I have now reached Week five on my new daily headache medicine that is also an anti-depressant, migraine control, thousand other side effects pill. And I can tell you there are some changes and not for the better.
One, it does NOT control migraines. I have had two that I had to use the migraine med that I take after it's already started and can't take anymore pain. Being as this is the actual use of this med I'm thinking that it's not really doing a bang up job now is it? Nope...
Two, it does NOT put me to sleep like it's supposed to. This I don't blame on the medicine not working really. My body gets used to sleeping pills very easily. The fact that a medicine that has a drowsing effect is not working after a week of working is actually not surprising in the least...
Three, an addendum to the second because the sleeping effect is sorta working, just working in a really annoying manner. It doesn't put me to sleep, but it keeps me asleep. Once I go down I'm down for nearly twelve hours. This past week or more, If I try to stay up after I get the kids off to school I can't keep my eyes open for more than an hour and then I doze off against my will and sleep until noon. It's bad.
Four, I have started stammering with a fierce vengeance. My tongue gets tied up for trying to speak and I have to start whatever I've been saying all over again and you all know my memory... I'm liable to forget what I was talking about even if I just shut the hell up!
Five, Yeah uh, that whole enhanced sexual desire. I got that. The easiest way to say it is that I'm horney as a motherfucker and no place to spend it... My dreams are so x rated I want to put a surgeon generals warning on them. I mean damn... I can hardly take it anymore. I see a man I'd like to... well you know... and my mouth gets to waterin' and my heart gets to going and I'm like the wolf in those loony tunes... Of course I'm going to be honest, there is only one man I want to do this to in all reality and since I can't, well... I'll say no more on this.
So yeah it's a safe bet that when I make my appointment with Dr. Lewis, I plan to tell her without a doubt what is going on. I'm going to be honest, I don't know how much longer I can take it...
Friday, February 17, 2012
Enough is freaking Enough!!!
Okay, I'm just like everyone else. I'm going to miss the music that Whitney Houston put our as much as the average person... I know that her music meant more to some than others... but enough is enough!!!
Whether it was intentional or not she took her own life and suddenly everyone is remembering her... Don Cornelius took his own life and all he got was a day of soul train back to back. Whitney dies and suddenly NO ONE can stop "remembering" her.
And I'm not saying this to be mean because I have nothing bad to say about her but tell me this... besides some music and a few movies, what did Mrs. Houston do that was so special? Did she build a hospital or help starving children? Did she cure a fatal disease? Did she use her millions of dollars to end hunger in a third world country?
No she sang. She acted. She used her money to pleasure herself. Why should I drop everything and "remember" her.
One day was expected two days is acceptable but we're now at the six day mark and I for one am tired of every single African American channel pre-empting EVERY SINGLE PROGRAM to "remember" Whitney Houston. Let the woman rest in peace, let the world start spinning again... we will survive...
Whether it was intentional or not she took her own life and suddenly everyone is remembering her... Don Cornelius took his own life and all he got was a day of soul train back to back. Whitney dies and suddenly NO ONE can stop "remembering" her.
And I'm not saying this to be mean because I have nothing bad to say about her but tell me this... besides some music and a few movies, what did Mrs. Houston do that was so special? Did she build a hospital or help starving children? Did she cure a fatal disease? Did she use her millions of dollars to end hunger in a third world country?
No she sang. She acted. She used her money to pleasure herself. Why should I drop everything and "remember" her.
One day was expected two days is acceptable but we're now at the six day mark and I for one am tired of every single African American channel pre-empting EVERY SINGLE PROGRAM to "remember" Whitney Houston. Let the woman rest in peace, let the world start spinning again... we will survive...
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
A whole New Low....
I really honestly can't believe it... My son hit a whole new level of low this time and didn't think for one minute that he'd get caught in it...
He came home with his report card the other week and he had one a a couple b's, a c, and a d. He then said to me that the c got rounded up to a B because of the days he was absent for being sick. I said okay and told him we had to get that D up. Then next day, he came home with a pink invitation to the AB honor roll ceremony and said that since that C got rounded up to a B he had made the AB honor roll.
My first question was how in the hell did he make the AB honor roll when he had a D? I mean maybe AB honor roll means something different to these schools today but in my day, that D would have meant no AB honor roll, you know? So never the less he got congratulated by the whole family. Everyone bought his excuse that he got on it because the C was rounded up to a B, no one questioned anything.
Well even though I had questions, my mom and I still planned on going to the awards Ceremony. And I told my son this. To his credit, he tried very hard not to get me to go. At first he said he wasn't sure parents were allowed. Then he said he wasn't sure he was in it because of the C that was supposed to be rounded up to a B but still appeared as a C on his report card. Then for a week it was simply not mentioned.
Then he came home last Monday all mad because the honor roll kids got to go play laser tag and he hadn't gotten to go because his bus was late. His bus is always late getting to school because the woman doesn't show up here until 8:45 which is exactly one minute before she can be reported. (His actual bus arrival time is 8:36 and she has ten minutes to get there before she can be reported.) Anyway he said he was the ONLY ONE that didn't get to go because his bus was late and they had to be there at a certain time.
No those of you that are parents reading this, wouldn't common sense ring in here and say If this was a special trip for all the kids on the honor roll, don't you think the bus could have waited for him. I mean they had to have a list of kids that were going to be going and further more since this was a school trip, a permission slip should have been sent home. Right? RIGHT?? All of these occurred to me as I called the school to find out but was asked to leave my number and the principal would call me back. HE never actually called me back but then this is the man that called me by five different surnames in a ten minute conversation the last time we did talk so I'm assuming he forgot.
