Sometimes you just can't talk about it

Lord help me, so much has happened, yet not enough has happened. Also somethings you just rather forget.

Stinky struggled with school, it was just so difficult to get him to recognize that school requires participation. It's not just a social setting. We had to put him in summer school to move on to the next grade. This did not sit well with anyone.

I enrolled in a computer class and I've done well with it. In fact I plan to enroll as a part time to full time student. I can't say for certain how soon this will happen, but baby steps for me.

We repaired and painted the front porch, and since the drought was declared over, power washed the house. My lawn looks quite nice and Babymama's lawn still looks like crap, but hey she doesn't have to mow any longer, she has dramaqueen do it. Stinky is on friendly terms with him, but I still don't trust them.

Our new neighbors are quite nice. Their daughter calls me Mom, and spends a lot of time over here, that's fine with me, I don't mind much. Their dog scares the bejeebus out of me though. It's a boxer and it is very loud when one comes over. It looks like it wants to eat us. It's old and growls when it feels like it. Not the safest feeling if you ask me.

The new ones at Enabler's house are just as bad as the grandchildren. We've taken to calling the woman Jugs. Well she's got huge fake tits, skin like bad old leather, and just as dark. She spends her day on the front porch drinking and smoking. Seems to be her goal in life is to mooch off anyone she can. Her daughter is just as lazy and very much of an attention seeking brat. Let's say I've had some experiences with her, that made up my mind that they are definitely of the wrong ilk.

We had my friend from SC visit us for the 4th of July week. I have to say never again. It took her 7 years to come see us, and honestly if I knew what I do now, it should have been another 7 years for her to visit, then my son and house would be safer. It was not a good visit. The house still shudders at the thought of her girls. Stinky still sees red. I see red when I think about it. Perhaps in another month I can talk about it without getting angry.

I'm displeased with Neville and his father. I learned that his father is a very uptight jerk from his comments and lack of effort to try to be friendly. I'm disappointed with Neville's mother as I felt the comments made were not appropriate and there is a riff between us now, and that those words cannot be rescinded. Stinky doesn't want to see him. Not that I blame him.

Mom came for a 10 day visit. She left today. It was wonderful to see her, and it was a pleasant visit with her. We walked and talked, did a bit of shopping, mainly for food, and just had a wonderful time. Well I did. I hope she did too. She is in Manhattan now, spending time with Egg and his wife. Looking forward to the new baby. Me too. I made a baby quilt for them. I hope they like it and I certainly have fond wishes and positive thoughts for mom and baby. Now I wonder what they will name her.

Another toilet incident

The other day Stinky has been playing outside and Whinus has been out and about. Stinky has an understanding with the boy, and so how children are able to behave better than adults. Unfortunately, this also means that Whinus has not taken any clues about his need to use our powder room. It was dark and late, we had called Stinky back into the house. But there was an issue, Whinus needed to use the powder room. I was not happy. Honestly I was afraid of the kid using it as an excuse to get in the house again. Worry not. He came in went to the powder room, and spent over 12 minutes stinking it up to high heaven. What is with that kid? He's now 10, there is no earthly reason to assume otherwise that a child that age, recognizes when he needs to attend personal needs. Nor there a logical reason why he can not walk the 50 yards at most to his own home.

We were so disgusted by it. Goof knew it was going to be bad when he saw Whinus at the door. What is wrong with the people who live on that street? I've had Big Red blow up my powder room several times now, and Whinus can't seem to realize that his body is telling him to go attend issues until he's about to soil himself, and he still can't seem to get it in his head that it's more logical to head home when that time arises. Now we all know realistically if someone lives more than 2 minutes away and you've had to drive or bike over here, we aren't going to make them head home. Neville, who I've taken to calling Frick (yes he says that a lot, we made a song about it.) Lives about 2 miles away, so naturally if nature calls he's going to use our toilet. We've seen Stinky out and about playing and he will run back into the house use the toilet and head back out, this is when they are outside in the woods or around the cul de sac.

The next day, when I was taking Stinky to school, I put it in no uncertain terms that boy will not use our bathroom again. No reason for him to use ours as he lives so close. Of course if he were to bring a cashiers check for $100 as a deposit for the plumber then I would allow it. Stinky wasn't pleased with this, but as boys are wont to do, he mentioned what happened to Big Red. So Big Red told Stinky, that Whinus is not allowed to use their bathroom either. I don't know if it's cut and dried like that, but I can certainly see why they would put that into effect as they only have one bathroom in the house. Not that Big Red would admit or realize that he's got issues in that department also. I'll have to talk about my frustrations with Big Red another time.

