Thursday, December 20, 2012

Happy birthday baby girl....

Hello Dearies....

Today has been a bittersweet day for me.

It's Midget's birthday! I can't believe my baby girl is 11! Yesterday she told me she's an adult. My response? Get a job!

I was in such a bad place when I found out I was pregnant with Midget. I had just taken my 2 sons and left my husband. It was the right move, but I did it wrong. I moved from Deadbeat's house in with Fatass. Looking back at the hell I put my kids through with that man makes me want to cry.

I didn't have my head on right when I found out I was pregnant. I begged Fatass to take me to the clinic so I could get rid of the baby. I had my 2 boys, I didn't want anymore kids. The only thing Fatass ever did right in his lifetime was to tell me no. I know it was harsh. I know it would have been the biggest mistake of my life. I know some of you will judge me. 

Since I was due on Christmas eve, the doctor asked if I wanted to have her early. With 2 small boys at home, I didn't want to be in the hospital on Christmas. There's no way I would have left them alone with Fatass's family on Christmas. Those people were and still are horrible people.  

So I called the Parental Figures and asked them to take me to the hospital. 

I got the date wrong! I went it at midnight on the 20th. I was supposed to be there at midnight on the 21st!

Since I was close enough to labor (I wouldn't have made it to the 21st) they took me in. A little over 9 hours later I held the most beautiful baby girl in my arms.

She is my saving grace. She is my angel. I sit here crying thinking I almost threw way the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. 

Today I was able to help 2 families in need.

I signed up for a gift card exchange. You can read a little about it here. I was given the name of a mom in AZ. I searched her name on Facebook. She has 4 beautiful little girls (one a newborn) and a very handsome little guy. I wasn't able to help much. But I gave what I could. The Boy also bought a gift card to send to her. He's such an awesome kid!

Last week a Facebook friend  posted that he had been screwed over by a "friend". Since I can't/won't call him by the name everyone knows him by, I will call him Inkie. I was heartbroken when I heard Inkie couldn't buy presents his youngest son. 

I had an idea brewing. I kinda kept it a secret from Chief. When I bought the money order for the exchange, I bought a 2nd one too. Tonight I stopped by Inkie's business and took the card in. I handed the card to the girl that greeted me and ran out.

Believe it or not, but Madwoman is painfully shy. I hate meeting new people, and I hate being in a crowd. Crowds can throw me into a panic attack. One on one meeting makes me fumble over my words and I end up looking like a complete fool.

I called Chief while on break today. I had given in a couple of weeks ago and agreed to let the Wicked Witch take Midget tonight for her birthday. I told Midget and it's all I've heard for 2 weeks. That and the constant chatter about her birthday. 

The Wicked Witch had called and cancelled on Midget! Fuck fuck fucktty fuck! I had planned around this. We're going to MiL's tomorrow. Sharky is making the cake....tomorrow. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

The Boy to the rescue again. Chatty and the Boy took Midget and I to Wal Hell to let her shop for her birthday gifts. Then they took us to the Mexican restaurant. The guys there brought out a sombrero and dessert for Midget. They sang "Happy birthday" to her and rubbed whipped cream on her face. (I wouldn't let them shove a pie in her face.) Midget was so tickled getting all the special treatment.  

Have I mentioned how proud I am of the Boy? He's such a great kid and so giving. Damn I did something right there!

Good night Dearies, it's time to go play Santa and wrap, wrap, wrap....

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

That's not intense that's OMFG RED!

Hello Dearies....

Today has been eventful to say the least. Being it was my day off, I went back to bed after the crotchfruitians went to school. Well, soon after they left. The Parental Figures has doctor appointments today, so the Boy came here after work. We sat around a few minutes talking about his night and I sent him to Bird's room so I could go back to sleep.

I had an amazing morning with Chief. We slept in til 11:30! I never get to sleep that long....ever. 

While at Wal Hell yesterday I bought hair color. I couldn't find my normal color, so I tried a different brand. I knew I was in trouble when Chief walked in and asked why my head looked like a fruit platter. I was almost scared to wash it out. Light intense auburn my ass! That shit was neon, glow-in-the-dark RED! 

I really think Chief hurt himself laughing at me. MiL was coming over soon to take him to Wal Hell to get his insulin (more about that later) so I hitched a ride. I pulled my flaming OMFG it's red hair back and pulled my hood low and off we went.

After getting a few things for dinner the Boy and I went over to the hair care aisle. I picked a light brown thinking it'd tone down the red.

Boy was I ever wrong. In fact I don't think I've ever been more wrong. My hair is now a dark, neon, glow-in-the-dark, OMFG it's red shade.

I had Chief call my niece Clipper. I was in the back ground screaming "HELP ME". Clipper says she will be here tomorrow after work to fix my hair.

Guess who gets to go to work with dark, neon, glow-in-the-dark, OMFG it's red hair? Fuck fuck fucktty fuck!

A few days ago I read a blog from Mommyland. She had posted about a gift card exchange. The light bulb went off over my head. I've been looking for a way to "pay it forward" this year. This was perfect! I got my e-mail yesterday! I was given the name of a woman with 5 kids in AZ. I'm so excited to help this woman. I talked to the Boy and he's going to help.

The only problem is this is going to cut into my funds for MY kids. I sat the crotchfruitians down tonight and had a talk. I told them about this woman and her 5 kids, and how she doesn't have a lot of money to send Santa for presents. I asked them if they'd be ok with getting a few less presents so we could send her money for Santa. I watched as they thought about it. I was so proud when they both agreed that we needed to send the money. Midget even wanted to give them the money from her piggy bank. I felt like the Grinch when his heart started to swell. My kids may not listen very well, but they all have a heart of gold.

We're also planning a trip to the food bank or animal shelter to help out. I'm pushing more for the shelter because I tend to like animals more then I like people.

While I made dinner the fruitians wrote their letters to Santa. They only asked for 4 things each. All well within my budget. Will there be more then 4 presents under the tree? Of course, but this year they'll have what they asked for plus extra for being such great kids.

Midget's birthday is coming up. She'll be 11 on the 20th. I called Sharky (Chief's sister) to ask about something for the Boy. Midget was in the kitchen yelling at me to ask Sharky to make her birthday cake. Poor Sharky, she has to come up with some pink, shiny, girlie, princess cake. 

With Christmas coming up, Bosslady has a secret Santa planned. I forgot today was the day they were drawing names. I called and talked Mouth into pulling Breadboy's name for me. He told me his feelings were hurt last year when his was the last name picked. I'm going to have a hell of a time picking something out for Breadboy, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let his feelings get hurt again.

