okay, real quick while the baby is sleeping and this is fresh in my mind.
We bought a car from Hubby's (estranged) mother. This car is to be used for the paper route. It's a green (pretty) four door 1997 Ford Escort with over 115k miles on it. It's fairly clean and not beat up (for now!) We had been talking about getting this car from her for a couple months now. Knowing what was going on and everything we needed a car that I could drive on the route and not have a car payment. We simply cannot afford two car payments since I've been laid off. Enough background...
Now, we bought the car from her on Saturday, for $2,500.00. We talked about insurance coverage for the car. Liability only? Full? What happens if it's totalled? (accidents happen, right!?) What will be covered? If we do full, would they give us a check for the value?
So here's what's said... (this is after, I assume, he spoke with his dad or friends about the issue)
Me: "So, which coverage do you think is best?"
Hubby: "Well, I think we should just do liability. If we do full coverage, they'd only give us the value of the car back - and that'd only be $1500.00 or so"
Now logic aside... did you just tell me that we gave your MOM an extra $1,000 for her car? I mean cause when I replay this in my head that's what it sounds like to me... Or is the "or so" the other $1,000??
Because that's a great BIG "or so"
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Showing posts with label WTF. Show all posts
Friday, July 23, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Keep on Giving
We found out we were pregnant in September. I felt sure it would be a boy but to my surprise I received a 2nd beautiful daughter. One problem - I'd decided without much deliberation that we wouldn't have anymore children. I have a son from my first marriage who's nearly 10 years older than our daughter. So, considering that and the time that my husband and I actually spend together per day (at the time we only saw each other on weekends because he worked an odd version of 2nd shift and I worked 1st and 3rd)
After deciding that we wouldn't have any more children I'd starting selling all our daughters clothes and toys at yard sales - COME AND GET IT.. $.10 EACH OR A BAG FOR $1. Needless to say... I sold alot!
When we found out that we were having a girl we let friends know that I'd gotten rid of the clothes from LuLu's first year. Our friends were sooo sweet! Everywhere we looked friends had daughters that had grown out of their clothes! So bags of clothes started showing up left and right!
At Christmas we went to Hubby's bio-mom's house... She said she had gotten some clothes for the baby and LuLu. When we got there she brought out a few boxes. She mentioned where the boxes came from but I didn't recognize so I didn't give it much thought. One box had nothing but baby boy clothes in it. (this was before we found out we were having a girl, so no biggie...) The second and third boxes both had clothes of varying sizes; 5T, 6, 10, 12, etc. Our daughter was in a 4T at Christmas. She seemed so happy to be able to "hand" us a box of clothes that I really couldn't say anything to her.
I get these boxes home and start to go through them to rewash (cause that's what I do) and sort them. Not only are the sizes all out of sorts, but the clothes are too. Some of the clothes were for boys... some were for girls. Some of the clothes had tags... some had been worn nearly threadbare. I started wondering where the clothes had come from. I asked Hubby. He said it was a donation store for sheltered families and shut-ins... !! WHAT?! So, let me get this straight... She's given me stuff that was sent in for people who have NOTHING? This made me feel horrible. I feel like I'm an accomplice to some sort of theft! I don't want to accept these "gifts" if they were actually supposed to be donations.
I understand feeling compelled to get your grandchildren something, but at the expense of others?? And how could anyone really not see it that way? If she can't afford to give a boat load of things to them, why not give them one thing, or nothing... I know how about trying to be a better grandparent to her grandchildren than she was mother to her son... because from what I hear that left quite a bit to be desired.
She's continued to give us "gifts" of clothing since then. They are the same. Clothes that are much too big or too little for one daughter or the other. She's been told that she doesn't need to get the kids anything, but she persists. I've even expressed how we're running out of room because of the clothes that everyone is giving us. The ones the girls can wear AND the ones that even the oldest of the girls has to wait 2 or 3 more years to wear. She literally pouted the last time I said something about it... pouted!
So, what am I to do? Just smile and make her happy... keep my mouth shut, take the clothes, wash, separate, and store them for the next 2 or 3 years until they can wear them? Or remind her every time she gives them a box clothes that we don't have room for them? What would you do?