Skip to this morning. Jovaughn took the invitation saying that he had to have it to get into the ceremony today. Another one of those warning bells went off in my head. Then he said he really didn't think it was for parents because they told him it was just a party. Another warning bell. I told him that I would call the school. And i did and they confirmed that parents were invited to the ceremony today. So I went to pick up my mother and together we went to the school.
Now, I had decided that I was not going to sit through this thing if my son wasn't one of the kids being honored and I found the first adult I could and she confirmed that the ceremony was for perfect attendance, and AB honor roll for either the first or second quarter. I said he didn't have perfect attendance and he didn't get AB honor roll last quarter because he got an F and this quarter he'd gotten a D. The lady then directed me to a list of all the students on the honor roll and told me to go check it. I did and surprise, surprise! Jovaughn's name wasn't anywhere on the list. Around this time, the boy comes into the auditorium where the ceremony is being held and he sees my mom sitting and I can't tell if he was surprised to see her sitting there but I do know that a fearful expression and tears sprang to his eyes when he saw me. I took him up to the woman who happened to be his guidance counselor and told her that his name wasn't on the lists and that I needed to know why he received an invitation to the awards ceremony if he wasn't being honored. She replied that it seems to have been a mistake that he was given one and then she told him to just go to his elective which is the class that he would have had if he hadn't be in the ceremony.
I then went to the office and left a message for his teacher to call me because at this point, you have to understand. I dragged myself out of bed, and my mother out of her house and drove all the way to a school that I don't like overmuch anyway and now I was being told that he wasn't in it... Naw,. that's not flying with me.
So I am back home waiting for the teacher to call me. Because I have strong suspicions that Jovaughn got that invitation from another child and tried very hard to pass off that he was on the honor roll even though he wasn't. The deeper issue here is that he obviously wanted me to be proud of him for something and he thought that he wouldn't get caught. But here's the thing... even if I hadn't gone to the ceremony, I knew that there was one today and I would have wanted to see his award. Where was he going to get one with his name on it, or would he have said there was a mix up and he'd get his later? I do know that he thought through it enough to leave his trumpet at home. so he wasn't prepared to be sent to music class today. The parent in me wonders what would have happened if he had sat through the ceremony he wasn't supposed to be at. Would he have been marked as skipping music? What would he have done if the teacher emaillled me or called me.
There are too many question surrounding this and my son and I don't know which answers to believe. At this point I am waiting for the teacher to call me back. I am not going to scream. I am not going to yell. In fact, I don't know what exactly I am going to do because yelling doesn't work, threatening doesn't work, punishing doesn't work. Nothing works with him. He still lies like a rug. He's gotten on this path and he seems to be stuck. I'm afraid my son is going to end up in juvie because he's going to llie to the wrong person one day, you know.
Like I said. A whole new level...
He came home with his report card the other week and he had one a a couple b's, a c, and a d. He then said to me that the c got rounded up to a B because of the days he was absent for being sick. I said okay and told him we had to get that D up. Then next day, he came home with a pink invitation to the AB honor roll ceremony and said that since that C got rounded up to a B he had made the AB honor roll.
My first question was how in the hell did he make the AB honor roll when he had a D? I mean maybe AB honor roll means something different to these schools today but in my day, that D would have meant no AB honor roll, you know? So never the less he got congratulated by the whole family. Everyone bought his excuse that he got on it because the C was rounded up to a B, no one questioned anything.
Well even though I had questions, my mom and I still planned on going to the awards Ceremony. And I told my son this. To his credit, he tried very hard not to get me to go. At first he said he wasn't sure parents were allowed. Then he said he wasn't sure he was in it because of the C that was supposed to be rounded up to a B but still appeared as a C on his report card. Then for a week it was simply not mentioned.
Then he came home last Monday all mad because the honor roll kids got to go play laser tag and he hadn't gotten to go because his bus was late. His bus is always late getting to school because the woman doesn't show up here until 8:45 which is exactly one minute before she can be reported. (His actual bus arrival time is 8:36 and she has ten minutes to get there before she can be reported.) Anyway he said he was the ONLY ONE that didn't get to go because his bus was late and they had to be there at a certain time.
No those of you that are parents reading this, wouldn't common sense ring in here and say If this was a special trip for all the kids on the honor roll, don't you think the bus could have waited for him. I mean they had to have a list of kids that were going to be going and further more since this was a school trip, a permission slip should have been sent home. Right? RIGHT?? All of these occurred to me as I called the school to find out but was asked to leave my number and the principal would call me back. HE never actually called me back but then this is the man that called me by five different surnames in a ten minute conversation the last time we did talk so I'm assuming he forgot.
Skip to this morning. Jovaughn took the invitation saying that he had to have it to get into the ceremony today. Another one of those warning bells went off in my head. Then he said he really didn't think it was for parents because they told him it was just a party. Another warning bell. I told him that I would call the school. And i did and they confirmed that parents were invited to the ceremony today. So I went to pick up my mother and together we went to the school.
Now, I had decided that I was not going to sit through this thing if my son wasn't one of the kids being honored and I found the first adult I could and she confirmed that the ceremony was for perfect attendance, and AB honor roll for either the first or second quarter. I said he didn't have perfect attendance and he didn't get AB honor roll last quarter because he got an F and this quarter he'd gotten a D. The lady then directed me to a list of all the students on the honor roll and told me to go check it. I did and surprise, surprise! Jovaughn's name wasn't anywhere on the list. Around this time, the boy comes into the auditorium where the ceremony is being held and he sees my mom sitting and I can't tell if he was surprised to see her sitting there but I do know that a fearful expression and tears sprang to his eyes when he saw me. I took him up to the woman who happened to be his guidance counselor and told her that his name wasn't on the lists and that I needed to know why he received an invitation to the awards ceremony if he wasn't being honored. She replied that it seems to have been a mistake that he was given one and then she told him to just go to his elective which is the class that he would have had if he hadn't be in the ceremony.
