tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60038637708523369872024-02-20T10:08:35.478-08:00Crazy Ramblings of a Tired MomCrazy thoughts from a mom thats sick of her family!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-28836269968188748732015-05-15T13:10:00.000-07:002015-05-15T13:10:57.363-07:00Nuclear MeltdownI must have a serious hormonal imbalance at the moment because I've never been this damn weepy. I think the stress of princess bitch face and her hanging on by a thread to graduate the 8th grade has gotten the better of me. I got an envelope that was suppose to have the graduation tickets in it but instead had a letter that she might not pass and they were holding the tickets. Well there's a slap in the face. I really don't think she understands the effect it's having on me. I'm so disappointed in her and her lack of giving a shit about anything but the phone, which she doesn't even have at the moment. I have taken everything. So I am a little pmsy add the stress of her on top of that, then I back into my neighbors car last night and that my friends sends me over the edge. My mom came over to talk for a bit and I start bawling like someone died and find that I just can't stop. I swear I cried for and hour. I seriously lost my shit. Then laid down on the couch to try and clam down, countinued to cry for the next fifteen minutes or so and fell asleep. My husband wakes me up and has no clue on how to deal with this blubbering mess I've turned into because I'm the cold hearted bitch who doesn't cry ever and tells me to go to bed. I sleep like shit. Fucking up my car has really pissed me off. I toss and turn most of the night and finally the damn alarm goes off and I lay there thinking to myself I need a minute. I am giving myself a time out to get my shit together because if I go to work like this either someone's gonna die or they might have me committed. So I call in. Annhour later my co worker texts me that she is calling in, after a bunch of screaming FUCKS come out of my mouth and throwing the phone, my husband says please don't start crying again. Which I almost did. Wow, who the fuck did I piss off for this series of unfortunate events that has transpired? Is the universe pissed at me for some reason? I texted her back I wasn't coming in today and she got her ass to work. I spent the last two hours stress cleaning my house. I took out some aggression on the toilets rather then someone's face. I sat in the hot tub in the quiet for a couple hours and now I feel a bit better. Hopefully the other shoe has already dropped and things can get back to normal. Normal meaning me stop crying like a bitch. Fingers crossed that she holds it together for 3 more days!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-42885374923931282972015-04-28T09:25:00.000-07:002015-04-28T13:17:19.819-07:00InfluensterSo I signed up with this website to try some free crap and give them my opinion on it. I got my box yesterday and there was actually some really cool stuff in there. Granted I have had to jump through hoops to try and get these reviews posted with pictures and hash tags and a blood sample. And I am still trying to figure out how I'm going to post on You Tube, because I certainty dont want to watch me give a review, but it's for free shit so I guess. Maybe I can get my 11 year old to set that shit up for me because I am slightly computer illiterate. Now I have to blog about some stuff. <br />
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First I will tell you about all the cool crap I got. Dove chocolate covered blueberries. I ate the whole bag in a matter of minutes. Don't judge me! I got a Mascara from Rimmel the Kate Spade collection. Other than the weird shaped brush, It didn't clump at all and I really liked it. It also came with a Rimmel lipstick from the Kate Spade collection. Other than the color looking hideous on me I guess it was nice. I gave it to my daughter because the color suited her better and she really liked it. Sally Hanson had some leg makeup in there. If your in need of a quicky tan, this stuff is what you need. It's like foundation for your legs. I even ended up with a color one shade darker than I would have liked but it actually looked nice when I used it. Last but not least was the Eco Tools Matte finish brush. Its so soft, It's like putting on your makeup with a bunny rabbit. There was also some coupons for Wine of the month club where you get a free bottle and also for the Eco Tools brushes and the Sally Hansen. #Spring4Wine with Club W, #BellaVoxBox <span style="background-color: #64b48c; color: white; font-family: 'Open Sans', helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 30.6666660308838px;">#NYMdjvd #contest.</span>crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-32913210123779420922015-04-23T09:34:00.001-07:002015-04-23T09:34:09.403-07:00Nothing ExcitingIt's been 3 weeks since Princess bitch face started with the swim team and she has already qualified for a swim meet. Now if she actually put this much effort into her math grade she would have a fucking A in that class. The struggle continues.<br />
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Last weekend was the first weekend we actually got to do nothing. I sat my white ass outside and got some sun while I watched my tint his tail lights and headlights. He has now drained half our savings buying shit for his car. I thought getting a new car vs. and old one would be cheaper in the long run. SURPRISE! It is not. Hopefully Mr. spending spree is done for awhile because I don't think my bank account can handle anymore.<br />