After deciding that we wouldn't have any more children I'd starting selling all our daughters clothes and toys at yard sales - COME AND GET IT.. $.10 EACH OR A BAG FOR $1. Needless to say... I sold alot!
When we found out that we were having a girl we let friends know that I'd gotten rid of the clothes from LuLu's first year. Our friends were sooo sweet! Everywhere we looked friends had daughters that had grown out of their clothes! So bags of clothes started showing up left and right!
At Christmas we went to Hubby's bio-mom's house... She said she had gotten some clothes for the baby and LuLu. When we got there she brought out a few boxes. She mentioned where the boxes came from but I didn't recognize so I didn't give it much thought. One box had nothing but baby boy clothes in it. (this was before we found out we were having a girl, so no biggie...) The second and third boxes both had clothes of varying sizes; 5T, 6, 10, 12, etc. Our daughter was in a 4T at Christmas. She seemed so happy to be able to "hand" us a box of clothes that I really couldn't say anything to her.
I get these boxes home and start to go through them to rewash (cause that's what I do) and sort them. Not only are the sizes all out of sorts, but the clothes are too. Some of the clothes were for boys... some were for girls. Some of the clothes had tags... some had been worn nearly threadbare. I started wondering where the clothes had come from. I asked Hubby. He said it was a donation store for sheltered families and shut-ins... !! WHAT?! So, let me get this straight... She's given me stuff that was sent in for people who have NOTHING? This made me feel horrible. I feel like I'm an accomplice to some sort of theft! I don't want to accept these "gifts" if they were actually supposed to be donations.
I understand feeling compelled to get your grandchildren something, but at the expense of others?? And how could anyone really not see it that way? If she can't afford to give a boat load of things to them, why not give them one thing, or nothing... I know how about trying to be a better grandparent to her grandchildren than she was mother to her son... because from what I hear that left quite a bit to be desired.
She's continued to give us "gifts" of clothing since then. They are the same. Clothes that are much too big or too little for one daughter or the other. She's been told that she doesn't need to get the kids anything, but she persists. I've even expressed how we're running out of room because of the clothes that everyone is giving us. The ones the girls can wear AND the ones that even the oldest of the girls has to wait 2 or 3 more years to wear. She literally pouted the last time I said something about it... pouted!
So, what am I to do? Just smile and make her happy... keep my mouth shut, take the clothes, wash, separate, and store them for the next 2 or 3 years until they can wear them? Or remind her every time she gives them a box clothes that we don't have room for them? What would you do?
Friday, December 4, 2009
Punk asked me yesterday, via text message from school, if he could go to a dance after school today. We'd basically not had any problems so I said sure. His dances are usually no problem since they begin directly after school is over and you just go pick up your kid at 5PM. So, no running back and forth to home and school - easy peasy.
Last night he asked me for $4 for the ticket, oh "and can I have a $5 more for food?" I stopped at the ATM on the way home and got a $20 (the smallest bill that will come out of our ATMs) and gave it to him. Remembering that he only needed $9, I asked him to bring me the change after the dance.
When I went to pick him up, he handed me $5. The rest of the conversation went something like this...
"Where's the rest of the money"
"Huh, What money?"
"The rest of the money that you were supposed to have for change. I gave you a $20, you needed $9, there's supposed to be at least $10 in change here. And you just gave me a $5."
"Uh, I don't know"
"What do you mean you don't know, did you count the money you were given back?"
" uh, I guess so"
"Write down everything you bought and how much it cost"
So he proceeds to write down the ticket, two slices of pizza, a bag of chips and a drink - it came to $8.50.
"So, where is the rest of the money?'
"Huh, Mom I don't understand what you mean... "
"What you wrote down totals $8.50, right? You just gave me $5, right? What is 8 +5?"
"13"
"Yes, so we've accounted for $13.50 of $20, right? Where is the rest of the $20?"
"Oh! I don't know."
"Did you buy anything for anyone else?"
"Yea, No I mean No... I didn't"
like 15 minutes later at home... he's gathered $5 worth of change from what he says was his room, but only after I told him if he couldn't tell me where the money went that he owed me $5 and he would no longer go to the dances. Then I tried to go over the totals with him again.
"Did you buy anything for anyone else?"
"Yes, I bought someone a drink."
