Copying and pasting…because I’m lazy…

The following paragraphs are excerpts from an email I sent to a friend…I’m being lazy so I’m copying and pasting…anyone who doesn’t like that can kiss my shiny brown ass.

I was pretty proud of my work on Scott’s hair.  I wasn’t so sure I could cut with scissors.  It was pretty even, except with his curls no one can tell anyway.  I should have shaved his nape some though.  He is a HAIRY man.  Hair all over…face is just one place.  Try back.  But at least he’s not a gorilla, you know, really hairy like Robin Williams.  People seemed to like his hair.  Even some of princess’ friends complimented it.  It sure doesn’t seem like anyone missed the ponytail.  And now that it’s shorter, it’s amazing to me how much more diligent Scott is about brushing it.  He brushes it every morning before work.  Why he didn’t think to do that when his hair was longer is beyond me.  Now he’s taking care of his hair better than I’ve ever seen.  Go figure.  I decided to just get my own clipper set.  The dumbasses used it a couple of days ago and it’s not back in the upstair bathroom.  And if I have to go get it, I’m pretty positive I have to scrounge around to find all the attachments too.  And I figured, I don’t really want to share with them anyway.  So I got my own, it’s not costly or anything anyway.  That way I know I’m taking care of it and I know where it is everytime.  Nothing bugs me more than people not taking care of stuff I have to use too.  I just tried my clipper out today…cleaned up my hairdo…except this time I didn’t straighten out the batman signal’s tail on my nape.  My clipper set came with a DVD with tips and techniques and such.  I found out that some people actually have their barbers/stylists shape the hairline at the nape.  So I figured, mine is already shaped, I’ll leave it that way.  It’s just cut down to 1/8″ so they’re not sticking out where I can notice it.  I think I’m trimming my hair about every 3 weeks.  So that’s about $25 I’m saving every 3 weeks, and I get what I want, not what someone else thinks suits me better.

Oh, and I just saw this A&W commercial…and I think maybe someone in their research department didn’t do their job well.  The commercial was ragging about places like McDonalds getting their beef from other countries, and how A&W burgers are made from 100% American beef.  Now if they stopped right there, it would have been okay.  But they had to cite New Zealand as an example…and I can tell you for a fact that that is a very VERY poor example if you want to slam McDonalds.  New Zealand…very green place, lots of grazing areas for cows…a lot of Asian countries get their milk from New Zealand…like the Philippines.  And Scott himself will tell you he’d never had yummier milk than when we were back home.  He loved it so much he couldn’t even believe it came out of a carton.  He said it tasted just like what he had when his grandparents were still around and they had the farm.  Now, if milk from cows in New Zealand is yummy…I would imagine the beef is also great.  I can’t compare because I think the Philippines produces its own beef, but I’m sure there are some imported stuff too…and I’m not really a connoisseur of beef.  In fact I have been unconsciously staying away from burgers and such.  But bottomline is, New Zealand is a bad example for that commercial’s purpose.  If they want to make an impact, say China instead…what with all the problems they’re getting into with what they put in different things.

Princess just told Scott she wanted to get her hair straightened and cut short.  I don’t know how short.  Anyway it’s going to cost $75 and she wants Scott to pay for it.  I said, she’s working, why doesn’t she pay for it.  Well, apparently she didn’t hand in her W4 or whatever tax form she was given at work and until they get it, they’re holding on to her check.  Well, stupid…and he should have said, bummer, then the haircut can wait.  He felt sorry for her that she’s sort of short on cash now…I don’t…because this situation could have been prevented, but she was too lazy to make it happen.  And Scott’s still a pushover.  He’ll pay for it I’m sure.  He asked why she’s not having her mom straighten her hair, and she just said she doesn’t want her mom to do it.  No reason given.  What, she doesn’t trust her mom to do a good job on it now?  After so many times before that she’d done it?

Oh, and today we finally found out how the dog would react to the carwash.  I expected her to be scared because it’s loud.  She didn’t like it one bit and she even somehow ended up in the front seat with me, totally crushing my purse.  And then when it was all done she couldn’t figure out how to get back to the back seat.  Now we know and we’re not doing that again.  But we took her to the dog park after that so she’s fine.

