Posts Tagged ‘Thanksgiving’

.. but of course this would be my favorite cartoon!

While I’m thinking about it now, I want to take the time to wish each and every one of you a Happy Thanksgiving.

I had planned on doing it on the actual DAY but y’all know how I am.. my mind is like a sieve something and with everything I have to do up until dinner is over, I may not have the time. So I figured I would do it early .. instead of late.

Usually I’m late so take it for what it’s worth.

I’m trying here, people!!

At any rate, I hope your Thanksgiving is filled with love, happiness, family, friends and of course, thanks for the things you have in life and not getting all pissy about the thinks you don’t.

Everyday we wake up IS truly a blessing.

So Happy Thanks from me to you …

And don’t each too much dinner .. the holiday season has just begun!

.. I usually have an “Wanna Annoy Me” post every now and again but there were too many things today that just crawled up my ass so I figured I’d go easy on you guys and just enter one post.

Actually.. that’s not all together true. I just got back from the laundromat with 5 :: count ’em 5 :: hampers so stuffed with clean clothes that I’ll never get the wrinkles out to fold that multiple posts just isn’t Father Time’s hourglass.



Things that annoyed me today:

  1. I cut my bangs too short. I have this crazy curly hair that just magically shortens by 5 inches when you cut it. I usually leave it to the professionals :: which, I WAS one before I let my license expire :: but it got on my nerves so bad today that I dry cut it. This.. for all you non-professionals out there is when you cut your hair.. dry. Meaning, not wet. Meaning you just get done blow drying your hair and you can’t stand the way it fall into your face and annoys you that you grab the nearest scissors you can find and just start chopping. That’s a “dry cut”. The problem is when you cut your bangs yourself, you kind of get cross eyed. So it’s not a pretty thing to witness. So what was once a bang length down to my chin is now a bang length just in the middle of my eye. Too short. Long term baseball cap wear-age definitely in my future.
  2. Men who wear tighty-whities. I am allowed to say that out loud because Chief is among the tighty-whitie wearers and I am the one who has to launder his tighty-whities. I used to roll my eyes at the Spawn from Satan’s Ass because he wore tighty-non-whities and it just looked ridiculous but if there is one kind thing I can say about the Spawn, it’s that he spared me from looking at and having to handle stained underwear. And we all know underwear gets stained.. PLEASE don’t try to convince me that your’s doesn’t. My question is.. how are you not EMBARASSED by it? I have been know to wear underwear on occassion :: yes, I usually go “commando” :: but even then, one little thing that isn’t suppose to be there and they get chucked in the trash. Buried deep. So no one can see them.
  3. People who drive with handicap placards hanging from their rear view mirror. Because.. like.. it clearly states DO NOT HANG WHILE DRIVING. I know.. because my dad :: RIP :: used to have one. If you’re going to do that then I’m going to assume your handicap is of the mental variety and you shouldn’t be driving anyway. Therefore, I can’t help what comes out of my mouth when you decide your going to make a UTurn on a four lane highway from the far right lane, while I’m in the middle lane. Jerk off.
  4. .. and speaking of stuff hanging from rear view mirrors. What’s with all the damn plastic leis all of a sudden? Did I miss a memo? Forget to invite me to a party. Get that dumb shit off.
  5. People who think THEIR time is WAY MORE valuable then mine. You know the whole issue we’re having with Bubba and school, right? Well, I’ve been in email communication with his primary teacher and since today was report card day, she suggested that I go to the high school at 4:30 so that I can have a sit down meeting with all his teachers. 4:30. I KNOW she said 4:30. I KNOW she said 4:30 because when she said 4:30 all kinds of things started running through my head like, “Will Chief be able to close the store and come with?” .. “Do I leave Bubba home alone?”.. “Will I be able to pick Bubba up at 2:20 and then go to the wholesalers and make it back in time?” .. so yea.. I KNOW she said 4:30. So what happens? I get to the school at 4:30 and no one. Anywhere. I check the library where we were suppose to meet and it’s empty except for someone that’s somewhere in the back who won’t respond to my HELLOs or EXCUSE MEs only to make an appearance after I roamed all over an empty school :: so much for fucking security :: and happen to see the above mentioned someone in the middle of the library vacuuming. When asked the whereabouts of the teachers, she looked at me in disgust and told me that report cards weren’t going to be given out until 6… with an attitude. But no bigger then the one I was already carrying around. So I drive back to the shop fuming and then drive back to the school fuming and when finally face to face with the primary teacher, she tells me that she smugly told me that she had something to do. If Bubba’s education was NOT as important as it is I would have dropped the cow on her fat ass. Immediately.
  6. My father in law telling me he can’t believe I stayed with his son this long. That annoyed me. Maybe because it’s true and I know it’s true. Dunno. Must ponder that one.
