i am in a foul, foul mood

I figure while I have the bitch theme going here, I might as well do some of it before I close down this blog.

Let me just get this outta' the way...I'm PMSing and my hormones are not being kind to me.

I hate using the word 'hate' but it applies so well to the asswipe drivers here. Now, again, I don't claim to be the perfect driver but if one more fucking douche bag tailgates me, merges into my lane without signaling nearly driving me off the side of the road or some old fart isn't tall enough to see over the steering wheel and therefore, swerves all over the fucking universe, I am going to pull out the imaginary M16 I keep in my car and blast them all to Stupidville where all the stupid-ass drivers reside.

The person who shall not be mentioned here obviously never learned any manners growing up. He probably had his dick in his ear or something while his mother was talking. There are three people whom I consider to be the most selfish people I have ever known and he is at the top of the list. He asks me to do favor after favor for him but getting him to respond to a simple fucking Email is like pulling pubic hairs out with a fucking tweezer. After he asked me in a text message to drop the kids off after my son's football practice tonight, I wrote him an Email and told him that I don't expect much where he's concerned but if he expects me to do him favors, then he needs to reciprocate even if it's something as minor as responding to an Email about something regarding the kids. He wrote back, "What favor?!"!! Can someone be that oblivious?! I actually had to respond defining the word 'favor' for him. If someone is going to the brain bank, could you please pick him up one that doesn't have a dent in it...from my kicking it in.

Schwartz is a fucking shit monster. It all started this past weekend when we had torrential, non-stop rain the entire weekend and he just decided that he was going to make my house his own personal toilet instead of going outside to do his business. Boy, can he be so disagreeale sometimes! My house smelled like dog ass the entire frickin' weekend. And today...OMG...my daughter took him outside and I swear, he was inside for two minutes and I turned my back for two seconds when he shit all over the front hallway and dining room. Over the weekend he shit in my bathroom too! I can't fucking stand it anymore! My son actually asked if I just couldn't stick his ass on the toilet!

Montana is driving me nuts. He can't stand the collar so he's constantly scratching at it. The noise wakes me up in the middle of the night. I don't know what is worse...listening to him yarf all over the place, Schwartz's stanky ass in my face on the pillow next to me or listening to the non-stop scratching at that damn fucking thing!

The next complaint is reason #409 why I choose to remain single. Facebook has put me in touch with quite a number of people, including people I'm getting to know through mutual contacts. So this guy and I started talking one day about a month ago and even though he's 1,000+ miles away and there's no chance that we'd ever meet or get together (the story of my life), we've been having some great chats. Until this past weekend.

Both of us are divorced and neither of us had our kids this past weekend so we decided that it would be a good time to chat away. Only, come early Saturday morning, he decided to make a rude and very unnecessary comment to me which completely turned me off from ever communicating with him again!

Now, it's not so much what he said (it was through IM and I realize that it was probably a joke) as much as it was completely inappropriate and unfunny, if there is such a word. It was not sexual, it just gave off the impression that he thought he was too good for words to express - too good for anyone. Sorry, I hate shit like that. I can't stand people who think they're above anyone else. Even if it was a joke, which I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and say it was, I just can't be bothered. I've done everything I can to avoid him online, he didn't call me this weekend either so he must have known that I was perturbed, and he hasn't tried calling me since. Thank goodness for small miracles!

I'm sure the above are not the only things I can bitch about but it's the end of the day and I'm not as on-the-ball as earlier!

too rigid? you be the judge

Last night, my son had a football scrimmage at his school to allow the kids on his and the opposing team they played who don't ordinarily get the opportunity to play during a regular game to have some good team-building playtime on the field. The person who shall not be mentioned here was there and after everything was done, took the kids for a few hours.

This is where the problem started for me...he called me twenty minutes 'til 9. Nine pm is their bedtime. Sharp. I have to get the kids up at 6:15am for school so there is no breathing room for when they go to bed during the week or else they will suffer considerably during the course of the day.

He told me that they went to dinner and they went to the mall. He knew, as he's always known, that 9pm is their bedtime, no ifs, ands or buts. Why did they go to the mall? Couldn't tell you, don't really give a shit. Did they have to go to the mall? Most likely not. Did it cut into their down time to relax before bed so they wouldn't go to bed all wound up. You bet your sweet asses it did! Did it piss me off?! Um...is the sky fucking blue?!?!??!!?

So he starts telling me the deal...that my son has some papers from school for me to sign and that he has to take a shower when he gets home, blah, blah fucking blah. So I told him the deal - have them back before nine, plain and simple. That's their bedtime and he knew it. My son will take a shower before bed or in the morning, depending on if time allows and depending on when he gets his shit together and gets the kids home.

When my son takes a shower, it wakes him up so do I want him to feel all refreshed and awake enough to be able to watch a 9-inning baseball game on TV when he's supposed to be in bed? FUCK NO!!

He chuckles as if I'm performing a comedy act that I'm unaware of and asks, "Why are you being so rigid?"

I asked him "Why are you being the usual dumb fuck that you tend to be?"

Okay, I didn't say that but I wanted to.

So I laid it out for him...my house, my rules. If you take them out from my house, you get them back when I say you get them back. If you don't like that and are incapable of following someone else's rules, then don't take them out during the week. When I realized the familiar sound of his panties being tied in a very tight knot and knew that he was getting ready to hang up on me, I hung up on him.