It's time for this Whovian to get snuggly with it and watch tv with the Chief.

If I don't get to say it before then....Merry Christmas Dearies!  

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

An "explosive" kind of day....

Hello Dearies....

If you're grossed out easily you might want to stop reading now....

Yesterday was a day to end all days. It started out with me finding that Bird had puked all over the carpet in his room. Wonderful! A sick kid to start my day. I left him in bed and went to get ready for work.

For a guy, Bird has a very weak stomach. Anything spicy or heavy will cause him to throw up. He also has chronic constipation. So if he's constipated he'll throw up. So me waking up to puked on carpet is not a biggie. Wipe up (cover with a towel) the spot and break out the steamer when I get home. See no biggie, right?

Oh no not this time. Not the time I decide to go ahead and go to work.

Work was pretty good right up til the time the phone rang. Beanpole hands me the phone with a very upset Chief on the other end. Seems Bird didn't just have an upset tummy....he was sick!

Chief is fit to be tied. He keeps telling me Bird exploded all over the place. I pretty much write it off and tell him I'll try to get out of work. I could use an extra day of rest.

It doesn't take long for Chief to call back again. Not only is Bird puking, he's shitting his brains out. (I think I cleaned them up when I got home later) 

When I do get to go on break, Chief demands I come home. I go inside and tell Boss how bad Bird really is, and that if Chief calls again I need to take Bird to the ER. 

Halfway through my day, I find myself rushing out the door and damn near running home to take care of my baby.

Mom, the Boy and Chatty went with us to the ER. Poor Bird was so pale. 

After about 2 hours we were sent to Cardinal Glennon in St Louis.  While at the childrens  hospital I learned something I hadn't known before....a child with explosive diarrhea can shit on you from 3 feet away. While cleaning Bird up, he farted and shit all down my leg and shoe from 3 feet away. This is 3 feet people! 3 feet! Thankfully the nurses brought me scrubs. 

After several hours Bird was released and we sat in the waiting room until Chief got there. I really wish he had been feeling better as we left. It was both of our first time to watch a helicopter take off.  

An hour long trip home, grab some McD's, hug and kiss the Boy and thank him for helping, pick up Midget from the Parental Figure's, stuff my face with nasty greasy food, and crash!

Today, I've spent my morning scrubbing the toilet and tub. Cleaning all the puke and shit off the bed, walls (yes walls) and carpets in Bird's room. I still have a mountain of shit covered laundry I need to wash....sigh

Saturday, December 1, 2012

One of those days....

Hello Dearies....

Ever have one of "those" days? The kind of day where you wake up and think you should just say fuck it. Today was that day for me.

Things started out pretty good. I got some sleep last night. No bad dreams or stress keeping my mind from shutting down. The Hut wasn't too cold or Mordor hot. So I got some decent sleep. That always makes the day go better. Not today....

I wasn't due into work until 11. It was going to make for a short easy day for me....I thought. About 9 the phone rang and Chief turns to me and says "You're in the shower" That always means work is on the other end. I can hear Booslady on the other end telling Chief I was late for work. What? No I'm not, I don't have to be there for another 2 hours. Wrong!

I had written my schedule down wrong. I was supposed to be at work at 8:30. Fuck fuck fuckkty fuck!

So I run in and take the fastest shower in history, get dressed and run out the door. I called Bosslady on the way. She told me it was no big deal and to get there as fast as I could. 

I don't think I've ever gotten to work that fast.

I clock in and drop my stuff in the break room. Bosslady tells me to go send Taylor Dane (her daughter) on break.  The Ass figured I wasn't having a crappy enough time and starts mumbling behind me about getting to work an hour late. I also found out I was going to be the Guest Ambassador. This is a job I have lovingly nicknamed the BK Bitch. Fuck fuck fucktty fuck!

It's not like being the BKB is hard. I walk around wiping down the tables and helping the customers. It's BORING! I say the same few phrases over and over.

So a few hours into my shift I ask the Ass about taking my break. He tells me no. So I go back to work. An hour goes by and I've had it. I need a pain pill (my knees were screaming) and I wanted a cigarette. So I said something to the Ass again. There's a reason I call him the Ass. He goes into an extended lecture about how I came into work late and all I'm doing is walking around cleaning tables....blah blah blah. After a few minutes I get pissed and tell him if I can't take a break then I want to go smoke. Again I get a no.   I can't remember what I snapped back at him but Bosslady heard me. 

Now I've never been "talked" to by Bosslady. I'm always there on time and I do my job. Yes I joke around, but I always do what I'm supposed to. Bosslady asked if I was in a bad mood. I was then told that when the Ass is being, well an ass, I'm supposed to tell him that I don't like the way he's talking to me.

Really? Have you met him? I really wish Bosslady could hear the way the Ass talks to me. I'm told daily that I'm worthless, I can't do my job, he's going to find someone else to replace me....If I'm so worthless and can't do my job, then why do they keep putting me on the busiest shifts? Why am I one of only 5 people that can do every job there?

One of these days I'm going to clock that man....

Friday, November 9, 2012


Hello Dearies....

There's a new trend on Facebook, where everyday people are posting what they are thankful for during November. 

Since I'm WAY too cool to follow the masses, I'll tell you here what I'm thankful for....

I'm thankful for my crotchfruitians. Though they drive me completely insane doing things like dumping little jelly rock science projects all over my carpet they are my world. Even with all the grey hair they give me daily, I'm proud of my  monsters.

I'm thankful I found a man that loves me. It's not always an easy task. I'm not really a likable person most days.

I'm thankful for my health. I'm able to get up everyday at the butt-ass crack of dawn and take care of what is mine.

I'm thankful for my job. There are so many who don't have one.

I'm thankful for the family I have. Whether they are blood or not, I love them.

I'm thankful for the roof over my head. It's small and cramped, but it's jam-packed with love.

I'm thankful for my friends. They are few and far between, but they are special to me.

And last but not least....I'm thankful for all of you my Dearies. 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012


Hello Dearies....

Today I'm changing things up a little. Normally I tell you about all the good, the bad and the crappy things that go on in my life. This time I want to tell you about some changes Chief and I are making.

I've been trying to make our Hut non-toxic. This isn't an easy task. Everything (and I mean everything) you buy is toxic. The shampoo you washed your hair with this morning? It has carcinogens in it. The soap you washed your body with? Carcinogens. 

You want to use the best when you wash your baby's hair. So you go and shell out top dollar for "THE" baby shampoo. Guess what it has in it? Formaldehyde! Are you freaking kidding me! 

