Care to move? Again?

As with many of the mid-west states, our state got hammered with snow Saturday and Sunday. The weather forecaster's have been crying wolf the last 2-3 weeks about snow. When most states already got snow, this was the first real snow here. They started predicting it Thursday and again Friday. PIA dropped the girls off in brand new gym shoes and missing the hats and gloves. Never mind the girls were going to day camp all day Saturday in marsh land (camp is built on marsh land). Mother of the year? The reason they didn't have these essential items in December with a snow storm coming you ask? THEY HAVE MOVED YET AGAIN!!! She begged me to ask Superdaddy to help her move the big furniture. Pardon me? You want me to ask him to do you a favor? She didn't ask him until Sunday when she needed someone. According to Miss M, they have to move again because mom didn't pay the rent and they were making them move out. TMI for a 6 year old if you ask me. The last 3 years, the kids have had to move right before or right after the Xmas holiday. They didn't have a tree last year and have yet to get one this year.

I ventured out this weekend and took the kids to the dreaded dollar store; handed them a hand basket and a list and turned them loose. They did well and got something for everyone on their list for a grand total of $128.42. Bubba is the last one to take shopping. We spent a great deal Saturday night on the living room floor with tape, scissors, and paper and had the kids wrap their goods. Not the prettiest outcome, but definitely well worth the effort. The girls were very pleased.

Hang in there bro. Every day is a new day. Wish you were here.

F.E.D.E.X.....SUCKS!!!!

I will never use them again. What the hell makes them think that delivering at 9 am on Monday and then again 9 am Tuesday someone would be home. Make arrangements to have them deliver on Thursday. They fuggin show up on Wednesday. Final attempt no one was home of course because it was not Thursday. I called them last night...bimbo on phone said that because I made arrangements they would deliver today. THEY WILL NOT DELIVER TODAY BECAUSE FINAL ATTEMPT CAME YESTERDAY!!! They are returning my package tomorrow if I do not pick it up before end of day tomorrow. BS THAT IS WHAT IT IS!!!

Topic: PIA and money

Why is it that PIA seems to think I am the FOC bank keeper? She calls at the butt crack of day and asks about scouts then proceeds to grill me on FOC payments. She wants and needs money and she is afraid FOC will take superdaddy back to court if he isn't paying. If the bimbo waits her 2 weeks, she gets her damn check. She calls FOC everyday and they will get tired of it and take superdaddy back to court. PIA would rather have him sit and do 30 days in county jail then wait for money. PIA needs to get off her fat seat and get a damn job. I don't have a problem with paying FOC by any means. Hell love alone will not raise a child her child support is her sole paycheck. Figure that one out.

Who wants to make a wager that the sherriff will be at my door within the next 90 days to lock someone up?

Hey brother, when life hands you lemons, make Mik-es Lemonade. Hang in there. Lovesyoumuch!

Weekend blahs!

Sick and tired already of all the crap that comes with this time of year.

I am not talking about holiday stuff...I am talking about germs and bugs stuff. If I can please have just one whole week where I don't have to take care of a sick kid. This weekend was great. Heck I went shopping, I finished making some gifts, a friend and I were Baking with the girls. Then...BAM!!! Yesterday Chicky had Lower GI issues and of course, Miss J had upper GI projectile issues, followed closely by our dog who also had projectile issues. Going to work with about 2 hours of sleep just sucks.

Part of me wants the holidays to hurry up and come, but then part of me wants it to be next month some time.

Bubba/Cousin's Claim

Bambi killers

This was the first year that Superdaddy has gotten out to go hunting. Him, Bubba, my cousin, and my uncle sported blaze orange gear and took to the woods. No such luck on opening weekend. This weekend, however, my cousin got a little button buck. By little, I mean like the size of my German Shepherd. Sunday before they came home, they hit the woods again. Nada until they went to come home. They decided to push a ditch and rustle up some game and what should come out but a 2 point buck. Bubba got the adrenaline rush and couldn't maneuver the safety in ample time. Cousin got off the first shot (they were together) and hit the spine. Bubba finally got the safety off and went for the kill shot and managed to let the buck wiggle around and got between the shoulder and the elbow instead. Finally, cousin managed to get the shoulder shot and heart. Because cousin got the kill shot Bubba didn't get to claim it and bring it home. Hope to have a few pictures later before the guys process it.