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We have started discussing possibly looking to buy another house. Yes where we live is uber convenient (next door to my mom) however, I think that it might be nice to have a little more space. Just talking about it for now and slightly looking. I am really in no hurry to move anytime soon. If something happened to fall in my lap like this house did, then I would seriously consider it. We shall see.crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-3792008632306694902015-04-17T14:34:00.002-07:002015-04-17T14:35:48.349-07:00The Mid Life CrisisMy birthday weekend started off with a half day of work on Thursday followed by a lovely dinner at Itchibans with the family.<br />
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Friday I got up early and took my ass to Kohls to spend the gift cards I got for my birthday. I walked around that damn store for an hour and a half and couldn't find shit to buy. I couldn't even find a pair of undies I wanted to buy. Well that was a bust, and a little depressing. :( My day got better when my cousin and I went on a sushi lunch date for our birthdays. His is 4 days before mine, and we always celebrate by doing our yearly sushi date.</div>
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Yes he bought a Camaro. Stupid me, I let him. Here is the story behind the car. He's been eyeballing these for some time now. He said I want to buy one whether it be an old one or new one. I'm like sure dear, whatever you want knowing full well that it was never going to happen and he was just talking out his ass. One day we decided to buy a new dining room table that had 8 counter height chairs because we also needed bar stools and thought we would do 4 & 4. We made an appointment at the furniture factory in Reno on a Saturday afternoon. I had an early appointment to get my oil changed as well, so we dropped off my car, took up the truck to buy my new table and chairs, but we were really early so he says "lets stop buy the Chevy dealer to look at that car." OK, we got like an hour and a half to kill. Long story short, we missed our furniture appointment and brought home a new car. Here's why I said yes. First off he works his ass off and makes great money, we can afford it, and who am I to say NO. Second, this is his dream car. Third, the look on his face was this. I shit you not</div>
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Which has been a lot of fun and we have met some really cool people. Also last week he took the car to race on a road course. So he did the driver school on Saturday and Sunday I went out to watch the actual time trial races. Come to find out you can ride shotgun during the race so I borrowed a helmet and went with. Scarred the shit out of me, but it was fun. He came in 4th in his class. Next week we are going to drag race the sucker. </div>
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crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-18160327840811471102015-04-08T14:21:00.000-07:002015-04-08T14:21:12.433-07:00Happy Birthday to me!Tomorrow is my birthday and I thought I would write a special little what I am thankful for post. I realize this is suppose to be done around Thanksgiving, but I am not one to go with the grain of society. So here goes:<br />
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I will be 37 tomorrow. Most women my age are freaking out over the fact that in a few years it’s going to be the big 40. I look at it like hey isn't 40 suppose to be like the new 20 or something? If that’s the case I am reliving my teen years at the moment. HAHA! I would kill myself if I had to relive that nightmare. I am happy to say that I look forward to it. I cant in good conscience say that I wish to ever be 20 again. Sure I would love to look 20 again, but actually be in my 20's, no thanks. I can honestly say that my thirties, although may have started off a little bumpy, have really turned into the best time in my life so far. I am so content at the moment. Dare I say could it be any better? Of course it could, but right now I am thankful for what it is.<br />
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My kids, although I am the proud owner of a hormonal 14 year old girl, (and that in it self is usually a full time job) are pretty good kids. I have to be thankful that my daughter isn't a raving slut like I turned into at her age. She has her moments of attitude, but is still a pretty good kid. My son, is like a 75 year old living in an 11 year olds body. The minute he walks through the door from school it’s drop your pants and relax the rest of the day. I actually heard the words “whipper snapper” come out of his mouth last week. Oh and don’t ask him to go out to dinner or just go out in general because he would rather be home lounging in his boxers. Now shopping is a different story. That’s the only time I can bribe him to come out with us. That kid though is smart as a whip. I expect him to have a high paying job so I can live out my years in a nice upscale old folks home.<br />