The list goes on and on. Earlier this year I purchased all the stuff to start making some of our products myself. If I know what's in it then I can limit and the nasty crap we're putting in/on our bodies. 

Chief has been depressed lately because of all the hours I work. Hours I work that he can't.
He was talking to a friend of his (GI Jane) who recently started posting on Facebook about a "work from home" business. Chief was interested, so I told him to check it out.

I'm so proud of all the research that Chief did before he signed up. 

I had heard of the company before, but never cared enough to check them out. I'm kicking myself now!

Chief has been taking a multi-vitamin called Vitality 4 for a month now. We both now swear by these vitamins! 

Last week for the first time in the 4+ years I've known him, his doctor did NOT cut on his foot! Doc said whatever Chief was doing keep it up. The only difference in his life were these vitamins. Read his take on the doctor visit here.

Today the Fedex lady dropped off our "Value pack". This pack is supposed to help convert your house to non-toxic. As I've said before, I make a lot of our hygienic and cleaning products. Getting my cleaners away from me would be a real challenge. I agreed to try the new stuff after much wailing teeth gnashing. What? I'm not stubborn at all!

When I got home from work, there was a huge box on my bed. I started rummaging through it. I can only describe it as overwhelming! There were boxes of this and bottles of that. One of the first boxes I pulled out was the Vitality 4. 

The next thing was a small bottle that was labeled Tub n Tile. I dig around until I find the matching spray bottle. That's right, they sent bottles to mix your cleaner in. Did I mention that these products are NOT diluted with water? So I go mix up my shiny new bottle of Tub N Tile and head to the bathroom of doom.

I sprayed down the bathtub. The first thing I noticed was I could still breath. Most spray cleaners choke me up. While it still smelled like a cleaner (I was a little disappointed) the scent wasn't overpowering. I waited for a few minutes like the bottle said (yeah right, I grabbed the rag as soon as I sprayed the tub) and started wiping down my tub. The light grey tiles turned white! Wait! What? My tub is white? All this time I thought it was an ugly pale grey. Even the rusty spots (from hard water) in the grout turned white. I was impressed enough to call Chief in. 

I've now given up my vinegar mix for cleaning my tub! This stuff works great! 

Another plus? I never use gloves while cleaning at home. (I wear them enough at work.) One of the main reasons I switched to homemade cleaners is because most things eat through my skin. After wiping down the tub, I noticed that my hands and arms weren't burning. This is a BIG plus in my book. Even vinegar burned my skin when I used it to clean.

I used the Prespot on my bathroom rugs. With Chief having the ulcers on his feet, I'm in a constant state of cleaning up blood spots. The worst of them were on my bathroom rugs. (on the white part of course) I sprayed down the white parts with Prespot and gave them a little scrub with a brush. Now I'm lazy when it comes to housework. (Most evenings I can barely stand up I hurt so bad.) So when I say a "little" scrub, there was hardly any effort put into this. I threw my rugs in the wash and forgot them over night. When I pulled them out I was amazed! The white parts were white, and blood free.

I'm not going to ramble on and on about how I used several of the new products and the results I got from each....yet. 

Most of all I love the fact that, I'm now well on my way to making my house non-toxic.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Some things you just shouldn't do....

Happy Halloween Dearies!

I just got the crotchfruitians in bed. What a long day/night! We spent 2 hours between trick or treating and stopping at Burger Hell for ice cream. 

Chatty had sent me a picture earlier of a coworker dressed as Cleopatra, so I had to stop in a see him. I snapped pictures of everyone up there while the kids ate ice cream.

I spent all day in the kitchen making cookies for Midget's "Fall" party. I think I'm going to give up and make cupcakes. I'm still not even half way done and I only have til Friday....sigh

It's my own fault. I do this to myself every time. It has to do with my  obsessive compulsive disorder. If 1 is good, then of course 4 would be better. Thank goodness for Chief . He always supports me no matter what kind of mess I make.

All of this while cute and sappy has nothing to do with my blog title....

The Crotchfruitians and I went out tonight for trick or treating, so of course we stopped by to see the Parental Figures. I had texted the Boy to see if he has a long sleeved shirt for Midget. She was freezing because she can't listen to me and wore a short sleeved shirt under her costume.

The Boy handed me a shirt and I took Midget into the bathroom to get it on her. Bird went in the living room to show his grandma his costume. He was Ghostrider tonight and soooo proud of his costume.

Now we're getting into the part that has to deal with the blog title....

There are some things you just don't do....

I have never told my children they are anything but perfect. I never call them stupid. I never tell Bird he is too skinny. I never tell Midget she's gaining weight. (which she is). I never tell them they are anything but beautiful and amazing. (they are)

While in the bathroom I hear my mother tell Bird "You're ugly". Poor Midget, I was stooped down in her face when I yelled "Mom"

How fucking dare you tell my child he's ugly? He's not! He's beautiful and he's perfect and he's MINE! I was so pissed! About 10 years ago I would have walked in there and knocked her on her ass.

Growing up I was told I was stupid. I was fat. (I was and still am) Now I'm told I'm fat. My teeth are nasty. I'm lazy....the insults go on and on. 

How the hell does she get I'm lazy? I work a full time job, come home, clean, do laundry, cook dinner, I go to EVERY school function for 4 kids. (As long as I'm not at work) But I'm fucking lazy?

Yes I'm fat. So what? You're not a size 4 anymore and you haven't been for 30 years! I've accepted what I look like. And Chief loves me for who I am. All you do is sit on your ass all day watching tv of fucking off on the computer. 

I was so angry I couldn't get Midget's costume on right. It took me 3 tries. I got her redressed hugged the Boy and left fuming. 

I don't understand her reasoning. 

You were mentally abusive to me, Froggy, and Tattoo all our lives....YOU WILL NOT FUCK WITH MY KIDS' SELF IMAGES!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Blame it on the Root Beer....

Hello Dearies....

I had something I wanted to share with you. I was reading a blog I follow when I saw a story that is very much like the things that happen in our house. Please follow the link. I think you'll love the story.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Update on the birthday party....

Good evening Dearies....

If you read my last blog then you know (if not quick run back and read it here) that today was the Boy's 18th birthday. I just got back from his party and ate dinner (nomnomnom) with the crotch fruit.

I had a problem with the party planning. Where to have it? The Hut is too small for any kind of party. The Parental figures and MiL both would have let me have it at their respective houses. But there was a problem there. The Parental figures can't get up MiL's driveway. MiL can't get down the steps at the Parental figures' house. And none of them can get up the steps to the Hut. So....what to do? I talked to Bosslady and she said it was ok for me to have the party at Burger Hell in the conference room. Sweet! So that's what I did.