Snow day!

The 1st of March brought us a strange weather occurrence. Thunder snow! It had been raining on Friday and Saturday, and we were given the forecast of snow for Sunday, and we got snow! It was a very wet snow, and there was thunder and lightning associated with it. We got 4 inches of snow. I was pretty amazed that we got more than 1 inch. We made a snowman, and tried to sled in it. Because it was so wet, there was the fear of black ice on the roads. Most of Sunday was snow or wintry mix, and the evening got fairly cold, so the schools were closed for most of the state because of this. Seriously even the southern part of the state got some good snow.

Yesterday with the snow day, kids were bored. The novelty of no school was great, but then the kids realized there wasn't much to do, the snow had melted or were chunks of ice. Neville's mom called me in the afternoon. They were at the tire center nearby and he was being rather pissy. Stinky had slept most of the morning away, so I got him up and we went over on the golf cart to keep them company. It took less time than we thought it would and I decided to bring Neville home with us. First off, never take Neville anywhere when he's in a pissy mood. It does not bode well for anyone. Second, don't let Neville into a store without his mother or he will buy candy. A pissy Neville on a sugar let down is not good.

Neville can be spoiled and lazy half the time, and yesterday was no exception. He wanted to sit in the front seat of the cart. It's not happening, and Stinky reminded him the last time he sat in the front on Halloween. Which if thinking upon reflection it is the natural state he dwells in. Sitting in the front seat, oblivious to what's going on, in his dream world with a bag of candy.

So I managed to keep two teen boys in somewhat control at the grocery store while we got some groceries, and had a quick trip back to the house. The problem was that Neville had bought water balloons. This is a bad thing on a wintry day. I warned him that the balloons would end badly. He filled up the balloons, and of course they were thrown, by Neville Stinky and the two new girls of the cul de sac. Somehow it built up to Neville being hit by one of the croquet sticks on the butt by the smaller girl. He then got very upset and started yelling and screaming about beating her face in. Neville is a mature looking 13 yo. Mature being 5'10 and weighing over 200lbs. Never good for a boy that size to threaten an 11yo girl weighing barely 60lbs. Stinky stopped him from harming the girl, which led to Neville getting upset that Stinky didn't stand up for him, and he stomped off heading for home. I was in the kitchen when all this happened, so I had to holler at Stinky for a quick audio of what I saw. We then hopped on the cart and grabbed Neville and brought him back home. This was a very short visit, if we were lucky this lasted at most 30 min before he lost his temper.

On the trip to his house, he was very hostile, upset that the girl hit him with a stick, and not being able to hurt the girl. Obviously we as adults know better than to allow this to happen. I was very proud of Stinky in stopping Neville from getting into more trouble, and keeping his calm.

It's lunch date with his mom today, so hopefully she will have told me, he's much calmer now and realizes that his actions weren't the best. He's got very strong impulse urges, and does not think like a teen yet, when his impulses get the better of him, he reverts to 6 yo attitude. Not good like I said when you are the size of an adult.

You want me to do what?

I am in the middle of a dilemma. I need some feedback. On Saturday a strange thing happened. Well to me it's strange. Droopy's kid Whinis, came over and asked to use my bathroom. The way our houses are situated, he can walk out his front door, and walk through Enabler's backyard to my front porch. It's not too far a walk, maybe 2 minutes if you walk slow and take your time picking your footsteps. Goof was getting in the truck to head out to Home Depot. He sees Whinis walking towards the house, about halfway between his house and mine. The kid asks him if he could use our bathroom. He's gotta take a dump. Goof says no, and leaves. He calls me to tell me about this interaction. While he's telling me this, the kid comes up and knocks on my door! I go upstairs and talk to Goof a bit and wait for him to leave. He doesn't leave! It has now been about 5 minutes that we have been on the phone. The kid asks me if he can use my toilets. I tell him no, I got bleach in the bowls. He stands at my door for a another minute before he heads home.