Scott and I both saw this piece of paper on his computer desk.  It had a list of princess’ goals.  She decided she didn’t want to try to go to college in California after all.  She said she was going to look for schools closer to home because she was worried she would get lonely.  That’s saying something about her grandparents in California, huh.  Anyway, so she’s looking at Iowa and Wisconsin and probably Michigan…and the Dakotas.  She still doesn’t want to have to apply for sports scholarships, even if her volleyball coach said there was a school in ND that was offering a free ride.  I thought that was stupid, not to take it.  I’m thinking she doesn’t want to go too far because dear BF is going to be in Iowa or something.  She probably would want to be able to somehow keep an eye on him.  And if she does sports, then she probably won’t have time for that.  Also on the list was “retake ACT”.  So Scott asked her what she got.  Apparently out of a possible 36, she got a 24 and she’s not happy with it.  I don’t know if there’s a failing grade in that test.  I don’t quite know how it works.  When I was in school we had the NCEE, the National College Entrance Exam, which actually isn’t the entrance exam as each school insists on having their own exams too after that, but the NCEE score helps you get in somewhat.  The highest possible score was 99+++ (there is never a perfect score in the Philippines, it seems).  I got a 99++.  My friends all got 95 and up.  One guy I turned down in high school then went out with in college for 4 years, he got 81…he sure didn’t want to tell me that after I told him my score.  I know there were 4 parts to the test…there was math…and then I think there was abstract reasoning and a visual something…abstract reasoning being a logic type thing and the visual thing was where you try to figure out which of the unfolded box shape will give you the box pictured on the left, or which way does this gear turn if this other gear 4 gears up and to the left turns this way.  That type of thing.  I think the other part had to do with reading comprehension and vocabulary…English.  To me it felt like an IQ test.

I don’t know what the ACT is like.  Princess admits she didn’t study for it.  I would have thought though that if she’s so good in school she doesn’t really need to study for it but I don’t know.  All that running around with friends and coming home late at night…and for some reason she still didn’t study given all the free time she seemed to have.  Yeah, imagine her in college.  I’ll bet she’ll flunk so many exams because she partied the night before.

I have another idea as to why princess is looking to go to college closer to home.  Mom mentioned she had this one conversation with princess one time that princess probably didn’t like.  Back when princess was talking about going to college in California…everyone here is talking about her taking her first 2 years in a community college and then when she’s ready to buckle down and she knows what to major in, go to university.  Then it wouldn’t be so expensive.  Everyone was saying, how about that community college your grandma with a PHD (and won’t let anyone forget it) is head of or something.  Well, this grandma works there, but for some reason doesn’t think it’s a good school.  Now, she sent all sorts of articles about herself being honored for the work she does at that community college and all that, just to show her grandkids how great she is…they even each got their own copies so they don’t quarrel over them.  But for some reason her grandkids should never go there.  Their mail always comes from Drs. Davis.  At least the hubby does have an actual medical degree.  She is just a self-important bitch and it looks like every female descendant of hers is doomed to be the same.  So…I’m digressing.  Princess said she can’t do that because her grandma Davis won’t approve of it especially if she’s going to be staying with them.  They probably won’t even let her stay with them…she didn’t say that but I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided so.  Princess said grandma Davis said she should go straight to university…and Mom said, oh, is she paying for that then?  Mom and princess don’t get along well.  It figures, if Mom and I do get along, she can’t possibly get along well with princess, right?  Plus even before I came along, Mom was a female that was taking attention away from her, I’m sure…competition, just like me.

Speaking of being nasty…last Saturday, princess had a basketball tournament somewhere else and Scott went to see the games.  She told him she’d see him at home and she didn’t come home.  Sunday morning while we were doing a route, Scott had me send her a text message asking where she was.  Then his phone died.  Now, he and I have the same phones…and our batteries is the same as what dumbass 3’s last cell phone used.  That was Scott’s old phone…and I bought his current phone (which used to be mine) mainly because it uses the same type of battery…and when I gave him that I bought an identical one.  So anyway, I bought him a spare battery and a battery charger a long time ago.  By rights he should never run out of juice.  And with dumbass 3 not using the same phone anymore, Scott has 3 batteries at his disposal, since I just charge my phone with the regular phone charger and don’t ever swap out batteries.  Anyway, so he worried and worried Sunday morning, thinking she’d sent him a message back and he just wasn’t getting it because his phone was dead.  Me, I knew she hadn’t sent any message.  I know that he worries a lot and she doesn’t really give a damn.  He wanted to swap batteries with me and I said no.  I said, you have 3 batteries at your disposal, you can always bring an extra one with you.  In my mind I was teaching him a lesson the hard way.  You don’t make sure you have a spare battery, you don’t get to use your cell phone.  I don’t charge my cell phone when needed only for someone else to be using my battery.  The rest of the route went pleasantly enough, and it looked like he’d put it all behind him.  But when we got home he said he thought it was cruel for me not to let him use my battery and to let him keep on worrying about his daughter.  I didn’t say anything at the time, but had I felt like being nasty I would have told him, she doesn’t care how much you worry and I’ll bet $1000 she hasn’t answered your message.  If she cared about him at all she would have sent a message Saturday night saying she won’t be home and telling him where she would be.  I would have won that wager too…and he would have hated ME for that.  I don’t care if he was upset with me.  I think I made my point.  He now carries a spare battery in his pocket.  Had I let him use my battery, this would never have stuck in his mind.  I knew that.  So I don’t care how many times he tells me I’m mean or cruel.  He acts like a child and he needs to be taught like a child.  Some children just need to learn the hard way and I’m one to teach them the hard way.  It’s not that I don’t love him but I expect more of him and he better measure up, even if I have to help him along, with him kicking and screaming all the way.  This is how I would have treated my own child if I had one.  They say you never forget the things you had to learn the hard way.

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