I've been planning this party for weeks. Honestly it's been months. You only turn 18 once so I had to do this big. Not big as in bunches of people. But still big. For his cakes (yes cakes there were 3) I made 2 ice cream cakes and a candy bar cake.

For his gift from us, I blew up 100 water balloons (no water) and rolled up a dollar bill and shoved it in each balloon. I had Squealer help me carry the box in. We made a big show on how heavy it was. I wouldn't let him touch it until it was time to open presents. MiL bought him 3 awesome shirts this morning. All 3 I had the boy pick out yesterday. (No he didn't know why he was looking at shirts) 

The look on his face when he opened that box was priceless! I snapped a bunch of pictures but, Chief has my camera right now.

While we were eating cake, his biggest present arrived. I had called 2 of his best friends that he hasn't seen in 3 years and had them come out. I almost cried over the look on his face when he saw them! Even I had missed these 2. LeLe has been mine since they were in 3rd grade. Richboy, LeLe and the Boy were inseparable in school. 

Squealer had to march at the Homecoming  game tonight. MiL took Chief to see the game. I wish I could have gone. 

Chief left and forgot he had all my stuff in his pockets. I was left at Burger Hell with no wallet, no cigarettes, and no keys to get back in the Hut!

After all the adults left, we decided to get the money out of the balloons. The Boy and I stepped in the box and popped a few. Then the Boy thought sitting in the box was a good idea. Well, until he had Richboy push him around the room. Most of the balloons popped when the side of the box split. While the 3 friends caught up some more, Chatty and I unrolled the money.

Thank goodness for Chatty or the crotch fruit and I would still be sitting at Burger Hell. Chatty and the Boy took my phone and went and got the keys from Chief. 

When they got back, I hugged the Boy and asked if he had a good time. He told me it was the best birthday ever. Awwwwww

So now the crotch fruit and I are home. Dinner has been eaten and they are playing in their rooms. 

Chief just walked in from the game. I'm going to go fix him some dinner and demand nuggles!

The best present ever....

Good morning Dearies....

Today is the day! On this day 18 years ago I given my best friend. I was given the Boy. It kills me to think my baby is now a man.

It seems like yesterday there was an annoying little shit following me asking questions. "What's that mommy? What does that do mommy? Why is he doing that mommy".... on and on that kid asked questions. He wanted to know everything about everything!

I know I screwed up over and over raising the Boy. I did my best. I was a very young mom (kid) trying to raise a child on my own. Yes Deadbeat was there and later Fatass was there. But being there is not the same as trying to raise this crazy little crotch fruit. 

With the "men" in his life being total assholes, and a mother who never had a real mother for a role model, this kid turned out great. Better then great....he is amazing! The Boy is such a gentleman. He has a girlfriend now. Chatty isn't sure what to do with him. He opens and holds doors for her, he insists on paying when they go out, he says please and thank you, Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am....the list goes on and on. 

No matter how many times I screwed up the Boy still loved me. When I was having problems and going off for no apparent reason, all the times I screamed and yelled, all the times I dropped the ball, the Boy still loved me. I leaned on the Boy for many things. He helped me raise Bird and Midget. He was more of a father to them then the men in their lives.

I've tried to be the mom and dad. I always go overboard. I try to make up for all the things he missed out on growing up. I know I failed many times. The kid should hate me. (I would) 

But through it all he is my best friend, he is my baby boy....

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Hack hack cough cough Oh my god I have the plague!

Good morning Dearies....

I've been sitting here on a blank page for 5 minutes trying to write this blog. It's not that I don't have thousands of ideas running through my head, that's not the problem. The problem is coughing. I've been sick with this damn cold for almost 2 weeks. To be honest I think my cold has wormed it's way into my lungs and became bronchitis. Great huh? (hack hack)

So the crotch fruit are off to church with the parental figures. That leave me and Chief home alone with the cats. 

Today is my day to clean/cook. With the way I feel, between this cold and mother nature being a bitch, I'm not sure how much I'm going to get done. I HAVE to get some laundry done or the crotch fruit will be going to school naked. I doubt my fruit will have a problem with that, but the school might frown at it. (cough cough)

I had plans to, good plans to blog yesterday when I got off of work. Only problem was....I was just too damned tired to give a shit. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep and we were slammed pretty much the whole day at work.

The Boy went on his very first date Thursday! My baby boy is growing up. (sniff sniff) He's been talking to a new girl at work. I'll just call her Chatty. Holy fucking sheep shit that girl can talk! I like Chatty, she's very sweet and a pretty (almost) good girl. I refuse to judge the kid on her past. The Boy and Chatty went to Denny's and a movie. Chatty ordered the $4 dinner. The Boy was a little upset with her, but I see her point. (hack hack cough cough bad coughing fit here) 

I was texting the boy from a meeting at school on Friday. I asked him how the movie was and the little shit sent back "What movie?" If he had been standing next to me he might have gotten knocked out. Remember when I said Chatty was almost a good girl? (hack hack) No they didn't do THAT. The Boy has my plague, so I told them if she came to work sick I'd know they hadn't behaved. So the shits decided to tease me. (hack hack ass flavored cough drop here) I'm glad the Boy found a girl he likes. He's so shy around most girls. It's a good thing Chatty asked him out. He would never have been able to do it on his own.

Midget has been having trouble at school for years. I hadn't realized how far she was behind until my meeting at the school. She's reading at 1st grade level. All her studies are low. This is something that the old school never told me and just ignored. These new teachers are really on top of everything. (hack hack) They are giving Midget another IQ test. She has about 20 tests coming up. They are upping her minutes in Special Ed. The old school had her in SE for 300 minutes a week. Roughly 1 hour a day. She's going to start going to SE 700 minutes a week. (cough cough)

One of the tests they are sending home for the family to fill out. That test is to see if she's on the Autism spectrum. I'm not sure how I feel about this one. I know it makes me want to cry. Another child diagnosed with Autism? It breaks my heart, but I'll be glad to find out for sure what is going on with my Midget. 

Chief has my plague. Hack hack cough cough)  Thankfully he's not hacking like I am. I hate being sick. It makes my bitchy but, I'd rather be the one sick then him. I don't get sick often, but when I do it's pretty bad. Let's all cross our fingers and hope this is the only time Madwoman gets sick this year. I can't afford to miss anymore work....

Friday, September 28, 2012

Blog sweet blog

Hello Dearies....