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I must give thanks to my ex and his wife who was the chick he cheated on me with 13 years ago, because if it wasn't for her and her “golden pussy” I wouldn't be married to the great guy that I am now. You did me a favor by seeing that greener grass, and for that I thank you. Also, thank you Karma, because that grass is dried up and brown, and that “golden pussy” was really only gold plated and the paint is now peeling. Karma, you really are a bitch!<br />
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Finally, I am thankful for my husband for always telling me the truth, even though its not always what I want to hear. For having the most fun together, watching chick flicks with me, going to bed at 9 even on the weekends and not caring if that makes us old, binge watching Netflix with me, living next door to my mom and near most of my relatives, not making me have much to do much with your mom, and finally being a good dad to my daughter cause her dad is an ass and our son. I look forward to being an old fart traveling the country in our RV during the golden years.<br />
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In closing, I look forward to another great year. Hello 37!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-52786656415435716082015-04-06T10:30:00.000-07:002015-04-06T10:30:01.617-07:00Chapter IIA new quarter begins in January and ends in middle March. Everything gets wiped clean and Princess Bitch Face gets to start all over at 100%. So the nice Queen that I am decides that she can have her phone during the day and to return it to me just before bedtime as a good faith effort on my part to let her see I am trying to be fair and she should reciprocate the effort in school. I even make arrangements with my cousin who is a senior in high school to come help her with her math homework whenever she needs it because god knows were to fucking stupid to help her with it, and she doesn't have to sit with Amy Farrah Fowler after school to help do her homework. I thought this might be a better way to sear it into her tiny brain that she can really do it if she has the right person teaching her. I have already told her that she is now smarter than me because I haven't a clue how to do anything shes working on. I went into deer in the headlights mode when I tried You Tubing it in an effort to help. So after a long couple of months of one day her grades a B, the next and F, the day after that back to a C. I cant decide if Power School in a good thing or bad because I am driving myself mad with this up and down roller coaster. Finally, she came out with a 69% on her report card. I let her have the phone the whole weekend I was so happy she passed. Enter new quarter, where things get wiped clean and we start all over. Two weeks in and wouldn't you know it, shes got a mother fucking F. Guess what? I waved my magic wand, and POOF! Phone be gone. She now has to do chores to gain an hour of phone use till her grade comes up. It's been kinda nice breaking the phone addiction. I at least see her more these days, which I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad thing. I am trying to get her involved in something other than sitting on her ass in her PJ's, so she's trying out for the swim team this afternoon. Fingers Crossed.<br />
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Chapter III will cover my husbands mid life crisis, so stay tuned!<br />
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<br />crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-28591939951839739422015-03-31T10:00:00.000-07:002015-03-31T10:00:13.494-07:00Breaking the SilenceSo over the last couple years I have actually had nothing to say. Life has been all glitter and rainbows for me. So I put the blog on the back burner. Until yesterday! I was sitting in my car stewing about my hormonal, attention whore of a daughter. She's 14. Yes, I know what your thinking, What a lucky mom. HA! If you are actually lucky enough to have one of these, you know what I'm talking about. And things have been relatively fine until around December I suppose. So let me back up and tell you a story.<br />
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Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there was a fair maiden named Princess Bitch Face. Princess Bitch Face had a magic IPhone that her mother Queen Kick Ass could control her with when she wasn't behaving. Due to not turning in a lot of her math work she managed to have an F in math class. Seeing as how there was only 2 weeks left in the semester, Queen Kick Ass had to go meet with her counselor and math teacher to try and find a solution for her to try and get her grade to at least a D to pass. I meet with said counselor and her math teacher who I can only describe as the socially inept Amy Farrah Fowler from the Big Bang Theory, which assured me that if Princess Bitch Face would come in during lunch hour and to homework club everyday after school that she would NO DOUBT pass the semester. So we all made an agreement. Princess Bitch Face did as she was told, everyday attending lunch and homework club Amy Farrah Fowler. Re Doing all the work she needed to do, and at the end of the 2 weeks and beginning of Xmas break, she came away with a 59% A FUCKING 59%. Queen Kick Ass went on a sudden tear, and ripped Princess Bitch Face an new one for not doing the work when it was suppose to be done the first time, and trying to pull it out of her ass at the last minute as usual. Plus reamed Amy Farrah Fowler and the counselor a new one for assuring me that it could be done, but came up one point short. FUCKING FUCKS! So the good Queen that I am, the Princess needed an appropriate punishment. So I took the magic IPhone away and made her do daily chores for an hour of use per day the entire Xmas break. I told her that she wouldn't have full use of it until she could keep her grades steady and prove to me that she's not fucking off in class. (Side bar, I did try and get her out of that class with no such luck, so I to her she would just have to suck it up and do her best. It's not like I'm expecting A's or anything. At this point my standards are so low I am jumping for joy over a D).<br />
