect” suggests, any hateful energy we give off here to people is blowing up mosques somewhere overseas.

We are doing our part to stop the war, fellow Americans, have no fear.

However, I can’t help it if a few car bombs go off because some lady cuts me off in traffic and flips ME off while her kid is jumping around the backseat freely like he’s on a mini-trampoline at Gymboree. Or if a fellow mom makes me feel like a bad mother because my kid isn’t already crocheting the alphabet onto baby blankets while reciting the Gettysburg Address.  Or even if two random people on the street ask me how far along I am 5 months after giving birth while I’m trying to enjoy some ice cream.

So I apologize in advance but a few buildings are going to get blown up from my outbursts here.  I can only do so much.  Help me help you.

That being said, whether you have one of those “Support Our Troops” magnet ribbons plastered on the trunk of your Corsica or not, choose your words carefully when approaching me holding an ice cream cone.

You have a lot of people’s lives at stake.  Most importantly, your own.

-Lulu

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