Facebook messenger... GROW THE HELL UP PEOPLE!!!

Okay, this is starting to piss me off just a little bit.  People who don't know what they're talking about or who went on SNOPES.com and read their take on it and every other hype on the messenger and have decided to make a "STAND" about how it's invading your privacy.

1. Facebook messenger can make calls (This may cost you money) the app has a button so that you can call the person you are messaging IF they list their number on facebook.  If you are chatting with a person in INdia that you don't know very well and you have your number listed on FB then yeah, they can call you.  Here's a slight news flash.  For those of you that have facebook on your smart phones and linked to your smartphones, EVERY SINGLE CONTACT ON YOUR FACEBOOK IS IN YOUR PHONES CONTACTS.  I have gamer friends in Sri Lanka that I have never met or talked to other than "Can you send meXXX for the game" but because they listed their phone number and email on THEIR facebook I can call them any freaking time I want to.

2. Messenger can send SMS messages.  Simply, some people get ALL of their notifications as a text on their phone.  If you are one of them and you pay for your texts, then yes, this will cost you money.

3.  It can access your GPS.  Yep  because theirs a little location icon on the app that you can press or depress to let people know where you are chatting fom and here just a little bit more knowledge for you.  If you have GPS enabled on your phone, your location was out there from the time you got there.  Google has you on satellite if they so choose to aim that at you.  Are you more worried that Facebook knows where you are or that Google can find you?  Take your pick if you have it enabled you are NOT waldo, you are holding a big flashing beacon stating where you are and just for shits and giggles here's another little bit of knowledge.  FB messenger GPS pin points you withina 30 miles radius.  Do you know how many times my FB GPS has pin pointed me like fifteen miles from where I actually am??

4. It can access your camera.  Uhm yeah if you click the button to send a picture/video over messenger.  It CANNOT do this if your phone is in standby.  It IS NOT recording you while you sleep or creep over to your booty calls house for a quickie.

5.  It is not reading your private messages and sending them to Facebook.  Yes FB CAN access the conversations should they have to but it takes a court order.  They cannot go in and say "Oh this person was talking about you're killing me! Let's call the police!!  If at any time you think that the moguls that run Facebook have nothing better to do than assign someone to sit and read your messages then dammit you don't deserve to even have a smart phone.  The thing is smarter than you.  Put it back in the box and go sit in the corner.

If you watch the video to the end he even admits that this is all in the terms and conditions WHICH HE DID NOT READ, BUT ACCEPTED NONE THE LESS. Dude, really, I have a real estate contract for some land down in Florida that I want you to sign.  I may not read the whole thing but at least I scanned it for the permissions part.

And yes children these days are lying about their age to get a facebook (And the required age is 15 not 11.  Seriously man, READ the more you know.... smh) But if they agree to the terms and conditions the bigger problem is not that they can't do so legally but THEY ARE TECHNICALLY PUBLICLY BREAKING THE LAW BY LYING AND AGREEING TO THEM.  "LIl Jr is only 9 years old but he has a facebook and uses messenger all the time.  What?? He agreed to the terms and conditions??  He can't do that!!  But he agreed and he talked about bombing the white house??  Aw shookie, Little Jr is going to JV cause he agreed!" If you can't see the sarcasm dripping off that shut off your phone, put t back in the box and go sit in the corner.

GROW UP!  The messenger app is only doing what it's supposed to do.  Conveying a message from one person to another person.  That's all.  unless you tell it to do more, it's not doing anything more.

Kids are back!!

And tomorrow is the first day of school!!! Where the heck did my summer go?? I remember pizza... and pizza... and pizza... and... oh.

Ask me if I am sad about this?  Nope!! My babies are back, my house has noise in it!!!  Not that deafening silence that has greeted me for the past two months.  I love to see them go away for the summer but hate when they're gone.  Ugh, them going to college is going to hit me like a Mac truck.  Empty Nest syndrome is going to be killer on me.

With the return of the kids comes the return of my air conditioner being set to 65 at night.  This I'm not so happy about.  I had adjusted to my cozy 70-71, now I feel like a popsicle.  But my babies are home!! Yay!!

NO real news on the Batshit Crazy cyberstalker that I aquired.  Still getting random emails about me being a bully but They don't know me so they're just words.  I haven't gotten one that went off the wall violent on me.  Most of them keep telling me that I'm going to get expelled from school if I don't stop being a bully.  Cause yeah... twenty years after graduating, they're going to expel me...

Work is still fun.  So yeah, there's that.

Over all except for the batshit crazy element in my life everything is super duper.

Yawn.  Tired as poop.  Worked one to nine today and then came home and did hair.. School starts tomorrow and seven thirty comes really really quickly...

Stay Frosty readers!  I know I am!

Muah!

Oh and... My birthday is in 22 days!!! Yay!!!

Privacy

So the blog is now private... again...

God this seems like deja vu although I can't for the life of me remember what idiot caused the last outbreak of privacy control.  That would require fishing through four years of blogs and as narcissistic as I am, (And I really am...) I am not going to do that.  Which is to say that now that I am actually curious I just might...