Belated Thankgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to all. This year Thanksgiving proceeded without much adu; Thankfully. With the drama with Mr. J and of course PIA things went off without a hitch. PIA in case you were wondering did not show up and neither did her first or second born. I guess PIA's boyfriend's mother is still in the hospital. She did however drop the girls off on Tuesday when she found out I didn't have to work Wednesday and left me to scramble for a sitter.

The friend I was helping move last weekend is still not out of her home yet. She still has a ton of crap left. Instead of cleaning my house for Thursday, I spent my day off Wednesday off moving her stuff from the old house to the new house. I need a vacation.

This is my year to work the day after so here I am...me myself and I. Heck even the doctors took today off. Phone has not even been ringing. Should have brought some presents in to wrap with all of my "free" time today.

Things I am thankful for this year.
1. Both Superdaddy and myself are gainfully employed
2. Family and friends are Healthy
3. 2 operational vehicles (sorry Lulu)
4. Food on the table and roof over head
5. Friends in cyber land

Hope everyone had a great holiday with lots of time to reflect upon the past year and spend quality time with family and friends.

TGIM

Thank God it is Monday. This weekend was hell. Yes PIA dropped the girls on me. They didn't make it to scouts. PIA was so very sick, she was at the hospital with her boyfriend because his mother had a heart attack all day. She very graciously brought them at 8:30 pm. Saturday was the crop. Aside from Miss G being up my rear end all day wanting my undivided attention, things went well. All three little girls behaved themselves. Afterwards, I went to volunteer my time to a dear friend who lost her home to foreclosure. She has until Nov 22 to move. She has known this date since apparently May 22. Though she didn't find a new home to rent until Nov 2. Point...SHE DIDN'T PACK A DARN THING!!! Friday, I had to pack it up and load the moving truck until about midnight. Hell I tell ya. Sunday...second verse same as the first. Only this time it was beds and appliances.

Guess what I am going to be doing from now until Nov 22 after work? I do not want to live in a home 22 years and loose it. Too much crap to pack. Hope yours was better than mine. I need a weekend to recoup from my weekend. Got any pain relievers for my back and knees?

Can we all do the happy dance? Apparently Mr. J will not be joining us. He would rather live in his less than optimal situation and pray the law doesn't show up than move 55 miles from his girl friend.

Built in baby sitter?

Superdaddy snuck into the house this morning and scared the crap out of me. I am a compulsive snooze hitter in the am. I hate mornings especially cold mornings. I hit snooze and my trusty guard dog stayed by the bed. About 2 minutes later, she is wining and yelping. I open my eyes to yell at her to go back to bed and someone was in the bedroom. He scared the crap out of me.

Damn guard dog should have warned me better.

Why do the kids always get the short end of the stick? PIA is such a looser. Sad to say. Tonight is girl scouts. Tonight the girl's have planned a Thanks giving dinner party to invite their folks to. They made invitations, planned a menu and such. Tonight the girls are collecting canned food items for each person attending to give to a local food bank as a way to give back. Today is a very special day for them. I got a 16 lb turkey for my dinner and 16 lb ham for girl scout dinner.

PIA called me this am. Why you ask? To tell me she will not be there at dinner tonight. What time can she drop the girls off? To tell me that she is not feeling well and that we will have the girls this weekend as well as next weekend. I have a scrapbook crop to go to that I got a sitter for my girls so I could go. Bubba and superdaddy are going to try to bring us home some food from the woods this weekend and next weekend. I will have good quality time with the girls for the next two weeks. Like I don't have anything better to do than watch the girls so she can go do whatever the hell it is she does without the kids. Hell her first and second born could babysit. Just Halloween, she would not let the girls come because Superdaddy was not going to be there. What the hell is this and next weekend about? TORTURE SUPERMOMMY?

Dilemma....what do I do with the girls seeing how i will not have my kids this weekend?

Oh yeah, and it appears that brother in law (MR. J) will be here this weekend with FIL.

Lord help me.

Being bigger SUCKS!

