For Whom The Bell Tolls…

Oh.. and it’s going to toll for Bubba in the morning, I’ll tell you what!!

I didn’t have a chance to go through my emails today .. the landlord is coming over on Tuesday with the county licensing people so I wanted to make sure everything was the way it’s suppose to be.

Anyway.. I got this email about 4 hours ago from Bubba’s teacher:

Hello,

Here is the email that I sent to [Bubba’s] mother just a few minutes ago.

[Bubba] had a rough few days to end the week. I am sending you the exact same information that I sent to her since I am not 100% sure who [Bubba] is living with at this current moment in time

[Bubba] had a few incidents on Thursday that I am going to explain to you first. He had an off day in almost every class. His morning started with him showing up late to school. When he got to first block he fell asleep and was snoring loudly. He was finally woken up by his teacher and asked to go out on a pass. She told him to do his work since he has been sleeping and then he could go out on a pass, he got upset with her and didn’t do much work. In his second block he locked another student in a closet and was also found with silly string. There was silly string sprayed all over the hallway before second block…no one saw [Bubba] doing it but he did have a can of it on him (as far as I know no one is making a big deal out of this). He then got to my class (where I actually didn’t know any of this had happened) and he moved his seat away from distractions which I thought was good. The students were then working on some proportion problems and [Bubba] did nothing, even when I did the work on the board he wasn’t doing much. I then caught him shooting rubber bands at another student across the room. I believe his last class was fine.

On Friday we did Fun day so the 9th graders spent most of the day in the gym doing different games. He sat in the gym without a problem. When the students went back to their classrooms for a little before we had a pep rally (it was homecoming) [Bubba] walked into his room and handed his teacher a piece of paper that was covered in brown paint. He told her “they didn’t have any toilet paper in the bathroom” and placed it on her desk. Needless to say she did not find this humorous.

I will say that [Bubba] has been doing wonderful in his afternoon sessions with me (which I had to cancel Thursday due to a meeting) but his effort in my actual class is dropping. He is pretty much doing nothing in my room. I just wanted to keep you updated on what happened because he definitely had a few issues. I am hoping, along with [Bubba’s] other teachers, that this behavior does not continue in the future. Let me know if you have any questions.

Nice, right? So everything about what Weed was saying :: that the Crack Whore allows him to do whatever he wants to do .. that he’s on the computer all night.. that he has no supervision, etc. :: is true.

I was over at Bird’s house earlier so when I came in, Chief was already asleep and given the density of his snoring, he isn’t going to retain anything if I wake him up and tell him about the email .. so I’ll tell him in the morning.

I can’t tell you what he’s going to do… I can tell you what he’s going to SAY .. I can tell you how he’s going to go off on a tangent about how she’s nothing but this or that.. AND I can also tell you that he’ll say that to ME but I’m not sure what exactly he’s going to DO about it or what he’s going to say to HER.

I’ll have to update you tomorrow on that..

I’m not going to lie and say that I want Bubba back here. My house has been calm .. and clean.. and Spaz has been actually benefiting from not having the constant torment.

I’m not going to lie and say that I have the same feeling for Bubba that I did before. He’s not my kid and I don’t have to love him. I don’t have to care about him or his needs.

But I will tell you that that isn’t beneficial to anyone.. and because he isn’t my kid, I really can’t say too much about where he lives or what Chief decides :: or doesn’t decide :: to do about it.

If he does come back here.. and if he WAS my kid :: which it wouldn’t be because I would have NEVER let things get so out of hand :: I would take him to school.. pick him up from school and banish him to his bedroom. I’d even camp out in front of it if I had to.. no video games.. on computer.. no laptop.. no fucking nothing. Call me old-school but that’s the way I was raised and I think my parents did a pretty nifty job!

So I’ll just have to go with the flow and manage the damage.. and if it takes me having to run the store so Chief can be home in the afternoons to keep an eye on him then so be it..

Because, after all.. he’s HIS kid.. not mine.

Feel free to comment.. especially if you’re a step parent to a problematic teenager. Is there something more I should be doing? Do I have the right to feel the way I do?

Ah COME ON!! Where The #$%^ Is My Gravatar?

… can anyone help before I take a thousand straight pins and stick them all into the WordPress main page turning my laptop into a technological voodoo doll?

‘Cause last night I was monkeying around with changing the email address associated with my account and the gravatar (the little picture next to your name) disappeared.

I figured out that the picture is associated with the email address and NOT the actual wordpress account so I finagled some more and got my picture attached to the NEW email address..

A little message said that it was updated and would take .. A FEW MINUTES to take effect.

IT’S BEEN HOURS and there’s still the generic green design box showing.

If I check under the USERS options on the dashboard (where I changed the email address) it shows the correct picture so I don’t know WHAT the hell is happening!!

Any thoughts???

Lurkers and Email

I just wanted to say that I appreciate everyone who pops by and reads my posts.

I also appreciate everyone who leaves a comment. THANK YOU SO MUCH! It means a lot to me it also feeds that little narcissistic cell in the back of my brain!

And because I need a life, I’m tickled more then pink whenever someone adds me to their blogroll. OMG! I wish I could send you all a batch of Chief’s Russian Tea Cookies!! They freakin’ rock and you guys are so deserving!!

So if you stop by and hang back in the shadows, please leave me a comment and let me know you were around. I love reading other people’s blogs too and if you have one, I’ll definitely stop by yours!

