I hate my neighbor's dog. He is an old, dusty looking, almost dead dog. I'm guessing by appearance he is about 150 in human years. My husband and I discuss that dog at least once a week. The dog has gotten to the point where he crap's like a horse now and turds just fall out of him on the road as he slowly walks by. Squatting to take a dump is no longer needed since the muscle's that hold everything in have all but given up.
I know... I am a terrible person for not liking that dusty, half dead dog. I should feel bad for the poor old geezer. Here is the reason I don't...the dog barks ALL day long. When the owner's leave they put him out on a chain and I am stuck sitting here listening to him go bark, wait a minute, bark, wait a minute,bark, wait a minute,bark,wait a minute, bark, wait a minute,bark....a solid steady bitch bark that could make me start drinking during the day if I had the funds to support it.
I realize it isn't the dogs fault. He is just upset because he is 150 human years old, can't see out of one eye anymore and turds just fall out as he walks around.
It's his owner's fault...they leave him and don't care that he barks all day because they aren't home to listen to him bitch about his old miserable life. If I spoke dog I am sure he is calling them dirty names all day. That is the one thing I have in common with the dusty, old, half dead dog.
I don't want any animal lover's to write me telling me how horrible I am because I don't like this dusty dog. I have kids but that doesn't mean I love every kid that walks the earth. I have Cosmo the superdog but that doesn't mean I have to like this half dead dog.
I can not so fondly recall a time when Logan was a baby and we all lived in a home that didn't have a basement. The tornado whistle went off 4 times that night and I loaded up my 3 kids PLUS 2 HAMSTER'S to go uptown to the storm shelter. I stood there each time holding my baby (who weighed a ton) in a car seat up and out of the mouth's of all the animals the people had brought up with them. Anyone who has held a baby in a car seat for very long appreciates that gravity is a bitch and babies are heavy. The 4th time the whistle went off I had just gotten home in a pouring rain with my 3 kids and 2 hamster's. I stood sopping wet inside my door as it began to blair and walked straight into my bedroom , opening the door to my interior closet and jamming all 3 kids and the 2 stupid hamster's inside. I was to tired to haul us back uptown to stand with a doberman pincher eyeing my son as it's next meal.
So back to the dead dog. I guess I should be a little bit thankful to him because he annoys me so bad I actually leave the house and find stuff to do. Take yesterday for instance...I had put off getting groceries for 2 weeks. I mean we had some peanut butter and 4 slices of bread left. What's the big deal? Dusty dog started his non stop barking and I found myself staring out the window at him. Thinking about giving him a sweet drink of yummy antifreeze when I changed my mind..grabbed my purse and went and got groceries. By the time I got home and put everything away the half dead dog's owner's had returned home to save dusty dog from yet another close brush with death. None the wiser.
Today the sun is shining, dusty dog's owner's are home and he is inside his warm house doing whatever a half dead dog does at 8 am in the morning....*sigh*...hopefully he isn't following this blog.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Parenting 101
I had parent teacher conferences recently. I hate parent teacher conferences! HATE them!
Why.. because no matter how well a kid is doing they always find something to bitch about. I am on my third kid here...two have grown, graduated and are gone and now I just have Logan (my gift from god) left.
He has ADHD so every conference sounds the same ...he TALKS to much. *sigh*
Ya think? He started talking at like 2 months and hasn't shut his mouth since! I'll take a new complaint for 100 dollars, Alex!
Logan has low A's and high B's which is pretty damn good for a kid that can't remember to brush his teeth each day or to wipe his own butt most times. I have followed him after he has used the bathroom and left me a present in the toilet with no paper... I know.
I do medicate him on school days but let me make this clear that I do it FOR him not for the teacher's that get annoyed with him. That means I have to rely on them to let me know how he's doing. That's why I go.
I met with one of his teacher's who has him for 4 classes a day. I figured she would be the best one to tell me how he's doing. She didn't look like she was going to have a nervous breakdown so I felt like everything was gonna be good. She could barely speak though and she seemed to be so nervous that she couldn't catch her breath.
I have a reputation of being a hard ass at this school. I have had to fight with teacher's for years over Logan's ADHD. One idiot complained that he would get up and shut the door all day because of all the hallway traffic.. it would bother him. DUH..he has ADHD! Don't sit him at a desk right by the door. *double sigh* The only teacher that ever liked him and didn't complain was a woman that I like to call the drill Sergent. She was a total bad ass but that kid excelled under her watch and she gave him praise. Something most ADHD kids don't get often enough.