  7. Missing school pictures. OH how that annoyed me! If you read some of my recent previous posts, you know that the Crack Whore was throwing up accolades in my direction because I sent her a message that I had Spaz’s school picture for her. Well, today, Spaz got out of school early and because .. well, I don’t really know “because” .. anyway, he called the Crack Whore and she how ever it happened, she came by the shop and took him somewhere. I was in the back.. didn’t see her.. didn’t care. BUT I figured when I got home, I better sort out the pictures because I wanted to put which ever ones in the Thanksgiving cards I got for Chief’s brother, my mom, etc. So when I get home.. there’s no 8×10. There WAS an 8×10 because I ordered and 8×10.. and even if I didn’t think I ordered an 8×10, I clearly remember the day that Spaz came home with them and pulled the 8×10 out of the envelope because I told him to put it back before his sticky candy fingers smudged it. I have a wall lined with their 8×10 school pictures so I know there was one. So I call the Crack Whore and leave a message to have Spaz call me because there’s a missing 8 x fucking 10 picture missing. About an hour and a half goes by and he calls and asks if I want to talk to him and I ask him if he took the picture. He said no.. and if there was ever a time that I could tell this child was lying it was then. The pause.. the stutter.. all neon arrows. He tells me that I didn’t order one. Now.. excuse me.. my brain cells are not swimming in anything chemical. It’s sharp as a tack so to try and convince me that I didn’t order one only inflamed me more. That and the fact that the edging that was on the 8 x fucking 10 picture was cut. And not in a straight line. We had issues with pictures before, me and the Crack Whore. Especially when she stole Weed’s prom picture. Yes. You read that right. STOLE. So I’m not putting it past her that she asked about the pictures and Spaz gave her the 8 x fucking 10. What I’m more pissed about is that she made him lie about it. So tonight at dinner, after he came home from her crack den, I told him that I wanted the picture back. That no one but me and him knew where the pack was. He started pulling his drama queen shit which further proved he had lied. So Chief gave him the opportunity to come clean saying that it’s understandable if he did because he’s just a little boy but he had to be honest about it. Which of course, made Sarah Bernhardt rise from the dead. And so I got pissed. Because I paid the $60 that I didn’t have for these pictures and I told Chief, he could call her all he wants.. she’s not going to ‘fess up to it. Because she never does. But I will tell you one thing.. in a few days that picture is going mysteriously turn up.. or I’m going to hear, “oh.. I forgot!’ or “I didn’t know you were talking about THAT picture”. I’ll bet you any amount of money on that.
  8. Supermarkets that tell you that you CANNOT get the free turkey that is owed you for spending over three hundred dollars on their discount card because you lost the receipt that says you are entitled to a free turkey because you spent over three hundred dollars on their discount card. Since my father in law is coming over for dinner Thursday, I need a fucking turkey. Because as un-traditional as Chief is.. he CAN’T have ham :: of which I have one frozen in the freezer :: on Thanksgiving. It HAS to be turkey. It’s the TRADITION. I rolled my eyes at him and said, “.. you’re fucking kidding me, right?” Which, of course, he wasn’t. So I drive over to the supermarket .. grab a frozen bird :: AND thinking that if any bird deserved to be frozen right then it was Chief’s :: and when I get to the counter I remember that I don’t have the coupon. Not only don’t I have the coupon but I realize that I have no clue where it’s at. No problem. I have my discount card on my keyring. So I run out to the car to get my keys :: yes, I put my keys in the glove box if I know I’m not going to need a damn discount card because I always lose them and my car has coded locks so it’s not like I’d be locked out. :: come back into the store only to have the cashier tell me that I need the coupon. UH-UH! I have the discount card. She says it doesn’t matter.. that she has to ring up the card along with the coupon and bedlam ensues. Because I want someone who gets paid more then the cashier does to tell me that my discount card is NOT good enough.. because if the damn card can tell them everything about everything I’ve purchased then why the hell can’t it tell them that I get a free turkey. But of course, this is the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and the crowd behind me is looking for things to impale me with so I told her that I would return tomorrow to speak with the manager. Then I went home and told Chief we were starting a new tradition and having ham, dammit.
  9. Cats that chew on a ridiculously expensive pair of boots that have been stored in the deepest, darkest depth of my closet since last winter REALLY ANNOY me. I mean REALLY annoyed me. Annoyed me so much that I started to believe that the author of “Puss In Boots” had a cat that chewed on a ridiculously expensive pair of boots and made him pay for it dearly. Or maybe that’s what I was thinking when I found my boots were chewed. Hard to tell. I was annoyed.

