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- Decided against homeschooling for next year, thanks everyone for the input. The summer has been rough between occupying the kiddos and trying to keep up with laundry/chores/meals. I can definitely not do it all. Crossing my fingers that Spawn gets into the FREE, 5 days a week preschool. If she doesn't, I'll gladly pay for it. Only 45 more days.
- I already made the walk of shame down to the school to re-enroll Bear and SC. Luckily, they were never dis-enrolled like I had requested. Let the mediocracy begin.
-School supplies have been purchased. Cursed Target the entire time for not offering their school supply specials online. I could have saved 5 dollars on crayons alone.
-Remember how my wallet was stolen in San Antonio during BMT graduation weekend? You know, in April of 2008? Well it showed up outside Randolph Air Base in Texas. Some woman said she found it on the side of the road and turned it in at the gate. It's in perfect condition and has NOT been outside all this time. I got my license, military ID, Target card and picture of Roo back. The bastards took off with my cash, my debit cards, the rest of the credit cards and my mother fucking social security card. In Texas. My social security card, is floating around Texas. This can't be good. Come to think of it, I didn't get a Social Security statement this year....
Shit.
- Anyone interested in a '93 BMW 520i? It's a euro spec and goes fast. Yeah. Me neither.
-Behaving like a black hole with the in-laws. Desperately fighting the urge to email my SIL and give her a piece of my mind. Kristyn? I'd like to exercise that adoption offer now. :)
- Think it's crap if someone decides not to acknowledge their offspring's birthday just because they're mad at offspring's wife.
That is all.
July 16, 2009
July 11, 2009
July 10, 2009
Fuck You Friday (It is Friday... right?)
My husband is a phenomenal man, this I want to make very clear. He has tried for eleven years to balance his family, to please us all, but it has taken a toll on him. He is angry and he is tired and he is very, very hurt. I am incredibly sad for Radio and hope everyone can understand my decision in the end.
My FIL and I have never gotten along well. To put it quite simply, I always felt like he disliked me from the beginning and has tried his damnedest to drive a wedge between Radio and I. From the first Christmas Radio and I were together but in different counties (when he wasn't allowed to talk on the phone with me for more than 10 minutes at a time, even though it was on my dime), to when we announced we were unexpectedly pregnant with Snail Child (and FIL accused me of trying to trap his jobless, penniless college student son into marriage) all the way to the recent "drama" when we visited last month. Some more examples for you:
1.) After MIL was diagnosed with breast cancer, FIL became concerned that the bills would be in the millions of dollars and that "the government" would seize his stuff. He called up Radio and said he wanted to put their land into a living trust with Radio and his sister as the trustees. When Radio told me, I explained to him that as a trustee, he would be responsible for any taxes, insurance and repairs, liable for any damage or injuries, basically he would own the property but not be able to live there until his parents had died. I also mentioned that they would be ineligible for homestead exemption because they would no longer own their property and that their health insurance had a $1500 OOP limit anyway.
FIL refused to listen and blew a fucking gasket. Told Radio to stop listening to his wife and start listening to "good ol' dad". I got pissed and walked away. Radio got pissed and hung up on his father. Did not speak to him for a few weeks. Turns out, FIL had gone to an attorney and had the papers drawn up without getting Radio's okay. So now he was out the money for papers Radio refused to sign. I got over it, told Radio to get over it and let him know they needed to bury the hatchet. MIL had cancer and the fighting was not going to help the situation. Six months later, MIL confided in me she was happy they hadn't done the trust because then they wouldn't get the tax exemption. Oh, and the most they had to pay was $1500. I just kept my mouth shut.
2.) When Radio decided to enlist, FIL yet again got pissed off and yet again, it was all my fault. While I understood his fears for Radio's safety, this is something RADIO wanted and that Radio now LOVES. His parting words were "If Bad Mommy was a good wife, she wouldn't let you join". There was another big blow-up and Radio decided he was never speaking to his father again, and didn't for a good month. Again, I told Radio over and over that he needed to "make-up" with FIL, that I appreciated him having my back but that it wasn't worth the drama. Eventually, they did and I paid for both FIL and MIL to go to BMT graduation. I carted them all over San Antonio and made sure they had a good time. The sad part is, FIL's main reason for going was to see the Alamo, not his son.
