Archive for October 2007

“Copy and paste” time again…

October 10, 2007 by annadulcekelly.

On the topic of smoking…dumbass 3 has started smoking. Apparently he’s been smoking for 3 months now. DH had a full pack and a partial one day. He took the partial with him wherever it was that he went, and he left the full pack in the sunroom. He comes back, it’s gone. Dumbass 1 hasn’t been here. So the only other person who might possibly be interested in it is dumbass 3. He went downstairs and asked him about it. Dumbass 3 admitted to taking it and gave it back. That’s when DH asked him how long he’s been smoking. Early start…just like all the men in the family, I guess. DH told him, considering that he goes to the gym to work out, this just doesn’t fit in with the program. And he’d been told before that starting early in life, i.e. while the body is still developing, means having a hard time quitting later on. DH and dumbass 1 haven’t quit. Dad only quit because of the cancer. I would have thought that with his grandpa having gone through that, he would be more mindful. Also, his other grandma’s husband apparently has lung cancer again. So, you know, one would think with all this going on around him, he’d think about it. But then again that’s asking too much of him

Princess wanted DH to clean the house as a birthday present to her. He worked on it…didn’t happen. I wouldn’t even say he’s halfway through. And the birthday was a week ago, LOL. But he brings some stuff to work every morning to sift through. It’s mostly paper, old mail, etc…so he decides what to throw out and what needs shredding. If he just keeps it up maybe he’ll get somewhere. And no, of course, princess’ room is not clean. She did her typical quick work of it last weekend. She put 2 full bags of trash in the bin on Saturday so there’s not even space to drop a bag of dog doo. I took those bags out, put them in our car to dump in the dumpster at work. She knows damn well the trash doesn’t go out till Thursday so her filling up the bin like that was just stupid. And DH went through that too at work. There were glass bottles and plastic bottles…because princess just can’t recycle for some reason. There were almost full bottles of body lotion and perfume. So much money wasted right there. Stupid bitch. Well, if she wanted a party at the house, it didn’t happen. Also, after asking for a clean house for her birthday, she later added that she’d like a king-size mattress for the futon and/or her senior pics too. So…I knew she wouldn’t last, just asking for something intangible like a clean house. DH hasn’t given her any of that yet. They’re in the bottom of our spending priorities at the moment.

She had a tiff with Mom sometime before her birthday. Apparently she was over at the folks’ house, probably going through the clothes that Mom washed for her. And she started ranting about DH and the messy house. And Mom told her, I don’t want to hear about it, and then she proceeded to point out that princess is no better. Mom was just not into hearing about it, mainly because it’s her son, and also because princess has absolutely no right to complain, having the same habits. Mom and I both agree, if you’re doing the same thing, you have no right to complain. I said, I am not a neat person myself. I am neater than DH, but still I don’t nag him about the messy house.

More dumbass 3 stupidity…he didn’t like his English teacher and demanded to be transferred out of her class. He said she embarrassed him in front of the class. What it was, was that she called on him and he didn’t know the answer. Princess didn’t like her either but she stuck it out. She appears to be a good teacher, just a bit nasty sometimes and touchy-feely sometimes. And of course the ex’s response to the whole thing was, if dumbass 3 doesn’t like the teacher, he will surely fail. DH and I, we both thought, you just deal with what you’re given. You don’t have to like all your teachers. You just have to stand being around them long enough to pass the class. The ex threatened to talk to the principal. DH warned the teacher that she was going to be blind-sided. The teacher decided she didn’t want dumbass 3 in her class anyway so yeah, it would be better for him to just find another class. And while waiting for the transfer, of course dumbass 3 didn’t do whatever assignments he had in the current class, therefore giving the new teacher nothing to go on as far as grades were concerned.

Also he refuses to pack a lunch because he said it makes him look poor. Well, we are poor. We can’t afford to put money in the lunch account for him to waste on candy and jello and soda. Keeping in mind his refusal to look poor…he told DH he should get on the “poor” program where the kids get to eat for free like one of his friends. Now, where is the logic in that? Not poor enough to pack a lunch but poor enough to eat for free? What the heck? Whatever’s left of his logic is quickly going down the drain, I tell you.

His friend who spent a year with relatives in ND is back for good. It’s not a good sign. The kid is just no good. The mother wanted him home because she needed someone to babysit her preschool daughter while she goes out with friends. I guessed that the daughter’s father is out of the picture if she’s going out drinking with friends. Apparently she’d hooked onto another guy. I’m guessing there’ll be at least one last baby. That’s her way of keeping the guy around. Of course it doesn’t work. That last one was like the 3rd guy that I know of that she had kids with. She has sons that are in their 20s…one of them has a different surname from the rest of them and I don’t think he’s the oldest. Anyway…she’s a slut. She’s pretty but she’s just slutty. And her son, dumbass 3’s friend, calls her by her first name for some reason. Scott thinks she wants it that way…so she doesn’t feel so old. Or maybe she didn’t tell the new boyfriend that he’s her son. Who knows.