I then went to the office and left a message for his teacher to call me because at this point, you have to understand. I dragged myself out of bed, and my mother out of her house and drove all the way to a school that I don't like overmuch anyway and now I was being told that he wasn't in it... Naw,. that's not flying with me.
So I am back home waiting for the teacher to call me. Because I have strong suspicions that Jovaughn got that invitation from another child and tried very hard to pass off that he was on the honor roll even though he wasn't. The deeper issue here is that he obviously wanted me to be proud of him for something and he thought that he wouldn't get caught. But here's the thing... even if I hadn't gone to the ceremony, I knew that there was one today and I would have wanted to see his award. Where was he going to get one with his name on it, or would he have said there was a mix up and he'd get his later? I do know that he thought through it enough to leave his trumpet at home. so he wasn't prepared to be sent to music class today. The parent in me wonders what would have happened if he had sat through the ceremony he wasn't supposed to be at. Would he have been marked as skipping music? What would he have done if the teacher emaillled me or called me.
There are too many question surrounding this and my son and I don't know which answers to believe. At this point I am waiting for the teacher to call me back. I am not going to scream. I am not going to yell. In fact, I don't know what exactly I am going to do because yelling doesn't work, threatening doesn't work, punishing doesn't work. Nothing works with him. He still lies like a rug. He's gotten on this path and he seems to be stuck. I'm afraid my son is going to end up in juvie because he's going to llie to the wrong person one day, you know.
Like I said. A whole new level...
Saturday, February 04, 2012
Power of speech..
You know, I am generally worlds most unoffendable person but yesterday, the envelope was pushed into offending territory twice.
And here I thought my offense envelope was super glued to the table never to be moved.
First, let me explain. I grew up in Ocean Township, New Jersey. If you've ever been there, then you know how hard it is to be black there and keep your identity. Very few blacks make it out of there remembering that they are black and not just very dark version of all the white faces that surround them. I was one of them.
It's very hard to describe the way I grew up in Ocean. I drowned, I resurfaced, I drowned and repeat the whole process a few more times. But the end was that I came out of there thinking that I was a very dark shade of white.
I don't blame anyone but myself. My friends never pressured me to be anything that I didn't want to be. They never said I had to change. It was all me. I saw the faces that got what they wanted and I decided that I needed to be like them. In my mind that meant I had to forget that that I was black.
It's whatever, its over. It took going to a black college and living with my husband and other things to remind me that I wasn't a dark tanned version of white and that I was indeed black.
But I am getting off topic.
It started yesterday with a picture. I saw it on one of my high school acquaintances profile and I commented on it. I even shared it on my page. In both places I outright said that it was offending. It was this picture...
You know I'm not going to pretend that there are people out there that aren't going to get why that is so offending. I also know that there are some people out there that are going to get it. So for those that don't get it, let me explain.
IT's one of those urban legends or myths or stereotypes that black people drink more kool-aid than anything else. We drink it on days that end with a y, in the summer we freeze it into pops, we drink it warm, we drink it with sugar caked at the bottom, we dye our hair with it, hell when all else fails we even mix our liquor with it. There's a million tings that "black people" do with it but you know what? It's not a black thing really. It's a friggen drink and it's damn cheaper than soda and actually since you determine the sugar content it's actually safer than soda to give kids but no one sees that. They just see black people drinking it all the time.
The fact that this store and to be honest it looks like Shop-rite, would put this up for sale and associate it with black history is downright offensive. They may not have meant it personally. but dammit, it's a cut to anyone that knows what the link is. People who don't know would just think it was included in the black history sale.
I can't even begin to say anymore about it. Just suffice to say I was highly offended.
Second. A friend of mine very casually said something that really cut me to the quick. The person who said it has since apologized so there's no reason to repeat what was said or say who said it. It's over.
The point in all of this is that people, all people, even me, need to watch what they say or even post sometimes. Everywhere there are people that are going to be offended somehow some way... So think before posting. Like I said myself included.
And here I thought my offense envelope was super glued to the table never to be moved.
First, let me explain. I grew up in Ocean Township, New Jersey. If you've ever been there, then you know how hard it is to be black there and keep your identity. Very few blacks make it out of there remembering that they are black and not just very dark version of all the white faces that surround them. I was one of them.
It's very hard to describe the way I grew up in Ocean. I drowned, I resurfaced, I drowned and repeat the whole process a few more times. But the end was that I came out of there thinking that I was a very dark shade of white.
I don't blame anyone but myself. My friends never pressured me to be anything that I didn't want to be. They never said I had to change. It was all me. I saw the faces that got what they wanted and I decided that I needed to be like them. In my mind that meant I had to forget that that I was black.
It's whatever, its over. It took going to a black college and living with my husband and other things to remind me that I wasn't a dark tanned version of white and that I was indeed black.
But I am getting off topic.
It started yesterday with a picture. I saw it on one of my high school acquaintances profile and I commented on it. I even shared it on my page. In both places I outright said that it was offending. It was this picture...
You know I'm not going to pretend that there are people out there that aren't going to get why that is so offending. I also know that there are some people out there that are going to get it. So for those that don't get it, let me explain.
IT's one of those urban legends or myths or stereotypes that black people drink more kool-aid than anything else. We drink it on days that end with a y, in the summer we freeze it into pops, we drink it warm, we drink it with sugar caked at the bottom, we dye our hair with it, hell when all else fails we even mix our liquor with it. There's a million tings that "black people" do with it but you know what? It's not a black thing really. It's a friggen drink and it's damn cheaper than soda and actually since you determine the sugar content it's actually safer than soda to give kids but no one sees that. They just see black people drinking it all the time.