(There were lots of other little things done and said over the course of the trip and in the 11 years we have been together, I just don't have the patience to get into all of it.)
Our trip home last home was the final straw. We were there for only 2 weeks and we had a lot of people we wanted to see spread up and down the eastern edge of Nebraska.
We hardly saw any of them.
We got to Omaha on Sunday night after our nine hour flight. Got dinner, got to our hotel and crashed. Woke up early the next morning, hit Walmart at 5am for a few essentials, had breakfast, hit Target and spent the day with our great friends S & T and their lovely little boys. The next morning we headed to the in-laws and spent the rest of the week sitting around. I saw Kourtney a few times. Went to SIL's impromptu wedding at the courthouse (the one she just had to have since Radio was deploying and, in her own words, "might not come back"). Spent the weekend hanging around IL's house, went to Target to get bubbles and water balloons because there was nothing to do. Sunday afternoon, I asked Radio if he wanted to have dinner alone in Sioux City because quite frankly, I was sick and tired of sitting around a single wide trailer with my children, Radio, the in-laws and 3 dogs.
Radio and I are walking out to the car when his FIL calls out "when are we gonna get to do anything?" Radio and I argued all the way to and through dinner and it was decided that I would leave IL's house Wednesday morning, take SC to her sleepover, and spend a few days in Omaha with the girls going to the zoo, swimming and hopefully spending some time with people we knew. This would give Radio 3 days to spend completely one his own, with his family. The girls and I would come back Friday evening, have dinner with friends and then we would spend Saturday with Radio and his family.
Tuesday morning, I get up with the girls and shower, then Radio tells me his dad wants to take him to "the river". I'm miffed. We've been there a week and a half on vacation, done absolutely nothing with the girls. It was our last day to spend in the States with Radio and I had wanted to go to the zoo in Sioux Falls. I told Radio to go and decided to do it with the girls on my own. Then Radio said that FIL wanted to take Bear, just Bear, with them for the day. I said no.
Radio's dad got mad, said he didn't understand why he couldn't just take one and made a few smart ass remarks to me. (At this point it's imperative to point out that favoritism is the name of the game with the in-laws. For years it was SC, because she was tall and FIL wanted her to play basketball and volleyball. Now that SC is nine and not interested in anything other than books, sewing and Laura Ingalls Wilder, FIL is done with her. His new favorite is Bear, only because she shows athletic tendencies. Spawn will never be the favorite because FIL has decided that she is "bi-polar". This is based on the fact that when Spawn does not get her way, or when FIL tells her she isn't special , no one loves her and that bears will eat her, she gets upset.)
I went back to Radio, told him I was leaving a day early, that he was to stay there and I would be back with the girls on Friday. Radio got pissed, confronted his dad, who in turn told him that he had to choose between him (FIL) and me. In one of his not-so-shiny moments, Radio then accused me of trying to make him choose and threw "they just want to see the girls" in my face. Bad move on Radio's part.
It was very, very ugly.
Radio followed me down to Omaha. We spent a few days at the pool and the zoo, had supper with Kourtney and her husband. Then Radio spent Saturday with the girls and his parents while I hung out in Sioux City in my very own hotel room. I told Radio that he needed to have a relationship with his parents, the girls needed to have a relationship but that there were now a few criteria. 1.) My name will never come up, especially in front of my children 2.) My children will not be used as pawns in the favorite game and 3.) My family will not be made fun of (you see, this is one of FIL's favorite past times, calling my sisters sluts, my brother a druggie and my mother crazy in front of myself and my children. I don't care if I don't get along with them, or if any of it is true. But there are the same kind of people in Radio's immediate family and I would never and have never been disrespectful that way.)
The inlaws don't listen very well.
They have decided that 1.) I ruined the trip that apparently was supposed to be about them and 2.) I am bi-polar because I don't like confrontation. Well no shit.
First off, the trip was for our family, not just them. So WE could see the people we have missed and spend time together as a family before Radio heads off to a freaking war zone. Second, no, I don't like confrontation and no, I am not going to get into a screaming match with my FIL. He is a stubborn, racist, uneducated fool who has never once considered the effects his words and actions have on other people. Sorry.
