Mum's the Word

Ok so work today was work.. Nothing good and nothing really bad about it but despite it all I was in a pretty good mood.. I was interacting with people.. mainly just listening to conversation going on around me and having one ear bud in listening to music. I interjected into a conversation and got my ass chewed a little bit for talking.. when not five minutes prior to my opening my mouth to say something, my manager doesn't even bother to say a word to anyone else that was talking.. only me.

Ok so I was pissed off first of all because I wasn't the only one talking, second because of the way she said it.. implying that my product won't do itself.. Wouldn't that be nice? But then I would be out of a job.. oh well.. so anyway I sat there and fumed for a while going over in my head how fucked up it is to have several people around me talk and I don't get to.. It wasn't like I was blabbing up a storm or not doing my work because I WAS doing it. The people I was talking to will vouch for me that I was doing my work so all in all it was just that the manager singled me out..

I have no idea what in the hell was going on..but after I fumed and my first break I was able to calm down a bit and then make fun of what happened.. saying things like God forbid I talk it might be misconstrued as not working! And stuff along that line. Not another word was said to me.

And this is why I don't dine out

So after having had a bad day to begin with.. we felt that we needed a pick me up in the form of pizza.

So we went to our local Pizza Hut only to experience attitude problems and half assed solutions.

We ordered 2 pan tossed pizza's and 22 wing piece. Only to have 1 pan tossed pizza and 22 wings that looked more like a cross between chicken strips and popcorn chicken. Our other pizza had more onions than I care to like yet we ate them because we were hungry and we could pick the onions off.

Anyway the food was still good with the exception of the wings. Usually they are dripping in sauce. Today it looked like they had been spritzed with flavor rather than swimming. I don't know who put the order together but apparently their lack in care and quality was parallel to the attitude we got from the manager and their help. It was ridiculous the cashier wasn't in her position nor was she out on the floor helping the only server who fumbled with orders. He never even wrote it down. He screwed up with our drinks which is why we didn't get them all at the same time and our food didn't come all at the same time.

Our server wasn't prepared, we got our plates after our first pizza came out of the oven, the wings were disappointing and by the time our second pizza and wings came, we had already demolished the first pizza. It was a sad state of affairs when people went to the counter to get refills when the waiter should have been on top of it. When the manager was confronted with our problem he drizzled COLD garlic parmasean sauce over the top of the wings and asked if that was good enough.. umm what the fuck do you think? I am glad I wasn't the one that dealt with that part of our order because I think I would have done something I would later regret. I mean seriously how hard is it to say Sorry and rectify the situation in the form of maybe taking it off the order or redoing the wings with fresh sauce or offer a discount on wings next time if we decided to go in or order from them?

This Pizza Hut didn't used to be like this for service or food. Shame on the Riverton Branch! I will not be eating there again and I will not recommend anyone to partake of their business either.

Thanks Flapper I am stabby!

I am taking my cue from @handflapper to tell you that I am also stabby. But for different reasons.

My week started off... well it was a Monday and Memorial weekend leftovers. We didn't do anything special for Memorial day which I am kinda grateful for because I didn't have the energy to do anything else. Tuesday came disguised as a Monday .. blah ... So work was boring.. then I get sick.. it started with a tickle in my throat.. and now that its Thursday.. I have full blown something.. where I ache, I can't keep enough water in my system to function and food irritates my throat and stomach.. I am beginning to wonder if I have become infected and turning into a zombie?

Does anyone know what the symptoms are? Anyone? Ok so here I sit with my throat on fire as I type this and still brooding over the last few days and all the drama and I have to say being the bigger person sucks! But I am gonna keep on being the bigger person because in the end I will get what I want.

By the way does yogurt go bad?

Tattoos revisited

People are fucking ignorant.

Ok first off, some people don't want a tattoo.. fine. But don't judge those that do have them. Having a tattoo doesn't make you a criminal or trash.

Placement of the tattoos have to be considered. If a girl wants a tattoo on her lower back it doesn't make her a tramp. JUST SAYIN'.

Having a lot of tattoos doesn't make you insecure. It's not to hide anything unless that is the specific reason someone did it. But you won't know that until you ask them. Most people are happy to talk about their tattoos and what they mean to them. To them its art.  It has some meaning for them.

SO don't be an IGNORANT FUCK. Take time out of your skeptical and prudish life and just ask. What's the worst they will say? Um Fuck you? Nothing lost and nothing gained.

Not a fan anymore.

I don't know what my problem is but I have this niggling feeling that I should be good at something and that something isn't my job. I don't want to be good at my job.. I want to be good at something else.. Singing, writing, drawing for the love of God anything but making compasses and painting little red lines.