The fact that this store and to be honest it looks like Shop-rite, would put this up for sale and associate it with black history is downright offensive. They may not have meant it personally. but dammit, it's a cut to anyone that knows what the link is. People who don't know would just think it was included in the black history sale.
I can't even begin to say anymore about it. Just suffice to say I was highly offended.
Second. A friend of mine very casually said something that really cut me to the quick. The person who said it has since apologized so there's no reason to repeat what was said or say who said it. It's over.
The point in all of this is that people, all people, even me, need to watch what they say or even post sometimes. Everywhere there are people that are going to be offended somehow some way... So think before posting. Like I said myself included.
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Nobody understands...
And it bloody sucks!
I have been without a decent computer for going on four months now and that is a hell of a long time for me. My blue baby died in October of LAST YEAR and I haven't yet been able to get it fixed or gotten Randy to do something with it. I started using the E-machine that Denise and Steve gave me that had till then been the kids computer but now even it is dying on me. I don't understand. I keep it cleaned out. I don't put software that can be malicious on it and I use anti virus out the yang. But yet within five minutes of getting on the internet this thing freezes up and takes nearly ten minutes to thaw. Good God spell checking ONE WORD can take up to five minutes if it has a mind to.
And no one understands. My mom lets me use her computer but then she has to come get me or I have to go over there. They've closed the library near me and the next is maybe fifteen miles so Can't go there because then I get a lecture on gas prices.
Someone had once offered to help me fix it but he's got his own life and contrary to what I want to beleive no part of it includes me.
I started a new med that is an anti depressant but at this point, it's such a low dose that my depression has now triumphed over it. For one whole week I was okay. Shit was sliding off me like a greased pig and now. it's sticking.
I have no computer, I'm fucking alone and will be on yet another valentines day, my mom still treats me like I'm sixteen and no matter what I do I can't shake her, My frie3nds for the most part go about their dailly lives and don't give me even half a thought.
You know I bet if I just sat here not moving, not facebooking, not tweeting, and doing absolutely nothing even blogging, it would take the most diehard of my friends about three to four days to figure out that something was wrong. DOn't get me wrong. They are awesome friends but let's face it, in four days even three I could have died and be rotting and they wouldn't know it because I'm not one of those friends that they think about on a daily basis. I think about them, most of them on a daily bais but I don't seek them oiut and say anything because most of my friends and I function under the allusion that if no one has called/texted me about you saying your dead, then you are alright.
But I'm not.
I hate my fucking life. I can't do anything. I can't get a job because I have no car. I can't get a car because I have no job. I think and I'm not 100% sure but almost there that my God sister has jilted me of the estate money my godmother left me. Estates close after a year and it has been a little over that now. Like 15 months. I don't like sounding greedy but to be quite honest, that money is possibly the only thing that is going to save my ass right now.
They have cut off my water twice. I have managed to keep my power on but only by hook and crook. I'm damn lucky they are still picking up my trash and my gas bill is over 400 because it's been at least three months since I was able to pay them. Come spring, they WILL turn my gas off. There is no doubt of that whatsoever.
I can't hold on much longer. Randy says anything I need for the kids just tel him. HE will send it but then he has a me moment or a minutes for his fiancee to shout at him because he's once again taking care of my children and he stops doing right and does what she wants him to.
And how freaking fair is this? She had a effing PhD and a job, but HE has to pay for her mortgage, the childs daycare, and half of her household bills??? One wonders what the hell SHE'S paying for. Then on top of that, his mother can't bleed her daughter dry anymore since she has massive medical problems so she's turned to bleeding Randy. God knows what bills he's paying for her.
So I try not to complain when the child support is a little late because I know he has two other women sqwaking in his ear but how's it going to look when his first three kids are sitting in a dark cold house because he had to make a choice on which woman to listen to and his ex wife lost?
Won't look bad on him because I'm an adult, I should have a job,. I should be contributing to the household. Hell technically, I should be running th household. It's kinda hard to do that without a job.
The best part, everyone is pretty much demanding I move. Show me a way to move to a new house for free and I will do it. Last time I checked, you need deposits, moving costs, and everything else that goes with moving. If I can't get the money out him to pay the other stuff, how am I going to get that??? Hmm???
I have a fucking headache3. One that requires the new migraine med.
I can't do this anymore. I think I am just going to stop trying and let myself sink. It's not like anyone is going to swim to the bottom to help me up so who bloody cares anymore.
Fuck life. I'm done with it.
I have been without a decent computer for going on four months now and that is a hell of a long time for me. My blue baby died in October of LAST YEAR and I haven't yet been able to get it fixed or gotten Randy to do something with it. I started using the E-machine that Denise and Steve gave me that had till then been the kids computer but now even it is dying on me. I don't understand. I keep it cleaned out. I don't put software that can be malicious on it and I use anti virus out the yang. But yet within five minutes of getting on the internet this thing freezes up and takes nearly ten minutes to thaw. Good God spell checking ONE WORD can take up to five minutes if it has a mind to.
And no one understands. My mom lets me use her computer but then she has to come get me or I have to go over there. They've closed the library near me and the next is maybe fifteen miles so Can't go there because then I get a lecture on gas prices.
Someone had once offered to help me fix it but he's got his own life and contrary to what I want to beleive no part of it includes me.
I started a new med that is an anti depressant but at this point, it's such a low dose that my depression has now triumphed over it. For one whole week I was okay. Shit was sliding off me like a greased pig and now. it's sticking.
I have no computer, I'm fucking alone and will be on yet another valentines day, my mom still treats me like I'm sixteen and no matter what I do I can't shake her, My frie3nds for the most part go about their dailly lives and don't give me even half a thought.
