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You have one of these? Cuz I sure as hell don’t!!

You know… whenever you think it’s too good to be true, right?

Okay.. so let’s do some catch up first:

Weed :: who really should be renamed “deadbeat” :: was in jail when T3 :: who I sometimes call “Timbo” :: was born.

He was released from jail while the baby was still in NICU :: withdrawing from FUCKING HEROIN, mind you :: and if memory serves, went up to the hospital.. um.. twice??

He proceeded to sofa surf.. wound up back in jail.. then into rehab.. then back to sofa surfing.. got a job that last all of 2 days :: because OH! He’s not “.. fit for manual labor” :: … did some more sofa surfing until the tide ran dry.. went back to rehab.. then to a half way house.. and now resides in a sober house about 40 miles north east of where I live.

Phew.. I get exhausted just trying remember this shit!

Anyway.. since the baby has been home with us, he’s seen him about 6 times in 18 MONTHS. Doesn’t help out financially… doesn’t even call and ask how he’s doing. In fact, when he was over for Thanksgiving dinner :: not my idea and that counts as visit 5 of the 6 :: he never once expressed gratitude that the son he called begging and pleading not to become a ward of the state was right there in the middle of the room being supported and raised by me and Chief.

AND, on Christmans :: visit 6 of 6 :: he didn’t so much as bring the kid a dollar store teddy bear even though he “supposedly” is working. Because if there’s one thing the sober house did that Chief didn’t.. was force the kid to get a job to earn his keep.

With both Weed and Bubba, you never heard from them unless they need something. While this doesn’t bother Chief.. it bugs the shit out of me. And it really doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m the only one working.. it has more to do with respect.

Another post for another time.

So the fact that we don’t hear from Weed at all actually makes my life easier.

But y’all know that wasn’t going to last for long.

Last night, Weed calls Chief. The two things I hear Chief say is “… what’s going on” and “.. yknow i’m not working, right?”

And that really is all I need to hear because I know then that somehow, someway, this is going to cost me money. The big question is how much and what it’s for.

See, there’s a reason why they call Chief and ask. Me? I wouldn’t be able to get HELL NO out fast enough.

So Chief talks to him for a few minutes and tells him he’ll call him back.

He walks past me on the couch.. goes into the kitchen.. starts making a cup of coffee.. I purposely ask him if he wanted to watch a movie.. he said he didn’t care.. and then silence.. silence.. silence.. silence.. silence…

I know what he’s doing.. he’s trying to figure out the best way to ask me to give Weed money because he feels embarrassed and awkward and feels like he’s put in a bad position.

So I flat out ask “.. so what was that all about?”

He tells me that Weed is working but for some reason, hasn’t gotten paid yet. “.. remember he said something about that at Christmas? Huh? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?”

NOTE: everything after “.. at Christmas?” I added using the beauty of poetic licensing

I tell him I didn’t but whatever.

He tells me that Weed is 100.00 short on his rent and if he doesn’t have it by tomorrow afternoon, he’s going to get kicked out. IN! 9! DEGREE! WEATHER!

And of course, I have all these questions that he can’t answer.

Why doesn’t he have his rent? Can’t he explain the paycheck situation with the landlord? Can’t he have the landlord call you? Can’t you give him a money order? Can’t you deposit it right into the landlord’s account? Etc. Etc. Etc.

Believe you me.. I did NOT want to give this kid money. For rent or not. I’m not a fucking bank and I have issues making it from one paycheck to another as it is. I also know that once you get him out of a bind once.. that phone will never stop ringing. I also know that Chief can be a pussy when having to play “bad cop” and so I figured that giving him 100.00 bucks is going to serve 2 purposes.

One, he’s going to be told to not even ask for a used tissue until the money is paid back and two, Chief is never going to grow a pair big enough to ask me again on his behalf.

Not to bore you with the details, but it was THAT kind of conversation.