I finally got a new computer! Yay! I have been looking at a laptop just like my old one for a few weeks now. Payday I was finally able to afford it. I went to Wal Mart after work and picked it up. Goth girl (my adopted daughter) works and Wal Mart. We had a hell of a time finding this thing. She had to go in the back and find it. As I went to pay I almost fainted at the price. I ended up spending $150 less then what I thought I would. China House here I come, I'm starving!

This is going to be a short blog. I'm so tired. I only worked 4 hours but it felt like 10 (today was my day off). The crotch fruit are in bed, and I'm tired. I have to be up at 5:30 tomorrow and my ass is beat. I'll try (no promises) to get back on here after work, if I'm still alive....

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Just for shits and grins....

Hello Dearies....

Ok, so I know it's been like 2 weeks since I've blogged. Real life tends to get in the way of my fun time life. Stupid real life.

Today wasn't so bad. Work went pretty fast. The only stain on the day was working with the Evil Hobbit. Hobbit is a new girl at work. I've always hated pushy people, and she is one of the worst I've met. The little bitch tried to dismiss me. Me, of all people.Silly little Hobbit, she'll learn her place, and it's not above Madwoman.

Yesterday Chief spent most of the day trying to fix my laptop. Trying, being the keyword here. Two days ago Squealer and the Boy both knocked the poor thing down, and it had enough. As soon as I get paid, I'm going to check into putting one on lay-away. For now, I'm sneaking time in on Chief's computer.  

Midget is grounded, again. I got her up to get ready for school yesterday. About 10 minutes before the bus was supposed to get here, I went to move her along. She was sitting on her bed with her shoes on needing them tied. I noticed there was something odd about the left shoe. 

My darling angel had tied her shoes to the bed the day before, and instead of asking me to untie them, she cut the damn laces! Her brand new shoes that she had worn twice. The bus was early so we didn't have time to find her old ones. She went to school with them the way they were. Yesterday she was told to sit on my bed until I got home. Why she left her shoes on the floor I'll never know, but the Terrorist chewed the heel to one. I swear that kid is trying to kill me. She's trying to see if she can get my head to just explode.

Most of the past week or so was pretty boring. I went to work, I came home. That's about it. 

The Wicked witch had Bump (the kids' uncle) e-mail me wanting to take all 3 of the crotch fruit swimming. (teehee) I told him no. 

That woman has ignored the fact that she has 3 grand kids since  
Christmas eve. Deadbeat moved back in with her a while back too. I don't want my crotch fruit anywhere need that man.

Bump told me Deadbeat turned himself into the nut house....again. The only reason he went back in this time is because I finally got 2 small child support payments out of him. It only took 8 months to get it. I will never understand that man. I look at my youngest fruit, and I wonder....what's so wrong with them that their own father won't have anything to do with them. I know the answer. There's not a damn thing wrong with my kids, he's just a piece of shit.

My posts are going to be few and far between until I replace my laptop. (sigh) Hopefully, I can get something done in the next few months.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

I make minimum wage....

Evening Dearies....

I can hold my head high and proudly admit that "I, Madwoman make minimum wage" Damn right I'm proud of it. I work my ass off and barely drag myself up the steps in the evening, but damn it I have a job!

What caused this admission? I was on Facebook and followed the link of a blogger I follow. Her blog is one I really enjoy. This woman has a great handle on life and raising her kids. After reading her blog I wanted to read the comments before I posted one myself. There was one comment that made me see red!

"But... they only make minimum wage Amy, you can't expect them to THINK about what they do at their job!"

Really? I'm not expected to think? Screw you! I may work at Burger Hell, but damn it I have a job. I proudly put on that shirt that smells like nasty greasy ass and I walk my happy ass to work every morning. I put on that visor from hell that makes my hair flatten and stick to my head and I stand at that counter and happily say "Welcome to Burger King, may I help you?" Other days I run myself to death making sure people can stuff their faces with nasty greasy,
"oh so bad for you" crap we call food. I make sure your food is hot and fresh. And I damn sure take care to give you food that won't have you puking your guts up from food poisoning.

I can and do think you stuck up bitch. I think about how to control my temper when you're asking me 20 questions and bitching about it taking 2 seconds to get your burger. I think about how I can make YOU happy. I think about how the only fucking reason I don't jump over the counter some days and strangle you, is because I have to feed my kids. I'm not stupid by any means. In fact my IQ is higher then most average people. And I have common sense. Something I don't think you have. You can't have common sense if you're insulting the people that prepare your food.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

My poor aching bank account....

Hello Dearies....

Well I'm back to work after 2 days off. (sigh) What a busy 2 days it was too.

Chief had a Dr's appointment Thursday. Doctor said there wasn't an infection. (yay)  Doctor also told Chief he needed to stop smoking. (grumbles) Chief not smoking means a cranky Chief and a Madwoman not smoking. (grumbles again) A Madwoman not smoking might mean the end of the world as we know it. I know, I know, it's so much better for us. We've tried not smoking in the past. I blew that one. Chief smelled me smoking in the laundry room and we both started back up at full swing. Working with smokers is going to suck ass, but for Chief's health I'd do damn near anything.

The crotch blossoms have been fighting for damn near a week. By the time MiL got here Thursday morning I was begging to go back to work.

Midget hadn't washed her hair the night before, so I put her in the shower and did it myself. I sent her into her room to get dressed again. I went in there and saw a wet spot on the floor. My darling angel had walked past the toilet to go to her room and pee on the damn floor! (Mean ole mom made her clean it up)

So we get to Washington and MiL takes me and the spawn to Payless. I almost peed myself when I heard the total. I guess it wasn't so bad, I did get all 4 of us shoes....but damn!

Friday was time for me and the spawn to buy school supplies. It's a good thing I had the Boy with me. I DO NOT do well in crowds. The Boy helped control the blossoms.

While loading the truck with another heart stopping shopping trip, I get into a fight with a nosey old man. He's parked in the middle of the road yelling at me over how we're parked. Most days it would have been fine, but that day it wasn't. I had just spent $100 on school supplies in an over-crowded store full of idiots. My nerves were totally shot. I turned to him and told him (very nasty) that I was the passenger and to mind his own damn business. The Boy went to work today and told Bosslady I hit the old man. He's such a little shit!

Squealer had a band thing Friday night. While getting ready to go, I forgot that Bird can't read into sarcasm. I was teasing him and told him "No shit Sherlock". Bird looks me in the eye and says...."Mommy I not Sherlock. Don't call me Sherlock" I lost it. I was laughing so hard I almost ruined my make-up.  I can just see him going to school and calling the teachers Sherlock.

I'm very proud of the little crotch blossoms tonight. They washed, dried and put away all the dishes. That's a big relief to me. The dishes were starting to pile up because I've been so busy and tired.