Well.. I think y’all had enough of my ranting for now. I still have two hampers of laundry to fold and the laptop battery is running low.

Wish me a better day tomorrow.. either that, or send me a REALLY good recipe for spiked egg nog!

So.. yea…

Before I go into the emails that I got from the Crack Whore, I have to fill you in on a few things regarding the kids.

Weed has completed the G.E.D course but needs $75 to register for the actual test. I told him last week that I would give him a money order for the amount next week when my unemployment check came in. He said that the Crack Whore told the judge :: his GED was court ordered.. or something like that :: that she would pay for the test but that wasn’t happening. Because, yknow, the windfall from her bogus lawsuit only lasted about 10 days. Damn that week spent in Atlantic City.

Bubba is back living with us and things didn’t get any better until Friday when I got an email from his teacher saying, basically, that he’s acting like an asshole.. not doing any work in school.. and she’s sick of it. He has now lost ALL liberties. He’s grounded.. the laptop was taken away.. he can only use the computer for school work (with supervision) .. no playstation.. AND I have the joy of picking him up from school everyday to keep him honest.

But on a good note, he isn’t acting up about it at all and has really been pretty good about it. Not that he has a choice, mind you, but I’ll give credit where credit is due and he isn’t acting all Eyeore-ish about it.

Spaz’s school pictures came in and I have a parent / teacher conference on Monday morning.

Okay.. so..

Considering ALL the drama that went on with Bubba and the Crack Whore last month, Chief asked me to email her about Bubba’s latest mis-adventures so that SHE would know what the dealio was and not believe Bubba and his violin playing. I also told her that I had school pictures for her.

Because, yknow.. I’m not that much of a bitch that I wouldn’t give her school pictures of her kid.

So I email her on Friday afternoon and didn’t hear anything from her until yesterday afternoon:

Hello Leese, I just want to take a minute to thank you for giving me the update on [Bubba’s] progress.I really appreciate it………Thnaks for caring enough to share,also can’t wait to get school pictures .thank you sincerely for thinking of me when it comes to their school pictures and progess

,have a great day and thanks again

….hope you guys have a great thanksgiving,not sure what [Bubba] and [Spaz] are doing for thanksgiving but if you guys dont already have plans ill gladly take the to my moms for dinner.please let me know ,,,,,,thanks again ,,,,[The Crack Whore]

So I email her back and basically tell her the update on Bubba and that the kids were staying at Bird’s house for the weekend but I would ask them about them going with her on Thanksgiving. I also asked her if Weed ever got glasses because Chief had suggested we pay for him to get a pair for Christmas. I also mentioned that we were going to give him the money for his G.E.D.