Crap I hate when I put an idea in my own head... *Mumbles off to herself*

So this is going to shorter than usual because I haven't an actual clue what to write about and my hands are going numb.  Well not going... Have gone... went? I don't have time for grammar nazi right now so suffice to say the ishes are numb and writing has been interesting.

Back to the topic on hand, the aforementioned Karen from two previous blogs has decided that I am a colossal bully and she put my personal email out on Twitter with the hashtag #bully.  I'm not even going to tell you what I woke up to...  Let's just say that some people take bullying very seriously and when someone that they don't know tells them that some random person is a bully, they unleash all sorts of rage on the target they've been given.

I imagine it is something like an assassin goes into the office and is handed an envelope with the name of his next target.  He doesn't know who they are or what they did to deserve this but he must do his job and kill them.  Among the email threats and barbs I got this morning were "Does your mother know that you are a bully?" and "They're going to kick you out of school and lock you up in JV for what you do."  Those two were actually among the ones that made me smile because they proved that they don't know me.

One, I wanna say woman but I'm not sure, sent me some long sob story about a boy that was bullied and killed himself.

Yes I read through them.  I have deleted them but I read through them.  They are actually still arriving.  Don't worry random tormentors, I am actually reading your hate mail. (And writing down the emails of some of the more threatening ones) but I am reading them!!  Never let it be said that Claudette doesn't read her fan mail!

Question? Why don't I shut down the email and get a new one? Answer because that email is connected to 99.9% of the stuff in my life and to change it now would cause me way more upheaval than to just delete the emails.

I guess she meant by "Do you know what I do?" was that she doesn't have a job so she sits on social media making people's lives hell.

Lord spare me.

On another note, I stayed up way too late last night, this morning trying to watch Lord of the Rings: The Two towers.  I got through disc one and have minimal idea of what I watched but disc two was where my eyes decided that since I didn't seem like I was going to let them close they were going to pull a Control alt delete on me.  So about a half an hour into disc two I crashed.  I might try disc two again tonight.  Although with my short memory I should probably go back to disc one.  Arg!!

My babies come back tomorrow.  And they start school on Monday.  My mom is is in NY/NJ and emailing me instead of calling me.  I have no comment on this.  None.  Nope.  Not me. The ex finally called me and guess what excuse he used for ignoring me?

Come on anyone??  Really?? Nothing?

"You didn't call me or text me... I have nothing!!  This stupid phone must be acting up again.  Because nothing came through."

Right now I'm having one of those moments where I look back at my 18 year old self and think, "Really, Claudette?? REALLY? No.  Just walk the hell away."

You know how they say if you could go back to one moment in your life and change things which moment would it be?  Right now it would be the day I decided to go to JCSU.  I would go to Fayetteville.  Let's see what asstard I'd've ended up with then.

Sigh, I think I am going to go into work a little early.  For the millionth time I sit here and wonder is my life really so sad that I have to hang out at work?  Then I remember the awesome people at work and I think it's not sad.  IT's cool, but I wonder what, if anything , is said behind my back.

ugh.... hands in pain.  Will blog more another time...

Stay frosty Bloggers.

I honestly think I'm about to have one of those breaks that causes severe turmoil.

I usually can see them coming and usually something happens between them arriving and me seeing them that helps me derail them but I don't see any side roads that a possible help venue might interceede.  All I see is straight road and my nervous breakdown coming full speed.

So for a week now, I have been texting and calling my ex to find out when he's going to bring the kids back.  I get sent to voicemail and my texts and voicemails are going unanswered.  LIke he is full on ignoring me at the moment.

On top of that, my mom has been asking me for two weeks when the kids are coming home and Sunday when she asked I was in a rush, I was running late to work, and I was tired so what came out of my mouth was probably something that should have stayed in my head. "I don't know, mom, that's a question you should be asking Randy, not me."  Then she made a comment about school supplies and again, something that was much safer wandering around in my head found the mouth door and I said "I'm not a total disgrace of a mom, I got school supplies."  As if that shit cake doesn't have enough layers then she laid in about the uniforms again.  For the five hundred and ninety seventh time I told her, Olivia will wear the green shirts that Kayla wore two years ago and that Jovaughn wore two years before that.  What iI got again was, "Olivia is not going to want to wear that." and "She always gets hand me downs."

First of all, I may sound like a horrible parent here but I don't honestly give a good goddamn what Olivia wants to wear.  It's a school uniform for Chrissake. Yes, I know they will be big on her but right now she will either wear them or wear them.  These are her only two options until I can get to a store to buy her more.  As for her always getting hand me downs.  She's the last child in a set of three.  This is her lot in life as it is for all youngest children.  At some point in their lives more than half of their clothing was worn by someone else. and considering I have to buy a new fucking color every school year because Ranson Middle would rather color code their students than learn them damn names I don't see why I should break my already cracked and leaking bank on brand new shirts that will have nobody to wear them after this school year is over.  So forgive me if I don't give a crap what she wants to wear.

