Showing posts with label Mr and Ms Crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr and Ms Crazy. Show all posts

Thursday, January 22, 2009

of crazy neighbors ,dreams lost & runaway dogs

FUCK.
I am NOT getting new neighbors.
damn.
Apparently Ms Crazy Neighbor checked herself into the nuthatch(I can call it this b/c I am nutty myself..lmao..) and got on medication...and she is a whole new person (gag me w/ a credit card and put me on layaway...)
WHATEVAH.
She is on meds, that doesn't make her any better in my eyes..
that just makes her a tad more normal and stable than before...
Which, I suppose is good for The Spawn, as no child deserves to live in that unstable of a home, including Satans Spawn...(and more stability means less of a chance of ME being on his 'hit list' when he is a teenager..)
BUT all the spouting off Mr Crazy did was all just talk, no real shock, since I am pretty convinced he is not only co dependent and enabling, he is also lazy and has sub normal intelligence...
and as an added bonus, I won't have him over here bugging me as much...small thing, but my sanity can be pretty tenuous at times...
seems that Del was right, and he wasn't ever really going anywhere...heh..I hate it when he is right..lol..

The dog ran away Monday evening..I opened the door to hook him on his leash, and BAM he was GONE.
someday he is going to hurt himself..
he was home in 20 minutes as always, but still..super annoying..especially since it was like 10* and I felt I had to walk down the block to see if he was still within eye sight..he wasn't..and my fingers were SO damn cold..UGH...
he was properly ashamed of himself...came home w/ head hung low and thirsty as hell...lol..
no wonder since he pee's on EVERYTHING he possibly can when he runs away..dork...lol..

Zoe, being lazy

I have the next 2 weekends OFF w00t!
paycheck may suck, but hell, 2 saturdays to SLEEP IN??
THAT is a beautiful thing...simply beautiful!!!

OHHHH and The Spawn dropped the F bomb, AGAIN, in context..
the first time he did it he was 4..and he does it every few months,,,and most of the time I ream his ass OUT.
I told him that there is NO reason for him to EVER say that word. ever.
and I asked him if he wanted me to wash his mouth out w/ soap, to which he said NO....
and I told him if he was MY kid, I would have his ass so sore, that he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week!
and then Mr Crazy called to ask me something about BasketBall and I proceeded to ream HIS ass out..lol..
I told him the reason that The Spawn says this word is from a lack of consistancy..and punishment...his says I do punish him, and proceeded to run down a damn list of things he has done to punish said child, I said well, it isn't working, and there is NO REASON for a child of 4,5,6,7,8 OR 9 to EVER EVER say that word. ever.
Needless to say,after that, he avoided me like the plague..lol
ahhhh sweet sweet silence...

Friday, November 14, 2008

Me and my misplaced sense of guilt

fuck.
yeah, it is never good when I start out w/ a foul word....

SO The Spawns father is coaching basketball this year, and wants Gav to join the team...I tried to put the kibosh on it from the start but he is not intelligent enough to get it, or is too stubborn to take a damn hint...I do NOT want the following 2 things to happen...

  1. Gav to have to spend any more time around The Spawn than necessary..living this close to him is more than enough..
  2. I do NOT want to be publicly associated w/ his father....it sounds so mean and so bitchy...but it is true...you associate w/ those that are looked upon poorly (and behave poorly) then you end up being lumped in w. them and I am NOT doing that. not. He is not a *horrible* guy, but he is not that bright, and that household is messed UP and dysfunctional...

that being said, that team needs sponsored, and Del agreed to sponsor it w/ his electrical side business..which is OK...it is the team, not that coach, that is sponsored....

so he asked me AGAIN tonight if Gav wants to play (and to be clear, he NEVER mentioned any interest in playing b-ball before..now he mentioned it, but it is b/c of The Spawn wanting to play...and he has played a team sport this year..football..he can wait till spring to play again...)
I said, no I want him to wait till spring to play any more team sports, to which he says that he need Gav for an 8th player..WTF?
DO NOT back me into a corner. period.
I maintained and said no still..but I feel like a horrible bitch...but not at the same time..
bleh.
I call it Catholic Guilt..I was raised Catholic and have always had a misplaced sense of guilt....and so do most other Catholics..I say the baptismal water causes it..just a theory tho..

Friday, October 31, 2008

My life is TORTURE

OMFG...not only do I ALWAYS lose the neighbor lottery (never fails, I always live beside a freak of some kind..it is ridiculous!)
BUT they AlWAYS insist on being my FRIEND...or in THIS case my HUSBANDS friend..
The Spawn & his father are going trick or treating w/ us tonight.I want to cry, fall on the ground & CRY...kick, scream..throw things and bite someone.....ugh.
and of COURSE how the fuck do you say NO....I want to KILL my husband for being this guys friend..honest to GOD...
so now I get to deal with the Spawn's vacant looks..blatant not listening to his Dad..generally being an annoying little fucking brat.
I know, that sounds SO mean..but this kid drives me bonkers.
I am taking booze on this walk around town...lol...
I will update w/ a hopefully quick and painless story...ugh..