Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Locked Out
Wow, just wow... I was locked out of my blog for a week, someone tagged me as spam, how can any of this rambling craziness be considered spam?
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Earrings
Oh wow, my wonderful step son has frustrated us to no end this week. His little brother T (one of the 12 year olds) got his ear pierced (his Grandma took him) And TM decided he wanted his done. Well we talked about it, and told him "you are in Navy ROTC and they wont let you wear it in uniform". So we said he should probably hold off till the summer. He said he would ask his Commander about it. OK, we know what she is going to say so go ahead right?
The next day he calls Husband and says "Dad I got kicked out of ROTC"
Husband upset asks "Why? What happened?"
Tm replies " I asked if I could get my ear pierced and Commander kicked me out of class."
That seemed odd to Husband so he called me to discuss it. I took a break at work and called the Commander. Surprise! It did not happen QUITE the way he told it.
He came to her before class and asked if he could get it done while in ROTC and just cover it with a bandage. She told him no, it was against regulations, then she dropped it, thought it was over. He the came back during class and said "No disrespect Ma'am but I think I will get my ears pierced" her reply was "You cannot do that and continue to be in ROTC" So he said "No disrespect but I am getting it done today". So she took him to the guidance office and signed him out of her class. I think it was fair, he basically dared her to enforce her rules and standards that he agreed to when he signed up for the class. Very disrespectful, and I am very disappointed in him.
His father had him apologise to her for being disrespectful but she would not let him back into the class, so he is now in another class a 2nd English.
Husband calls me at work says that TM has asked him (now that he CANT go back to ROTC) when is he gonna take him to get his ears peirced. Um no, you dont get rewarded for showing out and getting removed from a class.
TM then says "Its my money, and my body, so its not a reward its my decision". So its his Body, his Money but its Husband's signature until he turns 18, tough luck TM. No getting your way today :(
And I know teenagers are supposed to make you crazy but man some times I need a break, flag on the field.
The next day he calls Husband and says "Dad I got kicked out of ROTC"
Husband upset asks "Why? What happened?"
Tm replies " I asked if I could get my ear pierced and Commander kicked me out of class."
That seemed odd to Husband so he called me to discuss it. I took a break at work and called the Commander. Surprise! It did not happen QUITE the way he told it.
He came to her before class and asked if he could get it done while in ROTC and just cover it with a bandage. She told him no, it was against regulations, then she dropped it, thought it was over. He the came back during class and said "No disrespect Ma'am but I think I will get my ears pierced" her reply was "You cannot do that and continue to be in ROTC" So he said "No disrespect but I am getting it done today". So she took him to the guidance office and signed him out of her class. I think it was fair, he basically dared her to enforce her rules and standards that he agreed to when he signed up for the class. Very disrespectful, and I am very disappointed in him.
His father had him apologise to her for being disrespectful but she would not let him back into the class, so he is now in another class a 2nd English.
Husband calls me at work says that TM has asked him (now that he CANT go back to ROTC) when is he gonna take him to get his ears peirced. Um no, you dont get rewarded for showing out and getting removed from a class.
TM then says "Its my money, and my body, so its not a reward its my decision". So its his Body, his Money but its Husband's signature until he turns 18, tough luck TM. No getting your way today :(
And I know teenagers are supposed to make you crazy but man some times I need a break, flag on the field.
Monday, September 3, 2012
Rain matches my mood
The rain today matches my mood. I love the Husband and I love my children more than life itself yet some how these wonderful pieces of my heart are conspiring to not let me get ANYTHING done. The 5, 2, and 4 month old girls want Mommy. I get that I really do. The 17 and 12 year old boys want to do their own thing, I get that (mostly not babysit the girls). The Husband has a list of chores to do so we can at least unpack before we move again in a year. And I have work, I took a job through an agency as an independent contractor. It is full time, the Husband is a disabled Vet and does not work he is a stay at home Dad (which is way harder according to him than military service ever was). I don't mind working but I am working 60 plus at work and 20-25 at home. I a frustrated, my kids are frustrated, the Husband is frustrated. The rain matches my mood.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Here Goes
I was born, so cliche I know. But I was, to some very interesting and mostly crazy set of people. Neither of these wonderful people has ever seen me in a typical parent/child hierarchy so I know things about my parents that most people would shudder to know (but this is MY therapy so you will find out sooner or later).