So Chief calls him back and tells him that we’ll bring him up the money. He wanted to see where he was living :: if it was what he said it was and not a crack den :: AND he wanted to give the money to the house manager. Being that he lived in a house for recovering junkies and got a last minute call for money did anyone THINK it was going into his hands?? Right.

Weed texts me his address and when I asked what time the house manager was going to be there, he replied that he would have to get back to me because the dude wasn’t home from work yet.

Fine.

About 10pm he sends a text that we could go up “anytime” because he had to work and wouldn’t be there.

So now I’m going to drive 40 miles :: did I mention that we were hit with 7 inches of snow, temps not breaking 12 degrees AND I go into severe anxiety when I have to drive in bad weather? :: hand some money to some stranger without Weed being there and that’s ok?

Don’t think so.

Chief calls Weed and is told that he has to work and wouldn’t be back until around 4. Chief tells him that we’re not driving up there that late because we’re victims of a toddler’s schedule … HIS toddler’s schedule .. and we’re not going to be put out all night because the kid falls asleep in the car way before he’s suppose to. So Weed tells him that given the circumstances, he’ll try to get off work early and be at the house around 3.

Whatever.

So this afternoon, around 230-ish, Weed calls Chief and asks him what time we were leaving. Chief tells him that we were just gearing up and should be there in an hour. Weed THEN tells Chief that he’s at his girlfriend’s house :: haven’t thought of a name for her yet but she’s another recovering addict that has a 6 year old son and lives with her parents :: and could we pick him up there?

Are you fucking kidding me?

No. No. No. No. No. HELLS NO.

I get bent.. even Chief gets bent.. and I told Chief that he’s acting like he’s doing US a favor and that WE should be grateful enough to go traveling all over eastern Pennsylvania to give him money.

Get the fuck out of here.

Chief actually put his foot down which was impressive. Finally.

We get to the house and it’s not a crack house.. but it doesn’t look line the Sober House on the Dr. Drew VH1 series, that’s for sure.

The girlfriend was there.. she’s nice enough. So far. And we met the house manager and some of the other recovering junkies that live there.

Chief reverted to a teenager and didn’t act one iota like a pissed off father who drug his wife and grandson 40 miles in bad weather to bail him junkie son out once again so I had to be the bitch and lay down the law regarding money. Again.

I had to be the bitch who made it perfectly clear that his son has no idea who he is AND I was the bitch who put his girlfriend on the spot by asking if the father of her son was in his life. Her answer was no. I asked if it pissed her off. She said it did. I then asked if her son’s father was a deadbeat and it pissed her off then why would she want to date a deadbeat?

It’s no secret that his kids think I’m a bitch so why not take the opportunities when the present themselves?

Unfortunately, we were there a lot longer then I anticipated or hoped to be. Maybe a half hour? Less then an hour? But it was at such a time and weather was the way it was that I couldn’t drive. I didn’t feel safe. So Chief had to drive home.

Did I ever mention how bloody car sick I get when Chief drives?

I literally thought I was going to die.. that hot feeling, stomach flipping up to your throat? I was literally in tears because I just wanted to get off the damn highway but we couldn’t.. it was bumper to bumper the whole way down because guess what?

Eagles’ playoffs.. that’s what and the only way we could get back to our house was to drive right past bloody Lincoln Field.. at prime drive time.

Chief did make sure.. in my ear shot.. to ream Weed out about the money, about not even dreaming of asking for anything again until it’s paid back, and for acting like a complete dick about not being at the house.

Like that’s going to make a difference.

At any rate.. that was my day! How the hell was yours??

 

 

 

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You know.. I watch a lot of news and read a lot of newspapers. There’s really little else to do when your standing around the deli all day waiting for customers.. there’s ONLY so much DoodleJump, Solitaire and Brain Challenge you can play on the iPhone!!

Two things caught my attention these last few days and I had that ARE THEY FUCKING KIDDING reaction so I figured I’d share!