"Why didn't you write it down?"
"Because you said to write down what I bought. And I didn't buy it, I just gave them the dollar and they bought it"
Seriously, just between me and you... when I have these conversations with my extremely intelligent 13yo (who refuses to apply himself, even with temptations of love or money) I can literally here my brain stop and say... "Wait, What did he just say?" It's like my whole body pauses... to say... "can you say that again"
I love him with my entire being.. not divided by several others but the whole thing.. without my kids and my Hubs I ain't nothing... But I can literally have a conversation with my 4yo better, easier... than I can have the same conversation with my 13 yo.
Is it boys vs girls? Is it boy vs mom? Is it teenager vs stupid authority figure? Is it ADHD vs non-ADHD?
There's so much I want to teach him.. but we can't seem to get any of it broken down into parts that he will retain or for that matter wants to hear. So... do I give up? Let him find his own way with no guidance what so ever? I don't think that's the kind of mother I am... at least not for my 4yo... but he's almost demanding it.
Last night he asked me for $4 for the ticket, oh "and can I have a $5 more for food?" I stopped at the ATM on the way home and got a $20 (the smallest bill that will come out of our ATMs) and gave it to him. Remembering that he only needed $9, I asked him to bring me the change after the dance.
When I went to pick him up, he handed me $5. The rest of the conversation went something like this...
"Where's the rest of the money"
"Huh, What money?"
"The rest of the money that you were supposed to have for change. I gave you a $20, you needed $9, there's supposed to be at least $10 in change here. And you just gave me a $5."
"Uh, I don't know"
"What do you mean you don't know, did you count the money you were given back?"
" uh, I guess so"
"Write down everything you bought and how much it cost"
So he proceeds to write down the ticket, two slices of pizza, a bag of chips and a drink - it came to $8.50.
"So, where is the rest of the money?'
"Huh, Mom I don't understand what you mean... "
"What you wrote down totals $8.50, right? You just gave me $5, right? What is 8 +5?"
"13"
"Yes, so we've accounted for $13.50 of $20, right? Where is the rest of the $20?"
"Oh! I don't know."
"Did you buy anything for anyone else?"
"Yea, No I mean No... I didn't"
like 15 minutes later at home... he's gathered $5 worth of change from what he says was his room, but only after I told him if he couldn't tell me where the money went that he owed me $5 and he would no longer go to the dances. Then I tried to go over the totals with him again.
"Did you buy anything for anyone else?"
"Yes, I bought someone a drink."
"Why didn't you write it down?"
"Because you said to write down what I bought. And I didn't buy it, I just gave them the dollar and they bought it"
Seriously, just between me and you... when I have these conversations with my extremely intelligent 13yo (who refuses to apply himself, even with temptations of love or money) I can literally here my brain stop and say... "Wait, What did he just say?" It's like my whole body pauses... to say... "can you say that again"
I love him with my entire being.. not divided by several others but the whole thing.. without my kids and my Hubs I ain't nothing... But I can literally have a conversation with my 4yo better, easier... than I can have the same conversation with my 13 yo.
Is it boys vs girls? Is it boy vs mom? Is it teenager vs stupid authority figure? Is it ADHD vs non-ADHD?
There's so much I want to teach him.. but we can't seem to get any of it broken down into parts that he will retain or for that matter wants to hear. So... do I give up? Let him find his own way with no guidance what so ever? I don't think that's the kind of mother I am... at least not for my 4yo... but he's almost demanding it.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
UGH, gimmie a break
don't you hate it when you've upset someone and they haven't got the guts to say anything about it... then suddenly you find out..... weeks later. This happened at work to me today, 1st job.
Friday, March 13, 2009
So much going on...