My Mom and Dad met when she was 13 and he was 22, she announced promptly that she would marry him. Never mind that he was 9 years older, and married already, she set her mind to it. And though my Dad's first wife left a short time later it was just a strange part of timing(Great story there, the night they met he almost killed her accidentally and went to jail, the night she left she was tired of him actively trying to kill her, I hear he broke every bone in her foot with a broom handle). He didn't even know my Mom existed, she was completely outside of his radar. His little sister's friend's little sister. She made sure he took notice and knew who she was. Time passed she didn't forget that she wanted him. He went to prison and to Florida and came back when she was 17. Now to say my Mom is attractive is less than fair, she was and still is a beautiful woman. But she is my Mom so...I am a little biased. The day he pulled back into our home town he saw her pumping gas, and in his words "now that's a wonderful ass" but it looked familiar. So he stopped to meet the girl attached to it.
Surprise! Call it fate, call it density? Call it a train wreck in the making, or love. Six of one half dozen of another, what you name it doesn't change it. Whirl wind love affair, some fights, one arrest, some better living through pharmaceuticals (take your pick it was the 70's) and BAM! They get married. And so I was born. The night I was born the story goes that Daddy was MIA and his room mate took Mom to the hospital. When he finally showed up it was over and he was so hopped up on Blue Vs that they threw him out or tried to admit him (depending on who you ask) but there is a consensus that he was so high he bounced/fell/teetered from one wall to the other and didnt get to see me the first night. I was small and the hospital kept me for about a week.They took me home to my Grandma's, I had a crib there and stuffed animals. When I was with my parents I slept in a brown suit case so as not to be smothered in the bed with them. The marriage did not last long after that (I can tell you are all shocked) But that doesnt count as how I got here, more on that later. So there you go, the story of the start of me.
My Mom and Dad met when she was 13 and he was 22, she announced promptly that she would marry him. Never mind that he was 9 years older, and married already, she set her mind to it. And though my Dad's first wife left a short time later it was just a strange part of timing(Great story there, the night they met he almost killed her accidentally and went to jail, the night she left she was tired of him actively trying to kill her, I hear he broke every bone in her foot with a broom handle). He didn't even know my Mom existed, she was completely outside of his radar. His little sister's friend's little sister. She made sure he took notice and knew who she was. Time passed she didn't forget that she wanted him. He went to prison and to Florida and came back when she was 17. Now to say my Mom is attractive is less than fair, she was and still is a beautiful woman. But she is my Mom so...I am a little biased. The day he pulled back into our home town he saw her pumping gas, and in his words "now that's a wonderful ass" but it looked familiar. So he stopped to meet the girl attached to it.
Surprise! Call it fate, call it density? Call it a train wreck in the making, or love. Six of one half dozen of another, what you name it doesn't change it. Whirl wind love affair, some fights, one arrest, some better living through pharmaceuticals (take your pick it was the 70's) and BAM! They get married. And so I was born. The night I was born the story goes that Daddy was MIA and his room mate took Mom to the hospital. When he finally showed up it was over and he was so hopped up on Blue Vs that they threw him out or tried to admit him (depending on who you ask) but there is a consensus that he was so high he bounced/fell/teetered from one wall to the other and didnt get to see me the first night. I was small and the hospital kept me for about a week.They took me home to my Grandma's, I had a crib there and stuffed animals. When I was with my parents I slept in a brown suit case so as not to be smothered in the bed with them. The marriage did not last long after that (I can tell you are all shocked) But that doesnt count as how I got here, more on that later. So there you go, the story of the start of me.
What to do
I started this blog with the intention of it being a online diary, but I have an issue, once it is out here in the great wide world I can never take it back. So what to do? Do I use it as my impulse to start it intended or do I let my natural instinct to put on a public face rule supreme? I know that time and distance has made some of these stories funny, even in a sad way but I dont know if everyone will get that...but do I realy care? This is for my self serving sanity right?
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