You know I bet if I just sat here not moving, not facebooking, not tweeting, and doing absolutely nothing even blogging, it would take the most diehard of my friends about three to four days to figure out that something was wrong. DOn't get me wrong. They are awesome friends but let's face it, in four days even three I could have died and be rotting and they wouldn't know it because I'm not one of those friends that they think about on a daily basis. I think about them, most of them on a daily bais but I don't seek them oiut and say anything because most of my friends and I function under the allusion that if no one has called/texted me about you saying your dead, then you are alright.
But I'm not.
I hate my fucking life. I can't do anything. I can't get a job because I have no car. I can't get a car because I have no job. I think and I'm not 100% sure but almost there that my God sister has jilted me of the estate money my godmother left me. Estates close after a year and it has been a little over that now. Like 15 months. I don't like sounding greedy but to be quite honest, that money is possibly the only thing that is going to save my ass right now.
They have cut off my water twice. I have managed to keep my power on but only by hook and crook. I'm damn lucky they are still picking up my trash and my gas bill is over 400 because it's been at least three months since I was able to pay them. Come spring, they WILL turn my gas off. There is no doubt of that whatsoever.
I can't hold on much longer. Randy says anything I need for the kids just tel him. HE will send it but then he has a me moment or a minutes for his fiancee to shout at him because he's once again taking care of my children and he stops doing right and does what she wants him to.
And how freaking fair is this? She had a effing PhD and a job, but HE has to pay for her mortgage, the childs daycare, and half of her household bills??? One wonders what the hell SHE'S paying for. Then on top of that, his mother can't bleed her daughter dry anymore since she has massive medical problems so she's turned to bleeding Randy. God knows what bills he's paying for her.
So I try not to complain when the child support is a little late because I know he has two other women sqwaking in his ear but how's it going to look when his first three kids are sitting in a dark cold house because he had to make a choice on which woman to listen to and his ex wife lost?
Won't look bad on him because I'm an adult, I should have a job,. I should be contributing to the household. Hell technically, I should be running th household. It's kinda hard to do that without a job.
The best part, everyone is pretty much demanding I move. Show me a way to move to a new house for free and I will do it. Last time I checked, you need deposits, moving costs, and everything else that goes with moving. If I can't get the money out him to pay the other stuff, how am I going to get that??? Hmm???
I have a fucking headache3. One that requires the new migraine med.
I can't do this anymore. I think I am just going to stop trying and let myself sink. It's not like anyone is going to swim to the bottom to help me up so who bloody cares anymore.
Fuck life. I'm done with it.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Shit list...
So everyone has a shit list. You know the list of people who have done you so wrong that they end up on a list of people and places that you never want to associate with again. Ya that list. Everyone has one they may not call of shit list but everyone has one.
My sons music teacher is officially on said list now.
A couple of months back he sent home a form asking parents what they wanted their child to play in band. I checked flute and piccolo. I also checked saxophone because Randy said he would get the boy a sax if he wanted to play it. I scratched out trumpet, trombone, and whatever else was there for two reasons. One, I can't stand the sound of them on their own and two I know that parents have to pay for them and I own on a very fixed income and couldn't afford it.
Well imagine my sunrise when the boy comes home and announces that he now plays the trumpet in the school band. I immediately wrote to the band director asking him what was the point of asking patents what they wanted their kids to play if is was going to ignore them and do what he wanted. Is did not respond. So them Jovaughn came home and said that I needed to buy him a mouth piece for the trumpet. I politely wrote the band director another note telling him that since he had ignored my wishes, I was not going to acquiesce and buy the mouth piece. He chose to ignore me and so of was all on him. No response.
About a week ago the boy comes home and says that the band director has now told him that if he doesn't get the mouthpiece soon, he will fail. Now I'm mad.
So the boy gets on the phone and calls his father and randy does the good thing and sends forty dollars so that I can buy the mouthpiece. I figured that if he could give me the money for the mouthpiece, I could atleast go and get the mouthpiece. Imagine my surprise when I got there and found out that the mouthpiece cost 50 dollars. Yes! Fifty damn dollars.
Fortunately my mom had it on her. I now owe her twenty as she requested I put the other twenty in the tank. But I'm still floored over how much a rigging mouthpiece costs.
Then they guy behind the counter dropped a little knowledge in me. If the school provides the instrument they should also supply the mouthpiece. He said that if multiple students use the mouthpiece, then they should sterilize them between uses.
I called the school and requested he call me back today. I also let them know that if he doesn't call me back, I will be sitting there in the office until I see him. If they try to have me escorted off the property then I will go to the board of education.
This has gone too far and I'm pretty sure that its going to go to levels that I've never had to go to with a teacher before.
BTW this also the same teacher that has now gone on three weeks to fill out a recommendation for for the boy to get into Northwest. He'll be giving that back blank or filled out when I see him. Enough is enough and I'm done with this.
People if you move to Charlotte, don't ever let your kids go to Ranson Middle school.. they suck ass and I am dining myself busting balls to keep my kids out of there next year....
Oi!!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Day one on the alien planet...
So last night I started my new meds.
Lemme explain... A couple of months ago I finally went to the doctors and she said then that she was going to eventually put me on an anti depressent and true to her word, this visit, she did.
Although she very cleverly hid it and its side effects behind it being a daily migraine control med.
You know this meds on television that tell you all the side effects up front? Well there's always a couple that they don't mention on the ad...
So this new headache med... I asked her about the side effects yesterday and she said it was a combinations of things. It would make me drowsy. So take it at bedtime. It might give me a couple of days where I will want to stay in bed all day. Oh and... The biggie... It would increase my sexual desire.
I have little interest in actual sex so some interest might be nice. Might not. I can't imagine that I would go out coming onto strangers because I suddenly want to have sex but then again... It's me. You know me. Me on any kinda kick is dangerous in itself...
