Oooppss!

Looks like Superdaddy pissed her off real good this time when he told her he was going to Scout camp with Bubba. Either that or she found my blog.

Will have a faboulous weekend either way.

The story of my life!

Of course. This is the story of my life.

Superdaddy and Bubba are going to Boy Scout camp this weekend, I have a ton of stuff to get done around the house, laundry, yard work, packing for camp next weekend, shopping for jeans for the girls at a second hand store. Guess what? Bet ya already guessed. PIA has decided our tax money and stimulation check was enough money to buy their love temporarily and let them come over this weekend. I have missed them girls so much, but why do they have to come over when I have like 48 hours worth of shit to do crammed into 24 hours a day????? Good thing what I had planned to do didn't actually cost money to do (except for the shopping for jeans) and been budgeted for. Told ya she could mess up a wet dream. The kicker is...it is not our weekend!!!

Perhaps I can con them into helping with the yard work instead of killing each other in the back yard over bubbles or bicycles? Yeah right. Perhaps they will get their bedroom cleaned up? Hell a mother/step-mother can dream can't she?

Superdaddy still does not know what this week holds for him and work. Part of me wished he delivered commodities (food and household products) so I knew he would always have work, but then again, that would leave him home less and driving coast to coast instead of regionally.

Going's on

The "bone" yard still needs some work. Quite a bit of work actually. Yesterday was not a good day to do yard work. It poured all day. In fact, I went to scout camp with Miss J's school yesterday in the rain. I almost got "lunch time detention" yesterday for playing in the mud puddles. Perhaps this weekend I will be able to do some more yard work. I need a long weekend vacation.

Superdaddy's run got cancelled this week again. Sigh. I cannot wait for all of the labor disputes to end so Superdaddy can get a full paycheck again. The money tree in our yard still has not sprouted despite all of the rain. Must be poor soil or something.

Mothers Day

Hope everyone had a wonderful mother's day. This was the first year on mother's day I haven't had the step-kids around; ironically enough. It was kinda quiet around our house. We did house work because it was pouring outside all day.

Today is beautiful outside today. Probably going to try to do yard work today. In our neighborhood they have a court that will give you tickets and such if your grass is higher than 6 inches and you have "debris" in your yard. We have a "bone" yard of atv parts laying around. I am gonna try to organize it and get the grass cut today. Perhaps I will succeed.

Wrong profession!!

How Much Is Mom Worth? $117,000, Site Says

Working At Home Would Often Add Overtime Pay
POSTED: 10:51 am EDT May 9, 2008

If a stay-at-home mom could be financially compensated, she'd bring home nearly $117,000 a year.

That's according to an annual pre-Mother's Day study released by Salary.com, which studies workplace compensation.

For the past eight years, Salary.com has calculated mothers' market value by studying pay for tasks such as child care and housekeeping.

This year's stay-at-home mom figure is $116,805 per year, while the working mom figure is $68,405. Both are down from last year because of a change in study methodology.
The range of at-home value for a working mother varies from $36,680 to $104,767, according to the site.

The numbers were based on a survey of moms who averaged a 94-hour workweek. If moms were in the workplace, they'd be spending more than half their working hours on overtime.
Salary.com also provides a tool that allows you to calculate the value of the mother in your life and even cut a pretend check for that amount.
Distributed by Internet

This is precisely why PIA can sit on her butt and I have to work. I make less than the "working" mom figure. Like by 1/3!!! I think I should quit my job and start staying at home and collecting.


Happy mothers day to anyone who is a mother, step-mother, grandmother, mother in waiting, mother of an angel. Heck HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE!!

Here we go...

He is home YEAH!

Paycheck Boo! The strike happening has brought him home early. That means half a paycheck.

Maybe today he will fix the light switches or the light fixtures. I have a "honey do" list that is almost 12 inches long.

Another strike :(

His run is affected yet again by striking workers. Well it is not officially affected yet, it will be in the near future. The plant he delivers for walked out today apparently.

I think one of the hardest things I am having to cope with currently is not enough time. Superdaddy is home on the weekends most weekends and well I have to share him with the kids and errands and such. It sucks. This weekend he had to run up north Friday and come home Saturday evening. My Saturday evening was spent a the skating rink with my girl scout troop. We were like breezes passing in the night. Sunday we had house chores and outdoor chores to do and then just like that he was gone again.

I hate the fact that there are things that need to be done around the house and he is not around to help out. Like the hall light switch needs to be replaced, the bedroom light fixtures need to be replaced, the kitchen ceiling fan, the screen door. Sheesh I guess it sounds like our home is falling apart. I guess I should enroll in the Home depo do it "herself" classes.