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To be continued............crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-62907925229387445102013-02-20T09:27:00.001-08:002013-02-20T09:27:24.403-08:00Sick AgainWoo Hoo, I got it back again. Fourth time in eight weeks. I thought I was in the clear last Friday when I was feeling actually good and had no reoccurring symptoms of the whatever I keep re- infecting myself with. Guess not. Saturday morning I felt great. Saturday afternoon, not so good. We did have our late Valentines dinners Saturday night. Steak and lobster, which I ate in my jammies because I was freezing and didn't feel good. The lymph node on my neck seems to be a little bigger then it was the last two weeks. I have an appointment with the doctor in a couple weeks to re-establish since my doctor retired and didn't tell anyone. Oh well hopefully I can kick this shit one way or another eventually because I'm really sick of being sick!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-55107823152547787542013-02-15T09:41:00.000-08:002013-02-15T09:41:03.714-08:00Disappointed AGAIN!As you know every year on Valentines day I get my hopes up just to be let down. This year was no different. However, on Wednesday when I get home and the hubby declares that he is buying a 5 ft. plastic display of his favorite race car drivers car for $80.00, I expect my ass to be kissed for allowing such shenanigans to take place. No, I am not happy about this. Yes, I did expect flowers of some sort waiting for me when I arrived home yesterday. And yes he his on my shit list and knows it with out me having to say it. I did however get a nice surprise for one of my dear friends last night at bowling. He brought me a jar of bacon bits for the crack fries that they have that I eat with nacho cheese and keep saying how much better it would be with bacon. Yes it was a joke and funny, but also thoughtful! Oh and I got two beers out of him too! So I guess it wasn't a total loss of the day anyways. As for the hubby, until I get my mother fucking flowers, we are not speaking and I will be wearing my granny panties until this matter is resolved!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-72476465593769534782013-02-11T10:11:00.002-08:002013-02-11T10:11:54.312-08:00A Little CrazyAll right so the hubby's birthday flew by this weekend. We had a little get together on Friday with my family, and Saturday the boy and I took him to see a show at one of the casinos downtown. It was a magic show with Vegas show girls. It was good, we all enjoyed it and had a good time.<br />
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The great moldy cheese experiment has commenced. Yes it's that time of year again where I get to do some more of my kids homework. The boy is now required to do science projects. I get one out and one goes into having to do it. So he picks which cheese molds the quickest. OK, doesn't sound all that hard, but the thing that irks me is I have to waste 9 pieces of cheese. 3 for each kind. Cheese ain't cheap. So now I have 9 pieces of cheese in 3 zip locks on my washing machine waiting for it to mold. Aaahhh good times!<br />
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I got the house all nice and clean and disinfected yesterday. I am on my last day of antibiotics. Will see what happens at the end of the week because it's about that time where I should be getting this shit back. I keeping my fingers crossed that this time I wont get it. I'm still a little concerned about the swollen lymph node on the side of my neck. I keep checking everywhere to make sure there is no other ones on my body. So far so good. But I still just don't feel quite right. I wish my Dr. Appt. was a little earlier then March. Oh yeah my Dr. retired with no notice to anyone, so I have to establish with another Dr. in that group. I've been going there since the age of 12, you would think I'm already established!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-41866730168412380402013-02-04T10:19:00.001-08:002013-02-04T10:19:30.687-08:00As I ageI'm approaching 35 in a few months and some fun new things apparently come along with aging that they sure don't go over with you in health class. First off, my new party trick is when I cough 2 out of 5 times I pee myself a little. What the hell is with that? Does this mean I'm going to be sporting adult diapers by the time I'm 40? I'm really not sure I can handle that. I was looking at my hands the other day and noticing that my skin is not looking as smooth as it used too. It's starting to take on this grainy transparent look that has got me a little worried. Oh and don't even get me started on the acne. OK what the FUCK ladies? I feel as though I'm going through puberty again breaking out in places I didn't even break out in when I was a kid. And last but not least, the facial hair. I'm a fucking chick! What