So this morning, I managed to drag my eyes open and realized usually by then I could at least form the idea to get out of bed whereas today it wasn't happening. The doc called me back around twelve and said that while the effects of managing the migraines would take six weeks to reach best effect, the actual effects would be immediate. The anti depressent would yes, make me want to stay in a dark room all day. (This has never been so with any of my meds) the increased sexual desire might take a week or so but the sleepiness would be immediate and level off in a little while.
Gotta say as long as its a little while, I guess I can deal with it. I'm going to start the countdown at today to the increased sexual desire.
This is going to be funny. I know it will. Funny sad, BTW. Not funny, haha...
Lemme explain... A couple of months ago I finally went to the doctors and she said then that she was going to eventually put me on an anti depressent and true to her word, this visit, she did.
Although she very cleverly hid it and its side effects behind it being a daily migraine control med.
You know this meds on television that tell you all the side effects up front? Well there's always a couple that they don't mention on the ad...
So this new headache med... I asked her about the side effects yesterday and she said it was a combinations of things. It would make me drowsy. So take it at bedtime. It might give me a couple of days where I will want to stay in bed all day. Oh and... The biggie... It would increase my sexual desire.
I have little interest in actual sex so some interest might be nice. Might not. I can't imagine that I would go out coming onto strangers because I suddenly want to have sex but then again... It's me. You know me. Me on any kinda kick is dangerous in itself...
So this morning, I managed to drag my eyes open and realized usually by then I could at least form the idea to get out of bed whereas today it wasn't happening. The doc called me back around twelve and said that while the effects of managing the migraines would take six weeks to reach best effect, the actual effects would be immediate. The anti depressent would yes, make me want to stay in a dark room all day. (This has never been so with any of my meds) the increased sexual desire might take a week or so but the sleepiness would be immediate and level off in a little while.
Gotta say as long as its a little while, I guess I can deal with it. I'm going to start the countdown at today to the increased sexual desire.
This is going to be funny. I know it will. Funny sad, BTW. Not funny, haha...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Okay I know its.serious cheating but I couldn't take it anymore...
I had to look up the number locations for the madness episode of How I Met Your Mother called "Bad News"... The rewinding was driving me totally nuts!! If it helps you... Great...
50 – Doctor’s Calendar
49 – Doctor’s Calendar in next scene 48 – Steak sauce (Marshall putting on food)
47 – 47th Annual Laser Tag tournament (Barney’s hand)
46 – 46th Society Certificate (Behind Lily)
45 – 45¢ Hot Wings (On table in front of Barney)
44 – 44 Beers on Tap (Behind Bar) 44 – Football Jersey
43 – Fertility Brochure (Marshall’s Hands)
42 – Fertility Brochure (Marshall’s Hands)
41 – Car poster (behind Dr. Stangel) 40 – NY’s 40 Greatest Landmarks Book (Ted’s hands)
39 – Room Number (Behind Robin) 38 – 38 Degrees (On newspaper)
37 – 37 Recipes (On Lily’s magazine)
36 – Marshall’s Dad’s beer
35 – Stock Market up 35.34 Points (On monitor)
34 – Stock Market up 35.34 Points (On monitor)
33 – Miners rescued from mine (On monitor)
32 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
31 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
30 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
29 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
28 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
27 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
26 – Home improvement shortcuts (Marshall’s dad’s book)
25 – The 25 Greatest Bridges (Ted’s Book)
24 – Basketball’s newest star #24 (On Magazine)
23 – Metro News 23 Logo
22 – Japanese news show 22 logo
21 – Today is 21 (Calendar behind Dr. Stangel)
20 – “Private” room 20
19 – Top 19 (Nekkid magazine in “Private” room 20)
18 – Lily and Marshall’s apartment number
17 – Specimen jar number
16 – Specimen jar number
15 – Bran Stix (Robin’s cereal)
14 – Sandy’s apartment number (1413)
13 – Sandy’s apartment number (1413)
12 – Days of Christmas card (Behind Marshall)
11 – America’s 11 somethings (Ted’s book)
10 – Robin Sparkles’ denim jacket
9 – On Marhsall’s fake file
8 – Exam room number
7 – Champagne
6 – On Marshall’s fake file part two
5 – Marshall’s high five
4 – Layers of the uterus sign
3 – Open ‘til 3 sign
2 – Clock on Marshall’s Dad’s desk
1 – Lily’s cab number
50 – Doctor’s Calendar
49 – Doctor’s Calendar in next scene 48 – Steak sauce (Marshall putting on food)
47 – 47th Annual Laser Tag tournament (Barney’s hand)
46 – 46th Society Certificate (Behind Lily)
45 – 45¢ Hot Wings (On table in front of Barney)
44 – 44 Beers on Tap (Behind Bar) 44 – Football Jersey
43 – Fertility Brochure (Marshall’s Hands)
42 – Fertility Brochure (Marshall’s Hands)
41 – Car poster (behind Dr. Stangel) 40 – NY’s 40 Greatest Landmarks Book (Ted’s hands)
39 – Room Number (Behind Robin) 38 – 38 Degrees (On newspaper)
37 – 37 Recipes (On Lily’s magazine)
36 – Marshall’s Dad’s beer
35 – Stock Market up 35.34 Points (On monitor)
34 – Stock Market up 35.34 Points (On monitor)
33 – Miners rescued from mine (On monitor)
32 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
31 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
30 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
29 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
28 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
27 – Lottery numbers (On monitor)
26 – Home improvement shortcuts (Marshall’s dad’s book)
25 – The 25 Greatest Bridges (Ted’s Book)
24 – Basketball’s newest star #24 (On Magazine)
23 – Metro News 23 Logo
22 – Japanese news show 22 logo
21 – Today is 21 (Calendar behind Dr. Stangel)
20 – “Private” room 20
19 – Top 19 (Nekkid magazine in “Private” room 20)
18 – Lily and Marshall’s apartment number
17 – Specimen jar number
16 – Specimen jar number
15 – Bran Stix (Robin’s cereal)
14 – Sandy’s apartment number (1413)
13 – Sandy’s apartment number (1413)
12 – Days of Christmas card (Behind Marshall)
11 – America’s 11 somethings (Ted’s book)
10 – Robin Sparkles’ denim jacket
9 – On Marhsall’s fake file
8 – Exam room number
7 – Champagne
6 – On Marshall’s fake file part two
5 – Marshall’s high five
4 – Layers of the uterus sign
3 – Open ‘til 3 sign
2 – Clock on Marshall’s Dad’s desk
1 – Lily’s cab number
Friday, January 20, 2012
Whatever happened to Playground Justice??