I have spent quite a lot of time on the subject of PIA lately. Sorry you guys have heard so much about her. I cannot believe I have allowed her to bring out a whole wrath of anger in myself. We have not seen the girls since March when I took the girl scouts to camp. It has been 4 weeks since I seen them, 6 weeks since Superdaddy seen them. I have a feeling since his mother is talking to PIA again, the visits will get spaced further and further apart until the courts have to step in again. Maybe since she got the tax refund, she will have enough money to buy their love for a few weeks and she will lay off.

Here is to a better week.

Baby Mamma Drama

Things should start looking up from here on out. We bought a used van this weekend. Another gas guzzler I'm afraid. It is in great shape for being 18 years old. Barney will be going to the shop Thursday to get its oil pump changed by our son and his auto shop class. Mom found a reasonable car that she got this weekend as well. Everyone has wheels now YEAH!!!

PIA she really is something else. I told Superdaddy he should have been slapped just for thinking about screwing her. I have decided she is like a herpe's sore. Not pretty to look at, causes a bunch of pain and aggravation, can screw up a good weekend let alone a steamy dream, and well lets face it, THERE IS NO CURE!! All I want to know is how much money does it take to buy two little girl's love? PIA is living fat at the moment and we are eating mac n cheese and hot dogs again; SIGH. And she is taking Superdaddy back to court for more money. Love does not provide for children now a days, and well all she has to offer is love and Superdaddy's money because she will not get a job.

New friend from a while ago and her hubby and kid came by last week to visit. Her hubby was trying to fix barney for us and well tore it apart and then had a temper tantrum and left it in pieces for me (nice friend huh) and well my heart is broken. New Friend or her husband took money out of my purse. Not like it was a lot of money only $8.00 but I cannot trust them in my home again. I hope they at least bought their kid milk with the money and not pills like I know they buy.

Life has me in a holding pattern. Stress has my body in a vice grip.

She is pleased

PIA got the income tax thing she has been waiting for. Probably got her tax rebate as well. Who knows.

Who needs to work? There is welfare!

Someone who does not have a job needs to quit bitching about money and get off her fat ass and get a job. Superdaddy works night and quits driving at like 4 am or so. PIA has the common courtesy to dial up the phone at the butt crack of dawn at 8:30 am and cuss him out about income tax returns. Bitch needs to wait her damn turn and let the IRS have their turn first. She is supposed to get married this weekend, looks like the tax return didn't come in time to pay for the wedding so they may have to postpone it. BUMMER! Bitch needs to get the girls beds before she pays for the wedding.

She told him she is taking him back to court because he has $3,000 in back child support to pay. I told Superdaddy we would fix her ass and quit sending in payments until she drags him back to court so we could have bail money. Just get a money order weekly for his payment and take it with him. If you want things in life and to go places in life you need to work at a job not sit on your ass and collect welfare and child support. Everyone knows, it takes 2 incomes to raise a child (or 4 in her case) and apparently, she doesn't have to work. She must be the exception to the rule.

Goings on

Superdaddy has been getting the run around from work. They bring him home on the weekends and the last two weekends, he has had to fight with dispatch to get home. It would not be a big deal, but last weekend was Girl Scout camp and he was trying to fix barney (which happened on Sunday) and this weekend, he was trying to fix another car for mom to drive (that didn't happen). The blue van not so fixable. It is not the lifters as once thought, it is a rod that threw SHIT!! Just cannot catch a break.

PIA is supposedly getting married this weekend (will believe it when I see it).

It snowed yesterday!! Not enough to stick, but a blizzard none the less. Today, we could use the AC on.

One day at a time!

To my children

If you are 30 or older you will think this is hilarious.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning ... uphill BOTH ways. And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today.

You've got it so easy!

I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a Utopia! And I hate to say it but you kids today you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog! There was no email! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox and it would take like a week to get there!

There were no MP3's or Napsters! You wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself! Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio and the D.J. would usually talk over the beginning!

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called they got a busy signal, that's it! And we didn't have fancy Caller ID Boxes either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your mom, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, a collections agent, you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy Sony Playstation video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'asteroids' your guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!! And there were no multiple levels or screens it was just one screen forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

When you went to the movie theater there no such thing as stadium seating! All the seats were the same height! If a tall guy or some old broad with a hat sat in front of you and you couldn't see, you just couldn't see!

Sure, we had cable television, but back then that was only like 15 channels and there was no on screen menu and no remote control! You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were out of luck when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your behind and walk over to the TV to change the channel and there was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying!?! We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little brat!

And we didn't have microwaves if we wanted to heat something up we had to use the stove or go build a frigging fire! Imagine that! If we wanted popcorn, we had to use that stupid Jiffy Pop thing and shake it over the stove forever like an idiot.

We also played outside and refused to come inside at any time of the year…we fought to stay outside not to stay inside

That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You are spoiled. You would not have lasted five minutes back in 1980!

Regards,
The over 30 Crowd

Throw me a life jacket -

I'm drowning!!