in the hell is going on. Why wasn't I told of this happening? You see the commercials for waxing and whatnot's, but really don't think its that big of an issue unless your Greek (no offense) or have a serious gland problem. OK OK, I'm Italian, I should have seen this coming. But I didn't. So now I have to damn near pluck everything in sight every damn day. Long story short, I'm saving for laser hair removal, and getting old blows! crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-370481641104923332013-02-02T17:25:00.001-08:002013-02-02T17:25:36.008-08:00Grand-what?Yesterday afternoon my mom calls he and says is douche bags (step kid i hate) girlfriend pregnant? Um I don't know why? Because his mom posted she was going to be a grandma. I don't know I say because I'm not friends with him, but I'll check it out. Sure enough, she's pregnant, and it's all over Facebook. So I text my hubby who's been sick in bed over the last couple days whether I should start officially calling him grandpa? He did not find this funny. I guess the kid has told the world but is to chicken shit to tell his dad and the hubby is a little pissed. And it's kind of weird because the girlfriend has a two year old from another guy. Ok if I were her, I would avoid getting knocked up at all cost. Oh we'll he's an adult now, my only concern is now they will be welfare cases because she doesn't work and his job is sketchy at best. Whatever!<br />
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So I'm sick again. This is the third time in 6 weeks. The last two were viral, this time it's come with a fever so my mom drug me to the urgent care this morning. I've been laying in bed all day hoping the antibiotics kick in quick so I'll feel better tomorrow for the people coming over for Super Bowl. The hubby found a buffalo meatball recipe that stick with the diet I'm currently back on. It was nice cause he vacuumed and did the dishes for me today, but informed me he doesn't do bathrooms or the laundry hahaha. Happy Super Bowl Sunday!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-72576477638880183272013-01-31T10:25:00.001-08:002013-01-31T10:25:36.019-08:00Waste of timeSo just like I thought it would be, the student led conference was the biggest waste of my damn time EVER. I didn't even say 1 word to the computer teacher whose class we ended up in. She gets a folder of some class work shes done, and that's it. I wrote a nasty comment on the comment card they made me fill out that went along the lines of if I wanted to get my childes perspective on how she's doing, I can ask her that at home and get the answer of fine. I want the truth from the teacher, because clearly her grades indicate shes not fine. I walked out of that school so pissed off, five minutes later. Took her directly to my grandmas house where she sat with the math tutor for the rest of her day. She now knows fractions. So now we have him coming on a weekly basis to work with her, that way I don't have an aneurysm one day yelling at her.<br />
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So the hubby has been sick the last two days. Weird fever and that's it. It broke last night, and thank god he went to the couch as soon as I got into bed. No I'm not that nice wife who will give him the bed, although I expect him to go to the couch when I'm sick. Hey I bought him some meds yesterday so get off my ass, I'm not that mean. Hopefully he will be back to work tomorrow.<br />
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crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-78371825943394418822013-01-30T10:25:00.000-08:002013-01-30T10:25:02.617-08:00Homework + Wine = less yelling!So the Math teacher who hasn't returned my call from Monday is on my fucking SHIT list. The guy has been out for like 2 weeks now. Somebody better be dead, because I'm not sure how much more I can take of fractions. My ex is a dumb ass piece of shit who is as dumb as the girl. She calls me and says I have homework. OK if I'm going to need to help you on this you need to get your ASS (exact words, I shit you not) home early, because I'm not going to be doing this at fucking 9 at night. So I call the Ex and tell him to you tube how to do it, because that's the only way I figured it out on Sunday. He's off all day, why do I have to do this shit when I work all fucking day? Oh yeah, cause he's stupid! Well he cant even figure it out watching the video (I really think he didn't want to do it) so he dumps it on me. I pour myself a huge glass of wine in anticipation of the next 2 hours of screaming. Two glasses later, a lot of yelling between my hubby and I, one you tube video on how to subtract mixed fractions watched oohhh, I'd say at least 40 times, about 10 text messages to my cousin whos in high school, and I can do the fucking things in my sleep! Her, still has no clue. So basically I did the damn homework while she stared at the wall. Today is my parent teacher conference minus the teacher. I cant wait!