My dog decided to prove she wasn’t boring. On the last day of September, she decided to go after a gopher (at least that’s what DH called it…I looked it up, it is a kind of gopher, it’s a “pocket gopher”). I couldn’t keep up with her and she wouldn’t stop like she normally does when I tell her to (but that’s when she’s after a bunny or a bird). I let go of the leash and she caught the thing. She shook it around a few times before I caught up with her, and I made her drop it. When she did, the thing was convulsing so I guessed it was dying. My dog had a bloody mouth. I bopped her head and told her she was a bad dog. There was so much blood I thought she’d eaten part of the thing. I tied her to a shrub on the side of the house and went to get DH. He told me to clean her up while he called the vet to see if she could get some disease from the rodent. Well, the blood kept coming, which meant she was wounded too. There was one visible wound on her face but she seemed to be bleeding inside her mouth. The local vets’ clinics are closed on weekends, and both their answering machines gave a number for emergency cases on weekends. It was 20 minutes away at least. She stopped bleeding on the way there. But when we were waiting for an available vet, she started again. She made quite a mess in the lobby. The vet decided to stitch up the wound in her mouth. There were actually 2 puncture wounds on her face. He stitched those up too. They thought we should be able to take her home that night. So we went and had dinner, then waited some more. Then the vet said that she was still bleeding and they don’t quite know where that was coming from. And some blood was building up in her cheek too so one side was swollen. So they decided to keep her overnight. He didn’t want to go back in and see where it’s coming from because he said there are a lot of nerves in that area and he didn’t want to mess anything up. So we went back after work the next day. She cost me a total of $525. I say “me” because that went on my credit card. She was still quite woozy when we picked her up. It didn’t seem that way at the start. They did tell us they gave her sedatives but she was too excited for some reason. I’m thinking she was anxious because she wasn’t at home on the bed. She saw us, she was active enough, happy to see us. When she got in the car, and she relaxed…that’s when her legs got wobbly. She still bled a little that first day. She looks a lot better now.

Remember my former friend from work “S”? The one I told you I didn’t get anything out of hanging out with? When Mom and I get to talking I tell her about stuff at work and I’d told her about how many times Dad has to call “S” up every morning to wake her up…and sometimes drive over to bang on her door. Well, Mom was getting tired of that. She never liked “S” to start with, and she was relieved that nothing came out of the one date “S” had with DH. Mom told me she was going to write “S” a note, basically telling her she’s old enough to get up on her own in the morning, that Dad doesn’t need this added stress and he’s too old to be going to people’s houses to wake them up. Well, after Mom said she was going to write her a note, she decided to call instead. Of course “S” being “S”, it had to turn into a whole discussion. She claimed she could give Mom a list of names of other people that Dad goes to wake up. I told Mom, Dad does call up a few other people, although usually 1 call is enough, not like her. And as far as waking people up, there is only 1 more house that Dad goes to sometimes to wake people up. So that was a lie she told to make it look like she’s not the only one getting special treatment. And then she started ranting about DH and how he treats people, but Mom cut her off right there and told her, it’s not about DH, it’s about “S”. And then of course “S” had to go into the details of her sorry life, about how her younger daughter attempted suicide just that week and all the other crap. And then Mom asked her, if the doorbell wakes her up, why doesn’t “S” get her bf to wake her up in the morning? And “S” said he wouldn’t, and Mom said Dad shouldn’t either. From what Mom told me the whole thing turned semi-ugly. “S” claimed she was looking for another job. Well, the thing is, since she’s been with us, she’d had at least 2 other jobs, none of which she kept for a long time. And DH knew her from way back and it seems she has trouble hanging on to a job. This is the only job she’d lasted so long in. But then again how many other places do you know of where the boss patiently calls you every few minutes to wake you up every damn morning? She just likes the attention that Dad gives her. And for the life of us, we couldn’t figure out why it’s so hard to get up in the morning when she doesn’t have another job that’s tiring her out. She could very easily just adjust her sleep schedule so she’s up when she’s supposed to be up. Mom suggested she get a different alarm clock but “S” said the one she has is loud, so loud her next-door neighbor complained about it one time. And it still doesn’t wake her up.

Okay, one last tidbit before I go to bed…Saturday night, the 2 dumbasses got stopped by cops while walking back from a gas station where dumbass 1 got some smokes. Apparently someone saw them stop by a car on the way to the gas station and dumbass 3 was fixing his doo rag. That someone called the cops. Now, the cops were out looking for 2 caucasians who were stealing stuff out of cars. So at first DH thought it was the usual racial profiling thing. Well, what dumbass 1 said was that dumbass 3 was made to take the breathalyzer test, frisked and thrown in the back of the squad car. What he didn’t tell DH that DH only learned the next day was that the cops asked dumbass 3 if he’d been drinking and he said yes. So they did all that stuff. They wanted to see if they could detect any alcohol in his breath, maybe see if he’s carrying any alcohol with him, etc. So DH, who was planning to go squawk about it, found out he has no reason to after all. And of course he asked dumbass 3 how long he’d been drinking. Apparently that was the first beer that he stole from DH. And apparently dumbass 1 didn’t know about it until he heard the answer dumbass 3 gave the cops. Nice to know the tradition in the family of the guys starting drinking early on is still very much alive. Here’s to another loser in the making.  It would be one thing if he actually was good at something or at least evidently smart somehow.  But like dumbass1, he’s screwing up in every other part of his life.  What better way to emphasize his loserly qualities than by adding to his long list of flaws?

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