They continue to send messages to Radio through Crackbook, telling him that I should be medicated and saying he has to choose. It's pathetic and juvenile and they are putting poor Radio through the fucking ringer.
Radio is fucking furious. He kept the messages from me all week but finally cracked and told me yesterday. Which is good, since it gave me a chance to utilize Crackbook's block feature on SIL.
Radio wants to fall off the face of the Earth, doesn't care if he ever sees them again. This brings me to my decision.
Every single fiber of my being is screaming FUCK YOU, GOOD RIDDANCE and KISS MY ASS to Radio's family. I have put up with FIL's nastiness and SIL's bitchiness for 11 fucking years. For 11 years I have bit my tongue, tried to keep the peace, encouraged Radio to love his family as they are and -at Radio's request- kept silent with every racist, hateful, vile thing that has come out of FIL's mouth (The very first time I had dinner at their home he told me "We should do to the Mexicans what Hitler did to the Jews" then laughed.)
And even with all of that, I can't. I refuse to be the one to make Radio choose. Do I have to deal with them anymore? Hell no. But that doesn't negate the fact that these are his parents and I continue to insist he try to have a relationship with them. As long as my children are not brought into any drama, everything is kosher.
The saddest part, is that Radio doesn't feel like they even care. For years, Radio was ignored and made to feel inferior to his sister. They hardly ever went to his HS activities, only showing up for Parent's Night and when Radio won Athlete of the Year. For SIL, they traveled all over the midwest and even went as far to borrow money from us so she could attend camps. Radio was always caring and considerate to them, his sister was relentlessly bitchy and always wanted more. They never would visit us in the States unless we would beg, even when we lived 30 minutes away but gladly showed up for Riley's funeral so they could play the grieving grandparent role. They sent one letter to Radio while he was at BMT but wanted the glory of being there for graduation. He has had enough.
So I will let him vent, and allow him to "take time away" but then I will again be encouraging him to try and get along.
Because I love him and he shouldn't have to choose.
My FIL and I have never gotten along well. To put it quite simply, I always felt like he disliked me from the beginning and has tried his damnedest to drive a wedge between Radio and I. From the first Christmas Radio and I were together but in different counties (when he wasn't allowed to talk on the phone with me for more than 10 minutes at a time, even though it was on my dime), to when we announced we were unexpectedly pregnant with Snail Child (and FIL accused me of trying to trap his jobless, penniless college student son into marriage) all the way to the recent "drama" when we visited last month. Some more examples for you:
1.) After MIL was diagnosed with breast cancer, FIL became concerned that the bills would be in the millions of dollars and that "the government" would seize his stuff. He called up Radio and said he wanted to put their land into a living trust with Radio and his sister as the trustees. When Radio told me, I explained to him that as a trustee, he would be responsible for any taxes, insurance and repairs, liable for any damage or injuries, basically he would own the property but not be able to live there until his parents had died. I also mentioned that they would be ineligible for homestead exemption because they would no longer own their property and that their health insurance had a $1500 OOP limit anyway.
FIL refused to listen and blew a fucking gasket. Told Radio to stop listening to his wife and start listening to "good ol' dad". I got pissed and walked away. Radio got pissed and hung up on his father. Did not speak to him for a few weeks. Turns out, FIL had gone to an attorney and had the papers drawn up without getting Radio's okay. So now he was out the money for papers Radio refused to sign. I got over it, told Radio to get over it and let him know they needed to bury the hatchet. MIL had cancer and the fighting was not going to help the situation. Six months later, MIL confided in me she was happy they hadn't done the trust because then they wouldn't get the tax exemption. Oh, and the most they had to pay was $1500. I just kept my mouth shut.
2.) When Radio decided to enlist, FIL yet again got pissed off and yet again, it was all my fault. While I understood his fears for Radio's safety, this is something RADIO wanted and that Radio now LOVES. His parting words were "If Bad Mommy was a good wife, she wouldn't let you join". There was another big blow-up and Radio decided he was never speaking to his father again, and didn't for a good month. Again, I told Radio over and over that he needed to "make-up" with FIL, that I appreciated him having my back but that it wasn't worth the drama. Eventually, they did and I paid for both FIL and MIL to go to BMT graduation. I carted them all over San Antonio and made sure they had a good time. The sad part is, FIL's main reason for going was to see the Alamo, not his son.