Why is it that when you suck it up and be the bigger person it sucks so bad (even if you don't have much choice)? PIA called Superdaddy and informed him she didn't have plans for the upcoming Turkey holiday so we can have the girls. Superdaddy took the opportunity to accept the offer. Fine with me. Apparently, she has no place to go with the other kids as well. He offered to have them over too. Oh yeah and to suck it up if she happens to come as well. Karma will be bad to me if I voice my opinion. She brought herself down trailer trash lane and that doesn't mean our kids have to follow. Fine with me. Hell even her first born and second born can come; attitude and all. Holidays are for families and she will never be part of my family. Why can't she go to her boyfriend's family's house.

She made it clear in the divorce papers she gets Turkey holiday. Why is it that for the last 2 years (since being with boyfriend) she has ditched the girls with us? Not that I mind.

Know how big of a turkey you need to get to feed say.....14 people?

Oh yeah one more tidbit; SD (sperm donor) still has not called to see if Bubba is coming to his house or his family's house for the holiday. Suprised much? Child hasn't spoken words since SD's grandmother's funeral. Maybe we should invite baby mama #2 and her offspring over as well. Would be a well rounded mix in our home.

Being the bigger person SUCKS!!!

Running on empty

Just not enough time in the day when you are working alone. This weekend was totally a bust. Superdaddy was in ER on Thursday with pains. Pain's = kidney stones! That busted him for the weekend pretty much. I love when he makes a "to do" list. He checks off the first one and leaves the rest for me. We did succeed in obtaining a super nice gun cabinet for dirt cheep. Too bad it entailed me moving around all of our bedroom furniture and such to fit it into our bedroom. Now they are all secure and safe. The bedroom however...forget it.

This weekend coming up will be mighty quiet. Superdaddy and bubba are going to hunt for bambi's father and mother. The girls will be with my friend and the step-girls will be with PIA unless of course she decides to drop them and not pick them up.

Where exactly has this year gone? It is almost Thanksgiving. Don't remind me that xmas is right around the corner. I could crawl under the rug and cover my eyes and ears. I am not ready for the holiday's yet.

Adios from work

I guess it is time to say goodbye to blogging from work. Boss lady (lets call her Martha) has really angered me to no end. Who really cares anyways?

She has crossed the line. I am certain if she can track the internet access from my computer she will have heart failure.

What right does Martha have to dig into personal stuff and then use it against you? She slithered her way to my office today. Asked how superdaddy was doing, girl scouts, boy scouts, and the kids. She then proceeded to tell me about her personal life with the kids and her new hubs. The witch then tells me I need to separate personal stuff with work stuff. Like personal conversations with other co workers (aka herself) and to tidy up my area from all the kid stuff (aka pictures). The "princess" that shares an office with me has a collage of pictures of her brats on the wall. Mine have been segregated to the cork board. Not to mention that Martha has pictures of her grand kids all over her door. Something about too many personal things happening at work. My personal life has taken over.

Perhaps her ball busting is the reason her assistant "Mary" is leaving. Martha tried to make Mary into a marionette puppet. She wanted Mary to spy on coworkers and report back to her. She busted Mary down last month after prompting Mary about home life (I found that out today). Seems to be a pattern.

Know of anyone who is hiring?

Gonna be a new mommy

You heard that correctly.







Before you break out the congratulations.....







It is for a 17 year old brother in law. He is not in a good situation, so it appears he will be moving in here around Thanksgiving.

Good Lord help me.

Grey Hair Already?

Where did this grey hair come from?

This weekend was so super busy I am exhausted. Our pipe is clogged up and a friend (NF from previous post) was helping me with laundry. Instead of me sitting in a laundry mat, she washed and dried clothes for me during the week while she was at home and I paid her. Yesterday I was folding the clothes and sorting them out and founds some interesting things. I found barbie purse, hair brush, ink pen, 2 barbie shoes (they didn't match), belt, 2 condoms. Yeah my thought exactly. WTF? Superdaddy and Bubba were out hunting and I looked at "the find" and was trying to decide what to do. Bubba is 14 and we have had "that talk" and I did offer to go to the store and get some for him. I just was shocked. The thought did cross my mind about Superdaddy seeing how he is on the road more than he is home. When Superdaddy called, I mentioned to him to talk to Bubba and being responsible and such. Then I was thinking...SD (sperm donor) was just 15 when I got pregnant with Bubba. Please Lord, grant me patience to deal with puberty.

