MY BOX....

I just got my Dollar $tore Challenge box....it is perfect! It has everything i wanted and more, I am getting ready to cook supper so I will elaborate in a bit...Thank you Adrienne! I don't know what your blog is called....leave me a comment and let me know so I can thank you properly!

Funny from someone else...

I got this from Why are you stalking me and thought it was hysterical! also it's Friday and i am way to tired to be funny for myself...or just plain lazy works too!

 

Got service?

from Why Are You Stalking Me?

I was confused when I heard the word service used with these agencies:

Internal Revenue service

 U.S. Postal service

Telephone service

Cable TV service

 Civil service

 State, City, County & Public service

 Customer service

 This is not what I thought service meant. But today, I overheard two farmers talking and one of them said he had hired a bull to service a few cows. BAM!!!  It all came into focus.  I understand what all those agencies are doing.  Now you are as enlightened as I am.

the knuckle head

     My husband's son just turned 8, we have a constant battle with him over eating, don't get me wrong, he will eat, just not at a pace in which the food will be completely consumed by the time I turn 60. He thinks that dinner time is time to make shadow puppets on the wall and has to take a drink in between EVERY bite. I constantly (literally every bite) tell him to eat or to actually not put down his fork, to keep it in his hand, to which my husband then gets pissy about and says "he is eating, leave him alone", which then undermines any hint of authority that I may have had! . He throws tantrums like a 2yr old, sticks his head way forward and squints his eyes, talks back, grumbles under his breath. All of this happens simultaneously when you tell him to get dressed, brush his teeth, eat, or ANYTHING that does not involve the computer or video games or TV or whatever it is he thinks he should be doing at the time besides what we want him to do. In this situation he fights my husband as well, Talking back to the two of us like we have no right at all to be telling HIM what to do…how we could ever expect HIM to do something HE doesn't want to do. I don't know if he behaves like this towards his mother but my god man…what are we supposed to do. This fission also has bred a special kind of contempt on his part towards me...I love him to death and am pretty sure he loves me to but I believe in his mind I am the ultimate evil step-mother..Hahaha.

    I have 2 teens that NEVER acted out in the ways that this child does, but I started at a very young age with them, working on manners etc. I hate comparing him to mine, but damn my kids were fantastically well behaved compared to this child!!! ARGH!!! I can't imagine what condition my sanity would have been in by now had my 2 been anything like that. The smarter they are the more stubborn, the harder they fall (or you fall).  Any step-parents out there with any advice?  Should we just keep plowing thru and hope that eventually he gets sick of hearing us repeat these things over and over and just starts complying one day? I am close to just falling to pieces or ignoring him all together, giving up, let him act however, whenever he wants…. What do we (or I) do?

 

     PS- I love the picture, he had just lost his first front tooth and the "billy-bob" look was to good not to capture for future blackmail.  Man, i love this kid!

can you say "oops"

So, I had the day from hell yesterday.

 

Let me start at the beginning, I was sitting here talking to Frankie on the phone and my boss walks up (I see him out of the corner of my eye) and in my best professional voice I say "okay then, I will add that to the Meeting Agenda and see you tomorrow, buh-bye" hehehe…. I am allowed to talk on my own phone at work only so much, so Frankie calls me at work with the understanding that when I say something like that it really means "I'm gonna get in a shit ton of trouble if I'm not off the phone in 10seconds..I love you I will call you back when I can."  So my boss says will you please join me in "other higher up" boss's office. Me being the Angel that I am say "Uh-Oh, what did I do this time-Hahaha" Boss #1 looks at me and says. You are in violation of County policy number blah blah blah…are you aware that your drivers license (DL) has been suspended since Jan. 15^th(or something, I was floored and basically quit listening when he said suspended" see the thing is…I drive for work, not a lot, but enough. It is a serious offense to drive a government vehicle on a suspended license. They (boss #1 and Higher boss #2) go on to tell me that unless I can prove that it was a mistake, all 22 times that I have driven a county car – EACH TIME WILL COUNT AS A SINGLE VIOLATION!!! Code of conduct- personnel policies state that driving a county vehicle without a, or on a suspended DL is a termination qualifying event. "HOLY SHIT" I think" I am gonna lose my job" I don't even know what I did. Let alone why it is suspended. So I cried…. I cried buckets, I broke down and sobbed big fat girly tears and tried to explained to them thru all those tears that I had absolutely no idea that it had been done and had no idea what I had done to get it done and oh my god what do I do??? They couldn't believe I didn't know, they laughed at me and said "wow, you're good, crying like that, PROVE IT."