So last night, I came home and for the second day in a row my house smelled like someone took a massive shit and didn't flush and I was determined to find the smell this time.  My nose led me to the garage where I discovered that when I went in the chest freezer on the 11th to give my mom food because she had none, I didn't close the lid.  Yesterday was the 18th.  For a solid week now, the freezer has been open.  Over $100 in food has been molding and rotting for a week.  This was the smell.  So I closed the lid, taped the bitch shut and aired the garage.  Since it's a chest freezer that was third hand when I got it, and this was my fault and my fault only, I chalked it up to a simple careless mistake perpetrated by Dammit Dette and went to look up new chest freezers online.  I was totally not worried about it of the loss of food that had probably been frozen well past it's sell by date anyway.  Why cry over spilt milk, you know?

I still hadn't drained the bullshit tolerance pool when I talked to my mom again last night.  I probably should have.  It has gotten to where if I don't call her, she posts it on my facebook for EVERYONE to see usually in the form of "Where are you? Why haven't you called me?" Gee thanks for making everyone on Facebook think I never call my mom.  I speak to you once or twice A DAY forgive me if that once or twice wasn't on your time.  I have a job now I can't use my phone at work and I try not to use it driving and these days, I'm kinda doing one, either, or both at the same time.  When I get home I usually have enough thought in my head to lock the door and set the alarm before I pass out in my bed.

But I digress... Like I was saying, I didn't drain the bullshit tolerance pool before I called her last night and she informed me that she had called Randy and surprise surprise he picked up the phone for her.  And they had a very lengthy conversation.  He even told her that he was planning to bring the kids back on Saturday.  I work on Saturday from one to ten.  He either needs to be here before twelve or after ten.  But he doesn't call me and hasn't called me so he doesn't know this.  My mother then suggested in that "i know how to run your life better than you do because you're acting like a toddler" voice that maybe I should call him and let him know my hours.

Yeah cause calling and texting him has been working so well for me for the past week.

Again, I should have drained the bullshit tolerance pool because thing that should stay in my head began to come out of my mouth like telling her that she comes off as trying to run my life at times and that at times, she acts like I'm still a child.  This got me a lecture on being an adult.  Because I won't call Randy and volunteer my schedule. He purposefully sends me to voicemail because I "Cause drama and he ignores people who cause drama" (This is what he actually told my mother)  I called bull shit on that and the flag was thrown in my face.  Some more yelling was screamed and then she said "I'm not telling you that you are acting like a child but you are acting like an asshole.  Goodnight." and BOOM.  she hung up on me.  Whoever said that you can't tell when someone slams the phone down because all cordless phones have an END button was very very wrong.  I could feel her punch that end button like she was slapping me in the face, which she probably wanted to at that moment.

Am I wrong?  Why do I have to be the adult here?  And is it really being childish if I don't feel like calling him again to tell him that I won't be here Saturday when he hasn't even bothered to even send a text and tell me he's going to be here?  I mean for fucks sake he told my mom because his balls aren't big enough to call me.  Or text me.  Hell he could even email it to me.  But I'm not being adult?

Man fuck this.  I'm done.  Like I said, I don't see a detour between my oncoming nervous breakdown and now.  So those of you that know me in real life.  If you see my pulling away from you, this is your warning.  I can't handle anything more right now.  And I would rather no one else get hurt in the atomic blast that's about to make landfall.

I want a cigarette right now.  I kinda need one.  My e-cig isn't doing jack shit.

I have to go to work.  I have to pretend to be normal because I need my job.

Tonight is going to so hard I don't think I'm going to make it through it.  Stay tuned, bloggers.  This may actually be the night I get fired from my dream job.

So yeah...

Tiny update and then a real update.

So remember that woman Karen that I blocked on FB because she was a little too foul mouthed for even me?  She uh googled my blog and saw the post where I put out there the EXACT shit she wrote to me via twitter and then what her friend said to me...  Guess what I found tonight when I was checking my 'Others" mailbox.... go on, guess...  That's right, a letter from her on yet another person's profile.

There you have it, folks... I'm dead.  She's gone and busted a caps lock in my ass.

She does nothing for a living.  At least that's what she told me on the phone the one time I talked to her.  Her mother's money pays for everything.  Her sons... Oh I wish I had screenshots of all the time she wished they would die or their girlfriends get deported or called them good for nothings and crooks.

But please tell me, what is contacting my church going to do?  Contacting my work... I highly doubt that that call will get far.  As for Child Protective services???  It's a nice threat but not one that's going to hit home.

Nobody likes me?? Oh damn... And on top of which I'm a fat ass pathetic bitch.

Quick!! Someone stop the flow of blood!!! I might die sitting right here!!!

I love being threatened on social media.  If you screen shot it, and they delete it, it's all good.

So this Carmen person now shows up as Facebook user since I reported her.  

So anyways....

The real update:

Not a damn thing.  I have lost about another twenty pounds but other than that nothing.  Nothing on the dating thing... well... no, nothing new that I can report.

I do have to figure out what to do with my chest freezer.  I left it open and it fried itself and rotted over $100 worth of meat.  But I have no one to blame but myself. I left the top open all me.  Can't pin this on the kids.

Sigh... Have to figure out what to do about the freezer.  I think I'm going to find a way to toss it and get a new one...