I am very seriously sick and tired of teens and their drama. Just because I don't want to drive 45 minutes, one way, to pick up your girlfriend or boyfriend, and then drive 45 minutes another direction to take you to a movie, THEN do it all over again when the movie is over, does not make me a bad person. It means I don't want to pay three god damned dollars a gallon and drive nearly three damn hours round trip for a movie. I am not the only parent with a car. Let the other parents drive their own kids to the movie. I'm more than willing to schlep the kids to the movie - but I am not a taxi for other parents that are (and I quote) unable to afford gas to drive that distance themselves. If you ask me, they just don't want to drive the distance anymore than I do.





Oh lucky me! Just in time for Friday bitch my husband decided to provide some excellent fodder. We have been together for over 15 years. Why the fuck is it that he can't manage to use the fucking phone and call my dad himself when he has a fucking question? Seriously!??!!? Look, I'm not that curious - I don't CARE - therefore, I am not going to start ringing people up like I'm his goddamned secretary!!!! You have a question - fucking call and ask! Don't sit there getting pissed off at me because I don't leap up at your every curiosity and spring into action simply because it's my father you want to ask a question! Especially when my dad has NO PROBLEM AT ALL calling my husband when he has question but somehow it's my dad so it's my job to ask? I'm not your fucking middle person!!!!

And, yes, I might be PMS'ing as well which would explain the over zealous use of "fucking" and "!!!!!" either way that sort of just supports my original bitch - if you have a fucking question ask it yourself! Otherwise - get off my fucking back and leave me the fuck alone!!!!


Sullen teenagers. For the love of all that is good and holy, it will be a minor miracle if I don’t run screaming from this house before next Thursday. Next Thursday is when YoungestStepson(14) has a Social Studies project due. He has known about it since Nofuckingvember. When did he start working on it? About 10 days ago. What has his “work” consisted of? Looking up shit at google.com and bing.com and printing photos. I told Husband that I wasn’t going to help with this project because IT’S NOT MY JOB! But I couldn’t stand it and asked him last night what books he’s read and discovered that the answer was none. So I hauled him to the library while he bitched the whole damned way about how he hated the library. Tell you what kid, just suck the dick of life and deal, okay? I know it was so hard for you to go to the library and watch me use the computer to find a book for you and check it out.

I’m fairly certain that he doesn’t understand exactly how his project is supposed to be presented and when I tried to explain it to him I got attitude. So, fuck it. One D grade in the 8th grade won’t ruin his record.

Husband is pissy that I’m being unhelpful. I explained that even if YS has slithered from my loins that I would be treating him the same. If you need help and are working on something and not being an asshole when I try to help you - then I will help you. Otherwise, you’re on your own.

I’m actually signing up to work overtime on Wednesday just so I won’t be home for all the last minute shit as he throws the project together.




I am so sick of someone trying to make me feel bad because I don't want to spend another four hours being "helpfully" insulted and made to feel like an outsider in your life while sitting on your sofa, when I'd much rather be at home. I have things to do at my own house, and a pet that needs to be taken care of after being alone for almost ten hours.

I am barely resisting the urge to scream at someone who fully expects me to drop everything because they suddenly decided they wanted to visit.