Thursday, May 25, 2006
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Huh?
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OK, this is going to be a short post, because, quite frankly, I'm befuddled.

Why do you take a $5 dollar hamster to the vet?  I mean, it's not sick.  My stepdaughter just wants to know if it's pregnant or not.  Um, how about if you just wait and see if it has babies?  Or pups, or cubs or whatever the hell you call new hamsters...

The good news is that my vet isn't going to charge her to take a look at said hamster. 

Sheesh...

Posted at 06:49 pm by Red Head
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
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Summer Lovin'...
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Sometimes, common sense eludes us.  Others, it smacks us right upside the head with a two-by-four.  Right now, my head hurts.

I took a day off last week to take the stepkid shopping for her senior pictures.  As we're getting ready to go, I hear something that just sends a shiver down my spine.  It goes something like this..."If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell Dad?"  Let me tell you right now, nothing good ever follows this phrase.  I told her that I couldn't promise her that, so she could pretty much tell me at her own risk.

Seems that she met the man of her dreams at the campground that her mother lives at during the summer, however there's one problem...she's 17, he's going on 27.  Now I told her that this was a no-go situation, and that she better just leave it alone, but she'd hear none of it, instead trying to throw that whole "I'm gonna be 18 in a couple of months" thing out there.  That would be just fine and dandy if she were supporting herself as of her 18th birthday, but since she's not, our house, our rules.  She also tried that "none of my other friends have these kinds of restrictions", well, they don't live in my house, so I don't care. 

Once calmed down, we go ahead and head out to the mall for a shopping trip.  When we came to the last store, the hubby called, and once she went into the fitting room, I filled him in on the current crisis.  He said no, hell no, no way in hell, ain't no fucking way, etc. 

We finished our shopping, postponed our trip to Starbucks, and made our way over to hubby's work to take him lunch.  I said that we'd go to the coffee place by his work on our way home, but more on that later.  When we arrived, he began his fatherly duty of explaining to the kid why she couldn't date the 27-year-old man.  This did not go well.

Needless to say, there was lots of crying, and begging involved.  Hell, she even snapped at me because she didn't want me involved in the conversation anymore, so I tried to leave her there and get her own ride home, but he wouldn't let me.  This continued as we went for a walk around the building.  She also pulled daddy away from me so she could talk to him alone, and that was pretty funny because all you could see was daughter begging & crying and daddy just shaking his head no.

Now, back to the coffee...like I said before, we had planned to get overpiced coffee at some point in the day, but by the time we left, all I heard was "I WANNA GO HOME".  So, I point my truck towards the house and, in a pathetic, tear-soaked voice I hear, "Aren't we going to 'Jo for the Road'"?  I said that I thought she wanted to go home, and in her best martyr response I get "Well, I wanted coffee, but since nothing else is going right for me today, I guess I won't get that either (or something to that effect)".  She proceeded to whine about how we were breaking her heart, yada, yada, yada, to which I pointed out that she had only known this idiot for a week, and that was rediculous.  She just kept running her mouth, and I just lost my temper and punched the center console of my truck.  No, it wasn't the brightest idea I'd had all day, but it did shut her up for five seconds. 

The discussion kept going up until we got to the coffee place, ad nauseum.  I told her at one point that this loser was almost 30, and she shot back, "Well, then I'm almost 21!", to which I told her that she may almost be 21, but she was acting like a 12-year-old.  Ugh.

Well it all boils down to this...so long as she lives here, she stays away from the older man, or else daddy's packing her stuff and she can go back to her mother's house. 

We'll see how this all works out...toodles...

Posted at 07:31 pm by Red Head
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Thursday, July 07, 2005
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Four Days and Counting...
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As the title suggests, there are four days to go before our little family trip to King's Island.  I'm not sure what to expect this time out, but I know that there will be at least one instance of Drama Queen in Bloom while we're there.  I'm just not sure what will be the trigger this time. 

I'm not sure how many of these little episodes I can endure before throwing her, headlong, back into her therapist's office.  Apparently, there's something going on that needs professional attention.  There's got to be.  I just can't understand how someone can be so negative all of the time. 

Let me give you an example...

A little over a year ago, my hubby and I decided to get a second computer so that we wouldn't have to disturb her on the main one whenever we wanted to use it.  We thought this was a good idea.  She thought that we were assholes.  She had some kind of fit about how we blame her for everything and yada yada yada...I'm still a little confused about it.  Needless to say, she tends to look for the negative in any situation first before anything else.  Ugh...

Well, here's hoping we have a very uneventful trip...

Posted at 06:17 pm by Red Head
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Saturday, June 25, 2005
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Land Speed Record
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Sigh...