This is what I didn't get the chance to tell him but will do so in an Email message today...if he takes the kids out on a school night, he leaves enough time to get them back before their bedtime, not when he feels like it. When we got divorced, he put me in charge as primary caregiver so in general, what I say goes and if he doesn't like it, tough shit. Since the day our divorce was granted in a court of law, I've always been very lenient with the schedule in the fact that we have a set schedule arranged in our divorce agreement that we've never followed because I always thought that as long as I stayed flexible with him and allowed him to see the kids when his schedule allowed, things would be cool between us. But if he wants to fuck around and think he can do what he wants, then he'll start following that pre-arranged schedule if I say so.

Am I being too strict? I don't think so. Kids need structure and order in their lives or chaos ensues. I've never said anything about what he does at his house because it's his house and he makes the rules there. I wasn't put on this earth to understand them or even like them, but they're his rules and I understand and accept them. He doesn't have to understand or accept mine, he doesn't even have to respect me, but he does have to respect my rules and not question them when he doesn't like them.

The Queen has spoken. *snicker*

eating on the road

I don't usually eat fast food mainly because I don't want to die at a young age with clogged arteries. But now that I'm mobile, I'm throwing my daughter her long-awaited birthday party after school today and I have so much to do, there's no time to make myself a healthy meal at home. Plus I really like the ice coffee at Mickey D's.

Of course there's always time for blogging so I had to tell you about my wonderful experience at the drive-thru this morning.

Idiot Drive-Thru Woman: Welcome to McDonald's, can I help you?
Me: Yes, I'll have the powdered egg sandwich with a slab of that greasy meat-substitute on stale two-day old bread. And make sure you put twice the butter on the bread to make it really soft so it appears as if it's fresh. I would also like a regular medium iced coffee with two creams and two sugars, please.
IDTW: Did you see hot coffee?
Me: I said 'iced coffee".
IDTW: _azlenut?
Me: Pardon?
IDTW: _o _ou __nt Hazlenut fl_v_r in your hot coffee?
Me: No thank you. And I said "a regular iced coffee".
IDTW: Do you _ant me to put _of_ee in that?
Me: I'm sorry, did you just ask me if you want me to have you put coffee in the iced coffee?!
IDTW: No, I asked you if you want c_eam _n_ su_ar wit_ that?

(Uh, no she didn't.)

Me: Yes thank you. I already told you I wanted two creams and two sugars.

In case you hadn't already figured it out, this woman taking the orders did not know how to use the headset properly. Those blank spaces signify how she kept cutting herself off and frankly, I'm kinda' proud of myself that I was able to decipher what she was saying without needing an interpreter. I don't mean to offend any fast food drive-thru personnel out in Blogging Land but for fuck's sake, I'm pretty sure you don't need a freakin' Master's degree to work that damn headset!

I drove around to pay at the first window. I had to wait because the woman was too busy inserting toys into empty Happy Meal boxes to bother taking my money. I timed her and it took her a minute and a half before acknowledging my presence. And inbetween watching her do such a superb job inserting those shit plastic toys in boxes and trying my hardest to patiently wait for her to pay attention, I asked her "Do I have to do a dance or something to get you to take my money?".

Seriously, who has time for this shit?!

She looked up and with a smile and a very vacant look in her eye she happily greeted me, took my money, presented me with my change and went back to work. Can anyone say "Twilight Zone"?! Talk about weird.

I drove to the next window knowing that my order was going to be fucked up and I was not disappointed. Or should I say that I was disappointed but not surprised. Anyway, the manager handed me what else but a steaming cup of hot coffee.

Me: For Pete's sake, are you serious??!
Manager: Is there a problem?
Me: Considering I spent five minutes trying to make your girl there understand that I wanted ICED COFFEE, yeah I'd say there was a problem!

Do you know that bitch of a drive-thru girl started shaking her head at me?!

Me: You better not be shaking your head at me because in case you didn't already know, the customer is always right and that's just rude behavior on your part. Clean the shit out of your ears and learn how to use your headset so that you press the button before you start speaking and not in mid-sentence. If you did it right, there'd be no confusion now, would there?

The manager handed me my ICED coffee, apologized for the problem and while I was checking to make sure she didn't fuck up the rest of my order, the manager asked the girl to give her the headset and go find a job in the kitchen.

That was the manager's first mistake...thinking that someone with her head shoved high up her rectum would know what she was doing.

Valuable lesson learned. No matter how much I may get a hankerin' for greasy, nasty food, I'm eating at home from now on!

guess which one pissed me off more

It started first thing in the morning with my realizing that my daughter, who is still in lower school, didn't have a full day of school but just a half day, to be picked up by noon. Of course a week ago, when I was arranging their carpools, I neglected to consider this usual first-day-of-school dismissal time and didn't have a ride for her to come home! And, of course, on the first day of school, they don't offer After Care as an option! Luckily, my neighbor from across the street came through for me again and we were able to pick my daughter up in time.

Later on in the day, the home aide came. Honestly people, other than needing her for food shopping, driving and some appointments here and there, I just don't see the fucking point to having this woman around. Now that I can use the crutches and even stand briefly on my better foot, I don't need her to help me inside my home.

Yesterday, I had her help me do a few things and all was fine. I started getting annoyed when it came time for the laundry. She helped me take the line-dried clothes down, brought them to my room where I parked bedside to fold clothes and all she did was sit down on my bed and watch me fold.

*blank stare*

Was this woman incapable of folding? Does she have an allergy to clean clothes that leaves her unable to touch them??!