This is the next email I got:

Leese ,hello again and thank you for responding about the boys 4 thanksgiving Their grandparents and i would love to spend the day of thanks with them…I’m excited i hope they want to come… for [Weed] yes i took him to the eye doctor he has 2 pairs of glasses he also got all his teeth done….i got him a play station 3 system well actually it was bought 4 all the boys as far as what to get [Weed] 4 Xmas i know he loves that 1 play station game that u guys have and play all the time i cant remember the name of it ill find out.I want to thank both of you for helping with the g.e.d money i got him through school ,pushed his ass through the classes but he did it I’m very proud of him …As soon as he has the money were able to schedule him for testing,i would ask that you or [Chief] inform me when u give him the money cause honestly i cant trust him he might just use it to party and i don’t want that.if you like u or [Chief] can give me a call and ill tell you the exact amount it is and you guys can put it in a money order and write it out immediately to the college this way he cant touch it.I’m not doubting [Weed] its just sometimes he puts partying before the important things .please keep this between us i would appreciate that.thanks again for thinking of me w/the school pictures and truly thankful for helping [Weed] with his school money.take care ,be safe and have a great holiday.sincerely [The Crack Whore].Leese i know you work very hard with my children and take very good care of them I also know how much you love them.Their very lucky and blessed to have you and I’m blessed to have my children around such a good woman ,THANK YOU.P.S sorry about the time on the email this is what time i get up for work

Ok.. “.. blessed to have my children around such a good woman”? There’s no way in HELL she wasn’t smoking, swallowing or inhaling something.
And what’s up with the whole “… get up for work”. Well, maybe trolling bars and finding men to pay her rent and cable bill is what she considers work. Not sure. But I guess it COULD be considering she had to do it every month.

Dunno.. and don’t know who long before the current mood wears off.

Funny thing though.. I didn’t tell Chief about the emails or what their content. I don’t know why, exactly. I do know that my still waters have been running deep and I haven’t had the right opportunity to to have a conversation about him about how I’ve been feeling about things going on and how I feel about them.

He tends to just ignore the obvious.. or doesn’t want to deal with the obvious. In fact, tonight when we were watching Dexter, there was a surprise ending that he had picked up on last week.

So after his AH! HA! I TOLD YOU!!! moment, I said to him:

How is it that you are so in tune to the random but oblivious to the obvious?

He was all like “… what do you mean?” .. and I was all “.. just what I said” and he was like, “Tell me! I’m scared…”

But deep down, I know.. it’s just getting HIM to admit it!


Posted: November 28, 2008 in His Family, Holidays
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So the holiday came and went without any drama .. well.. let’s just say any MORE drama then usual.

Chief closed the shop down at noon and wound up cooking the turkey and trimmings at home instead. We finished eating and we wound up playing Call of Duty the rest of the night.

Today Chief let me sleep in and was suppose to close the shop early again but he wound up getting busy so he didn’t come home until 630pm.

So today was really and truly a day off for me. Spazz and Bubba tormented each other all day with the climax being Bubba shoving Spazz’s face into a sandwich. Yknow.. the usual.

Their crack whore mother was suppose to take them yesterday for a few hours but she pleaded sick :: yknow, the usual “sick” you feel when you  mix too much alcohol and zanaz :: Today she was “better” enough to take one of them for an hour or so. Bubba wound up going over because he wanted to use her computer so at least there was alittle quite with both of them seperated.

So now we drudge onto Christmas… between the laptops and video cameras on their wish lists, this is going to be interesting.