(There were lots of other little things done and said over the course of the trip and in the 11 years we have been together, I just don't have the patience to get into all of it.)
Our trip home last home was the final straw. We were there for only 2 weeks and we had a lot of people we wanted to see spread up and down the eastern edge of Nebraska.
We hardly saw any of them.
We got to Omaha on Sunday night after our nine hour flight. Got dinner, got to our hotel and crashed. Woke up early the next morning, hit Walmart at 5am for a few essentials, had breakfast, hit Target and spent the day with our great friends S & T and their lovely little boys. The next morning we headed to the in-laws and spent the rest of the week sitting around. I saw Kourtney a few times. Went to SIL's impromptu wedding at the courthouse (the one she just had to have since Radio was deploying and, in her own words, "might not come back"). Spent the weekend hanging around IL's house, went to Target to get bubbles and water balloons because there was nothing to do. Sunday afternoon, I asked Radio if he wanted to have dinner alone in Sioux City because quite frankly, I was sick and tired of sitting around a single wide trailer with my children, Radio, the in-laws and 3 dogs.
Radio and I are walking out to the car when his FIL calls out "when are we gonna get to do anything?" Radio and I argued all the way to and through dinner and it was decided that I would leave IL's house Wednesday morning, take SC to her sleepover, and spend a few days in Omaha with the girls going to the zoo, swimming and hopefully spending some time with people we knew. This would give Radio 3 days to spend completely one his own, with his family. The girls and I would come back Friday evening, have dinner with friends and then we would spend Saturday with Radio and his family.
Tuesday morning, I get up with the girls and shower, then Radio tells me his dad wants to take him to "the river". I'm miffed. We've been there a week and a half on vacation, done absolutely nothing with the girls. It was our last day to spend in the States with Radio and I had wanted to go to the zoo in Sioux Falls. I told Radio to go and decided to do it with the girls on my own. Then Radio said that FIL wanted to take Bear, just Bear, with them for the day. I said no.
Radio's dad got mad, said he didn't understand why he couldn't just take one and made a few smart ass remarks to me. (At this point it's imperative to point out that favoritism is the name of the game with the in-laws. For years it was SC, because she was tall and FIL wanted her to play basketball and volleyball. Now that SC is nine and not interested in anything other than books, sewing and Laura Ingalls Wilder, FIL is done with her. His new favorite is Bear, only because she shows athletic tendencies. Spawn will never be the favorite because FIL has decided that she is "bi-polar". This is based on the fact that when Spawn does not get her way, or when FIL tells her she isn't special , no one loves her and that bears will eat her, she gets upset.)
I went back to Radio, told him I was leaving a day early, that he was to stay there and I would be back with the girls on Friday. Radio got pissed, confronted his dad, who in turn told him that he had to choose between him (FIL) and me. In one of his not-so-shiny moments, Radio then accused me of trying to make him choose and threw "they just want to see the girls" in my face. Bad move on Radio's part.
It was very, very ugly.
Radio followed me down to Omaha. We spent a few days at the pool and the zoo, had supper with Kourtney and her husband. Then Radio spent Saturday with the girls and his parents while I hung out in Sioux City in my very own hotel room. I told Radio that he needed to have a relationship with his parents, the girls needed to have a relationship but that there were now a few criteria. 1.) My name will never come up, especially in front of my children 2.) My children will not be used as pawns in the favorite game and 3.) My family will not be made fun of (you see, this is one of FIL's favorite past times, calling my sisters sluts, my brother a druggie and my mother crazy in front of myself and my children. I don't care if I don't get along with them, or if any of it is true. But there are the same kind of people in Radio's immediate family and I would never and have never been disrespectful that way.)
The inlaws don't listen very well.
They have decided that 1.) I ruined the trip that apparently was supposed to be about them and 2.) I am bi-polar because I don't like confrontation. Well no shit.