Since I haven't been here in a couple of weeks... it's time for a catch up - please bare with me as I pull the cobwebs away from my blog. =)
In no particular order -
Second job - going well... going to bed between 7pm and 10pm (depending on just how well I can listen to myself say GO TO BED) up at 230AM (no, that's not a typo) Work for about 3 hours and then back home. Blog or facebook for a bit.. nap if needed and then to work for the daylight hours. I love my second job.. LuLu goes with me, during the week... She sleeps mostly occasionally waking up to ask me 3 year old questions... like "why is the moon so bright?" and my favorite so far "Do you want me to sing for you, Mommy?" I'm like 3AM and you're wanting to sing?? She gets through the first few bars of a Valentine's Day song that she made up and ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz Punk goes with me on his weekends here. He says he loves going with me and I really enjoy having him out there... we cut up and have a great time... On one of his first nights at work with me a Phil Collins song came on the radio... "In the night" well, we tried to Redneck it up. It was hilarious! "I can feel it coming, yea in the night... (that's with a long "I") OH LORD!! OH, LORD!!" yea... sounded like we hadn't seen a street light in several years.. good stuff!!!
Punk - well, I usually don't post alot about Punk.. and mostly well it's because I really don't want to put stuff on my blog that would reflect negatively on him. But there was a post recently that mentioned that I didn't say anything about him and the long and short of it was this "Anonymous" (whatever) person (yea, right) said it was hard to believe that I even had a son as much as I gush over my daughter!? Now, I'm not going to relive the image I had of beating the hell out of this particular person with my damn laptop... But first - IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY - DO NOT HIDE BEHIND "ANONYMOUS" YOU CHICKEN SHIT PIECE OF JUDGEMENTAL TRASH! Oh sorry was that in CAPS... (muttering>>>> stupid fucker!) If you have something so say... FUCKING SAY IT or better yet MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS sure I have ideas who said it.. because it just so happens that NOTHING was ever posted like that until I signed up for facebook. but... I've let it go. My chiropractor says I shouldn't hold grudges... little does she know that's one of the first things you're taught as a child in my family. In fact its the formaldehyde that's keeping my grandmother alive! Now, that I've vented... let me tell you what I was going to say... PUNK - well, his name here came from a name that I called him when he was my tiny little baby... "chunky punk" and well I was 20, it rhymed and he was anything but chunky. Anyway, Punk has decided to NOT turn in any school work. Apparently, he's also decided that every time he is with his Dad and StepMom that he should talk about wanting to move in with them. Then when he is here he gives me the "They won't stop talking about me moving up there, and I'm sick of hearing it, and I don't know what to do." And my personal favorite, "She talks to me about moving up there when Dad isn't around, She said all we had to do was go to court and it would be fine" I have literally dated people that didn't mess with my freakin' head as much as MY FIRST BORN messes with my head! WTF!!! I didn't drop him on his head, I promise!! Now, Ex and Step are talking about a counselor for Punk, citing that he was an A/B student last year and this year he's D/F. Not to mention the obvious crap he's pulling with trying to pit the two families against each other. He's even gone so far as to talk about how Ex and Step don't have any children and he thinks that because we have LuLu that I'm not able to pay as much attention to him.. or I won't help him with his homework - when in reality, he hides in his room, erases his assignments from his assignment book, or says he completed the assignment at school, or doesn't even bother to ask if I can look at or help him with something. By the way, this has been going on all school year. He would get to a point that he was caught up and then BAM!! I get an email from his assistant teacher.. "Punk has 5 zeros in history, When I asked him about it, He just laughed, I'm concerned." If I'd pulled half the shit he's pulled, I'd be dead. The stuff he's done isn't horrible I understand that, I mean he hasn't stolen a car or gotten in fights, etc. But, OMG... A woman that I confide in at work says that I should back off... if he wants to 'not do it' just let him. And I'm with her to an extent. But I'm telling you right now... I feel that Ex and Step would go crazy if I said... "you know what, he's dug the hole, let him get himself out of it." or take me to court for custody and say that I didn't care enough to put a stop to my own son being a dumbass... pity that I feel that I have to censor myself because I believe I know who the anonymous poster is... by the way, if you're reading this... really ANONYMOUS - WTF??? again, STUPID FUCKER! So, I'm trying to find a counselor for Punk. I'm trying to make sure on a daily basis that he does his homework.. I have to ask him to show me the assignment book everyday, and his work that matches it everyday... then I have to ask him if the teacher gave him anything else to bring home, because apparently when I ask him for his homework that is a sign to him that I didn't ask for anything else and he shouldn't automatically give me the other papers that aren't homework. (in my observation of the male of the species - they learn a "specific question" behavior. this keeps them from giving too much information to quickly. this is in turn gives the female of the species an unspoken permission to do several things... 1. scream 2. take up boxing, running and/or firearms (sniper style) 3. become a lesbian 4. wonder how/why the hell??? 5. pray for sanity) 6. drink heavily 7. participate in verbal bashing of the males of the species oh, wait I forgot... and 8. shop!) Sigh, Breathe...