I always know that when my youngest stepdaughter comes up from Florida, there's going to be a blow up with the oldest one, but I didn't think that it would be this early.  We've already had fight #1, and she's been here barely 2 weeks.  My husband and I are fresh out of good ideas here.  The real issue is that she's jealous of the youngest and I'm not sure how to fix that.

The topic this time is an I-Pod.  The youngest's mom got her the 6-GB one just for shits & giggles, and now the oldest one is just lusting after one of these, but we're not going to drop $250 for no reason.  So now it's a case of "Well, I just don't get everything handed to me!"...no, we just handed her a car, which she has promptly turned into the belle of the demo derby.  Ugh.

My husband already tied a knot to the end of his rope, but I think his grip is slipping.  We need to strategize and agree on a plan of attack, so to speak.  How exactly do you reason with someone that is never reasonable?  Quite a pickle, I'd say.

I'll keep you updated...toodles...

Posted at 02:59 pm by Red Head
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Thursday, June 02, 2005
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It's Vegas, Baby...
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Aaaahhhh....hear that?   No?  That's the sound of alone time.  The stepkid is going to Vegas with a friend of hers until Wednesday, so, until the old man gets home, it's just me & the dogs...I think I'll go make some coffee...

OK, coffee's on...now if I could just get rid of this damn headache, everything would be just ducky. 

We got the kid's work schedule for the month, and she's going to average about 32 hours a week.  If she can handle it, she should be able to save herself quite a little nest egg to put towards a new(er) car.  Oh, yeah, about the car...

I don't do the whole "I told you so" thing too often, but this time I let him have it.  The rear main seal is beginning to leak like a sive, so the car's probably going to need to be replaced soon.  The difference is, this time he's going to do it right.  He's going to make her earn part of it, instead of just handing her a set of keys, and saying "here you go, honey".  When he told me that "maybe if she has to work to pay for part of it, she may take better care of the next one", I almost fell over where I stood.  Well, it's like I said, I told him so...

Now, back to the trip to Vegas.  As we were having dinner last night, she was starting to express some worries about this trip.  You see, she's never gone anywhere (not counting school trips) without at least one of her parents before.  She kept listing point after point, and I finally asked her why she was going.  She started offering up some half-hearted reason, and I had to interrupt her.  She's going because her friend asked her, and figuring that we'd never in a million years say "OK", told the friend that she'd go.  Well, lo and behold, we did say "OK", and now she's stuck going on a trip that she didn't really want to go on.  Teenagers...

I just hope that everything goes well with this trip and it serves as a learning experience for her. 

Hey, I think my coffee's done...toodles!

Posted at 04:56 pm by Red Head
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Saturday, May 28, 2005
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Hip Hip Hooray!
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Well, I thought the day would never come, but it did...the stepkid finally got a job!  Woo Hoo!!  Now, don't think that I'm being malicious or anything, I'm proud of her, it's just taken a loooonnnnggg time.  My husband and I think that it's because of a couple of reasons:  first of all, she was given a computer at the age of 10, and I think that her handwriting skills stopped evolving right then and there; secondly, unless she's going out, she doesn't put a lot of work into her appearance.  Now, when she's going out, she's the shiniest pearl on the string, but when she's just going to school, she gets a little sloppy.

Now here's where the uncertainty comes in...she's in nursing school, and is just completing her junior year, and one of her teachers reportedly told her that she was incapable of doing anything right.  Ouch.  She apparently went on to say that the kid is lucky that she's not her teacher next year.  Double ouch.  So I certainly hope that she picks up some pointers at the nursing home that she'll be working at over the summer.  I don't think that she'll actually be doing any "nurse" type stuff, just nurse's aide functions, but, if she's smart, she'll be very observant while she's there.

That's all we can hope for...

Posted at 11:46 am by Red Head
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Thursday, May 26, 2005
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File It Under "S" for Stupid...
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OK, it's not too often that I write about my husband in here, but he deserved it this time.  We just happened to have a difference of opinion about a recent situation with his daughter (shocking, I know), and when I tried to make my point, all I got in return was an "I don't care what you say!"...not that he hasn't proven that point here and there over the past 10 years, he's just never been stupid enough to say it before. 

Now, I almost cashed that one in while we were grocery shopping that afternoon, but I knew I had to file it away for later use.  You can't waste good ammunition over something trivial at the store, right? 

So, the next time I get the "Honey, what do you think?" when we've got some aggravating situation with the kid, I think that I'm just going to have to reply with the "But honey, you don't care what I think, remember?"...