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-51625321705993025092013-01-28T10:20:00.000-08:002013-01-28T10:20:12.839-08:00I'm so dumb I have to google my kids math work.You get to a point in your life where you think hey, I'm almost 35, I think I'm pretty smart. That's until your kid brings home math homework that you have know clue how to do. Oh did I mention she also is failing math at the moment and has a whopping 22% in the class. And the quarter just started over. So here we are again, middle of the year and I'm calling the math teacher (who hasn't returned my call yet by the way) to find out what crappy solution that he can suggest to get her back on track and understanding how to do it. First problem is this has been a problem since the 3rd grade. Second problem is that they are giving her stuff that I vaguely remember doing in high school, in sixth grade. Third the teachers don't really seem to give a shit, so really why should she at this point. It makes me mad that I cant even help her with this crap. I have a tutor lined up who helped her with her make up work while she was out sick a couple weeks ago who is more then willing to help her with her homework, but she never has any damn homework. And she doesn't understand what the teacher keeps going over with her. I don't want to call her stupid, I think it's actually lack of interest. Also if she is uninterested, how and I going to make her retain anything anyone tells her? And If I cant even do the damn work, what the FUCK? I'm so fucking frustrated. I googled it and I'm still not even sure I'm doing it right. So If I'm trying to show her the wrong way, or the way google is telling me is not the way the teacher is telling her so now what? I wonder if the have a dumbed down version of the math class that they can put her in, and maybe I can understand? I'll update "the Talk" tomorrow.crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-16210106004697063262013-01-24T09:35:00.000-08:002013-01-24T09:35:15.089-08:00Back in a flash!Let me start this story from last night. And I will try to be brief. Hubby's in a really bad mood because work has been crazy. Oh wait let me back that truck up one more time. I forgot I've been gone awhile. OK, so hubby's friend/boss, the one that got him the job quit like 3 months ago. He was the superintendent. Now hubby takes his position, but they don't replace hubby's job, so now he's doing both. Anyhoo, the weather has been in the one digit the last couple weeks. So the fire sprinklers in a warehouse busted and flooded the whole place (but that's what happens when you don't want to pay for the heat to be on). Hubby rips all the damaged carpet, sheet rock, etc... out, dries the building out and the insurance adjuster is now on his ass about asbestos. The the glass people put in new windows in the wrong unit and doesn't want to fix the mistake. Then I laugh at the situation, because really, only this much bad shit can happen to him in one day which lands my ass on the shit list for the rest of the night. This morning I say "well maybe you will have a better day, at least it couldn't get any worse!" HA, he calls up and says he forgot his wallet on the dresser that just so happens to have the company credit card that he needs to buy supplies. So me being the good wife that I am, decide I'm going to be nice and drive my ass 20 minutes to Reno to give it to him. So I drop the boy off at school 5 minutes early and haul balls. I make it there at the time I say, and I wait. I wait because he sends the dumb ass (step kid who is now also working with daddy because he cant find a job of his own and was about to be cut the fuck off by me) I wait 10 minutes all the while I feel like I'm doing a drug deal sitting in the empty parking lot of a mall that wasn't even open yet to have a truck pull up along side my car to do the exchange out the window. And yes, I got some weird looks from the people cleaning the parking lot on my way out. All in all I was only 15 minutes late for work, because I drove like 100 on the freeway on my way back managing to hit every asshole going under the speed limit in the fast lane and every red fucking light when I got into town!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-75331527564918917382013-01-23T10:47:00.000-08:002013-01-23T10:47:18.616-08:00Getting Back on Track!OK, so yes, I know it's been like months. Where have I been you ask? Well I'll tell you. And it totally has NOT been interesting. So basically we moved into the house, and have been blowing money out our asses because now we actually have some. We have calmed down a bit since Xmas. Were trying to save some at the moment, but that all flew out the window when the light bulb over the hubby's head went on right after I made the last payment on my new appliances. HOT TUB! Yep, the hey can we just go look at the spa place so I can get prices on what these things cost? Ended in us being the proud owners of a brand new spa! The funny thing is. I like it. We have been having our alone time with a glass of wine right after dinner the last few weeks for about an hour and a half or so. Then we put on our jammies, watch a little TV and head to bed. It's really been kinda nice to get away from the kids for just a bit. And hell they have been really good about leaving us alone, and not starting shit with each other.<br />