Because I'm still fairly self-sufficient and have my kids around at times to help me, much time was spent with her sitting around and sifting through clothing catalogs. She has this journal she has to write in each time she comes so I took a peak and she made it sound like she was doing so much more than she really was. I don't want to be a bitch about things but I think if she's getting paid to be here and to help me, it's certainly not to be writing down imaginary shit and I will be reporting this to the woman in charge of this company when I'm through with their service.

Later on in the afternoon, we had to go get my son from football practice. Here is a woman who has never driven my car before and she drove the entire way one-handed. Even though I didn't say anything, that didn't fly with me. I don't even drive one-handed when I'm by myself in the car! The drivers around here are fucking nuts and one could lose control of their vehicle at a moment's notice around here even if driving with both hands!

She was also stopping too close to the cars in front of us, she sped down a highway that is known to have police monitoring drivers' speed, she was taking turns on the highway too fast which was causing her to suddenly break which jolted the car and she was tired, yawning in my face every other minute and not listening to where I was telling her to go. For instance, on the way home, I told her to follow a curve around to her left and she kept going right. I had to tell her twice more to go left and she actually said "You're telling me left but my hands want to go right.". WTF does that mean??! If your brain is too tired to drive then fucking tell me before we get into the damn car and you put mine and my daughter's lives in jeopardy!

Anyway, she realized her error but by that point there was some stupid driver right up our ass and when she finally woke the fuck up and started going left again, she did so without first looking and the guy nearly hit us. Of course he was at fault for following too closely, but she was equally at fault for not looking to see if anyone was coming.

I didn't want to be a backseat driver so I kept my mouth shut. This time. I always want to give people the benefit of the doubt even if I know it's not going to get any better. I've never claimed to be the perfect driver but this woman sucked donkey dick! As much as I don't want to get this woman in trouble, it's all being documented. When the managers initially came to talk to me, I asked about how their aides' driving records were and they claimed to check their records for the past 7 years. Sorry, that doesn't fly with this aide speeding every chance she got! They either didn't check her record completely or there are some records of speeding citations around there somewhere!

We got to the school, parked and waited. Then she popped the question and asked me if I go to church.

First of all, religion is one of the things I refuse to talk about on dates so why the fuck would I talk about it with a complete stranger?!

For those of you out there who think church-going people are the only people out there, please remove your heads from your asses. I find nothing wrong with people who choose to practice any kind of religion but I do have a problem with people asking me something that's really none of their business. As a Jewish woman, I obviously don't go to church, I don't want to be asked to go to church and I don't want you crazy fucking bible thumpers showing up at my front door with information about the church where you pray, trying to recruit me to attend the next service. NO!!!!! GO PEDDLE YOUR SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!!

Then she proceeded to ask me what being Kosher meant and if I grew up in an environment with people from other races and religions. WTF is this????!??! What part of 'none of your fucking business' did she not understand??!

Okay...all that shit was done, my son was finished with practice and we were on our way home. We got home fifteen minutes before she was done but she called in and reported that she had finished and then hightailed it outta' my house with a few 'goodbyes' to me and the kids and one 'see you tomorrow'. Uh, pardon me but what happened to those last fifteen minutes that you got paid for leaving before your time was up??

Onto other things...like my parents' Email message they sent me a few days ago.

When I looked at it again, it reminded me of a business exchange. "Please give us an update. Thanks, Mom and Dad". No 'Love, Mom and Dad', no affection expressed whatsoever. So they got an equally cold response from me...

I'm fine, thank you. I'm walking a little with crutches. The kids are fine. They started school.

I guess they think they're the only ones who know how to be insensitive bitches. Needless to say, I have not received a response back from them nor do I expect I will. Their whole purpose for writing was not to find out how I was but to find out how the kids were. Which is fine. I don't resent my children because my parents love them. Anyone who has kids know that once the kids come along, you're all but forgotten. What bothers me are insincere messages from parents who truly only give a damn about themselves.

Last but certainly not least, just this morning, I heard Schwartz gnawing on something hard, something he shouldn't be chewing on. It was my son's cell phone. Shot to hell. Tooth holes on both the back and front, one right through the fucking battery! Turns on but nothing but a blank screen appears. My son's cell phone is going away indefinitely. If he can't be responsible with it, then he's not responsible enough to have it.

I'm done. Or at least I hope I am! Who knows? I have physical therapy in 20 minutes, things go to shit now!

it was bound to happen

As predicted, my sister started being a bitch as soon as she stepped in my house this morning. A fight ensued about my recycling, of all things, which resulted in my telling my mother either she get a backbone for once in her life and tell my sister to STFU and stop talking down to me in front of my children or they were both welcome to leave. I told her that while I was appreciative of everything they had done for me thus far, it did not give them the right to treat me like shit when they didn't get their way. My mom, sister and I ignored each other for the rest of the morning.

Later on in the morning, my son accidentally dropped some water on the floor. He tried to clean it up but my sister slipped and fell. I asked what happened and she bit my head off and angrily said "You know exactly what happened!". That was it, folks. I snapped. I screamed like you probably have never heard anyone scream and told her to get out of my house. That I would not be spoken to like that in my house. The look in her eyes showed that she never saw that kind of reaction coming and probably, no one had ever spoken to her in such a way before. Well people, you treat someone like shit over and over and over again, you're bound to get a little bit of that shit thrown back at you.