LOL!

I apologize in advance if I give you the same reaction!! ;)

VENICE BEACH, CA

So here’s the deal. Apparently, “homeless” people living in RVs have decided to take up residence in Venice Beach, California. Parking on streets.. leaving trash around.. using resident’s front lawns as bathrooms.. there’s even been mention of drug dealing and prostitution but to be fair, I don’t know if there is.

I DO know that the people of Venice Beach are fed up with this and want it to stop.

Seems fair, right? I mean you pay a mortgage and property taxes and have to follow laws and regulations and stuff and all of a sudden all these RVs start parking in your neighborhood causing a problem. You’d be pissed too. I know I was…

I was ESPECIALLY pissed when I heard one of these RV people saying that HE had every RIGHT to shit on someone’s lawn and that THEY should provide a Porta-Potty for them to use.

Are you FUCKING kidding me?

I’m sorry but I don’t consider living in an RV as being “homeless”.. and I know there are RVs that have bathrooms. Not all, I grant that.. but why are the rights of people who don’t pay taxes surpass the rights of the people that do?

Why is it that people breaking the law :: and I’m sorry, if you’re parking where you shouldn’t park and shitting on someones front lawn then you’re breaking the law :: are being allowed to bring down the quality of life of people who work for a better life?

Okay.. so insert the violin playing here ______________

Some are going to say that I’m being too bullheaded because people are down on their luck and what are they suppose to do…

Look.. I’m sorry if people are down on their luck or if circumstances found them where they’re at .. but if the city is TRYING to make concessions for you… trying to make both sides happy.. then WHO THE HELL GIVES YOU THE RIGHT to thumb your nose at it and say Oh? That parking lot 10 miles away? The one where we are ALLOWED to park and won’t have to be harassed by the people that live here? Yea.. the one that would have bathroom and shower facilities?? Um.. yea… nooooo. Not going to go there because it would just be too damn far from the beach.

Come on people!

Believe me, I am no fan of California in general :: sorry Cali, I’m an East Coast girl through and through :: but this has GOT to stop!

You ¬†need to get tough on these people because it isn’t fair and it seems to me that the RV-ers are using their numbers as leverage.

So.. how would YOU feel if this was happening in your neighborhood? Am I being unfair?

THE DUGGARS

You know these people, right? They’re the ones with 19 kids.. who just had their 20th that was born really premature and both mother and baby had serious health problems to contend with because of it?

Come on.. you know the ones! They have a TLC show and all their kids names start with a J?

Ok.. well.. they’ve been coming under fire for years :: I think after their 12th or 13th kid :: about their lifestyle and the fact that they have so many kids.

All these bleeding hearts are blasting them saying that they’re being irresponsible.. that they are overpopulating the earth.. that they are robbing their kids of a normal childhood… that having the older kids help taking care of the younger kids is just like having kids work in coal mines.

So what’s the problem? Why is it anybody’s business what they do?

They don’t live off the state.. NOBODY other then themselves are providing for their family.. Their kids appear to be educated.. well mannered.. and happy. Do they have responsibilities and chores and have to make sacrifices? Sure.. but you know what? They are also learning about team work.. about not being selfish.. about putting other people first instead of yourself.. learning a work ethic and being responsible.

I think there are TOO many kids today NOT being raised that way.. and I’ll be the first to hand over my three step sons as evidence to that.

But really? I think the main reason why people are objecting so much is because they’re Christians and for some reason, it’s okay to bash Christians ( maybe because we can take it? ) .. I don’t hear anyone publicly blasting the 35 year old in Florida who has 16 kids with as many different fathers and has been living off welfare and never once held a job or paid her own rent.

So what’s the difference?

If you’re going to put one on notice, why aren’t you putting them ALL on notice?

Until someone’s lifestyle directly impacts your own, shut the hell up about it..

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Now it’s time for a Hershey Bar!!!