I asked a question in my posts today.  It was "By what age should a child be fully potty-trained?"  The question is based on my weekend.  No, I didn't revert to an infantile state.  It is my cousin.  To keep from writing a long winded post, I'll just simplify things.  He just turned 5 years old and he isn't potty-trained.  After his birthday party, he went up to his mother for a hug and he pissed on her.  WTF?  We went out for brunch on Sunday morning and he got out of his chair and stood and took a crap in his pants.  It's not that he can't or that he is different or what have you, it's his parents.  They are lazy as fuck.  They pawn him off on everyone so they can go around and lead their creepy lifestyle of Wii and puppetry at a Schwarmerei church (thank you Martin Luther).  Anyway, they also have one of my aunts living with them and she pays their bills and rent on a lakefront house.  They live off her pension and social security.  Basically she is the kid's mother.  It just pissed me off so much.  Oh and to make matters worse.  The father asked me dad to spot him some money because the party threw was quite expensive and he needed to make ends meet.  He asked on Saturday evening and when we went over Sunday morning to meet for breakfast, I noticed that they bought new games for their Wii; ganes which totaled the amount of money my dad gave them.  How do I know it was his money?  I just figure since they left the recepit next to the game system and it had been purchased that evening.  There is just so much more that I could write about but I don't want to aggrivate things and they are family so I am obligated to love them.  I couldn't keep it bottled up any longer.  It exploded tonight when my mom took me out for ribs.  They came in a big metal bucket and were all you can eat, all for the low price of $10.  Ribs make me happy.

Here's your weekly dose of motivation:

Well I hope you are now motivated.  I actually am cooling off.  My blood pressure rises when I think of what my cousins are doing to their child and their mother, my aunt. 

40 years ago...I am somewhat anxious to see that movie about Woodstock.

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