Do you know what she did? She came after me, the psycho that she is, got right in my face and screamed at me for me to get the fuck out of my own house and that she would take my kids anywhere she damned well please with or without my permission. I'll tell ya' something, when she got directly in my face, it took every ounce of will power for me to not lay her out on the floor right then and there and trust me, I could have done it even from a seated position. But then, I didn't need her gushing blood from her nose onto my nice wood floor.

My mother...OMG my mother. She is a spineless wimp and I called her that directly to her face. She took my sister's side. She, who usually knows better, allowed my sister to speak to me the way she did in front of my children. And you better believe that I called my mother that directly to her face. She deserved it and she needed to hear it.

Then I made the mistake of getting my father involved. Not the least bit sympathetic to my situation. He said they were there to help. Yeah, help me jump off a tall building maybe. So my father told me that he would talk to my mom and call me back. He calls me back to tell me that my mother is upset. Excuse me?! I got reamed out by a psycho cunt from hell and she's upset? I'd be damned if I'd let her get the sympathy in all this! My father started yelling at me and I hung up on him. So now he can go fuck himself too.

My daughter came into my room and I asked her what they were saying about me. We were at two ends of the house but I could still here my sister speaking ill of me around my kids. Do you know how much that upsets me? To be constantly undermined and talked about so that my kids will hear such angry words, you can't even imagine how I feel unless you've experienced something similar.

My mother and my sister wanted to take the kids to see a movie. My kids asked if they could go and I told them not unless I received an apology from both my mother and sister. I heard my daughter repeat it to my mother and sister and I heard my sister say "That's not going to happen". Here are two people in my house who do not pay my mortgage or any other bills who think they can treat me like shit and expect that I will stand for it. I was determined to put my foot down any way I could. Well, any way that didn't require me to actually put my foot down.

I heard my mother's phone ring. I knew my father was calling her. She came into my room and tried to tell me how upset she was. I told her to shut up. I told her again that she was spineless and that she had no right to take my sister's side when she, my sister, was clearly wrong. That she, my mother knew damn well that my sister shouldn't have been speaking like that to me in my home and she did nothing to stop it. That I am her daughter too and even if I don't have the same relationship that she has with my sister that she is obligated to act like my mother if she really cared and stop picking sides. This got to her. She got tears in her eyes. Boofuckinghoo.

Then she actually tried to blame me for my father getting angry at me! I yelled at her that I would NEVER be blamed for his temper, that he had a temper long before he had surgery and that I was calmly telling him my story when he chose to take an angry tone with me. And then I told her I wouldn't deal with his shit either. I told her that they better all get their act together where I was concerned or they would never again hear from or see me and the kids again. Ever.

She apologized. However insincere it was, she did it. No one in my family ever apologizes to anyone. My sister did not at the time and I made it very clear to my mother that if my sister did not apologize for her psychotic episode displayed in my home, that they could stick it up their asses and get the fuck outta' my home. Yes, I used those exact words. I am not exaggerating anything, folks. I'm telling you exactly how the situation played out.

In the meantime, the person who shall not be mentioned here and I had been exchanging angry Emails this morning. I'm being accused of sitting on my ass (well, that's a given) and doing absolutely nothing to arrange carpools for our kids for their school and my son's football practices when all I've been doing is just that. Prior to this, I had written him several Emails about what I had done and what I was waiting on to be confirmed. Talk about him needing to clean the shit out of his eyes and actually reading what was being written to him!

My sister came into my room to apologize at the same moment that I was fed up with the Email exchanges and felt it necessary to call the person who shall not be mentioned here. Apparently he is very against my family helping our kids get situated with various carpools to and from school. Why? Beats the fuck outta' me. He continually forgets that despite my injuries, my family being here is more about the kids than it is about me. Yet, he can't stop hating me or my family for two seconds. For those of you who've been with me for awhile, you'll remember a few blogs back how I was this close to being sued by him for some of the content of that blog. He can't seem to shake what happened back then and tells me he hates me and everything about me and then in the next breath tells me that I should go consult with a doctor! Pardon? Why should I go see a doctor? For bitching now and again on my blog about what a dipshit he is which is a normal complaint by anyone who's been divorced from such a schmuck? Who's the one who still, well over a year later, can't let that old blog go?

Basically, I told him to STFU too. I told him he could hate me as much as he wanted and that he could drown in his anger and never forgive me if that's what made him happy, I had to tell him several times that it was about the kids and getting them taken care of and not me. What were his responses? He kept on going and going, talking about how rotten a person I was and that he hated me. Whatever loser. If it makes him happy to say shit about me and talk ill about me to others, more power to him. Apparently he thinks I give a shit what he and others think of me.

So my sister apologized. Insincere at best. I simply nodded, hugged and kissed my kids and told them to have a good time at the movies. Even though they apologized, it's highly doubtful that I will be speaking to either of them for the remainder of their visit. For those of you who say 'let it go', YOU let it go. I've had to deal with this kind of bullshit my entire life. I am 40 fucking years old and I do NOT have to tolerate this kind of shit any longer. I am angry at myself and my present situation. I am angry that I have a family who only cares about themselves despite claiming to care for me. I am angry that the only support system here are a few friends. I am so fucking tired of people treating me like shit and thinking they can get away with it.

I have nothing left to say other than I wish I could go back in time and wish this shit never happened to me. It's so beyond ridiculous already. One person should not have to deal with this much crap.

a long walk off a short pier

Or is it a short walk off a long pier?! Ack, whatever! Either way, that's what I wanted my son to do yesterday. Swim with the fishes, bitches.