Correct me if I am wrong but when I was growing up. School yard offenses were generally solved by two people, let's call them the Offender and the ofendee, in the school yard or appropriate setting surrounded by a whole bunch of kids screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while they duked it out...
Am I wrong or were my childhood years just special?
Why is it that kids today have so much difficulty solving playground problems?
I think it's part society, part, school, part government, and part the parents fault. No really I do and I could probably argue some more factors in there...
Society, well they play a big part. Because of so called wanna be gangstas that bring guns and knives to playground fights instead of fists, yo Momma jokes, and the occasional big brother/sister. Their idols, big budget rappers and movie stars that wear their pants prison bitch style on television and the movies showing kids that it's okay to do that mess.
Schools I blame because they decided that it had to stop. And granted yes to a point it did. The weapons at school does need to stop. The playground butt-kickings do not. When I was kid if there was a fight on the playground, the teachers let you duke it out until you lost a little steam or someone started loosing a little too much blood and then they pulled you apart, gave you a good talking to, maybe called your parents, and put you in a time out (In school suspension or detention whatever) and generally although it was probably continued at the bus stop back home the fact that you either whooped ass or got your ass whooped in front of the whole school was enough and the tiff was settled and it was all good. Now, Kids get in fights and the teachers call the IN SCHOOL POLICE OFFICER to break it up and you get suspended or expelled or in CMS's case suspended AND sent to some boot camp for bullies. (I've not encountered this yet but I imagine it's someone like that guy Dee from the Maury show that gets all up in your face and screams at you until you cry or something like that and off topic again doe anyone else that watched his episodes ever just want to punch him square in the face? I never someone just try to punch him in the face. I wonder what he would have done. Sorry very off topic there) There can be criminal charges pressed and the parent can even make it so that LEGALLY the two children cannot come in contact again. I can't decide if I want to say WTF or just plain UHmmmmm....
I blame to government because instead of monitoring the images available in television, movies, videos, and music, they started passing laws on imitating that. There's this commercial on television now that has a pick-up truck snowboarding down a mountain and doing a barrel flip. IN little white print on the white white snow is says trucks can't do this, do not attempt. You can't really see it if you are drunk young adult or a kid. Parents with good eyes that see more than the advertisers want you to see, can see the warning but kids and adventurous slightly stupid young adults can't. My own son can't. He asked me if we could get a pick-up and go do that one day. Even tried to tell me that if I wouldn't, his dad would. Yeah he went there. My question is this. Why, Mr. Government, instead of preventing advertisers from showing this to our kids (as well as the music videos where Young Jeezy (Which you realize he's actually saying he's the young new Jesus right) and MC McStupidass (yeah, I made that one up) are walking around again with the prison bitch look with guns talking about popping a cap in someone's ass because they A. Stole their girl, B. Rode up on their property C. Took money from them or D. Some version of all three or they were just having a bad day and the person just looked at them wrong, why are you passing laws that punish the kids and young adults that imitate them. They say imitation is a form of flattery. That's why they keep making these videos and songs and movies. Because there's some jackass that's going to imitate them and even if that person gets locked up in an itty bitty jail cell with some Bubba tapping that ass all night long, the government is just going to punish the dulpicators not the originals.
And I blame the parents. We only know to tell our kids what we learned. My son get hit by a kid at the bus stop four mornings in a row. When my mom was his age, my grandfather would told her (If she was a him) that he'd go talk to the kids parents and the kid would get a whooping and then wail on my moms again. When I was my son's age my mom remembered the extra ass kicking she got because they parent's got involved and she told me to go out there and solve my own problems. Yeah sure I did and I was one of the biggest bullies in my area but I didn't get any extra ass kickings because I went and tattled. So now my son is that age and my advice to him is to go out and solve his own problems. Oh yeah and the kid that thought it was okay to slap my son every morning, ended up with a face full of rock and a still broken tooth that is now growing in very awkwardly causing the kid to have severely bucked teeth but you know what? That kid is my son's best friend now. I'm serious. Of course the kid is still banned from my house and I call him Bucky Canopenerface but so what...
Where was I? Oh yeah. Not all parents are like me. They take that same situation and go down to the bus stop and threaten the kid which in turn causes the parent of the slapper to come down or over to the parent of the slapee and start a ruckus. Or the parent of the slapee goes to the police station and files harassment and abuse charges and the police are involved and well... it just get uglier from there...
So it's a vicious vicious ring and I don't see it getting better at any point in the future, but I gotta say.
I for one, really miss the ring of kids screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while two kids duked it out in the middle. Bring back god old fashioned playground justice. NO weapons, not parents, just two kids duking it out in the middle of a circle.
That being said if we solved world conflicts like that can you imagine Bush and Osama in the ring? Obama and Osama in the ring? Congress sessions would be awesome!
Le sigh...
Am I wrong or were my childhood years just special?
Why is it that kids today have so much difficulty solving playground problems?
I think it's part society, part, school, part government, and part the parents fault. No really I do and I could probably argue some more factors in there...