Normal work, is another story... busy, busy, busy... pray, pray, pray (that after 11 years, and being bought out, that I don't find myself jobless)
well, that's the last few weeks in a nutshell (and a full nutshell at that)
In no particular order -
Second job - going well... going to bed between 7pm and 10pm (depending on just how well I can listen to myself say GO TO BED) up at 230AM (no, that's not a typo) Work for about 3 hours and then back home. Blog or facebook for a bit.. nap if needed and then to work for the daylight hours. I love my second job.. LuLu goes with me, during the week... She sleeps mostly occasionally waking up to ask me 3 year old questions... like "why is the moon so bright?" and my favorite so far "Do you want me to sing for you, Mommy?" I'm like 3AM and you're wanting to sing?? She gets through the first few bars of a Valentine's Day song that she made up and ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz Punk goes with me on his weekends here. He says he loves going with me and I really enjoy having him out there... we cut up and have a great time... On one of his first nights at work with me a Phil Collins song came on the radio... "In the night" well, we tried to Redneck it up. It was hilarious! "I can feel it coming, yea in the night... (that's with a long "I") OH LORD!! OH, LORD!!" yea... sounded like we hadn't seen a street light in several years.. good stuff!!!
Punk - well, I usually don't post alot about Punk.. and mostly well it's because I really don't want to put stuff on my blog that would reflect negatively on him. But there was a post recently that mentioned that I didn't say anything about him and the long and short of it was this "Anonymous" (whatever) person (yea, right) said it was hard to believe that I even had a son as much as I gush over my daughter!? Now, I'm not going to relive the image I had of beating the hell out of this particular person with my damn laptop... But first - IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY - DO NOT HIDE BEHIND "ANONYMOUS" YOU CHICKEN SHIT PIECE OF JUDGEMENTAL TRASH! Oh sorry was that in CAPS... (muttering>>>> stupid fucker!) If you have something so say... FUCKING SAY IT or better yet MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS sure I have ideas who said it.. because it just so happens that NOTHING was ever posted like that until I signed up for facebook. but... I've let it go. My chiropractor says I shouldn't hold grudges... little does she know that's one of the first things you're taught as a child in my family. In fact its the formaldehyde that's keeping my grandmother alive! Now, that I've vented... let me tell you what I was going to say... PUNK - well, his name here came from a name that I called him when he was my tiny little baby... "chunky punk" and well I was 20, it rhymed and he was anything but chunky. Anyway, Punk has decided to NOT turn in any school work. Apparently, he's also decided that every time he is with his Dad and StepMom that he should talk about wanting to move in with them. Then when he is here he gives me the "They won't stop talking about me moving up there, and I'm sick of hearing it, and I don't know what to do." And my personal favorite, "She talks to me about moving up there when Dad isn't around, She said all we had to do was go to court and it would be fine" I have literally dated people that didn't mess with my freakin' head as much as MY FIRST BORN messes with my head! WTF!!! I didn't drop him on his head, I promise!! Now, Ex and Step are talking about a counselor for Punk, citing that he was an A/B student last year and this year he's D/F. Not to mention the obvious crap he's pulling with trying to pit the two families against each other. He's even gone so far as to talk about how Ex and Step don't have any children and he thinks that because we have LuLu that I'm not able to pay as much attention to him.. or I won't help him with his homework - when in reality, he hides in his room, erases his assignments from his assignment book, or says he completed the assignment at school, or doesn't even bother to ask if I can look at or help him with something. By the way, this has been going on all school year. He would get to a point that he was caught up and then BAM!! I get an email from his assistant teacher.. "Punk has 5 zeros in history, When I asked him about it, He just laughed, I'm concerned." If I'd pulled half the shit he's pulled, I'd be dead. The stuff he's done isn't horrible I understand that, I mean he hasn't stolen a car or gotten in fights, etc. But, OMG... A woman that I confide in at work says that I should back off... if he wants to 'not do it' just let him. And I'm with her to an extent. But I'm telling you right now... I feel that Ex and Step would go crazy if I said... "you know what, he's dug the hole, let him get