First off, the trip was for our family, not just them. So WE could see the people we have missed and spend time together as a family before Radio heads off to a freaking war zone. Second, no, I don't like confrontation and no, I am not going to get into a screaming match with my FIL. He is a stubborn, racist, uneducated fool who has never once considered the effects his words and actions have on other people. Sorry.
They continue to send messages to Radio through Crackbook, telling him that I should be medicated and saying he has to choose. It's pathetic and juvenile and they are putting poor Radio through the fucking ringer.
Radio is fucking furious. He kept the messages from me all week but finally cracked and told me yesterday. Which is good, since it gave me a chance to utilize Crackbook's block feature on SIL.
Radio wants to fall off the face of the Earth, doesn't care if he ever sees them again. This brings me to my decision.
Every single fiber of my being is screaming FUCK YOU, GOOD RIDDANCE and KISS MY ASS to Radio's family. I have put up with FIL's nastiness and SIL's bitchiness for 11 fucking years. For 11 years I have bit my tongue, tried to keep the peace, encouraged Radio to love his family as they are and -at Radio's request- kept silent with every racist, hateful, vile thing that has come out of FIL's mouth (The very first time I had dinner at their home he told me "We should do to the Mexicans what Hitler did to the Jews" then laughed.)
And even with all of that, I can't. I refuse to be the one to make Radio choose. Do I have to deal with them anymore? Hell no. But that doesn't negate the fact that these are his parents and I continue to insist he try to have a relationship with them. As long as my children are not brought into any drama, everything is kosher.
The saddest part, is that Radio doesn't feel like they even care. For years, Radio was ignored and made to feel inferior to his sister. They hardly ever went to his HS activities, only showing up for Parent's Night and when Radio won Athlete of the Year. For SIL, they traveled all over the midwest and even went as far to borrow money from us so she could attend camps. Radio was always caring and considerate to them, his sister was relentlessly bitchy and always wanted more. They never would visit us in the States unless we would beg, even when we lived 30 minutes away but gladly showed up for Riley's funeral so they could play the grieving grandparent role. They sent one letter to Radio while he was at BMT but wanted the glory of being there for graduation. He has had enough.
So I will let him vent, and allow him to "take time away" but then I will again be encouraging him to try and get along.
Because I love him and he shouldn't have to choose.
July 7, 2009
Fuck You Friday *Tuesday Edition*
Dear CNN, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, FOX News and all other crack pot "news" outlets,
Enough with the Michael Jackson shit already, m'kay?
He was a father, a son, a musician and a bit of a freakshow. But he's dead now and I really don't give a flying fuck about his estate, his funeral or his legacy.
For god's sake, the man has been dead since June 25th, have there not been more newsworthy events since?
How about more coverage on the serial killer that'sfinally been apprehended in South Carolina?
Or the Palin resignation?
Even better, how about more fucking coverage on the war?
Oh, that's right, American news stations don't give a fuck.
Did y'all know that the US handed control back to the Iraqis last week? That with one day left until the deadline, the military pulled ALL combat troops out of Iraq, leaving only support staff in a still unstable country?
That the Marines have launched a major offensive in Afghanistan? That there have already been casualties?
Were you aware that a US soldier is currently being held as a prisoner of war by the Taliban?
And did you know that seven, SEVEN, American troops were killed in Afghanistan on Monday? That after a several minute long spiel on fucking Michael Jackson and his goddamn circus of a memorial, these seven people were given less than a minute by the CBS evening news?
Probably not. You all suck ass and I refuse to watch/click/read your drivel anymore.
Katie Couric, you should stayed at Today.
Bad Mommy
Enough with the Michael Jackson shit already, m'kay?
He was a father, a son, a musician and a bit of a freakshow. But he's dead now and I really don't give a flying fuck about his estate, his funeral or his legacy.
For god's sake, the man has been dead since June 25th, have there not been more newsworthy events since?
How about more coverage on the serial killer that's
Or the Palin resignation?
Even better, how about more fucking coverage on the war?
Oh, that's right, American news stations don't give a fuck.
Did y'all know that the US handed control back to the Iraqis last week? That with one day left until the deadline, the military pulled ALL combat troops out of Iraq, leaving only support staff in a still unstable country?