I am not tired of the lines really.. because it just helps me practice steadying my hand but seriously.. Why don't I have a natural talent? Why do I have to work at a talent? I watch American Idol and other things.. Britain's Got Talent and those people just go up there ..la dee fucking da and whip it out and its no big deal.. just irks my shit like no other. I have since quit watching those shows because no talent hacks like myself get up there and give us bad names.. Not a fan anymore. 

Perspective. It's not easy.

I am so fucking angry right now. I was all set to go into this I.E.P. meeting (Intervention Education Program) to see how to set new goals for my youngest daughter and to see where her dad and I can help her succeed.

Turns out she needs more help than we thought. As a parent you want what's best for your child. As a parent you want them to succeed and you want the world for them. You don't want them stuck in a dead end job making minimum wage.

If there is one thing I wanted for any and all of my kids (step-kids included) is I want them to be whatever their hearts desire. I don't want them thinking that all they will be good for is a menial job working for minimum wage whatever that is at the time.

So we went through all the stuff they wanted us to know like where she is with her reading skills and everything else. Her math skills are not where we want them to be, She has a low threshold on tolerance for math and when she doesn't get something she has just started recently to give up. Ken and I have to fight tooth and nail to get her to do any of her math homework.

She is a second grader and as all of us know the way they are teaching these kids now isn't how we all learned growing up so its all new to us too. Their teaching methods are different, they are implementing things that we didn't learn until later; now. Its somewhat of a jumbled mess.

So her test scores were severely low, she is way under the national and district average on those test scores where it basically means her comprehension and everything is below what a normal second grader is.

Now I understand that they want her to perform at a certain level but you would think it would be different for each kid based on their independent needs and personalities. But it seems as if we are raising a bunch of rocket scientists or robots where learning is just one style and you can't work at your own pace and you can't do it in a way that makes sense to you.. you have to do it their way.

So here she is struggling along doing the best she can and it isn't good enough. They can only give her so much help. Her speech language pathologist and the other special ed teachers are helping her and I believe them when they say that they are doing everything they can to help her but when they look you straight in the face and say.. its not good enough... its enough to tear your heart out.

It's even worse when the school principle looks you dead in the face and patronizes you and tells you all the redeeming qualities of your child yet with a backhanded compliment tells you "Bottom line, your child is one point from being considered mentally retarded." And then goes on to say she hopes we understand what they are saying.. I guess she was using the royal implement because the main teacher and each of the aides said otherwise. They knew I understood it. Makes me wonder if she was doing it for Kenny's benefit.

All the keeps running through my head at this point is how much I love my child and how much these teachers mean to her and to have to break my heart by telling me that if it weren't for one point they would consider her no better than a child with Downs.

We have more goals set up for her to help her with her Speech and Language. We have ideas running through to come up with a plan to give her an incentive to not give up. We are going to step up our game but try not to burn her out of school before she has a chance to see that this is important.

NOW I will tell you that she is a smart child. We just have to figure out a way that makes sense to her and at the same time lets us adults know that she understands it. I believe that she can and will succeed and not end up like they said where she has to have a job where repetition is key for her to succeed. I want her to do and be what she wants to be... SCREW what every one else says and I will keep praying that she proves the principle wrong.

Because of the NCLB act they are going to pass her into the third grade because they can't hold her back. Not sure holding her back is even gonna help her in the respects of having her understand that its to help not punish. They were talking about a behavioral plan and I strongly and firmly told them they need to make sure she knows its not because she was bad. It is just to make sure she is focused on the school work. They were thinking of an incentive plan like rewarding her after she does five problems or questions and I thought and told them what a horrible idea because then she would be like Pavlov's dog and expect a reward after every good thing she did. Kenny and I can't afford to do that. Because we would want to keep up with the reward system it will break us. It will turn her into a spoiled brat as well. So I said that I didn't want her relying on getting something all the time for a job well done. I mean praise her for what she did and for the work she did but having a material possession is like a crutch and if she knows she will get that crutch its not teaching her anything but to get that prize. If that makes sense.

We found out tonight that they are going to move 3rd grade to Rendezvous school so instead of k- 3 it will be k-2, 3-5, 6-8, 9-12 in our schools.

She is terrified of change. Our son will be in 4th grade next year. Had they not made the decision to move 3rd up to the other school, my daughter would be at her current school by herself while her brother would go on to 4th and put them in separate schools. There is a 14 month difference between her brother and her and its like they are twins and to separate them is torture on them even when they don't get along.