I know that's horrible to say but he triggered my PMS so badly yesterday, I wanted to scream. And then maybe scream a little more on top of that. I actually had to wait a day to recover before writing this post!

It all started when the kids just wouldn't. stop. fighting yesterday morning. I had to get them outta' the house, cabin fever and all that shit. All summer long I couldn't talk them into going to the beach and the one day I did, then I don't feel like going! While I usually don't reward them for bad behavior, it was either the beach or my jumping from the tallest tree. Frankly, I like the way I look, without broken bones and sharp edges jutting through my skin so the tree-jumping was out.

I was pissy from the moment we left the house. Everything under the sun was their fault. If I had accidentally cut my own nose off with pruning shears, it would have been their fault, too.

The migraine had set in long before we left the house. I took my medicine and brought my medicine cabinet with me but hours later with my left temple still aching, I was certain my head would implode at any minute. That, of course, would be their fault as well. They just really know how to bring out the worst in me, lemme' tell you!

So we got to the beach and I still couldn't shake the foul mood. The public restrooms there are...well, let's just say I would rather jump into a Port-a-potty head first with my mouth wide open than have to use those beach restrooms but sure enough, we all had to go. And when ya' gotta' go, ya' gotta' go, am I right?!

I was in the restroom doing my thing while outside the stall, some stupid bitch was griping about how I butted in front of her. Pardon me?! When I entered the bathroom, how was I supposed to know that she exited a stall with a clogged toilet and was waiting for another one to become available? Was I supposed to know that when I entered a stall as I entered the bathroom? Did she mention anything to me before I entered the stall? What do I look like, a fucking mind-reader?!

Ordinarily, I would have said something so nasty, it would have either left her curled up into a fetal position and crying in the corner of the bathroom or in shock and in dire need of medical treatment but this gal was so not worth my time or one of my extreme comebacks so I just gave her the evil death glare while exiting. I didn't want to harp on something so stupid that I would let it contribute to ruining a day that had already had a brutal start.

After grumbling at my children a little more, we walked to the boardwalk that lead to the beach. Since my camera is pretty much attached to my hip these days, I started taking pictures as we were walking, which I will post over the next few days on my photo blog (shameless plug, of course).

As we were walking along, we saw two dolphin and my son got the brilliant idea that he was going to follow them in which he proceeded to run down the beach like his fucking pants were on fire before I could tell he and his sister to stay within earshot. So there they go, down the beach at warp speed and no joke, they were at least a mile ahead of me and I could not scream loud enough for them to hear me and lemme' tell you, I have a big fucking mouth. The people around me must have thought I was an escaped patient from The Hospital for the Really Really Fucked-Up the way I was screeching after them.

My daughter finally stopped because she's got dog hearing and heard the shrill, high-piercing noise coming from that big gaping hole otherwise known as my mouth. As she approached me, I spoke to her with clenched jaw and told her to get her brother. I think the flames shooting from my eyes told her I meant business. She took off, returned with him a few minutes later and I said to the both of them:

I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves today 'cause this is the last time you're gonna' see this beach for a loooooooooooong time.

It took us 40 minutes to get back to the jetty and then another 10 minute walk from the beach to the parking lot! Seriously. Most of our beach time was them running and me trying unsuccessfully to keep up. By the time we got to the car, our time on the meter was almost up. And the ride home was a quiet one. Thank GOD.

Is it a bad thing that every time some kind of crazy shit like this happens I keep hearing the theme music from The Friday the 13th movies...kill,kill,kill,them,them,them,all,all,all....??!

Don't worry. Those little voices I hear don't control my mind. Yet. *wink*

stupidfuckfaceasscrunchermotherfucker

Oh yeah, this is another rant regarding Mr. Mentally-deficient AKA the person who shall not be mentioned here.

Last week, there were quite a number of kids missing from the weekly swim meet. This required all the kids to swim in many more races than usual including my daughter. The meet really kicked her ass and she was spent for the rest of the week so when she asked me on Friday morning if she had to go to swim practice, I told her she had worked hard that week and she could miss it that once.

Fast forward to today when I specifically Emailed the dipshit who shall not be mentioned here and told him that because she missed practice on Friday, she had to go to it tonight.

Earlier today, around one or two o'clock, there was a thunderstorm that passed through here. I didn't get any Email messages that my daughter's evening swim team practice was canceled so I knew they were waiting 'til the last minute to see if the weather would allow them to swim.

Around 9:15pm, he brought her home and the first words out of his mouth were "I didn't make her go to practice because of the storms".

What fucking storms, you assmunch?! The storms had passed and regardless that we've been under a severe thunderstorm watch all afternoon, the sun was out and shining at the time of her practice and YOU SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TAKEN HER WHEN I TOLD YOU TO!!!! What part of she has to go to swim practice did you not comprehend?????

I've learned over the years that the only way to get things done around here is if I do it myself. When he picked my daughter up earlier today and asked me who was taking her to swim practice this evening, I should have said that I'd do it because somehow I knew he'd fuck things up again. No surprise there. I mean, how fucking incapable can one person be?

And the fact that PMS has already set in has not helped matters. I'm a raging bitch at the moment. More than usual. And that's pretty fucking bad!

I was going to send the shit-for-brains

a scathing Email message but then I figured why waste my precious energy? He's definitely not worth my expending that kind of energy so let me just end this post on one final note...

And people wonder why I get so many freakin' migraines.

is there something in the fucking drinking water??!