Now please note that my downstairs powder room is out of commission. Goof has peeled off all the wall paper, but needs to texture and paint the walls. There is wall paper bits still on the floor and the sink is full of his tools. The bathrooms upstairs are fine, but dirty. Also the bedrooms all need to be straightened up.

I get a phone call from his mother, bitching me out because her kid had to take a dump and I wouldn't let him in and that was wrong. Hello, your child was halfway between our houses, could he physically not turn around and go home? Most people don't want to use someone else's toilet, but prefer the privacy of their own. Oh he was playing with my kid and Big Red, so the urge came on, and he's got colon issues because he ate play doh as a toddler, and it got impacted and he couldn't shit for a month without pain. So why does this mean I have you let you use my toilet again? So he got shit stains in his underwear. This is not uncommon for males. Get him pull ups and make him wear those! Remind him to use his own toilet before going out to play. He was not playing with my son, Stinky was in the backyard, not in the house.

Honestly, Stinky finds the kid annoying. He's 8. They don't have the same things in common, plus 8 year olds know how to bother older kids. She starts throwing about how smart he is, and his teachers talk to him as an adult, and she does too. Yea, she knows he annoys people. If she is aware of it, then realize he annoys my kid! Stinky doesn't want to play with him. He tried to come into the house, and Stinky told him no. Said only one kid at a time in the house. I told Stinky, the rule was 2 kids in the house, one kid in his room. Plus his room was off limits because it was messy and he needed to clean it. So now Whinis thinks he's not welcome in the house. Which in turn led Droopy to tell me that if her kid is not welcome, then the adults are not welcome either. Whatever. Too much drama, too much over involvement in the 8 year olds life.

I told her that who the kids play with is not my concern, if they don't get along that's okay. I don't make an issue of the adults, but if she feels that way, then so be it. The issue is her child coming to the house to use the bathroom before he tries to play with my kid. It's not how I was raised. It's not how Goof was raised. I asked her point blank, does she expect me to open the door, when he shows up so he can use my bathroom? She said she would have no problems if my son came up to her door and asked to use the bathroom. I told her, my kid would shoot himself first before doing that. It is unacceptable for him to do that. It is against our upbringing. I can adapt to many things, but this is not one of them. If the kid was in my house playing, I can see him using the bathroom, but he wasn't playing in my house. If he's playing in the backyard, he can certainly run home and use the toilet, versus standing around for 5 minutes thinking about using the toilet and coming up to me. The last time he did this, I had a migraine. Goof had to tell the kid no way, not when my wife is already willing to kill me for making noise.

I told Goof about my phone conversation with her, and that no real resolution was reached. He said leave the discussion alone, and if it happens again, turn him away, and if she calls to bitch, tell her that I had already expressed my feelings about it and she should be aware it's how I was raised, and I don't find it acceptable. So now we wait. I have no idea what's gonna happen next. It's up to her to realize I am not going to back down on this issue. I am curious about whether or not the 3 family Thanksgiving is happening or not. Since I was already making everything it doesn't change a thing for me. Just the amount will be less. She had offered to buy the turkey, so we'll see. This Sunday if she has not spoken about it. I will buy my own turkey and consider it just the 3 of us.

While I do want to get along with my neighbors, I have to take a stand on certain issues. This relates to how I was raised. It seems like with Goof and my cook friend in CA, they were raised the same way. Am, I to believe it's a CA thing against children coming to the house to use the bathroom, before playing? No. I know for certain that a former coworker here, had told me a similar tale of a neighbor child coming up to her door asking to use her bathroom. She said no and closed the door. She's a black woman, well educated, same with her husband. Granted they aren't GA natives, I believe she's from Ohio. Hell Droopy isn't a GA native. She's supposedly been all over the world. I know if I asked my friend the Queen mother, she would voice the same opinion as me, and her daughter would be totally disgusted. Well Monkey girl doesn't want kids, so that would turn her off even more against kids, and she would use that as fodder for her argument against having children with her boyfriend. Hmm, I need to give her this ammunition.

So again I ask you, what would you do?