So now that they are moving 3rd grade up there it will keep her and her brother together and hopefully be easier on her to accept the change. She was told of lockers and changing classes and you can imagine what that does for a little kid who is used to having her materials like pencils and books in her desk. Now the burden of a locker makes it to where she will have to be responsible for having all her materials for that specific class with her at the appropriate times. While I am confident she will learn how to be responsible for her things it also makes me mad that they aren't transitioning these kids better so that they will know how to work their locks on their lockers and make sure they have the right things for the class.

 Bottom line is We want her to succeed. The aides want her to succeed and the principle doesn't want us to be disappointed when she can't succeed so she tells us I guess as a comfort that our child isn't destined to succeed and we need to be aware of that. It's like she is setting our child up for failure before she get a chance to prove herself.

Thank you for reading this far. This day has been long and horrible in respects to stress. Probably shouldn't go to work tomorrow because of the massive migraine I am sporting today but MY success at attaining my goals would be that much further away and I can't afford to take off from work.

Parents tell your kids how PROUD you are of them no matter what. That is the most important thing besides telling them you love them and wanting what's best for them. Your praise to them means more than ice cream and candy even when they don't see it that way, they will learn to know that it is. If there was anything or any one thing I could teach my kids, it's that they can do and be whatever they want and that they can change something they don't like by working hard and asking for help. They have my support in anything they pursue no matter how frivolous. 

Parenting fail

Ok I know that as a parent we can't always monitor what our kids are doing and saying all the time especially while they are away from us. But it stands to reason that a lot of us take precautions about what they watch and listen to.

So with that said, here is the funny for the day.

I allowed the kids to play with a neighbor boy. I told them I wanted them home at 6 so they could sit down and have dinner. The weather was beautiful. Figured it would get them out of the house for a bit. And it was PEACEFUL for about an hour.

I got the cherry cobbler on in the crock pot. It smells really yummy. Then I sat down. I knew this was a bad idea but went with it anyway. So I am surfing the net with my elder son and pretty soon my youngest child comes home.

She has a pinched look on her face and I knew something was wrong. This is the following conversation. ( H = her, M = me.)

M: What's wrong baby?
H: *just stares with lips pinched*
M: what's the matter, what happened?
H: They are calling me names.
M: Like what?
H: pervert and something else I forget
M: Are you sure?
H: *shakes her head yes very vigorously.
M: Do you know what that means?
H: No.
M: Ok

I look at my elder son and tell him to go get his brother and bring him home.

Elder son comes in the door with younger son and the water works begin. I am trying hard not to show how amusing this is to me. (YS = younger son, M = me and ES = Elder son.) Before I have a chance to ask younger son anything he starts in.

YS: I didn't call her that!
M: Wait ... call her what?
YS: Whatever she told you!
M: How do you know she said anything? She could have just come home.
YS: *shrug*
M: So did you call her a pervert?
YS: *hesitates* Neighbor boy called her a pervert.
M: What else did you guys call her?
YS: It wasn't me! Neighbor boy called her a pervert and a vagina.
M: Do you know what a pervert is?
YS: No.
M: Do you know what a vagina is?
YS: It's a part on a woman's body.
M: Show me.
YS: *points to sister's crotch region*
M: *I turn around*

At this point I am trying to not lose it. I had to put on my parent face and deal. So I turn to the kids and said that if they didn't know what something was they shouldn't be using it as if they knew what it meant. So while I wasn't telling them the definition of pervert, i managed to make ES lose his mind.

M to YS: Does your sister look like a vagina?
ES: *dying!!*
M: *still staring at YS and H* Well does she?
YS: umm no?
M: If you don't know what one looks like how can you call her that?
ES: *still dying, like losing his breath laughing so hard*

Also it was starting to rub off.

M: don't call your sister a Vagina or a pervert.
M to ES: Go use your ivagination somewhere else.

Then I died laughing... sort of.

Then curiosity got the best of me.

M to YS: Have you seen a vagina?

Before YS could answer ES says YES and they are gross!

M to ES: When have you seen a vagina?
ES: In the boys locker room.
M: What??
ES: She got confused and ran in and then ran out.
M: What?? You didn't see a vagina.. you seen a naked girl and maybe a bit of her naughty parts. Not a vagina..
ES: *beet red and not breathing because he was laughing so hard*

By this time the little kids have excused themselves and got their jammies on. I am at my keyboard relating this entire incident to my bf who is working and can't exactly laugh out loud due to his working in an office where people are on the phones..

Yes I am that evil and apparently an epic parenting fail.. Someone please laugh and comment that I am not the only one that has to have the genital talk with kids......