Posted at 03:36 pm by Red Head
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Saturday, May 07, 2005
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No Means No...
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...unless, of course, you're a spoiled 17-year-old.  Seems as though her less than intelligent friend's boyfriend brought home two kittens from work last night, and, of course, she wants to bring one home.  We've repeatedly told the child that we have two dogs and that's all we are going to have.  I've received two calls already this morning about the cats, first the 'pretty please' call...no.  Then, because the kittens are only 2-weeks-old, 'well, if we take them to the shelter, they'll just kill them because they're too young, so pllleeeaaassseee' phone call...no.  Then she wants to pawn one of them off on my mom, who already has too many cats...no.  Since I'm saying no, she's also trying to badger her father at work about the kittens, he's not really happy about it either, so...no.  Hmph...

Don't get me wrong...I love cats.  I grew up with cats, and we even used to breed Siamese cats, so it's not like I have something against our feline friends.  Our position is, I can't train a cat not to go in my bedroom, it's a bitch to keep them off of the kitchen counters, and I'm already swimming in dog hair, so no more animals are coming into this house.  I'm just dealing with a child that was brought up to believe that if she whines long enough, she'll wear them down and will eventually get what she wants.  Unfortunately for her, that doesn't work here, so it will probably be quite interesting when she comes home tomorrow.  We'll see...

Posted at 02:18 pm by Red Head
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Friday, March 25, 2005
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Going Out Like a Lion?
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Well, I haven't written here for quite some time, so you know it has to be good.  On the way to school the other day, my stepdaughter caused an accident.  In a lot of ways, it wasn't a big deal...she merged onto the highway and thought it was clear to proceed into the left lane, when it wasn't, and sideswiped someone.  The good news is that the damage was pretty minor for this type of accident.  The bad news is that the woman that she hit is a teacher at her school.  More on that later.  The cop didn't even give her a ticket, even though it was her fault.  Even better. 

Here's where the trouble starts...my husband immediately calls the teacher to offer any assistance she needs to get her car fixed, just so we don't have to turn it in to the insurance (hello!), and from the beginning, she's not being cooperative.  This isn't good.  Sigh...

Now, a day later, the kid calls my husband in absolute hysterics because apparently the teacher is running her mouth IN CLASS about the accident, and now she's even being approached by strangers about the accident.  My husband called me at work to let me know about this, and we were both pissed and decided to go right to the school to handle it. 

Well, the principle brought the kid into the office, and she was not happy that we were there.  The Dean started to ask her about the strangers that were approaching her and she said "oh, there wasn't anyone I didn't know that talked to me", (discrepancy #1), so next he asked about the harassment, and she said "no one is harassing me, there was just a couple of girls in my class making jokes" (discrepancy #2).  I'm about to blow up right at this point.  So then the Dean asks her who told her the teacher said this stuff, and she said "I'm not naming names!"  Oh the fuck your not, little girl!!! 

I don't know if I can describe how pissed I was at this moment, but back to the story...

She finally gave up a name and the dean asked if this girl was in the teacher's class, to which she replied no.  Oh, I just can't stand it!  So, as it looks, this whole incident looks like third-party teenager bullshit.  I could have lost my mind. 

When she got home from school, of course we were the assholes of the week.  She walked in looking like she was going to cry, and I just told her "Don't you fucking start".  Apparently, when she called to cry to daddy, she didn't want us to do our jobs and handle the situation, she just wanted to get the sympathy.  Sorry, we don't work that way.

Oh, well, at least no one got hurt in the accident... 

Posted at 12:50 pm by Red Head
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Monday, January 03, 2005
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Back to Reality
"

As they say, all good things must end, and so did my peace & quiet over the Christmas holiday.  Once the girls got to the house, my solitude was shattered. 

My only goal for the week was to get my tattoo colored in.  That turned into a drama because my husband and I wouldn't a) let my oldest stepkid's friend & her baby tag along, and b) because we wouldn't let her get her navel re-pierced.  What evil people we are, huh? 

That was Tuesday.  Things were OK until Thursday after I got home from the bank.  Apparently while I was gone, the girls returned from a shopping trip with my mother-in-law, and there was some melee involving the youngest's shoes.  Sigh.  I guess it was pretty bad when my mother-in-law told the oldest one that she had been acting like a bitch.  Ouch.  Once mom-in-law left, I tried to get to the bottom of the issue.  The root of the problem is that I have a 16 & 17-year-old in the house that are both used to being an only child and they don't like having to split attention.  Boo fucking hoo.

All I know is that I'm not putting up with this crap for six weeks in the summer.  They had better figure out how to adjust to eachother without being bitchy or heads will roll.  I'm tired of this crap.

But, the good news is, I got my tattoo filled in without incident, so hooray!

Later all...

Posted at 11:58 am by Red Head
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