November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Brain Tumor History And Other Rants
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Monday, October 03, 2005
10/2/05
Go back to 8/15/05 then read this....
Tear the roof off the sucker….. family parties…. And how to spice them up. It turned out to be one of those weekends drama lovers hang in past the lyrics for intimate details of my history I am putting my side of the story out there for the record… why would I do that because I can here.
Tear The Roof Off The Sucker (Give Up The Funk)
Parliament
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round (x2)
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk (x2)
La, la, la, la, la
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, owww (x2)
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round (x2)
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk (x2)
La, la, la, la, la
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, owww (x2)
We're gonna turn this mother out (x2)
You've got a real type of thing going down, gettin' down
There's a whole lot of rhythm going round (x2)
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk (x2
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
We gotta have that funk
Ow, we want the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (we're gonna turn this mother out)
We gotta have that funk (x2)
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk (let us in we'll tear this mother out)
We gotta have that funk (x2)
Ow, we want the funk
Give up the funk
Ow, we need the funk
EMINEM LYRICS"Cleanin Out My Closet"Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstratedagainst, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of themotherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in theevening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me butthey'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...[CHORUS]I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'mcleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, Inever meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown meinside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had amulti-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot fathermust have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and Icouldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make itwork with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'mman enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartestshit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shotKim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...[CHORUS]Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who youthink this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin'your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin'through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim ofMunchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grewup, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you madethat Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, yourgettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonnaknow that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, butyou'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won'tadmit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dareyou try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn inhell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guesswhat, I am dead, dead to you as can be...[CHORUS]
Part one we will start with the most recent and work back and skip around.
This past weekend Saturday we went to Heather’s nieces first birthday, it was a nice day tons of food, good family, everything went great. OK the yang to that ying would be the baptism of my nephew on Sunday. We go to the church get the baptism part over and there are all these people I never saw before (more on that in a minute). Well we then move to the VFW where for a month my father who helped 1. Went to war to defend our freedom and that’s how he’s a member 2. Helped build the building from the ground up 3. most recently re-painted the main hall and co-coordinated a complete facelift. I come to find out that the people that I didn’t ever recognize, were my brother-in-laws family that doesn’t come around much because they don’t like my sister (keep that fact in mind for use later). So in the beginning the caterer is doing their thing setting up food tray’s. Then I am eavesdropping because my sister and her husband want to think they are at the manor in West Orange when in fact they just used my father to get off on the cheap via my father.
So the big problem is the bucket the beer is kept in, answer me this do men that are watching a football game on a TV anyway care where they get their beer from? My sister is pissed about this fact yells to my brother in law to figure it out, and he replies that my father is simply down stairs only doing VFW stuff, anyone that knows my father knows he does 5 things at once (plus said work to revamp the hall). So at this I won’t listen to. So the only way I can describe the start was, imagine me being a pit bull sitting in a chair and I hate cats, and one walks through my yard. I jumped up and went up to him now exact quotes from here on get a little foggy, so I will lean on the side of the most graphic but maybe there were a few less f bomb’s but I don’t know either way. So if you don’t like arguments and cursing skip ahead, who doesn’t like this stuff? So I open this can of worms by saying how the hell can you say anything about what he is doing and what he has done to get this room together. So I follow him out the front door where the conversation gets heated quick. I believe I told him to f off or something. He replied well f you but the type not directly at me but the situation, but I won’t stop there, he wasn’t going to make a statement about my father and not be told to go to hell as an unappreciative person, this is one person you don’t disrespect in front of me. So back to the cursing. So we are on the front stairs all these people I don’t know are out there now. So I directly told him no F YOU, so he of course had to reply back F YOU so I got in his face and told him come on hit me do it, it will look great. Nothing happened I went down stairs to tell my father all about this crap. Turns out he is on the phone trying to get the ice machine fixed because it literally busted mid-morning, and remember the beer is supposed to be in silver chaffing dishes. The drama is basically over at this point, but I refused to go upstairs, just feeling I had disrespected him at his party not that either my sister or him would know anything about respect. She came down and I apologized to her. She said she had it with “this” family and don’t expect her for the holidays, hey none of us will miss you. Let me do a count for you, you pushed your husband’s family all away thus all the mysterious people I didn’t recognize, and they don’t want much of anything to do with you, your mother moved 2000 miles away, and we are here, looks like you will be doing some flying. We won’t miss you, staying alive is my hobby, sorry. My brother in law came down, but I really had nothing to say at this point, I know him and her disrespect my father equally. So the end of this is they went up had their party and I walked out the back door and left. I didn’t need people whispering about me I don’t think so. I gave an envelope which is all I was really good for. I hope you cash it for my nephew and not your selfish selves remember I am the broke one here. So my sister let’s not let her off the hook because her husband said he just can’t stand her bitching at him as he does everything, changes diapers, drives the other 2 kids around. Gee you should get a father of the year award because you take care of your kids. They are your kids that’s supposed to be what you do. It’s funny because men don’t complain when they are making babies. So if you turned down your invitation that was the first 20 minutes, it was then quiet until my brother in law had to help clean up the hall he cried then too. I was home relaxing boohoo for him.
There is a lot more history here but how much you want in one day. But lest you fear not I will unravel my version (yes I will acknowledge it’s my side of the story), time to switch up gears from my drama, to other fantastic family tales. Like the time she pulled the knife out of the chopping block threw it in the sink I lifted another knife, 2 inches out and let it drop back in the said chopping block, 4 cops in the house later, me on the front steps with 2 of them on the verge of literally arresting me luckily I had a witness, I also had 2 friends in the garage, waiting for me to return from upstairs.
The word of the day is Psycho, can you say it with me, psycho.
I wish my sister would let my father explain to the girls who keep asking why their grandmother moved 2000 miles away, and why they don’t see uncle Bob anymore.
But enough secrets for now more to come.
I will talk to my doctor on Thursday and hopefully know more then.
You are still here just for that I will reward you with my myspace link:
http://www.myspace.com/2122040
11:49 AM
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