Smack dab in the middle of the bubble

Have I mentioned how much I love my house? Not the inside that is a work in progress, but my backyard? Not the half acre that needs to be mowed, but the visitors I get daily! Deer! Lots of them. I seen a herd walk through my yard. I know that sometimes they sleep in the green belt behind my storage shed. Here it is, almost time for the elementary kids to get out of school, and 3 deer just walked through my yard! Some days, I'm not too fond of them. Like when it's 6am and they feel the need to make a racket walking through the brush and mulch. Luckily, they don't leave too much poop as for my dogs to feel the need to roll in it. I am in awe of the beauty of deer. Last Friday, we had to come to a complete stop on our busy highway because a momma deer and her baby wanted to cross. Stinky said the momma was taking her baby to school, like I was taking him to school. It's absolutely fantastic. Goof was looking at deer attractant to bring them into our yard. Deer attractant you ask? Yea, we were at Walmart and it's almost deer hunting season. Sometimes I think it would be pretty neat to have a salt lick for the deer.

Back to the human problems again. Fred was at it again on Tuesday and Wednesday. He was kicking debris and pine cones. Also he picked up a rock and threw it. Luckily it didn't hit Stinky or Big Red. We sent an email to the school, and I talked to the vice principal too. I also talked to Neville's mom trying to get more helpful hints on stopping this kid. The vice principal, says since we live in a different city, the sheriff dept is limited in what they can do, but Fred doesn't know this, so with that in mind, the vice principal talked to him. I also called the transportation dept and left a message, and with the city police dept. An officer just called me back. He says if it continues, then we have the option to call them, and they would speak to the boy and his grandmother about his behavior and actions. Otherwise what I am doing is correct in following all the rules. Neville's mom says I need to pull up my socks and go talk to Enabler. Tell her this is what's going on, you need to make it stop and this is what I'm willing to do. Alternate picking up my son from school, so the two will never ride the bus together in the afternoons. While that is a great solution, Goof doesn't believe it will work. He is correct. Enabler and her family really never follow through on anything. It isn't convenient for her or the two lazy adult children in her home. He believes if it did happen within a month she would stop picking him up, and say that her grandson, isn't causing any trouble. Well yea, he's not given the chance to. Stinky doesn't want to be picked up after school. He's got friends on the bus. The girl he likes is on the bus too. He likes that measure of freedom. I told him it would not be a problem to also pick up Big Red and Kittie Kat too. They could socialize in the car and enjoy their time together that way also. He doesn't want to see me waiting for him at the bus stop or at the street corner. Right now my option I'm giving him, is to take the car and wait at the side street and watch them walk home. With a video camera ready. This is fine with me. I am sure the residents on that street will start to wonder what I'm doing, but I have notified the police, and told them what I was doing. That can't get me in trouble. Goof is also planning on writing a very plain spoken, letter to Enabler. Stating all we know about that family. The internet is a powerful tool. We know the reason why his mother isn't in the picture. As Goof says, he knows the police have come by and checked on the house, and it's residents. All the skeletons have come out of the closet.

On another note. Neville and his mother are coming over tomorrow for a play date. They've been warned that the powder room is out of commission. The wall paper is half off. When Goof re textures the family room there will be no visitors. We said forget peeling off the wall paper on that. Just texture, and paint. Hmm wonder what color we should go for there.

I've been sewing a bit again. I made Lulu a jammie out of flannel. Not good, not enough stretch. I picked up some sweatshirt material so that should work nicely and some lovely material for a dog bed cover. I need to finish a cover for Neville. I told his mother I would make their dog a bed, and one for Neville too. Hey I need an excuse to sew. It's easy anyways.

I still need to put up the bookshelves. Gosh I'm lazy. Let's hope I get that done next week.

Rain finally

Humberto has left us rain in Northern GA. Lord knows we need it. I'm not complaining at all. This was what I was expecting when we moved out here. The rain, in every season. I'm not planning on spending my day sunbathing, not in the Georgia sun, it's closer to the equator. It's great to have lovely lawn, and the ability to play lawn sports with the family.
I do have an issue with the rain. It doesn't affect me as much as I find it an eyesore. Baby mama has a trailer filled with items. It has been there for over a week now. The rains have come, and continue to come for a few more days, this stuff is just getting wet and ugly. Things that were hidden in her backyard are sitting curbside. What are they waiting for? If they are donating it to some charity, then they forgot to call them to pick it up. At this point since they are not coming put it in the trailer and take it away. They have both vehicles in the driveway. I noticed when I went to get the paper the other day and their garage was open, some table was there blocking the opening. At this point I am not sure what to do. Call the city, and check the ordinaces? Have them come out and write a citation? Obviously they will know it's me. Another option is to go over there, and ring the doorbell wait 5-10 mins, while knocking and ringing so the annoyance will make her open the door, and ask her to remove the eyesore. Then the last option is to sit here and do nothing. I am a home owner, I have a vested stake in keeping the area neat and clean, it's my property value at stake. What would you do?