It has not quit raining at our home. My van engine took a crap Wednesday before Easter, the Omni still has not ran since we got it. We keep dumping money in it for mom. Hell it practically has been rebuilt under the hood. The whole cooling system, head gasket, valve cover gasket and such. The monster truck Superdaddy got this weekend died on the way home. Simple coil apparently, but still no keys to drive it so we need a locksmith, a windshield, turn signals (they aren't working), tune up, oil change, trans fluid changed. Barney lovingly named because of the size and color has been awesome to us. It has been in a hurricane 3 1/2 years ago, gone to Mt. Rushmore on the family vacation; hell we have doubled the miles on it in 6 1/2 years. I was thinking to myself how impressed I was that it has over 166,000 miles on it and we haven't had any major problems. Then as I pulled into the driveway, the belt started squeaking. Not good, but not bad. The idler tension pulley broke off into the engine and it needs a oil sending unit replaced. Basically Barney is immobile until further notice. If there was a bridge close, and it wasn't raining, and it wasn't 30 degrees, I would jump. I throw in the towel and wave the white surrender flag. I am not coping!!

Not to mention we are going camping with girl scouts this weekend and I need Barney!

Should have stayed in bed

For shits sake I should have stayed in bed. This am I took our dog Killer and our cat to an animal vaccine fair. Things were going swimmingly. Superdaddy went to look at a "beast" of a car he saw on Craig List. It was not as good as the seller made it out to be so Superdaddy talked him down. Great. Saved us $200. The damn thing died in the way home. My cousin was with him when he got it, so said cousin pushed it with his father's beast of a car and his beast over heated. Of course. The car Superdaddy and cousin were fixing for my mom still does not work. They replaced the head gasket, the valve cover gasket, and plugs, wires, distributor. Damn thing turns over just won't start. So after a long cold day outside, causin went home (about 30 miles away or so) and we sat down to eat dinner. Believe it or not, the tire fell off while he was driving his father's truck home. Good thing his parents knew he was coming over to help with the Omni but bad thing it happened to him while he was driving and his parents were out of town. To make matters worse, his folks are the ones that hold grudges and lay blame wherever possible. So, after successfully purchasing another vehicle for my mother, Superdaddy and I to share, the Omni still does not work, the minivan still has a blown engine, and we only have 1 car after all and we are down $700 or so.

The best thing that happened today was we got the vaccines for free.

De'ja' Vu

Last night was a very difficult conversation with Bubba. He told me about a friend of his who he didn't want to converse with on the phone. He wanted to text her. Puzzling I know. She switched schools just before Easter to a neighboring school district. Why did she have to switch, did she move? Nope she got pregnant and baby daddy told his friends she was a whore. That girl is 14 or 15; Bubba's age (same age as I when I got pregnant with Superdaddy's baby way when). My heart hurts just thinking about it. I guess when she told the daddy, he promised her the world and then she was being called these names and well, I hope she smarted up with him.

Continuing letter to past

9th grade, that was a blast. Too bad for Bubba now, I already know the tricks. If mom only knew what I really did when she dropped me off at school, she would kill me. Superdaddy what the hell were we thinking? Your mom/step father would have killed us as well if he ever found out. I guess I don't understand how or why you quit coming around. I know what reason you gave and it makes perfect sense but it still hurt like a bitch. I guess forever meant unless parents interfered.

High school sucked without Superdaddy in it to be honest. When Bubba was conceived, it was even harder. I had to prove to myself that being a teenage mom would be ok and I would not fail like they expected me to. Hell I thought SD and I would stay together until I caught his pecker in another girl. I then wished I hadn't ever told him about the baby and part of me wishes he was not there to share in the birth of Bubba. That was precious time and he didn't deserve to be part of it. Perhaps things would have turned out different who knows. When Bubba had to have surgery, I wish I could have turned back the clock to never tell SD. I was absolutely disgusted that you brought your whore to the hospital with both of you stoned out of your mind to see him. I was there, studying for school finals and you and her were stoned. Proud parent of the year you were. Asshole. Should have clued me in then. Child support was the promise I kept to SD. It has been 14 years with out any financial support. You child knows that. He knows you care for the other kids even your second oldest M who you don't see. I don't regret it other than I could have banked it for Bubba's education. We did just fine without you SD. Your loss not mine. Saturday Bubba's revised birth certificate came in the mail. Saturday was "Adoption Day" at our home. Saturday, you officially were relieved of your "fatherly sperm donor" duties to our child. Saturday you became a no body in our home. I need to thank you for giving me a very handsome heart breaker of a son who will grow up to make some lucky lady very happy one day.