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So all I got for Xmas this year was an extra 10 pounds added to my ass. I'm really trying to get back on track these days, but damn it, all the chicken wings, pizza, sesame balls, CRACK fries (I'll get to that in a minute) oh and the cake being dropped off at my house from various relatives because hey, she has kids, they need this 3/4 of a birthday cake I don't want at my house. Ends up on a plate in my mouth because I have no fucking will power. And the fact that I cant see my my bathing suit bottoms due to the ginormous fat roll I have suddenly acquired (thank god none of my neighbors can see me get in and out of the hot tub) have got me suddenly depressed. I think hey, today I'm going to do it, but then I have lunch and am like well that last piece of cake needs to be ate before it gets stale. And no one wants to waste cake. So I'll start tomorrow then. HA, cookies at work today, you don't say. OooHH I'll just have one. Then when I'm cleaning the kitchen. Oh look theres 1 1/2 cookies left, cant let that get thrown away. And last but not least, the CRACK fries. So in September I joined a bowling league with my friends. I have so much fun, and I really like it, but the bowling alley snack shack makes these french fries that are ridiculous. Hence the CRACK fries. The serve them with a side of nacho cheese and you have the perfect combination for a continual backed up colon. I keep trying to resist to no avail. Maybe today will be the day, So far so good. And I look forward to seeing my bikini bottoms once again. Hopefully before summer starts or I'm swimming in sweat pants!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-73387676568785358912012-08-25T04:47:00.002-07:002012-08-25T04:47:39.200-07:00Were in like Flynn!First night in our new house, check! Typical up at the crack of dawn because it's a new place yet I'm still in my own bed, always. Good thing I have a week off to get used to it. Actually I take that back, it's 10 days with the holiday, and let me tell you Friday drug on and on at work. The hubby and Jesus, got all the heavy shit moved during the day, and left all the little shit for mom and I to do the rest of the weekend. We must be out of the rental by Friday. Which means, the hubby still has his man room, and man garage to pack up and move out. I dont know which is worse, lifting furniture or dealing with the little crap. My vote is little crap. Or I just hate all things associated with moving. Will see how the rest of the week plays out. I'm hoping it's not all gung ho like the painting only to crap out at the end and alls I'm left with is one fucking bathroom that still needs paint. And YES, i am still pissed about that.....STILL!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-49995592059013079462012-08-23T06:40:00.000-07:002012-08-23T06:40:03.451-07:00The time has come!Moving has commenced. The carpets got cleaned yesterday, and packing has started. Shit gets going today. Have I said that I really hate moving? It's just so fucking overwhelming to me. I don't know where to start, I just feel like I'm going in 10 different directions. I got most of my kitchen packed up, I suppose I'd better stick to one room, finish it then move to the next. I got the kids drawers cleaned out. That was a big chore in itself. The boy cleaned out his toy box and thank god minimized his junk. This is going to be hell this weekend!<br />
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Aside from all of the moving craziness, the girl has Middle School boot camp today. She gets her schedule, locker, and meets her teachers. I cant believe I have a kid in middle school. I don't feel that old, but I guess I'm not getting any younger these days. cant wait to see what fresh hell middle school brings. Hormones, boyfriends......did I mention puberty? God help me. I pray to god she's nothing like me.....NOTHING!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-54736059919542148172012-08-21T06:53:00.000-07:002012-08-21T06:53:12.777-07:00Going, going, over it!So you know when you start a project with such gusto, and then towards the end your kinda over it? Well lets just say I'm kinda over it about now. Thankfully we are on the last leg of this little renovation. Just waiting for the hubby to get his ass in gear and finish the one fucking bathroom that needs paint that he seems to be taking his sweet time doing. The carpets are getting cleaned tomorrow and then that's it, ready to start moving. Keep in mind I haven't yet packed one fucking box, but I'm moving two blocks away. Its basically going to be throwing shit in a box and taking it to the new house, dumping it and repeat. That's how we roll when we move. I am so looking forward to my week off next week, a week with no painting, ripping out bushes, or scrubbing dropped drywall mud off the carpet because people cant fucking be careful. Nope, just sitting in my new house while the kids are finally back at school, casually putting the last minute things away that I know are going to get piled up this weekend. Maybe go shopping for some new stuff I want but don't need, who knows, 10 blissful days off is all I'm looking forward too!<br />
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I did finally make that one last minute decision on Sunday regarding the wall color of our room. I saw this awesome bluish greenish grayish wall color in HGTV and was instantly in love. I woke up in the morning rolled over and said to the hubby "OK I decided, I want that color in our room!" So off to Lowe's we went for the umpteenth time to get more paint. But in the end, the room looks fabulous and everyone LOVES the color. It especially looks awesome with the flat white ceilings. I am totally tooting my own horn right now!