I'm waiting for the next disaster to happen. I just sent Bird in to take a shower....without my help!

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Good, not so clean family entertainment....

Wow! I haven't posted in 6 days. I've been pretty busy working. I was off Thursday, but I spent most of that being lazy.

Camp is over for the crotch blossoms. That means there is still 3 weeks until school starts and nothing to occupy their time. Fuck, fuck, fuckkty, fuck!

We had a record breaking morning at work. Today was the Warrenton all-town yard sale. I was on front line today. Being up front is so much easier on my wrists. They haven't been falling asleep or hurting near as much. Plus it gives me time to flirt with cute little boys. I had a real doll yesterday. I wanted to bring him home with me.

The Boy worked this morning. Poor kid, it was his first day working breakfast, and we were so busy.

I came home from work, did the Facebook thing and crashed for 2 hours. Chief is pretty good about letting me nap when I've had a long day. Plus I got what Bird calls "Birdie nuggles". He must have been pretty tired. He crawled up in bed with me, snuggled up and fell asleep.  Getting up at 4:30am makes for a REALLY long day. Chief also made dinner for us. He's such a sweetie.

Chief has a Dr appointment next Thursday. I'm going with him so I can buy me and the spawn new shoes. The Boy needs slip proof shoes and so do I. My poor shoes are falling apart. I'm hoping to catch a good deal on shoes for the blossoms.

I came out of the bathroom tonight after getting Bird set up for a bath. (Bird bath tee hee) and the Boy asked if the cops were downstairs. Seems Thing 1 and Thing 2 got into a fist fight. I went outside for a smoke (read as "be nosey") and heard the cops coming.

Thing 2's dog (one of the pitties that chased the Boy) was running loose and almost got hit by the cops. He kept chasing their cars. I ran down the stairs yelling that he was friendly. The first set of cops (we ended up with 6 cars) ignored him when I came down. The 2nd cop almost hit him too. He got out of his car with his gun trained on Blue (the pittie). I was yelling at him that the dog was friendly and crying. I just knew he was going to shoot that poor dog for growling at him.Cop 2 was yelling at me to get the dog.

We finally got Blue in his apartment. Thing 1 was handcuffed and put in the car. Thing 2 just blows my mind. As she is being arrested, she tells the cops that the fight was over 3 things. An Ipad, some pills and a one-hitter. Wait what? Did you just admit to the cops you had a one-hitter? How fucking stupid can you be? Which is just what the cop asked her.

So now Thing 1 and Thing 2 are in jail, no slamming doors. The Boy went home. The blossoms are in bed, and all is quiet in Madwomanland. All is well.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Even wet hens don't get this mad....

The Boy came home with me after work. I asked him to walk the terrorist before he went home. Pretty normal in our house. The kids walk the dog when they're home. No biggie....until tonight.

We have 2 neighbors that refuse to put leashes on their pit bulls. While the Boy was walking Sammy the 2 pits came running toward them. Sammy, being the little coward he is hid behind the Boy. Not that I really blame Sammy, I would have hid from them too. The Boy put himself between Sammy and the pits. Sammy freaked and pulled out of his collar and ran. Both dogs started chasing him growling. The Boy finally got ahold of Sammy and brought him home.

After the Boy brought Sammy home and left, I started thinking about what he said....and I got pissed! My youngest kids walk Sammy. My kids play outside. What happens if Bird or Midget are walking Sammy when those dogs are loose? What if they're playing outside and fall down? Would the natural prey instinct kick in with these dogs? Would they attack my kids to get to my dog?

I did something I normally don't do. I called the cops.

Don't get me wrong here. I didn't freak out and call the cops because they were pit bulls. I love pitties and would own one if I had a bigger place. I think they are beautiful animals. But ALL animals have the prey instinct. If you live in town where there are other people and kids around you do not let your big dog (or any dog) run loose. It's just asking for trouble.

Poor Chief has had to listen to me freak out for an hour now.

These people need to either grow a fucking brain and leash their dogs or get rid of them, if they can't be responsible.

I'm not the first person to call the cops because the same 2 dogs have attacked other dogs. If these people don't start leashing their dogs, one day the cops are going to get tired of being called and take the dogs. I'd really hate to see these 2 beautiful animals put down because their owners are idiots.

I'm going to have a long hard talk with the Boy for putting himself between the 3 dogs.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

I'll sleep when I'm dead if Optimus Prime is there too.

I sure as hell hope I can sleep when I'm dead, 'cause I'm not doing it now.

Last night working with Doughboy wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He did his job and even helped me with things I couldn't reach or carry. It was nice when the Ass came in this morning and said the place was "OK".

After the crotch blossoms went to camp, Chief and I crashed, he had stayed up all night. He says he can't fall asleep if I'm not here.

The Boy came by a little after 11:30. I growled at him for being here so early and threatened to kill him. But the Parents had Dr appointments and he didn't want to go with them. Right after he got here MiL called. She was downstairs waiting for Chief for their little outing. She told me she called twice. Damned if I remember answering the first call.

I was so incredibly mad at the Boy for waking me up. Not because he interrupted my sleep, but because he woke me up in the middle of a dream.

I was dreaming that Pops and I were going in to see the President. I had the terrorist terrier with us. He was eating lettuce from Burger King, and had just peed on the President's carpet. We were at the Pres's house to meet Optimus Prime. I told you from the beginning that you may be scared if you peeked into my warped mind.

After Chief left, I let the Boy get on my laptop while I went back to sleep until the blossoms got home. I dreamed of Burger Hell that time too. Maybe I'm working too much?

I was going to treat the Boy and the spawn to DQ, but we ran into the Ice Cream truck on our way. I made the mistake of letting Midget get a Sonic the Hedgehog ice cream bar. Have you ever seen Sonic? He's this horrible ugly blue color. And so was Midget. She had blue goo dripping from her chin, running down both arms onto the ground. Even after washing herself and a shower later tonight, the kid still has blue lips.

I'm going to bed. Hopefully I'll get some sleep. Hell I might even get to meet Optimus this time.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

When life gives you lemons, keep them, free shit is cool.

Good evening Dearies....

This has been one of those weeks. Life seems to be trying to knock me down.

 I have 2 hours before I have to be at work. Yes, the Ass put me on nights again. We had a pretty big blow up earlier this week over him scheduling me 2 overnights in a row. I almost got out of both of them, but Bosslady called (and woke me up) asking if I could trade back tonight.  Fuck, fuck, fucktty, fuck, fuck! Geek boy (formerly New Guy) was going to work for me tonight and me for him on Friday. I was going to have 2 days off in a row. Now I'm back to only having 1 day off this week....tomorrow.

