Can't Fix Stupid

Larry the Cable Guy said it best:

See, today, I've learned God is teaching me to deal with small-minded, no class, grime of society people. It isn't fun. It's not enjoyable, but it has to be dealt with. And I think, why did we remove corporal punishment?

Today, after dealing with one small minded person, I come home to my cheer squad. My oldest daughter did a marvelous job of fixing the two of us dinner, playing the part of both waitress and chef, watched her sisters and brother while Dad and I had a great dinner alone with uninterrupted converstaion. It was marvelous.

Then.....

It's always a wonderful thing to be woken up at 1 am from a text message of some sleeze bag soliciting your husband for sex. The darn thing won't quit going off so I think it might be a family member we are waiting to hear from, check it and .... really.....

I find it's not just her, but the sleeze bags in the office are the pimps as well. Hmmm......

I try to keep this rated PG, so I can't exactly put the message in here completly, but there's something about her wanting a 'protein shake' and being here all week. Really....should we name names? She has no problem being brash and coming after my husband....once again...so for those who know the skank....do initials K S ring a bell. She's one of those Idiots Out Walking Around (her words, not mine).

Now I realize from past history that marriage, committment, family, cooth and such don't mean a hill of beans to this female of my species. However, though there are 6 messages total, apparently he's just not interested. Because it's very obvious he hasn't responded to her.

I will......

Um...I asked him, he didn't want to see you. He's all out of protein shakes...but I'll meet you...any time, any place. See there's a bit of difference between situations then and now. You are in my back yard, and I don't play nice with sluts who proposition my husband. You have been told NUMEROUS times by him and me both to leave him alone. Realize, you now have left evidence of harrassment and I have no trouble cleaning it up.

For those of you who would like to contact the pimp and the hoe....Send me an email and I'll be sure to get that info to you.

pooh@yahoo.com can apparently get you both. Since the ad was: New co-worker n office blonde, tan, giggly & craves protein shakes and is stay'n @ my house,

This is hilarious, cause since I've posted this, the pimp.....JH would be those initials, and she IS in my hometown...just can not quit sending me nasty messages. I find this hilarious. YOU...on company time...are soliciting a married man for sex via your personal email and I have the proof...

A hint, try signing your name. I realize this is hard for you to do...you do all your devious deeds in the dark, behind closed doors, and always with someone married to someone else...(should we go down the history of you now?) Grow up. Get a life. Look up the definition of maturity, loyalty, and committment. Then, hire someone to teach it to you. :)

It's funny, work so hard to be done with stupid people ......and they stick to your shoe like .... well...pooh...

UNREAL!!!

Alright, after all that has been going on over here, the drama never ends. As we say at work, it's never a dull moment at my house. Ever. But with this many kids, what do you expect?

Me? I expect my children to behave and obey. Apparently, they don't always feel the same.

B-Bug. An adorable child. Growing a bit big in the britches... Her older sister told her not to. She didn't ask. Her excuse.....well I drove the van, I thought I could drive the truck.

Did you? Really? Shall we list the no-no's? You didn't ask. You were told no by your older sister (and you are to do what your older sister says). And by the way...what makes you think the truck is anything like the van? Besides, you drove the van in the two acre yard! Where there were no hindering obstacles...like the garage door!

I kid you not. The girl is blonde. And she thought she had it in reverse. (r...for right straight ahead?) Can't you see it? Here is this small pre-teen sitting in the truck. Hands on the steering wheel. Thinking she's big stuff. Gonna show her big sister she's big stuff. Head turned back while she hits the gas......smash.

BTW, her response....I thought I had the brake. Yeah...we all use that excuse.

Needless to say, she's in the doghouse for a long time.

Next week, to keep things lively. I'm sitting on the couch paying bills when I hear....'our boy just drove the truck into the garage'. I look up. Kidding right?

Nope. Here comes his tiny body running quickly down the sidewalk and threw the front door. "I did it! I crashed truck. It was me, Bubby." He was visibily upset and crying. I was ready to spank. What in the world.....

Apparently, even though he was supposed to be playing with his sister, he had crawled through the truck door. (mind you, he scales the front of the fridge without a chair regularly)

In threw the window. He was praticing driving. He managed to get the truck out of gear in which it rolled into ......

the 'other' garage door.

I go into the house to get the camera laughing. Unreal. Not happening.