Did I miss the memo that announced this was "Be a Pain in the Ass to Whomever You Can Week"???

I thought my room mama drama would end once school did but no such luck.

Back in May when my daughter joined the swim team, I discovered that my former co-room mom, the sow from Colombia Hell, had her two sons signed up to participate. Well fuck me! I knew at some point this would only mean trouble and last night there was a bit of it.

Let's just say, she must have really concocted a tall tale or two about how awful I was because I had a few words with her husband last night plus I had a very close encounter, too close actually, with the sow herself!

Every Tuesday night the kids have a swim meet. Last night I was asked to work the "bull pen" which, for those of you who don't know, is where the kids gather and are organized for their specific heats. I was simply thrown into it and asked to shadow those parents who'd worked it before. Fine, whatever, I'm cool with that. Anything to help out.

However, every week both the bitch and her cocksucker husband have been working the bull pen despite not being signed up and they act like they're in charge.

I finally found my groove and when Mr. Cocksucker was off not paying attention to what he was supposed to be doing, I was rounding the kids up for their events and shuttling them to and from their respective lanes. At one point I was sitting there getting ready to organize another group when Mr. Cocksucker walked over and stepped in. I asked him if it was time to load another group and he rudely said "I know what I'm doing.".

I was not about to be talked to like that so I said...

"That's not what I asked you and yes, I appreciate the fact that you've done this before and that you know what you're doing. However, I was asked to help out so while you were watching the swimming when you were supposed to be over here, I was doing what was asked of me and if you don't like my helping out, then you can go complain to T. (the woman in charge of the swim team) but you will not speak to me like that just because you are more familiar with this than I. We're supposed to be here to help each other, not be rude."

He probably couldn't get over the shock of my speaking to him like that because he was civil to me for the rest of the evening.

That wasn't the first problem, though. Earlier in the evening I had my run-in with his wife, Mrs. Cocksuckersowrudebitch. I was asked to load a certain group of kids and as I approached the lanes with the kids following, the sow pushed her way through and was telling the kids where to go. I said with a genuine smile "I already have it covered." and continued on with the kids. She nastily said "This isn't your job!" of which I responded, "Last I looked, you weren't on the sign-up sheet so it's not yours either. I was instructed to do this and you'll kindly mind your own business."

Which she did for the rest of the evening.

What a bitch! No, I take that back. There really are no words that best describe her. WTF is wrong with some people?! It's okay not to like someone but Jeebus, learn how to be fucking civil for Pete sake! I tell that to my kids all the time but they must teach their kids to be as mean as possible to anyone whom they don't like. Please, allow me to sign them up for Parents of the Year!

And guess who was also giving me more grief yesterday afternoon? Yup, you guessed it! The person who shall not be mentioned here!

Apparently, it's not only my fault for being organized and responsible with setting the kids up with day camps back in the spring and also arranging and rearranging my upcoming vacation with them to visit my family in August in order for the kids to be able to attend the camps they wanted, but that I cleared the dates with the person and confirmed them with him several times so that they wouldn't interfere with any potential vacations on both sides. Because now that he's planning on picking my son up from camp and wants to take the kids away for the weekend, it's my fault for doing all of the above because he now cannot do what he wants with them and I should consider changing my vacation plans so that he can do what he wants. (Did y'all get that?!)

Stand back, folks! The steam emanating from the top of my head might give you third degree burns!

This was my response:

J., I have always been very flexible when it comes to your schedule and when you want to see the kids or take them on vacation. You decided to think up some plans for the weekend T.'s to come home from camp before inquiring about the kids' plans and whether or not there would be any conflicts so please don't blame me now that you have to rethink your arrangements. I am the one who has always scheduled their summer camps and I have never done so without first consulting with you on the dates. And just because you have to change your plans does not mean I am going to change my vacation plans to visit my family. I have never asked you to change and/or cancel your vacation plans and I expect the same consideration. This was done several months ago when I was making their arrangements for camp and I rescheduled my trip to Florida based on your telling me that you had no conflicts with it. You can't just suddenly expect me to change my schedule around to suit yours just because you're angry that you can't do what you want with them when you want especially, as I've already said, that I am always very flexible with you otherwise and that our dates for my vacation and their camps in July and August were already discussed and confirmed previously.

Ya' know what his fabulous "suggestion" of my canceling/moving my vacation was based on? The fact that my son would be missing football camp before football season started and that if he didn't participate in it, he wouldn't be permitted to be on the football team if that's what he chose to do.

*heavy sigh*

Lemme' tell you a little story...

My son played on the 6th grade football team last year. He wanted to try it, gave it a go and decided towards the end of the season that the sport wasn't for him. He switched his attention towards baseball as being the sport he wanted to be involved in and you've read about his experiences with baseball here and how much he enjoys it. Now a certain someone is under the impression that just because he played football in school, that my son should play it too no questions asked and that he will me missing out on it if he doesn't.

Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but not everyone loves football and not everyone wants to play it. And no, I'm sorry, but not everyone in the entire 6th grade is going to go out for the football team in the fall, as you seem to think they are. And no, people don't feel like they're missing out on something they don't enjoy doing!

What the hairy FUCK!

THEN he told me that should our son decide he wants to play football, if he misses the week that I'm to be on vacation with them, that he will not be allowed on the team. I told him he was wrong, that because he was already on the team the coaches knew who he was, how he performed on the field and would certainly let him on the team. Furthermore, I added that I knew of several kids who were on vacation last summer during the practice camp and they were still permitted to be on the team.