Now.. onto an email I just read.

Someone.. who shall remain nameless because I’m not the bitch that everyone tends to think I am.. wrote me this email questioning the authenticity of what I write and went so far as to say that their thought is verified by the fact that I don’t use real names, never revealed where I live, or show pictures of me or my family.

Look.. I know that some times the things that happen to me are way off the scale of randomness but honestly, it’s all the truth. And think about it from Chief’s perspective or the kids perspective.. do you think they really want EVERYBODY ON THE INTERNET to know what slobs they are? How his oldest son is a lying, thieving, manipulative junkie drug dealer? That he was stupid enough to marrying a crack whore just because she was pregnant and because his fucked up childhood made him believe that they could be the family he always wanted and craved?

Do you really think that he would want his customers to read all about that should they just happen to stumble across this blog?

Or how about the fact that the kids are dumb as rocks and have so many emotional and mental issues that it will probably impair them way into adulthood?

You have NO idea how hard it is to keep remembering to type CHIEF or BUBBA or SPAZ. It’s easy, though, to type CRACK WHORE because I call her that anyway!! LOL!

Do you really think that I would want to give out ANY information that could cause my satanic ex-husband to find me and cause conflict and disruption in my life because I had the nerve.. THE NERVE.. to divorce him after he held a sword to my throat?

I have to think about those things. I write because it’s an outlet for me and even though something may sound harsh.. there are also a lot of fun.. funny things that happen to. I may not enjoy my life every day.. all the time.. but it is my life and let’s face it, it could always be worse. I also write because sometimes I need other people outside my box to set me straight.. to allow me to see things from a different.. non-personal perspective.

Ok.. that went on WAY longer then I wanted but I think you guys get the drift. But to appease someone who does, in fact, read my blog often.. here’s ME:

And if you think I swiped that from some where off the internet then come on! If I was going to do that, don’t you think I would have choses a picture where my hair was blonder and boobs bigger? Heh!

It’s Not ALL About Me… Is It???

Shhh!!! I’m going to tell you a secret!!

Are you ready?

Are you SURE??

Promise to keep this just between YOU and ME?

Okay then..

Here it is…

I have other things.. thoughts.. and opinions outside of my life with Chief.

<< insert thunder clapping and lightening here >>

There. I said it.

So like… I understand the appeal, ok?

Taking a peak into someone else’s life with all it’s highs and lows.. function and dysfuction.. is like taking a vacation from our own lives.

Not everyone uses the great Blog-O-Rama for enlightenment, opinion and just to gain a worldly perspective.

Sometimes.. people read other people’s blogs so that THEIR life doesn’t seem so tragic.

I get that. I do.

And even though my life is an open book blog and practically nothing is off limits.. I am not consumed by everything going on under my roof. To be fair, considering all that I have written, I can see how that might be a misconception.. But yknow, I have opinions about things that I like to share. And if you don’t agree with my opinions or thoughts or whatever.. feel free to comment and tell me why.. try to change my mind… I welcome healthy debate and interspection

However…

Do not..

DO NOT..

I repeat…

DO FUCKING NOT…

… tell me to “stick with what I know” :: meaning my family dysfunction :: and not offer my opinions on controversial subjects.

I knew when I posted about Gay Marriage and Nationalized Healthcare that the subjects were touchy.. hence the word CONTROVERSIAL in the title line.

My inbox was flooded with email with people telling me .. basically.. to shut up.

Like .. oh.. my blog is read by the Government Good ‘Ol Boys who make every decision based on my views. Come on.

Curiously, no one issued a comment on those posts and my only summation is because they didn’t want a public bashlash.. so they whipped me privately :: and not in a good way! ::.

To those of you who did send me rude, nasty and condesending emails HERE’S THE MIDDLE FINGER FOR YOU

NOTE: ..because even though you state that you’ll NEVER read my blog again we both know that you will

I could give a hoot what you think about me or my views. But I do take issue with the notion that I am just some simple minded Tammy Wynett following fool.

Which reminds me of a funny story.

Years ago, I was stuck in a major traffic jam a half block from where I worked. In order NOT to block the intersection.. repeat.. IN ORDER TO NOT BLOCK THE INTERSECTION.. I pulled my car over to the side and slipped in behind a car parked barely legally next to a fire hydrant.

There was another car trying to make the turn onto the street where i had pulled over :: actually, he should have waited until I pulled out :: and was having a difficult time. So he rolled down his passenger side window and yelled:

LEARN TO DRIVE YOU DUMB BITCH.

Now.. freely call me a bitch because I’ll admit that I can be a major one with little effort but DUMB?

Nah.. I don’t think so.

So I grabbed a big, gooey Dunkin’ Donuts blue berry muffinc and threw it. It traveled right through my driver’s side window.. into his passenger side window and SPLAT.. it landed right on his cheek and then slow motioned fell onto his shoulder where it rolled down the front of his shirt and into his lap leaving a trail of crumbs and purple goo.

His face was priceless!!

And I said to him.. “don’t EVER call me DUMB!”

The point I’m trying to make is that I just sit here and type and whatever comes out at any given moment comes out. Nothing is pre-planned, no agenda is being followed.. no Kool-Aid will be served.

And Dude.. I’m one freakin’ person.. nothing I say matters anyway!