The other day after I had talked to Scarlett, I got a call from Droopy. It seems that Whinis had an unpleasant experience after school with Barney, Fred's younger brother. It seems the two brothers have issues that deed to be dealt with. Another failure of Enabler's that shows her style of parenting. What is a mother to do when an eight year old boy decides to expose his genitalia to your child? Droopy was furious. She called the school up and let them have it. I let her know that the outcome would be similar to what I received with Fred; the boys would be talked to, and the parent/guardian notified. A warning would be given, and that would be it. After that it's up to Barney to correct his behavior. I do believe that since Barney is younger, he would be able to adapted and learn quicker than Fred. Fred has chosen his path.

This morning Stinky had to be at school early. He was to take a science test to qualify for the Science Olympiad. I wish him well. As we were leaving the subdivision, we saw Big Red and his sister Kittykat. Of course we were heading in the same direction, and who wants to take the bus when traveling in a smaller vehicle that will reach it's destination quicker. As the kids were getting settled in the back, I noticed that Fred popped up from some bushes. I'm sure Fred will try to harass Stinky sometime soon because of this.

It has to be this way

The other day, we were upset with Fred, and his antics. Wednesday there was no problems, because Enabler picked him up from school. The other trouble kid chose not to start anything with out Fred. Yesterday, Fred and trouble kid were calling Stinky a baby for telling us, and that the tattle-tale stuff should have stayed in 5th grade. So that got me all riled up and proving the point that Enabler is a useless authority figure. Hey Bitch, this is why your daughter is in jail as a meth addict! Fred is heading the same direction, and you got adult children living with you. What the Fuck?

So, we wrote an email to the principal. We gave dates and what was said by the bullies, and that we even spoke to Enabler. Well, I didn't get an email or anything back. What did happen was this. Stinky got called into the office, scaring him, "It's only the 5th day of school! What did I do?" The assistant principal talked to him. He asked who the boys were, what were they doing, and what Stinky did about it all. I have to say, that Stinky was the mature one in this all. So he left Stinky with the knowledge that the parents would be notified, and the boys were to be spoken with individually. Which means, the assistant principal will find out that it's all Fred's doing. The other kid is just too stupid to think for himself.

A bad thing though, is that the trouble maker was transfered into Stinky's PA class. Luckily, they tried to avoid each other and not get in trouble. I'm so proud of my Stinky. Now, history has shown us, that Fred will avoid Stinky for one day only, and that is usually because he's separated by parents or whatever. We will see what happens on Monday, if he can keep to himself. If not, that's okay, we have taken the steps in documenting all incidents that happen this year, 20 min before school starts to 20 min after the bus drops the kids off. This will go the way of the school guidelines, and he will bend and leave Stinky alone, or he will end up with many repercussions.

Fred just can't leave Stinky alone

Yesterday Stinky came home and told me that Fred and another fuckwad took his backpack and moved it on the bus. What I mean is that the backpack was sitting on the floor of the bus in front of Stinky, and the two fuckwads grabbed his backpack and put it 5 rows in front of Stinky. They made fun of his backpack, and were general jerks. Stinky just ignored it and waited until they got off the bus, and when it was his turn to get off, he grabbed it and went on his way. His friend Big Red was sitting next to him and told the fuckwads to leave him alone. Pisses me off badly. As it was Stinky was very mature, because the first day of school on the bus, he told Fred, "Hey it's a new grade, new school, let the past be the past, and let's please stay away from each other, I won't bug you, you do the same." Obviously Fred can't do that.

I was so mad at them. I saw Fred outside later in the evening and I ran out and yelled at him. In front of Enabler, his aunt, and Barney. What did Enabler do? Big sigh, "I'm very angry at you. Why did you do this?" Fred, immediately said he didn't do it. Of course this boy is a liar. Then he blamed it on Stinky being mean to him last year. Stinky was not mean to him, in fact was very kind, only at the end did Stinky finally lose it. On top of it all, this was the last school year. It doesn't matter now, they aren't in classes together, they only see each other on the bus home!