He is doing wonderful and his reading is so advanced that they have put him a class for the more accelerated reader's so he won't get bored. Recently they have been reading the book "Water for elephants" It has some pretty steamy parts in it and Logan being 13 acted like a typical 13 year old boy by yapping about the sex stuff in another class which caused a chain reaction that ended up back in my lap.
They expect allot from a boy that just turned 13 last week...they should of been in my junior high class. Kelly peed in a tuba in the band room, Troy threw a huge wad of toilet paper onto one of glass windows in a door and we all got to watch is slide slowly down while Mrs Cook looked like she was gonna have a heart attack, and there's Tyler and his lovely football throw into Sue's nose at a 5 foot range. Just to name a few...
I have not read the book but did see the trailer of the movie before it came out which looked like a steamy love story. I also knew about the steamy stuff because Logan came home one day while I was on the phone with his oldest sister and told me about a part in the book where this dude was masturbating.
His sister was like "What did he say?" I repeated it to her and she flipped out. "He's not old enough for that mom!" Whatever...he is in junior high now. I had to remind her that somewhere there is a 13 year old boy having sex right now and we should be glad he just dropped the M bomb....and nothing else.
To get my point across to her I reminded her of an evening years ago when her, her sister (who was probably in 7th or 8th grade) and I were driving home from a concert at the school.
I had 3 miles left and I would be off the gravel road we were on and heading into my house for the night. I can still see the glow of the dash lights as I was driving when I heard a voice from the backseat say "Mom, what's a blow job?" I almost drove into the ditch as I turned to look in the mirror and try and see the face of my curious daughter. I then realized that my oldest sitting next to me had a big smirk on her face. My first reaction was to respond with something like "I don't know what your talking about." If you can explain it then it implicates you...nobody warned me when I was pregnant about this part.
I am a firm believer in the truth though no matter how hard it is to spit out so after I blocked out the side eyeing, grinning face of my high school kid I began to explain what it was. Straight up..no beating around the bush. I did not get to finish as the voice from the back seat began to say in a loud, flat, tone...NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND!
I guess you could say that by now I am numb to all this parent crap so that night I began to explain to Logan that it's a privilege for him to be in this reading class reading mature material and I expect him to act mature about the material he has read. That even though boobs, butt's and masturbating is funny to talk about the kid he is joking about it to may not be as mature ( I doubt that) and it might actually embarrass them...blah,blah, blah, yada, yada, yada....whatever.
I am still not sure I agree with him reading a book where the class skips over the sexy parts in class but then the kids have it in their possession to drool over the smut later when they are alone. All that means is if he has questions about anything I may just end up driving in the ditch some dark night on the way home.
I'm getting to old for this shit.
Why.. because no matter how well a kid is doing they always find something to bitch about. I am on my third kid here...two have grown, graduated and are gone and now I just have Logan (my gift from god) left.
He has ADHD so every conference sounds the same ...he TALKS to much. *sigh*
Ya think? He started talking at like 2 months and hasn't shut his mouth since! I'll take a new complaint for 100 dollars, Alex!
Logan has low A's and high B's which is pretty damn good for a kid that can't remember to brush his teeth each day or to wipe his own butt most times. I have followed him after he has used the bathroom and left me a present in the toilet with no paper... I know.
I do medicate him on school days but let me make this clear that I do it FOR him not for the teacher's that get annoyed with him. That means I have to rely on them to let me know how he's doing. That's why I go.
I met with one of his teacher's who has him for 4 classes a day. I figured she would be the best one to tell me how he's doing. She didn't look like she was going to have a nervous breakdown so I felt like everything was gonna be good. She could barely speak though and she seemed to be so nervous that she couldn't catch her breath.
I have a reputation of being a hard ass at this school. I have had to fight with teacher's for years over Logan's ADHD. One idiot complained that he would get up and shut the door all day because of all the hallway traffic.. it would bother him. DUH..he has ADHD! Don't sit him at a desk right by the door. *double sigh* The only teacher that ever liked him and didn't complain was a woman that I like to call the drill Sergent. She was a total bad ass but that kid excelled under her watch and she gave him praise. Something most ADHD kids don't get often enough.