DA Lord have Mercy. I am still very angry at you DA. You were my rock. You helped me to be open and honest with myself. You showed me I mattered. You treated Bubba like your own child. You made a difference in his young life. What the hell happened? I will never forgive Billy and Louie for introducing you to the "ultimate high". I know they didn't put a gun to your head but still. I cannot help but wonder if you hadn't tried it how things would have turned out. You opened my eyes to many wonderful things. For that I am eternally grateful. You let me explore my wants and needs and that is who I am today. I am no longer afraid to try different things. You and I made a beautiful little girl. She was your world. Why did heroin take that away from you and her? I will never understand. Miss J turned 10 last week. I cannot help but remember the night she was born. We barley made it to the hospital. That was one night I know you were stone cold sober. I wish that was enough to help you stay clean but Lord knows it wasn't. When we married, I intended to be married for life not for a while. I am sorry that I was not able to save our marriage. I was not willing to place our family on the back burner to heroin and your addiction. Thank you for our beautiful baby girl. She misses you so much.

To be continued another day.

Happy Easter!

The girls were sick this week. PIA only let them come over Saturday because it was the girl's birthday party. When Superdaddy went over their house on Friday, Miss G was only flushed but she was running around like a mad woman. Miss M was playing possum and clinging for attention to PIA. When PIA is nervous, she runs her mouth and boy does she spill it. For instance, she spilled that her fiancee (they are getting married 4/18 hopefully) does not indeed live in a trailer as she has insisted in the past. His parents own a trailer up north. He does not make $25 an hour driving a box truck he makes $11. She has applied for SSI disability due to a rare liver disease (from taking tyl.enol with codeine as a child) that enables her to sit on her butt because she don't want to work. She is capable of working as her liver is sick just not as sick as her hypocondriact-ness makes it out to be.

Saturday we got the papers in the mail to make Superdaddy official. Heaven forbid something happen to me before my children are old. SD will have to fight Superdaddy to have Bubba. He has not been a father for over 14 years. There has been no contact at all from SD except for an Email on Bubba's birthday since May 4, 2007 and that was a text message to tell me that his grandma died and that in fact was from his wife.

Hope everyone had a blessed Easter.

Karma the Bitch

Today was supposed to be a great day off. Today I had to take Miss J to the doctor. She keeps having sore throats. She will have her tonsils out right after school lets out this year. On the way to pick Chicky up from school, the car started making this "noise". One I have never heard before. Great I was thinking. I forgot to check the oil. No dice, I dumped 2 quarts of oil in and it is successfully 1.5 quarts too much. Seems I blew a rod or better yet a lifter. Karma the bitch bit me for all the evil things I have said about PIA and MIL this past week.

Since mom's truck got jacked, she has used Superdaddy's van. Now my van is shot. Looks like I better get better walking shoes and learn to car pool. Good thing the white fluffy cold stuff is going away soon. May have to jump my fat ass on a bicycle and loose some weight.

Look Out!

This weekend found me keeled over in bed with the flu. Friday was Miss J's birthday. She is a whopping 10. Where has the time gone? I will dedicate a post to her tomorrow. And then today is Miss G's birthday. She will have her own post on Tuesday.

As predicted by my crystal ball, PIA did the most foolish; ignorant thing this weekend. Remember last Sunday Miss S came over? Remember Superdaddy seen PIA's truck in MIL's driveway? This weekend PIA had Miss G's birthday sleepover. She had Miss J and Chicky spend the night. When I picked them up PIA stopped me at the door and told me how horrible Miss J was. How absolutely disrespectful she was and how she was a big ass liar. I was so shocked to say the least. Miss M and Chicky were so happy that Miss S was there. I didn't see her though. Through talking on the way home, it was revealed MIL was there for the party and what not. She had heart failure because Miss S was at our home and the bitch had my husband's family at her home for G's birthday. Had I known MIL would be there, my girls would not have gone there. In fact, I have decided, that PIA and MIL will not be around my girls at all. Superdaddy needs to try to get the kids away from her. She has taught them to lie and be deceitful; exactly the kind of people this country needs for the future.

Whole family again!!

For about 5 hours Sunday, our family was whole once again. Now to find the underlying cause of the "wholeness".

MIL allowed Miss S to come over and visit. She spend a great deal of time with Superdaddy being that he just got home Sunday morning. It was a blessing. When she was playing with the girls, Miss G decided to call PIA from S's phone. That sent off the PIA tornado. We will have to wait and see what the near future holds. I took the girls home while Superdaddy stayed with S and the kids. In turn, when Superdaddy took Miss S home, it appeared PIA was parked in MIL's driveway. What kind of shit is that? Calling him going off on him about S being at the house around her kids. WTF? I guess Let the games begin.

Superdaddy went to his brother's house yesterday to talk to him. I guess the house is hit. The fire tried to go to the garage but somehow managed to spare it. Superdaddy bought a snowmobile from him and a power washer from him. That power washer looks powerful enough to spray the concrete off the ground.

Miss J turns 10 Friday and Miss G; 9 on Monday. Drama sucks!!