This has been absurd the amount of trouble this boy has caused to Stinky. He's teasing my boy about his backpack? The things he is picking on, are plain ridiculous. Last year the same thing happened too. It is jealousy plain and simple. The idea of my child having an expensive backpack, and again the next year a new expensive backpack, just eats at this boy. It really inflames me and Goof, because of all we put into this neighbor. We tried to involve him in our activities, trick or treating, playing, hanging out in our home. We feel the same about Baby mama and her boys too. All in the name of being good neighbors, and fostering a sense of community. Wasted on these two. I have no idea if Enabler will get a clue. We doubt it, they will fall into their bad behaviors very shortly. Baby mama, we can only hope will move soon.

We talked to Stinky last night, if I should pick him up from school instead of taking the bus, and if I should talk to the school, since that incident falls in the unacceptable behavior per the code of conduct. Stinky wants to take the bus home, and he doesn't want me to say anything yet, because he wants to take care of it himself. He's really growing up. I hope to stay on top of things and do what I can for him. My most feverent wish is that Stinky will have a positive school year. That's all a parent can hope for.

Never go shopping with another kid not your own

Yesterday, I wanted to pull my hair out, Droopy's hair, and Whinis' hair out. Seriously Stinky does not behave well around Whinis. He reverts to a more juvenile self. It was not fun shopping at the market with Droopy and kid. Droopy was all excited about being there. Fine, whatever you know it's gonna be a bad trip when the kid is sitting on refrigerator cases, and his mother is not even paying attention. This was when we first got in for lunch. I was going nuts. She's exploring the store, he's exploring the store, and neither one is thinking about where the other one was. Whinis, is loud, and short tempered. I'm glad Droopy knows that about her kid. But she wasn't controlling him. He was being very argumentative with Stinky. Stinky was letting him win in the egging contest. It was not good. Stinky and I don't have this problem. He may get bored, but he stays close by and I'm on him at all times. Mean, evil mom at work, and all that. I had to pull the two aside and tear them new ones, several times. I was literally ready to pull both kids out and lock them in the car. Or just leave Whinis and Droopy to fend for themselves. Whinis sat on beer cases! He literally climbed a stack of Heineken's and sat on them! Droopy was right there! I had yelled at him in front of his mother, and she ignored it. Not good. I don't want to babysit her kid, while she has fun. If the opportunity ever arises like that again, I will have no problems telling her no. I'm driving my kid is coming. Yours can stay at home or with a babysitter. I'm not watching out for your kid, and all the boys did was argue with each other. So irritating having to play babysitter, and not get any help.

Errands take up so much time

Yesterday I got up at and spent my morning on the phone. Doctor's appointments, and all that. Then we had to run out to do the car registrations, and check our credit on the water bill. After those were done, it was time to head out to the largest frickin strip mall in the state for a birthday gift. Goof has hit the end of his 30's. It's all down hill from here, ha ha. Well, I found him some nice Ray Bans. He needs some new ones, since the Arnette got broken. He likes them, but Stinky was also right, he would have loved to get another guitar for Guitar Hero. I guess that would have gone well too. We went out to dinner nothing fancy but dinner it was. Of course he had to have a birthday dessert so I made a nectarine and plum crisp with lots of sweet oat topping to go with that half gallon of double vanilla ice cream. Hey, he got the cake at work. I'm still dealing with a dirty kitchen.

We had come home from our errands, eating lunch and preparing for the chores we had to get done, and the doorbell rings. It was Stinky's friend from school. So of course they showed up unexpected, but Stinky has been wanting to play with him. In he and his mom come, and I ended up spending the rest of the afternoon chatting with her. I just kept her out of the kitchen where the major mess was. It was bad enough that the floors needed to be swept, and washed, carpet to be vacuumed, and sofa covers needed to be straightened and Febreezed. Not my finest moment.

Today I'm taking Whinis, and Droopy to the Asian market. That ought to be fun. Well, we'll see how that goes. I guess I don't have much patience for younger kids now. Heck mine is past that stage so I just don't do so well with them.

Goof mentioned something he saw last night. It seems Eldest and Bug are sharing a room again. He says he saw Kiosk man's daughter, so she's either visiting or staying. Ha ha! I'm still bitter about it all, can you tell? Every time something pops up that's not so pleasant for them, I give a little smile. Hey they made my kid cry. What am I suppose to feel?