My supervisors laughed at me and called me a liar to my face.  I promptly ran to the bathroom and cried so hard I was hyperventilating, cried harder than I did at my Grandmothers funeral, cried so hard I thought I was gonna never be able to stop long enough to ever talk again…I can not lose my job, absolutely not an option. I got on the phone with MVD and found out that the ticket I got last Oct. for not having proof of registration in my car, that the woman at the Justice Courts said she would delay the $520.00 fine on had to be paid and since it wasn't, they sent it to collections and suspended my DL. Long story short, I fucking forgot all about it. The ticket was gone, I went and showed the courts my registration but I didn't have $520 so she deferred payment and said I had till Dec. something to pay it and I totally fucking forgot! They never sent me notice of suspension or a reminder that I needed to pay; they just fucked my whole fucking world.  Anyhow I am not gonna lose my job; all I have to do is prove that I never received notification that my license was suspended and I am fine. I paid the ticket and the fines and the SR-22 insurance (2^nd time in less than 3yrs my license has been suspended, state requirement) ready for the grand total….A $520 ticket cost me $884 to take care of, Fines fees etc. and that does not even count the $35 that I still have to pay to get my DL reinstated!

       I hate myself so bad right now. All the hard (extra) work that Frankie has been doing for a little extra money so we can catch up on some VERY delinquent bills…GONE. I am such a schmuck. I understand that everyone makes mistakes and I am totally not looking for any kind of sympathy but jesuusss, did it have to be such and expensive fuck up. Things were finally starting to look like we were catching up. FUCK!!! ARGH!!! No I am just mad. I hate crying I hate driving I hate having to pretend to be a responsible adult. I just want to curl up under the covers and never ever get up again!

UGH, sorry, it does feel better to get it out and I think this may be the longest blog post ever for me! Later…

monday, Monday, Monday.

So yesterday Frankie and I went to Grannies house just like we do every Sunday, only this Sunday we got to move(actually he did most of the work) her freshwater fish from one tank on one side of her living room to a different smaller tank on the other side of her living room. Let see first disaster, placostimus on the ground, second, hose had a leak at some point and there was water everywhere, third... The damn fish wouldn't stay in the bucket, I think it was a loach, long pointy silver fish with a thick black horizontal stripe down the side. Anyway when the damn thing would jump out it became more lizard like than fish like, which of course all girls scream when there are lizards running thru the house. Anyway...finally got everything moved over come to find out MY arms are the only ones long enough to reach the bottom of the newly filled tank....so while the water was still cloudy and I couldn't see ALL the fish(30 or more, seriously) I had to reach all the way into the tank and stick the live plants down into the sand well enough that they wouldn't float back up. My MIL (granny) is all of 5 feet nothing and Frankie isn't much bigger. All fun and games let me tell ya! So we got home a little later than usual and had brought home the movie 2012 to watch as his mom had to take it back today and we really didn't want to wait for it to come out on Netflix. We started the movie at 830 or so, just when it was getting good our friend R calls, frankies phone not mine(there is a story about R that I will tell one of these days)and basically tells him she called him because she knew it was late (I get up most mornings at 5 for work) and if she would have called me I would have told her no. She knows he is a softy, so she is coming over because she needs a cigarette and likes our butts because neither one of us ever smoke more than 3/4ths of a cig.(She empties them and hand rolls or just tears off the filter)she will be here in 5 minutes. Now I'm a pretty laid back person when it comes to friends but R in particular is hard for me to handle, I like my quiet time with Frankie and Sunday night happens to be my favorite. We stop the movie when she shows up(frenchie was on my lap and R came thru back gate and knocked on slider, frenchie freaked out and gouged 5 nice tracks in my leg with her fat doggy claws, ought to see the marks this morning)and she proceeds to tell us how she has already seen the movie and how fantastically catastrophic and beautiful it is. She comes in, gets a beer and starts telling us about all the subliminal blah blah blah and beauty of the destruction blah blah blah... Anyway we start the movie back up and by the time it is over it is 1130pm. Right about this time I realize that instead of getting up at 6 like normal I have to get up at 5am to cover for a lady at work. Now some people can function on 6 or less hours of sleep, I have to have more than 6 or at least 6, most of the time I am in bed having taken a sleeping pill by 930, no later than 10...those of you who take sleeping pills know that if you don't get the required amount of sleep after having taken one of those little beauties you are fucked. So last night looking at 5 hours of sleep, I didn't take a pill. Can you guess where the story is going from here, yup you guessed it, I slept like ASS. And now, I am so tired and it is all HER fault!!! I'm grumpy don't talk to me.

The Dollar $tore Challenge

So check it out, I joined this thing from over at Just One Miss called the Dollar $tore Challenge, it looks like so much fun, head over to her place and check it out. I got my Name in the mail today so I get to head over and lurk around at La Primera and see what I can find out about her.... so I can make my Dollar $tore box the best I can. For whoever drew my name, my Favorite color is baby pink (how cliche...I know) and i have a French Bulldog that rules my every- move, breath-thing. Oh, I like candles(sets of 4) and fingernail polish is a must!!! Hope that helps, I am so looking forward to receiving my box...YEAH!!!