Showing posts with label teens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teens. Show all posts

Friday Bitch, 1st one of 2011

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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.

Friday Bitch 13: New Year's Eve 2010

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I’m sick and bitchy and I don’t know how much sense all of this will make. I’m going to have a little blog vomit.

I’m ready to slap 2010 on its ass and send it running. In many ways, this has been a great year but in my mind? It seems like I’ve spent more time trying to feel “right” than anything.
As a step towards feeling better, I got all of my prescriptions filled today and plan on being sure to take those things every day. Even though they make me pee like a cow on a flat rock and wreck my “on the phone time” at work. I shouldn’t not take medication because I’m afraid of having to get up from my desk to piss.

I stayed home from work today with a cold (or something. The Plague?) and a backache with the hopes that I won’t lose my voice tomorrow. I was worried if I went in today that my voice would go and I wouldn’t be able to work tomorrow. It’s never a good idea to be sick and call out of work on New Year’s Eve.
Let me ask you all something...Do you think that men and women can just be friends? I say yes and Husband says no. This is why I haven’t mentioned to him yet that I’m having lunch with a male coworker on Sunday. I’m working a few hours of overtime that day and realized that I’d be getting off the same time that coworker goes to lunch. This is also coworker’s last day. The fine company that I work for is firing him over stupid shit but were kind enough to keep him til Sunday. We’ve worked together for years and I asked him to lunch as a “last hurrah”. I’m fairly certain that Husband is going to be extremely pissy about it so I’m waiting til the last minute to tell him. It’s easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

Watching porn, looking up weird shit on the internet....all of these things I do with no worry but since this blog has started I’ve been cleaning my history trail on a daily basis.






I'm actually in a pretty good mood for a Friday, and have relatively little to bitch about. That in itself is pretty damn amazing. My parents are here for a vacation, and I haven't seen them since we made the great migration across the country 9 months ago. My parents and I get along great, and my husband adores them, so I have nothing to bitch about on that front...


Oh, I know! How about the surly attitude of teenagers. Oh my mother fucking monkey nut balls. My two older children will be damn lucky to get to see the light of day after this visit with their grandparents. I "get" that grandparents are not cool to hang around. But if I have to put up with one more drama laced teenaged temperamental afternoon, one of us is not going to come out standing.





2010 can go ahead and go. I've got EMT classes starting on Monday, and a cross-country move to plan. I've got my fellow mover (who is also driving across this great nation to come pick my chubby ass up).

I'm ready to get my EMT, get across the country, and start school for my nursing degree. Why? Because it costs about the same to get an associate of nursing degree as it does to take paramedic courses, and being a flight nurse pays better than paramedic.

I'm ready to have this holiday season over. I am sick of crying at the drop of a hat, I'm sick of hearing people complain about lack of presents, presents that weren't expensive enough, or that someone was fighting over holiday dinner.

I'm tired of people telling me I need a man because a woman "my age" shouldn't be alone. I shouldn't be working either according to them, I should be home raising a passel of babies. I'd love to be able to stay home and be a mother, but you kind of need a baby daddy who is worth the time it takes to get pregnant and who is willing to help. (That's one of the reasons I divorced, because my exhusband was as useful as a bicycle for goldfish when it came to doing anything beyond sitting on his hairy ass and leaving napkins of semen all over the computer desk)

Goodbye 2010, bring on 2011.





I'm currently going through a bizarre phase where I don't feel like drinking and then when I do it feels gross so I really wish I hadn't. I've had a glass of red wine tonight and I'm stopping right there. Then tomorrow is, of course, one of the biggest party nights of the year and I'm going to go over to my dad's and I'm making chowder and my husband is grilling shrimp for my dad's annual New Year's party. I really don't want to go but, truthfully, my horoscope keeps saying shit like, "you'd really like to stay in but you'll feel better if you accept the social invitations around you and get out and have some fun." What's a girl going to do? Go and shoot tequila with her father, of course. But, for the first time I'm really seriously looking hard at ways to prevent a hangover because I think it would make me lose my mind and I'm only half-joking... mostly. So if anyone has any sure-fire tricks send them along - post them in the comments. Something. Please. Help a sister out.

I'm ready for the year to be over with, I'm ready to move on and hopefully into something better. I'm tired of sitting around feeling like the next tragedy is going to drop into my lap any fucking second.

And, while I'm bitching... can I just say that I'm seriously worried about my son and his girlfriend? I just don't think she's good for him. She enables his negativity, she encourages him to be on one self-pity trip after another and truthfully? I think she's like a little kid who rescues a baby bird and then doesn't want the bird to fly off. Do you know what I mean? I think that's how she views him, they got together about a month after he was diagnosed with cancer - she has babied him and bucked us every step of the way. While she babied him, I encouraged him to get back on the horse, to toughen up a bit and move forward because he was cancer-free and on the road to recovery. She on the other hand went into a depression and got him all upset every time his 6 months check ups rolled around. And, everyone can clearly see he's trying to come out of it and she's just clawing, digging and hanging on to every little bit of melodrama that she can. I'm tired of it and I have to wonder if he is as well. He looks happier and more at ease when she isn't around than when she is.

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