Insomnia

I would just like to thank the sewing world. I have stayed up way too late these past few nights. So far I have made a badly seamed top, a pair of kid's pj bottoms, another top with better seams, and starting on another pair of pjs for Stinky. He seems to like them so much that he didn't want to take them off. So I now need to measure his waist again, and then, a clean kid can wear his new pants. After that, I'm gonna pull out the khaki material and start on a pair of shorts for me.

Last night Whinis bold faced asked if he could come over for dinner. Now this was conveyed through his mother to me. I was put on the spot. He came over for dinner and didn't eat much, and was basically a nuisance 8 year old. Now I don't mind little kids, but I must admit mine isn't that age anymore. I don't put up with that crap. One don't invite yourself to dinner, and two don't make your mom ask me. Also don't ask to come with us when we run errands. If I don't invite you, then leave it. I don't like to run my house like that, and neither does Goof. I need to grow a set and tell him in polite terms that is rude and unacceptable. I don't need his parents to be friends either. Somewhere along the line, he's come over every day. Always when I'm about to clean house, or in the process of dinner. Stinky doesn't really want to play with him that much. It just bores him. I can understand that. Eight year olds really don't have the same thing going as eleven year olds. Also I don't understand why 8 year olds come over ask to play with your kid, then ask to come inside. Why? I don't know. Well then I can say no. If you wanna play with my kid, then fine, but I don't want you wandering in my house. Kids are seriously getting on my nerves.

I'm a girl friday?

I spent 3 hours on the road today. I am bushed. For whatever reason I woke up early today and couldn't go back to sleep. I hate waking up at 4:30 in the morning, and everyone else is still asleep and I'm not. I went downstairs and folded laundry. What the hell? I finally got tired about 9:30, so a nap sounded good. I got woken up at 10:30. Goof wanted me to do a favor for him. That was one hell of a favor. I drove an hour to pick up Pho for him. He decided to treat his employees to lunch. Of course we only know of one place to get it. Well the big Korean market, but we haven't tried it yet. So wake up Stinky get him ready and off we go. Got lost since it's been a while and traffic was a nightmare. Ordered all the stuff and it took less time to get back luckily. We ended up spending about an hour at his work.

Oh Eldest pissed me off again. It seems Stinky decided to make a friendly overture. Eldest agrees, but says something to Stinky that pisses me off. He said that Kiosk man thinks my kid is a bad kid. Now what the hell would he know what a bad kid is? He hardly spends any time with Eldest and Bug. Fred and Barney are way worse than my kid ever could be. Fuck you Kiosk man. We have spent more time with those kids than he probably has the whole year. I joked to Goof that he spends 2 hours total a day with those two boys, and I doubt that he hangs on their every word learning about them. Most likely irritated by them, until they leave his sight and he can spend it on his own seed, if he even does that. They have been waving at us when we pass by in our cars, but again Fuck you.

Also for whatever reason Whinis came over today and we weren't home, so he had his mom call me to make sure I was home. He knocked on the door, went around back and basically tried to hunt us down. Yea, we weren't opening the door. Give it up, we weren't home. Whinis, is 8. Too young to really play with Stinky. Also if Stinky does play with you outside, why the hell do you want to come in my house? You wanted to play with Stinky, my house has nothing to do with you. I like the kid, his mom is nice, has a tendency to run on about her life, and repeat things, but alright. She makes me think of Droopy Dog, the cartoon. So I digress, she called me to find out what was going on. I had to explain when she called, we were at Goof's work. Did she not understand, when my son said, 'We are at my dad's office' How she got,'Mom's putting away groceries' is beyond me. So the kid ran back to my house and again we weren't there. I finally got back with her later this evening, and talked to her about it all. Why do I have to explain myself to an 8 year old? I don't. I run errands, I window shop, it doesn't matter. It's my time. I don't run it for others.

Personal pet peeve of mine, everyone remember this. I don't like waiting. If we are to meet, and we specify a time, be there. I have been late once when meeting someone. My toilet was plugged up. Sorry, but the bathroom's gotta be resolved before I meet you for a social visit. If you know that you are not a morning person, then be honest and tell me. I can do other things before I head out to meet you. I always have laundry. I can always get off my butt and organize my basement.