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-60718038069073495772012-08-16T06:28:00.001-07:002012-08-16T06:28:53.513-07:00running out of timeSo this little snowballing house project of ours is just that, snowballing. And on top of it, time is running out. The kids rooms are done and painted. The ceiling in the living room and kitchen are painted. Other then that, nothing else is done. Well I take that back, Mom and I busted ass and got the entire house primered, but we are not allowed to paint per the anal retentive hubby who wants it perfect. Hey, do you want it done, or perfect? He's bitching this morning about needing to start moving shit in. REALLY? That's the last thing that needs to be done. Plus we have till the 31st, that's another week. Just do the tile, and the paint then worry about the rest later. It's going to come down to the wire I can feel it. I am NOT lookng forward to the next two weeks.crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-55829966660699837602012-08-10T06:49:00.000-07:002012-08-10T06:49:02.305-07:00Ding Dong The VWs GONE!!!It's gone, It runs, It's registered and insured as of yesterday. I don't know if It's completely fixed or not, but it isn't coming back here! I actually got the garage back for the last 3 weeks were in this house. So I hope nothing happens to that fucking car for the next 3 weeks. Once that's up, no more garage and sorry it's broke, but you cant bring it here! Just run for the next 3 weeks.....please.<br />
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Picked out the tile last night for the kitchen. I really liked that multi colored stone tile, but it's a little to blueish for the counter tops, so we went with a smoky grey. It's nice, has some highs and lows to give it texture to it. Then picked out a sink since that's getting replaced too. Mud man should be done by tomorrow afternoon, then we can start painting on Sunday and paint the rest of the week. Technically this puts us ahead of schedule. Fingers crossed it stays that way! Have a great weekend!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-84648417666290357242012-08-07T06:44:00.000-07:002012-08-07T06:44:18.880-07:00Robo maniacAll right, I must say that the guy doing the texture of my ceiling and walls is a freaking robo maniac. The living room ceiling is done and 2 out of 3 walls are done. The hubby had to tell him to go home last night because he was starting another wall and it was late. Either he's that enthusiastic, or he's sick of us and wants it done. Either way it's going pretty quick now so who cares. At the rate were going, we should be able to start painting this weekend. Fingers crossed. So now the kitchen is snowballing, because the counters and appliances look so nice that the floor needs to be done, so add tile work before we move the the list of to do's. I told the hubby that it's gotta stop somewhere sometime or we will never be able to move in. Will see what happens at this point. I figure that if I don't suggest looking at tile then he'll let it go......hopefully for now.crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-87865094944312267382012-08-06T06:36:00.000-07:002012-08-06T06:36:19.470-07:00GourmetWell so much for replacing the appliances one by one in the future. Damn you Lowes and your sale prices. I am now the proud owner of a nice new stainless steel stove, dishwasher (keep in mind that didn't need to be replaced because it was fairly new, but got to have everything matching right?) and fridge. The house is coming along great. Walls are all taped up, the ceilings are all scraped and ready for texture, hopefully it will be all done by this weekend. We let the kids pick paint out for their rooms. Purple and blue were the final decision. Whatever makes them happy. We had a nice easy day yesterday. I think the hubby needed it. But it's back to work now. Hopefully that stupid car wont hold things up to much more. I cant wait to move now, and use my new stove. It's funny the stupid things that make you excited. The hubby said this is our "do over" the things that we should have been able to do with our first house. And since we got screwed out of that, were going to make this how we want it.crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003863770852336987.post-63339174152640548942012-08-03T06:39:00.001-07:002012-08-03T06:39:57.030-07:00Douche BagHey guess what? That fucking car is still broken taking up valuable space in my garage. Wanna know why? Because douche bag is an idiot. How this kid will ever make it in life is the question of the week. After the hubby tried desperately to put the thing back together the right way, dumb shit cant follow simple instructions of DO NOT USE THE OLD BOLTS. Well 8 out of 10 were new. The so one of the old bolts stretched and sheared in half allowing the newly rebuilt engine to fill with antifreeze. And now the bolt is stuck, which means all that work needs to be taken apart and put back together again. Um HELLO, we have a house to renovate and move into in less then a month.<br />
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Speaking of the house, we finally got back to it yesterday. The corners have been taped up in the living room, today is ceiling and more mud work. Keep in mind I have been supervising the hubby and his mud guy throughout this whole thing. Not like when we did moms house and I actually did all the manual labor. I went and got the lights for over the bar. The hubby bartered again for granite counter tops. So those will be going in sooner then we thought. Project "trailer trash" is in full effect!crazy ramblings of a tired momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01733248516613616012noreply@blogger.com0