Society, well they play a big part. Because of so called wanna be gangstas that bring guns and knives to playground fights instead of fists, yo Momma jokes, and the occasional big brother/sister. Their idols, big budget rappers and movie stars that wear their pants prison bitch style on television and the movies showing kids that it's okay to do that mess.
Schools I blame because they decided that it had to stop. And granted yes to a point it did. The weapons at school does need to stop. The playground butt-kickings do not. When I was kid if there was a fight on the playground, the teachers let you duke it out until you lost a little steam or someone started loosing a little too much blood and then they pulled you apart, gave you a good talking to, maybe called your parents, and put you in a time out (In school suspension or detention whatever) and generally although it was probably continued at the bus stop back home the fact that you either whooped ass or got your ass whooped in front of the whole school was enough and the tiff was settled and it was all good. Now, Kids get in fights and the teachers call the IN SCHOOL POLICE OFFICER to break it up and you get suspended or expelled or in CMS's case suspended AND sent to some boot camp for bullies. (I've not encountered this yet but I imagine it's someone like that guy Dee from the Maury show that gets all up in your face and screams at you until you cry or something like that and off topic again doe anyone else that watched his episodes ever just want to punch him square in the face? I never someone just try to punch him in the face. I wonder what he would have done. Sorry very off topic there) There can be criminal charges pressed and the parent can even make it so that LEGALLY the two children cannot come in contact again. I can't decide if I want to say WTF or just plain UHmmmmm....
I blame to government because instead of monitoring the images available in television, movies, videos, and music, they started passing laws on imitating that. There's this commercial on television now that has a pick-up truck snowboarding down a mountain and doing a barrel flip. IN little white print on the white white snow is says trucks can't do this, do not attempt. You can't really see it if you are drunk young adult or a kid. Parents with good eyes that see more than the advertisers want you to see, can see the warning but kids and adventurous slightly stupid young adults can't. My own son can't. He asked me if we could get a pick-up and go do that one day. Even tried to tell me that if I wouldn't, his dad would. Yeah he went there. My question is this. Why, Mr. Government, instead of preventing advertisers from showing this to our kids (as well as the music videos where Young Jeezy (Which you realize he's actually saying he's the young new Jesus right) and MC McStupidass (yeah, I made that one up) are walking around again with the prison bitch look with guns talking about popping a cap in someone's ass because they A. Stole their girl, B. Rode up on their property C. Took money from them or D. Some version of all three or they were just having a bad day and the person just looked at them wrong, why are you passing laws that punish the kids and young adults that imitate them. They say imitation is a form of flattery. That's why they keep making these videos and songs and movies. Because there's some jackass that's going to imitate them and even if that person gets locked up in an itty bitty jail cell with some Bubba tapping that ass all night long, the government is just going to punish the dulpicators not the originals.
And I blame the parents. We only know to tell our kids what we learned. My son get hit by a kid at the bus stop four mornings in a row. When my mom was his age, my grandfather would told her (If she was a him) that he'd go talk to the kids parents and the kid would get a whooping and then wail on my moms again. When I was my son's age my mom remembered the extra ass kicking she got because they parent's got involved and she told me to go out there and solve my own problems. Yeah sure I did and I was one of the biggest bullies in my area but I didn't get any extra ass kickings because I went and tattled. So now my son is that age and my advice to him is to go out and solve his own problems. Oh yeah and the kid that thought it was okay to slap my son every morning, ended up with a face full of rock and a still broken tooth that is now growing in very awkwardly causing the kid to have severely bucked teeth but you know what? That kid is my son's best friend now. I'm serious. Of course the kid is still banned from my house and I call him Bucky Canopenerface but so what...
Where was I? Oh yeah. Not all parents are like me. They take that same situation and go down to the bus stop and threaten the kid which in turn causes the parent of the slapper to come down or over to the parent of the slapee and start a ruckus. Or the parent of the slapee goes to the police station and files harassment and abuse charges and the police are involved and well... it just get uglier from there...
So it's a vicious vicious ring and I don't see it getting better at any point in the future, but I gotta say.
I for one, really miss the ring of kids screaming "Fight! Fight! Fight!" while two kids duked it out in the middle. Bring back god old fashioned playground justice. NO weapons, not parents, just two kids duking it out in the middle of a circle.
That being said if we solved world conflicts like that can you imagine Bush and Osama in the ring? Obama and Osama in the ring? Congress sessions would be awesome!
Le sigh...
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
So this AM...
...was not one of those happy bouncey mornings. Yesterday was a happy bouncy morning. Partly because the kids were going back to school and partly because for the first time in a long time I had had a really good sleep.
I'm serious. Yesterday I crawled back into bed as is my oh so sadly depressing normal and basically lay there willing myself to sleep for like three hours. I don't know how I did it considering I kept saying I needed to get up.
Anyway. Coffee maker overflowed today. When the boy got up he noticed it going... Auto timer gotta love them... And I think he added water but didn't realize that there was already twelve cups of water in there.
Of course he didn't own up to it. He never does. I wish I had cameras all over my house. I need to look into that...
So kids are off. Thus starts the normal routine. I did change it up this morning. I put clothes in the washer so that something gets done while I sleep...
Sad...
Blog ya later!
I'm serious. Yesterday I crawled back into bed as is my oh so sadly depressing normal and basically lay there willing myself to sleep for like three hours. I don't know how I did it considering I kept saying I needed to get up.
Anyway. Coffee maker overflowed today. When the boy got up he noticed it going... Auto timer gotta love them... And I think he added water but didn't realize that there was already twelve cups of water in there.
Of course he didn't own up to it. He never does. I wish I had cameras all over my house. I need to look into that...
So kids are off. Thus starts the normal routine. I did change it up this morning. I put clothes in the washer so that something gets done while I sleep...
Sad...
Blog ya later!
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