He is doing wonderful and his reading is so advanced that they have put him a class for the more accelerated reader's so he won't get bored. Recently they have been reading the book "Water for elephants" It has some pretty steamy parts in it and Logan being 13 acted like a typical 13 year old boy by yapping about the sex stuff in another class which caused a chain reaction that ended up back in my lap.
They expect allot from a boy that just turned 13 last week...they should of been in my junior high class. Kelly peed in a tuba in the band room, Troy threw a huge wad of toilet paper onto one of glass windows in a door and we all got to watch is slide slowly down while Mrs Cook looked like she was gonna have a heart attack, and there's Tyler and his lovely football throw into Sue's nose at a 5 foot range. Just to name a few...
I have not read the book but did see the trailer of the movie before it came out which looked like a steamy love story. I also knew about the steamy stuff because Logan came home one day while I was on the phone with his oldest sister and told me about a part in the book where this dude was masturbating.
His sister was like "What did he say?" I repeated it to her and she flipped out. "He's not old enough for that mom!" Whatever...he is in junior high now. I had to remind her that somewhere there is a 13 year old boy having sex right now and we should be glad he just dropped the M bomb....and nothing else.
To get my point across to her I reminded her of an evening years ago when her, her sister (who was probably in 7th or 8th grade) and I were driving home from a concert at the school.
I had 3 miles left and I would be off the gravel road we were on and heading into my house for the night. I can still see the glow of the dash lights as I was driving when I heard a voice from the backseat say "Mom, what's a blow job?" I almost drove into the ditch as I turned to look in the mirror and try and see the face of my curious daughter. I then realized that my oldest sitting next to me had a big smirk on her face. My first reaction was to respond with something like "I don't know what your talking about." If you can explain it then it implicates you...nobody warned me when I was pregnant about this part.
I am a firm believer in the truth though no matter how hard it is to spit out so after I blocked out the side eyeing, grinning face of my high school kid I began to explain what it was. Straight up..no beating around the bush. I did not get to finish as the voice from the back seat began to say in a loud, flat, tone...NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND..NEVERMIND!
I guess you could say that by now I am numb to all this parent crap so that night I began to explain to Logan that it's a privilege for him to be in this reading class reading mature material and I expect him to act mature about the material he has read. That even though boobs, butt's and masturbating is funny to talk about the kid he is joking about it to may not be as mature ( I doubt that) and it might actually embarrass them...blah,blah, blah, yada, yada, yada....whatever.
I am still not sure I agree with him reading a book where the class skips over the sexy parts in class but then the kids have it in their possession to drool over the smut later when they are alone. All that means is if he has questions about anything I may just end up driving in the ditch some dark night on the way home.
I'm getting to old for this shit.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
My friend
I have a friend in prison. Yes, I still call him my friend.
Why.. because from 1st grade until long after graduation we had a group of us that ran around together, laughed, partied, got married, had kids, some of us went through divorce. He made me laugh more often then he has ever made me sad. I miss him and have just recently began to write him in prison.
People don't think about the family and friends of someone that has done wrong.They can't comprehend how hurt we all are by the choice this human being has made. I have done the same thing..."Lock the bastard up and throw away the key!" I still feel that way when I see any sexual predator on t.v. I have no compassion for this human being. I forget that this person is someones son, daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, best friend.
My friend murdered another human being. He did it in the most awful way and he did it in front of her children. They could hear her screams as she was being killed in her front yard. I almost throw up as I write this just thinking about how awful it must of been for them. I feel sad for them and wish I could find some way of helping them through what must of been the most terrifying moments of their young lives. I can't. No words I could ever say could ever make this better.
I feel very angry when I think about those final moments that changed my friend from a "normal" human being to what most would consider a monster. I also feel sad that he didn't love himself enough to want better for himself. That he settled into a life that wasn't the kind of life our group of friends would have ever wished upon him.
My first letter told him that I could not find the words to write and that is why years have passed before he has heard from me. The person I write to is not the murderer but the funny, stupid kid that I grew up with. By me writing to him it does not mean that I condone what he has done. I cannot ever understand nor forgive this horrible act! He does deserve to sit in prison and had he gotten the death penalty I would of understood that to.