Do you think he'd take my word for it?! Of course not! He requested the coach's Email address and several minutes later he Emailed me back and admitted his mistake in thinking that our son would not be permitted on the team if he missed practice camp. Gee, I could have told him that! *rolls eyes*

They say things happen in 3's. I've now had two arguments with him and an issue with my former co-room mom and her icky husband. I think I should be good to go for awhile!

learning how to say 'no'

Sorry folks, I've got another rant here and I really fucking hate starting my day off in such a way.

When I got divorced, I still did favors for the person who shall not be mentioned here. We had a decent, respectable relationship between us back then and I didn't mind. However, over the years things have declined considerably. Those of you who've been reading my blog for awhile understand why that is. But just to give you a 'for instance', it's okay for him to ask me to watch the kids on weekends that he has them, but when I had a party to attend one weekend night this past spring, he once again had reasons why he couldn't help me out. I had to miss the party because I couldn't find anyone to watch the kids and as it turns out, I found out through someone else that the woman throwing the party was really insulted that I didn't attend and will no longer speak to me. Sure enough, the very next weekend he had the balls to call me up and ask me to watch them. What did I say? "NO!". I have a very open relationship with my kids, they tend to tell me everything and their dad ended up not going out and could have watched them for me.

Over the years, he's done that to mutual friends of ours as well, well they're just friends of mine now, calling them up just to get a favor out of them and then not calling them again for any other reason. He has pushed so many people away because of that, it's just putrid behavior in my honest opinion.

So the above example was the first time I said 'no' to him. I felt guilty and good at the same time. I'm the kind of person who will gladly do favors for people but there is only one person whom I expect to reciprocate and that would be him.

Let me refer back to this past May, where my son had a face-to-face with the root of a tree at school that required some stitches. As I would do in any situation that required my immediate attention where my kids are concerned, I dropped everything, raced to the school, picked him up and took him to the doctor who stitched him up.

So I get an Email message last night:

Would you please contact T's school and get a copy of the accident report when T had to go get stitches.

My insurance is requiring it and currently has rejected the claim until documentation is provided.

Cost for his procedure and follow up were 800.00

Thanks


Um...how does 'no' sound to you?!

I responded with giving him the name of the school nurse and both her work and home phone numbers. He responded again asking me to do it because I was the one who dealt with her in that instance. HUH?! Excuse me, but I'm the one who deals with her every time the kids get sick or have an injury, thank you! And by the way, what the fuck does my dealing with her have anything to do with him not being able to call her?!

My last and final response:

No, I'm afraid I can't.

Back in the spring, when you asked VM what her opinion was on choir or an instrument for T, I asked you to ask her what the 6th grade band leader's name was and instead of helping me find out, you instructed me to call V myself. This is the same kind of situation and this is just an example of what causes problems between us. You want me to do favors for you, but you aren't willing to reciprocate.

You are T's parent too and K is a very nice woman who will recognize your name and remember the situation. The phone call will take you but a minute or two out of your schedule.


I'm tired of being treated like a personal assistant. And the sad part about it all, is if he treated me in a more respectable manner, I would have had no problem making the call for him.

And if the person who shall not be mentioned here is reading this, for the past seven years, I'M the one who has received and paid the bills for both kids for bookstore charges, school outings and all other extras that aren't included in their tuition that have totaled way over $800 and not once have I asked you for your financial assistance so you really need to kiss my ass. And by the way, it's your fucking insurance, deal with it yourself.

Rant over. Enjoy your day!

a visit from the Pope

Pope Landscaping, that is.

Yup, that's right folks. This morning I took the plunge and hired a new landscaping company.

I was out walking Schwartz this morning when I realized that was on my agenda for today. Reluctance set in at first thought. For a brief moment of insanity, I thought about giving my landscaper yet another chance to redeem himself but then all the issues I've had with him over the past year flashed before my eyes and I realized it was time to cut the cord.

Immediately upon returning from the walk, I got out the trusty phone book and began my search. This was something I was determined to get settled right away so when the first company said she'd have to have someone call me back, their chance had come and gone. I was not going to wait - I needed someone new and I needed to send my landscaper the message. The second company I located was near my area, knew their shit and was hired within minutes. They start next week.

Minutes later, the message I had drafted to my landscaper terminating his services was revised a bit and sent off. It's just after business hours as I write this but given that my landscaper has always responded when faced with conflict, I'm certain I will be receiving his response soon enough. Something tells me he won't be nice and of course I will share with y'all all the gory details!

And like clockwork, I have just received two Email responses from him! I have just reviewed them and let me say "I think I need to call someone a fucking wahhhhhmbulance!"!!!!

I won't bore you with the long-winded nature of his message but in a nutshell, he said that one of his employees suddenly died recently, during the time that he was supposed to perform his pruning service on my trees, after nearly nine years of service he called me by the wrong name and then blamed me for everything wrong. Obviously, there's more detail than that but I thought you'd appreciate more the response I'm about to send off to him:

Chuck:

I am very sorry to hear of your employee's death.

However, as a long-time, loyal customer of yours, I did deserve some the respect of being notified and between then and now, there's been time to perform the service you said you'd do. I see now that expecting you'd hold some regard for me is not something you're capable of and regardless of what you think of my character, I would have understood the reasons behind the delay.

There was one time I can recall many years ago, where J. and I asked you to prune the shrubs surrounding our house and your men only did half the job and never returned to finish. You and I exchanged some words then and you were offended of which I immediately apologized. Other than that time, I have always been understanding in the delay of certain requests I've had because I know what a busy man you are.