Good news is I got caught up on some of my sleep. I spent all last week not sleeping more then 3-5 hours a night. The animals are assholes at night making all kinds of noise, Chief has been sick, and me working nights really fucks up both of our sleep schedules.

Chief had a Dr appointment last Friday. Finally we got some good news from the Dr. Chief's left foot is looking better then it has in a long time. He's going to the city with MiL tomorrow.

Wait! What? Does that mean I get the house to myself for a few hours? Holy hell it does! The crotch blossoms are going to be at camp, the Boy was told if he came over in the morning I'd kill him, and Chief will be with his mom. Hot damn! I haven't had to place to myself in forever. And I'm going to have to spend it sleeping. Fuck, fuck, fucktty, fuck! There's life trying to push me over again.

The Boy started work with me yesterday. He tried to keep up with his ole mom. Tried is the key word here. Poor kid worked less then 4 hours and thought he was going to die. tee hee He did notice that the Ass is harder on me then the guys I work with.

Toward the end of the school year I got a letter from the local disability group. They were having what they call "Camp we can" this summer. I filled out the app and took it back. That was the best move I've made all summer. The crotch blossoms love camp. Yesterday they went to a local "ranch" and today they went to the Magic House. I wanted to go with them today, but with the way my schedule changes, I found out too late that I'd have today off. (There's life pushing again)

Chief gave me news yesterday that really makes me wonder about humanity and life. A couple he is very close to just split up. She found out he was a child molester. I've met said couple, and hearing this really hit me hard. They've been together 10 years, but they were the "perfect' couple. I'm totally blown away by this turn of events. (Fuck you life, stop pushing me)

One of these days my big mouth is going to get me into trouble. I stopped at Burger Hell to get my check today. Mouth was teasing me about having to work tonight. I very loudly stated that working overnights didn't piss me off as much as having to work with Doughboy. I forgot that Idiot was working and his girlfriend. Oops my bad. Idiot just glared at me. Oh well.

Midget, the Boy and I went to Wally World with MiL today. Thanks MiL for helping me look through the vacuums. I would have walked away from them if you hadn't been there. Yes Dearies, Madwoman now has her very own vacuum cleaner! The first brand new vacuum I've ever owned!

Life, I have one thing left to say to you.....fuck, fuck, fucktty, fuck you, I ain't going down easy.

Monday, July 9, 2012

The fall heard 'round Burger Hell....

Evening Dearies....

Ow, Ow, Ow, fucking OW!! Who thought one fall could jar and twist so many things? Saturday when I was leaving work, I slipped and fell in the dining room.  (Stripper had just mopped) Now this couldn't be one of those times when the dining room was empty. Oh hell no. There were 10 customers there to see my misery. As soon as I hit the ground I jumped up to see how many people saw my folly. A shit ton of people of course. I landed right next to a table full of people. The women there jumped up and came to my "rescue" The first thing that happens to a woman when she gets hurt is she tries not to cry. If someone is there asking her if she's ok, she's going to cry her fool head off. To my credit I did not. ha! I did turn to look and make sure no one I worked with saw me. I thought I had been saved that embarrassment. (I was wrong) I explained to the women checking on me that my shoes were greasy from working in the kitchen and I was fine. I'll be damned if I let them see my ass limp! I sat down pulled out my book and pretended nothing happened. When I fell I landed on my right knee (hard). I caught myself with my right hand, which jammed my wrist and shoulder. I twisted my right ankle and jarred my back. fuck fuck fucktty fuck! Who else could have pulled that off? Only this girl. I earned a large pretty black bruise for my efforts.

Today I was teasing Stripper about the mess he made on the floor cleaning fryers, and he admitted he had seen me fall. He was scared I'd be mad at him for seeing me and because he had been the one mopping. I gave he all kinds of hell for not coming and checking on me. tee hee

Bosslady gave me some great news today. Seems the Boy finally got a job. He goes in tomorrow at 10 for the paperwork. I'm way more excited then he is. He's been a total doll the past 2 days since my fall. He's done everything he possibly could to help me. I do feel sorry for him working with me at Burger Hell. For one he'll have to work with the Ass. And of course he's going to try to keep up with me. I'm going to work circles around that kid.

Chief is feeling better from his fall, but now has a cold. Guess what he shared with me?

There's not much more I hate then a summer cold. (Other then falling on my ass in public.) They are the total worst! Oh, and Aunt Flow had to show her nasty, vengeful ass tonight. Fuck fuck fucktty fuck you Aunt Flow!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

If someone pisses you off in hell, where do you tell them to go?

Hello Dearies....

The answer to the blog title is....Missouri. It's so hot here! Today the bank said it was 106 at 3pm. Holy mother of pancake syrup!!!! (Don't ask, it's what popped in my head) It's hot enough to blister bare feet on the sidewalk. Guess who found this out? The thermostat at Burger Hell said 115 in the kitchen by the fryers. Lucky me getting to work fryers today.

The Ass has been nice lately, but he's done gone and lost his damned mind. One day next week he has me on the schedule from 7-3 and 11-7. Day shift then an overnight? I'll be crawling home Friday morning. IF I'm still alive.

How she saw it I'll never know, but Bosslady found a teeny, tiny, itty, bitty, little spider today. I didn't think anything could rattle that woman until I heard her scream. If there had been a chair near her, she would have been on top of it. I walked over and flicked the spider on the floor. She squeaked and squealed until I pretended to stomp on it. (I have no idea where it landed.)  That had to be the funniest thing I've seen in a long ass time.

Speaking of squealing, yesterday was the Squealer's birthday. Lucky little shit. She gets fireworks on her birthday every year. We all piled into the truck and went to MIL's house for hoagies (yum) and ice cream cake. (made by Chief's sister) Squealer's mother and 3 brothers came over for cake. I made orange freezes for everyone, ate cake and crashed on Squealer's bed. I had gotten off work at 7 and had to be awake by 11.

I made water bombs for the kids, so when we got home, we went outside to get wet. The Boy got me several times. Bird ran and hid behind the building. Midget got the worst of it. You can read how to make them here. We had a lot of fun and made even more noise.

So back to today. I feel like 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound box. Everything, and I mean everything hurts. I was trying to show the Boy a web-site and kept dozing off.

Hope everyone had a fun and safe 4th of July!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Hardheaded Birds, parades and sun screen

Hello Dearies....