I miss my friend though. I miss his wit, his genius. He was so super smart the guy never had to crack a book. He could of been anything! We all knew it. We all envied that he was like that. I had to study my ass of to even hope for a B yet you have this guy that didn't even have to struggle and he could pull an easy A anytime.
My friend didn't know this..He didn't know he could be anything...he lacked self esteem. His life was a hard one yet he always was the funny one...the one that was easy to talk to.
He didn't judge people....I think this was his biggest character flaw. I know that some of you won't agree with this because you post things saying don't judge anyone.
My question is... if you lived your life not judging anyone than would you hang around the shady assholes that your mother warned you about? We all judge and that is part of the reason I am free...and my friend isn't.
I don't surround myself with drug user's and drunks. I don't want to hang out with people that would rather steal then work. I judge..and I am judged. Some people won't understand why I still call this man my friend. He is a killer..he did something awful and unforgivable.....but to me he is still that stupid kid I grew up with. The idiot that put a hot dog in someones mouth if they passed out early by a campfire. The one that most people followed because he would always supply a good time. The guy that never complained about his shitty life.
I wish he had complained like the rest of us bitcher's. I wish we could of seen this coming. We didn't. We are victims too. We lost someone too. We may never see him again. He may die in prison. Even if he doesn't die there I am sure his personality will. I have no plans to ever visit him because he probably wouldn't be my friend anymore if I saw him in that enviorment but I can write him a few times a year.
I have chosen to do this because....He would of done it for me. He is my friend.
Why.. because from 1st grade until long after graduation we had a group of us that ran around together, laughed, partied, got married, had kids, some of us went through divorce. He made me laugh more often then he has ever made me sad. I miss him and have just recently began to write him in prison.
People don't think about the family and friends of someone that has done wrong.They can't comprehend how hurt we all are by the choice this human being has made. I have done the same thing..."Lock the bastard up and throw away the key!" I still feel that way when I see any sexual predator on t.v. I have no compassion for this human being. I forget that this person is someones son, daughter, husband, wife, father, mother, best friend.
My friend murdered another human being. He did it in the most awful way and he did it in front of her children. They could hear her screams as she was being killed in her front yard. I almost throw up as I write this just thinking about how awful it must of been for them. I feel sad for them and wish I could find some way of helping them through what must of been the most terrifying moments of their young lives. I can't. No words I could ever say could ever make this better.
I feel very angry when I think about those final moments that changed my friend from a "normal" human being to what most would consider a monster. I also feel sad that he didn't love himself enough to want better for himself. That he settled into a life that wasn't the kind of life our group of friends would have ever wished upon him.
My first letter told him that I could not find the words to write and that is why years have passed before he has heard from me. The person I write to is not the murderer but the funny, stupid kid that I grew up with. By me writing to him it does not mean that I condone what he has done. I cannot ever understand nor forgive this horrible act! He does deserve to sit in prison and had he gotten the death penalty I would of understood that to.
I miss my friend though. I miss his wit, his genius. He was so super smart the guy never had to crack a book. He could of been anything! We all knew it. We all envied that he was like that. I had to study my ass of to even hope for a B yet you have this guy that didn't even have to struggle and he could pull an easy A anytime.
My friend didn't know this..He didn't know he could be anything...he lacked self esteem. His life was a hard one yet he always was the funny one...the one that was easy to talk to.
He didn't judge people....I think this was his biggest character flaw. I know that some of you won't agree with this because you post things saying don't judge anyone.
My question is... if you lived your life not judging anyone than would you hang around the shady assholes that your mother warned you about? We all judge and that is part of the reason I am free...and my friend isn't.
I don't surround myself with drug user's and drunks. I don't want to hang out with people that would rather steal then work. I judge..and I am judged. Some people won't understand why I still call this man my friend. He is a killer..he did something awful and unforgivable.....but to me he is still that stupid kid I grew up with. The idiot that put a hot dog in someones mouth if they passed out early by a campfire. The one that most people followed because he would always supply a good time. The guy that never complained about his shitty life.
I wish he had complained like the rest of us bitcher's. I wish we could of seen this coming. We didn't. We are victims too. We lost someone too. We may never see him again. He may die in prison. Even if he doesn't die there I am sure his personality will. I have no plans to ever visit him because he probably wouldn't be my friend anymore if I saw him in that enviorment but I can write him a few times a year.
I have chosen to do this because....He would of done it for me. He is my friend.
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