Cannot get much worse

Go ahead and laugh. I guess if I cannot laugh about it, I will cry. Today on my way to work I ran out of gas. Never mind Superdaddy doesn't get paid until tomorrow (if OO sends his check in the mail) other wise we have no cash until Tuesday. I guess when the gas light comes on, it means gas NOW not after work. Top it off...Halloween dance with 25 giggling girl scouts is tonight.

Funny part, same place just on opposite sides of the light that my aunt ran out of gas on Monday.

This week sure has been sucky.

Venting

There has to be some crap in the air we breathe. Something that is causing bitchiness and stress. I cannot take it much more. My mother is driving me nuts!!! She is so cranky lately. She hangs up the phone on me one more time and I will go postal. Un-freekin-believable.

God, Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. Courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.

I am not coping and IT SUCKS!!

Rambling

Ever felt like you were suffocating? Like there was no light at the end of the tunnel? The other shoe has fallen and you have yet recovered from the first shoe?

Not coping today.

Shits and Giggles

As promised the pictures of mom's truck. Notice the kids washing the truck at the car wash. Notice Chicky in her pretty "church" dress walking in front of grandma's truck at the car wash.



This is the long shot from the sidelines at the car wash. This is what it looked like. So you get the picture. Notice Bubba and his sexy doo. The boys in background screwing around seeing who can get who soaked with the hose.

Ahhh...the end result. The cops said no pictures in the impound lot. My vigilante mother, who at the request of supermommy, smuggled a camera into the lot and took requested pictures.

Who has the engine? Windshield wiper? How about the battery? Transmission anyone?

Bastards used superdaddy's tow strap see the green thing? Where are the wheels?

We found tires! Where is the cap to the bed? Oh yeah, they took the tail gate too. Too bad it didn't stay up.

They left the steering wheel but busted the ignition. What is up with the rope? They took the empty soda cans! The piece next to the glove box was a "slot" that my mom put her sun glasses case in. Probably big enough to hold a box of cigarettes. Apparently the truck they were fixing up needed it.

Rather barren truck if you ask me. Do you think it is worth salvaging? From the date on the wind shield, it was found on Miss J's dad's birthday; 10/15.


You see the ground? There are no wheels the Axel is on the ground.

The truck has been found

1990 Chevy Sierra pickup truck has been found. Damn thing was an antique. Main city by our house found it. Mom called the impound lot and got the scoop.

They took the hood, front end, grill, steering column is busted, the battery, the transmission, all 4 tires and smashed the bed to it. So do you think it is salvageable? We hope to get a picture of it today or tomorrow. I will post it for shits and giggles.

Recapping the weekend

Do I ever need a vacation. This weekend was one that I have been dreading. I have been threatening the girls to go clean their room with trash bags for like ever. This weekend, I followed through and did it. The 5 girls share one giant room. We have a bungalow and they have the entire upstairs. I spend about 5 hours up there on Saturday between running to get Bubba from BS camp to go to home coming dance and picking Superdaddy up at work, I ran out of time.

You want to know what lazy girls I have? They were too lazy to put clean clothes in the dressers. They claimed the drawers were full of clothes that fit and didn't fit. The drawers were EMPTY!! Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. Now I have like 100 loads of laundry to do because of the dog hair. Ugg.

Sunday was spent cleaning the toy boxes out. Another weekend project. Never the less, supermom prevailed and came out like 6 trash bags less and 6 trash bags of toys to donate. Yeah me. Unfortunately, we still have about 3 hours of work left to do. Have to sort through some books and one more pile of toys and then the room will be up to par.

Today will be a very hard day for Miss J. Today is her father's and grandmother's birthday. Both are deceased. RIP Miss J's dad and MIL. We will try to get to the cemetery this weekend or next depending on what happens. Hope your weekend was as productive as mine was/wasn't.

Damn laundry still hasn't figured out how to do itself Hummppphhh!!