himself out of it." or take me to court for custody and say that I didn't care enough to put a stop to my own son being a dumbass... pity that I feel that I have to censor myself because I believe I know who the anonymous poster is... by the way, if you're reading this... really ANONYMOUS - WTF??? again, STUPID FUCKER! So, I'm trying to find a counselor for Punk. I'm trying to make sure on a daily basis that he does his homework.. I have to ask him to show me the assignment book everyday, and his work that matches it everyday... then I have to ask him if the teacher gave him anything else to bring home, because apparently when I ask him for his homework that is a sign to him that I didn't ask for anything else and he shouldn't automatically give me the other papers that aren't homework. (in my observation of the male of the species - they learn a "specific question" behavior. this keeps them from giving too much information to quickly. this is in turn gives the female of the species an unspoken permission to do several things... 1. scream 2. take up boxing, running and/or firearms (sniper style) 3. become a lesbian 4. wonder how/why the hell??? 5. pray for sanity) 6. drink heavily 7. participate in verbal bashing of the males of the species oh, wait I forgot... and 8. shop!) Sigh, Breathe...
Normal work, is another story... busy, busy, busy... pray, pray, pray (that after 11 years, and being bought out, that I don't find myself jobless)
well, that's the last few weeks in a nutshell (and a full nutshell at that)
Monday, June 18, 2007
Did You know??
I took yesterday off from work. Party because I'm sick to death of being there six days a week and partly because I wanted to spend some time with the family.
I've also been slacking on my blog becaue last week Hubby was on vacation and let's face it... there are simply more important things to do with my man around. =) At any rate, He's back at work again and I'm back online blowing off steam.
For those of you who may not read my page alot or at all - let me catch you up. Punk is spending the SUMMER at his dad's house - 80 miles away from the confusion and hardship that is a preteen's life with chores. Or at least chores from me. He seems to do well if his dad or my hubby gives him chores but me - yea... whatever!?!
Today I get a phonecall from Ex. "So, Punk toldthat you drink when you drive." My gut reaction - Are you f**king kidding me?? The only damn thing I drink is water! - Unless I'm already at a party... drink when I drive I wanna talk to him...
There should be an olympic event for lying. My son would take the gold and lie about it. Needless to say It was probably the "I've got you now, you bitch" in his voice that pissed me off as much as the lie that Punk told in the first place. His tone was just so..."prove me wrong"
I spoke with Punk... He kept trying to invent the one time that he said that I had drank on the way home. Unsuccessfully, but he tried. 'You did on the way home from the store? No I didn't. You did on the way to Uncle B's graduation? No, I didn't. You did on the way back then? No I didn't. Then what were you drinking that was blue? The label on my water was blue. I told him that he needed to tell his dad the truth and that he owed me an apology. Finally he did apolgize but I can't for the life of me understand why he would say such a thing.
I've also been slacking on my blog becaue last week Hubby was on vacation and let's face it... there are simply more important things to do with my man around. =) At any rate, He's back at work again and I'm back online blowing off steam.
For those of you who may not read my page alot or at all - let me catch you up. Punk is spending the SUMMER at his dad's house - 80 miles away from the confusion and hardship that is a preteen's life with chores. Or at least chores from me. He seems to do well if his dad or my hubby gives him chores but me - yea... whatever!?!
Today I get a phonecall from Ex. "So, Punk told
There should be an olympic event for lying. My son would take the gold and lie about it. Needless to say It was probably the "I've got you now, you bitch" in his voice that pissed me off as much as the lie that Punk told in the first place. His tone was just so..."prove me wrong"
I spoke with Punk... He kept trying to invent the one time that he said that I had drank on the way home. Unsuccessfully, but he tried. 'You did on the way home from the store? No I didn't. You did on the way to Uncle B's graduation? No, I didn't. You did on the way back then? No I didn't. Then what were you drinking that was blue? The label on my water was blue. I told him that he needed to tell his dad the truth and that he owed me an apology. Finally he did apolgize but I can't for the life of me understand why he would say such a thing.
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