That the Marines have launched a major offensive in Afghanistan? That there have already been casualties?
Were you aware that a US soldier is currently being held as a prisoner of war by the Taliban?
And did you know that seven, SEVEN, American troops were killed in Afghanistan on Monday? That after a several minute long spiel on fucking Michael Jackson and his goddamn circus of a memorial, these seven people were given less than a minute by the CBS evening news?
Probably not. You all suck ass and I refuse to watch/click/read your drivel anymore.
Katie Couric, you should stayed at Today.
Bad Mommy
July 4, 2009
Independence Day
Ferris wheel... $6
Pony rides... $7
I know, I know... poor little ponies....
Cotton Candy... $5
Remembering to take the family picture AFTER festivities are over... priceless. 
Pony rides... $7
I know, I know... poor little ponies....
Bumper cars... $12
Lollipops... $3
Cotton Candy... $5
Remembering to take the family picture AFTER festivities are over... priceless.June 30, 2009
Uh, so this kind of freaked me out a little....
Y'all know I have a Statcounter, right?
Well, someone with an IP address binging out of Blair, Nebraska spent 2 hours, 57 minutes and 38 seconds on my blog today. After googling "insert Bad Mommy's real name here" blog.
I am going to assume it is an adoring fan and not a crazy psycho killer. Which should be okay, seeing as how I am in Germany, a good 5000+ miles away from Nebraska.
Side note, Snail Child used air quotes for the first time today while describing her recent playground follies. I don't know if I should be frightened or proud. One thing is for sure, my sarcastic wit is rubbing off big time.
Well, someone with an IP address binging out of Blair, Nebraska spent 2 hours, 57 minutes and 38 seconds on my blog today. After googling "insert Bad Mommy's real name here" blog.
I am going to assume it is an adoring fan and not a crazy psycho killer. Which should be okay, seeing as how I am in Germany, a good 5000+ miles away from Nebraska.
Side note, Snail Child used air quotes for the first time today while describing her recent playground follies. I don't know if I should be frightened or proud. One thing is for sure, my sarcastic wit is rubbing off big time.
I've got nerves...
and they appear to be made of melty Jell-o. Anxiety is getting the best of me as of late.
We're in the final countdown to D-day, at least in my head. Less than 9 weeks, more than 5 weeks (like how I'm getting around that pesky OPSEC business?) Radio will be in the States a short time for combat training (this is standard, he is not in a combat job but everyone goes anyway, just in case) and then *might* get to come home for a bit before he heads over. Sigh. He still needs to get his gear, gets his bags ready, I need to be added to an account, his will needs completed and we need to get POA's yet. And he hasn't even been handed a checklist.
To top it off, I'm seriously, seriously, doubting my decision to homeschool. I do not think I can do it. I'm not organized, I'm too anxious to focus and Snail Child and I can get into a pretty serious battle of wills. But if I leave them in school, she could get even more behind and we also have to deal with the "element".
I have no idea what to do. How about y'all make the decision for me? Discuss amongst yourselves whether or not I should homeschool and then get back to me with an answer.
Oh, for those of you that know me in real life, please, honest opinions. I'll still love you. :)
We're in the final countdown to D-day, at least in my head. Less than 9 weeks, more than 5 weeks (like how I'm getting around that pesky OPSEC business?) Radio will be in the States a short time for combat training (this is standard, he is not in a combat job but everyone goes anyway, just in case) and then *might* get to come home for a bit before he heads over. Sigh. He still needs to get his gear, gets his bags ready, I need to be added to an account, his will needs completed and we need to get POA's yet. And he hasn't even been handed a checklist.
To top it off, I'm seriously, seriously, doubting my decision to homeschool. I do not think I can do it. I'm not organized, I'm too anxious to focus and Snail Child and I can get into a pretty serious battle of wills. But if I leave them in school, she could get even more behind and we also have to deal with the "element".
I have no idea what to do. How about y'all make the decision for me? Discuss amongst yourselves whether or not I should homeschool and then get back to me with an answer.
Oh, for those of you that know me in real life, please, honest opinions. I'll still love you. :)
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