It's been a long few days since I posted last. Work has been busy. The Orginal chicken sandwiches are on sale. I swear we sold almost 1,000 yesterday and pretty damn close to that today. Thank goodness it was only for 2 days. The Ass has been in a pretty ok mood the past 2 days. He got ignorant with me yesterday until I said I was going to shove a chicken sandwhich up his ass sideways. Bosslady thought that was pretty funny. Today he started to snap at me when I asked for help, until he saw just how busy I was. He was cool enough to schedule me off early today, so I could see Squealer in the parade.

MIL picked me up after work today. She had dropped Squealer off at where ever it was she was supposed to be for the parade.  *MIL says Squealer was at her mom's. So she came in town early just to pick me up. Too cool!* The crotch fruit came in from church right after I got home. Seems my parents got another taste of what it's like to be me. Bird was being his normal little shit-self. He was tormenting Midget, and when told to stop he threw himself on the ground. The Boy had to carry him outside and have a talk with him. I was giggling through the whole story. These antics of his are nothing new to me. He's a hardheaded little snot and I know it. Mom, the poor woman has no idea to handle him. It's not that Bird is giving them a hard time, he's HAVING a hard time. It comes with being part of Bird's life. There is normally a reason he throws a fit. Today may have been because of the heat or he was overly tired.

We went to the Warrenton parade tonight. Damn it was hot as hell! I made a quick dash in Dollar Tree to buy sun screen. (guess who forgot to put it on herself?) That crap smells like fruity ass. It didn't take long for the Bird to take his shirt off. Both of the little fruit looked like I had painted their faces red. We only watched about half of the parade before they were done. I still have a shit-ton of candy here now. After the parade we picked up Squealer's older brother and went hunting for her. Poor baby had walked through the entire parade playing her sax. She was too tired and too hot. We took her to her mother's and I told her to get a drink and take a cool shower. I came home and crashed on the bed for awhile. Between working in the heat and standing at the parade I was beat.

Bosslady gave me great news today. The Boy will be getting a call from her in a few days. My baby boy will be getting his first job! I think I'm more excited then he is. I'm so proud of the Boy. He's going to be a hard worker....or mom will kick his ass!

Thursday, June 28, 2012

What's "normal" got to do with the price of tea in a clean bath tub

Good evening Dearies....

So my last blog reflected my sleep deprived mind shutting down. I was so tired through that whole blog. I'm still tired, but a little more awake now.

I was Facebooking when I ran into another Autism page. Those of you who know the Tribe, know that Bird is Autistic. We are huge supporters for anything to do with Autism. My next tattoo is going to start with the Autism Speaks puzzle piece logo. Seeing that page reminded me....

A few days ago Breadboy and I were talking and he asked me if I wished that Bird was "normal". Coming from some people I would have been offened. Breadboy didn't mean any harm. I asked him to explain what normal was. He couldn't. I explained that to me Bird was normal. He wouldn't be Bird if he was any different or "normal". I do wish Bird had an easier time, but he's so special and I love him so much....just the way he is.

I saw this picture from Four Sea Stars....( You can read her blog here)

I tried reading the poem to Chief and started crying. That's what I am, I am an Autism Strong Mom! So be prepared to hear a lot of Autism blogs from me.

Midget was served her punishment tonight for using half of a bar of soap last night. She scrubbed the tub. Before anyone freaks out about harmfull chemicals and kids, I don't use them and I wouldn't let me child near that crap. I mixed up a very safe cleaner for her. It's vinegar, hot water and Dawn dish soap (see safe). She could have drank the whole bottle and all she would have gotten was a clean mouth and maybe the poops. So I hand Midget a rag, a scrub brush, the bottle of cleaner, some baking soda and I set her loose on the soap scum. I figured with Chief and the Boy being here I was pretty safe to lay down and try to catch up on some sleep. (See the last blog on why I needed sleep here) She came out in 5 minutes and declared "Done". Oh no you're not, get in there! So I get up and go check. She'd gotten the bottom of the tub, but not the sides. So I gave her more baking soda and a few tips and laid back down. About a half an hour later I sent the Boy in to check on her. She missed the whole lesson. It was totally lost on her. She had cleaned the tub (and it looked good) but for some reason Midget decided that my foam paint brushes would help. (sigh) I sent her to her room until dinner. We'll discuss her next step tomorrow when I've had time to think (read plot) on what to do with her.

There will be no more slipping in our tub. Midget could pour a whole bottle of shampoo on the tub floor and no one would slip. I bought tub stickies yesterday and put them down after the tub dried. I'm pretty proud of the design.

All work no play....

Hello from Burger King my Dearies....

So, I'm sitting here at work with Doughboy. Things are slow and I'm ahead on everything (I think). I agreed to work overnights to help out the Ass. Today was his birthday. I really hate nights, I never sleep during the day. The Boy woke me up around 11am, and I've been up ever since. Thank goodness for energy drinks!

Doughboy has spent the past hour and half either talking or sitting in the office. If he thinks I'm going to do everything tonight he is dead ass wrong.

I wasn't upset that the Boy woke me up. It's always nice when he comes over. He annoys me by trying to take over everything. If I go down to do laundry he grabs the baskets from me, same with bags from the store. He's very sweet to help, but I'm far from helpless!

Chief is feeling a little bit better from his fall. He's able to get up without help. Poor guy, I know he's in pain.

Midget dicided to play in the tub....again! She used almost half of a brand new bar of soap. I warned her what would happen if she did, but she never listens to me. So tomorrow after school, she's scrubbing the tub. That works for me, I bought some of those non-slip stickers for the tub today. It has to be clean before I apply them.

Bird was pretty good tonight, he stayed in his room playing PlayStation all evening. I could hear him in there humming and rocking.

I guess I had best go ask Doughboy what all I'm supposed to be doing and get everything done, then I can blog without feeling so guilty for sitting on my ass at work.

3am....someone shoot me!

So far Doughboy have managed to do an hour worth of work. I'm still ahead on my work. How did such a lazy man get to be manager?

So now I'm home and beat! I hate working over nights. The Ass came in early to do scheduling. He offered to let me off on the 4th if I'd work overnights on the 3rd. Great! The 4th is Squealers birthday. Maybe we'll be able to celebrate with her.

Work got crazy toward the end. I couldn't keep up and got behind. I stayed an extra half an hour to make sure dayshift was set. Now I'm home and going to bed...

Holy hell! It's a tiny apartment you DO NOT need to knock on the door like the cops. Fedex dropped off my new camera charger. He made me sit straight up in bed when he beat on the damn door. Chief and I got about 3-4 hours of sleep.(He stayed up all night so he could sleep with me today) I've been up less then an hour and I'm ready to go back to bed....