I understand the nature of a death in the family but at the same time, you have a company and clients and if you're going to request that people contact you by Email, then it is your job to uphold your end by responding. Responding to an Email takes just moments out of one's schedule and shouldn't take weeks to receive a response even though in my situation, you have never actually responded to my Email messages I'm referring to. I may not have my own business, but I do know a thing or two about customer service and about treating people properly and you, I'm afraid, are severely lacking in people skills. Your response below to me proves it. Your unprofessionalism regarding this is simply astounding, to say the least.

And I will correct you regarding something and please feel free to go back over your accounting records to remind yourself. If you don't care to, just let me know and I will be happy to look into my records from 2007 and produce a statement from you in which you sent me a bill totaling $350 which included pinestraw. So don't you dare say that you've never charged me for such a thing when you know you have. I inquired about the big bill back then and you once again snapped at me in what would appear now to be your usual way, saying you never charge me for any of the extras, etc.. If that's the case, then why did you charge me that time? As I recall, you had never done it prior to that. All I was trying to do was understand, you never did fully explain the situation and as you did in your response to me below, you rudely said "you're welcome". Honestly, why should I have thanked you that particularly time? It certainly couldn't be for your superb people skills, that's for sure.

As for the real side of me, a few things... First, as a customer of yours for nearly nine (9) years, I would expect you know my name by now. It is ______. As for my character, it is very big of a person to recognize their own mistakes and to try to make amends for them. You, on the other hand, seem very quick to blame ME for your mistakes, don't you? Suddenly, after all these years of tolerating your increased rates and your decrease in service, I'm such a bad person in your eyes because I've addressed some issues with you regarding your services. That speaks volumes about YOUR character, Chuck.

And YOU'RE WELCOME for all the support I've given you over the years, all the time and money I so obviously misspent and all the referrals I gave you. Most likely, you wouldn't have a customer-base in this community if it weren't for me so again, YOU'RE WELCOME. If everyone but me is so pleased with your service then I'm assuming you just prefer treating ME like shit and continuing to think that that's acceptable professional behavior on your part. Instead of approaching me in what seems to be your usual nasty way, you should be appreciative of someone like me who's stuck by you despite being disappointed time and time again and who time and time again gave you the benefit of the doubt because I thought AT THE TIME, that you were a decent person. It's such ashame that I can no longer think that of you. The only thing I will thank you for is for showing me YOUR true colors.

As for the trees that you say were pruned, you're saying I should have thanked you for that when all your men did was a lopsided job AND trampled flowers that once again my daughter was trying to grow? I'm just curious...are you ever going to apologize for the mistakes your men have made or will you always think everyone else is at fault?

Again, YOU'RE WELCOME.

(I signed my name in all caps so that he would know the correct spelling)

P.S. I know quite a number of people in this community and more than likely many of your customers. Should I hear of you speaking ill of me behind my back, I will be filing an official complaint against you and your company with the Better Business Bureau.


*ZING* And away the message goes...

One less dicksnort to have to send a card to for Christmas. *insert evil laughter here*

the landscaper chronicles

Let me just start by saying I got shit done today. My kids are away on vacation with their dad and while I don't have much left to do, I am in the process of packing up my son's belongings as he's heading off next week to overnight camp for a month. I should be having feelings of nervousness, apprehension and excitement for him right now and while I'm sure those emotions will hit me soon enough, I've had some minor hiccups to deal with.

'Cause you know me...what would this blog be without the daily bitching??! *wink*

Let me first start by saying that I haven't forgotten any of you and that I have, when Blogger has allowed me to do so, visited your blogs. If I haven't commented on them it's because either Blogger has been a tempermental bitch and won't let me connect to your comments section or because many, including myself, haven't updated their blogs lately. There's always a reason whether it's the school year or now the summer vacation in which I have had to entertain my kids to non-stop or I won't hear the end of it!

I've also had a multitude of other computer issues lately that I am slowly but surely correcting as I write this. For one, my McAfee was sucking big hairy blue balls and I spent half of today trying to correct it before realizing I had to uninstall the whole damn thing. Now I'm in the process of reinstalling the entire security package and with my having dial-up, I have to wait approximately another 7 hours, 30 minutes and 50 seconds before the fucking thing is up and working again! Oh wait...now it reads 11 hours. Now it reads 8 hours. Okay, as long as it's working by the first day of my kids' school in August, I'll be good to go!

And my sprinkler system must be spraying gasoline instead of water because despite my watering on a regular schedule, there are parts of my lawn that look like they're turning to dust. The heat and humidity here are really enough to take your breath away when you step outside and it seems that the air must be drinking up the water faster than it can turn it that pretty shade of green!

Speaking of landscaping, I've also had my landscaper on my mind lately and not in a got-my-juices-flowin' kinda' way either. Well, he has got my juices flowing alright but not in a hot, heavy-petting kinda' way. Those of you who've heard the horror stories before, know that I have a love-hate relationship with my landscaper. When he's here doing what he's supposed to do, I praise him like he's a religious figure to everyone within earshot. When he's not, I wish I could shoot flames from my eyes and burn a hole deep into his head. The latter is one of those times right now.

I mean, is it too much to just prune my fucking trees as he acknowledged he would in early spring and 3 weeks ago when he said he'd be back the following day to do the job?! As y'all know, my family was in town last week and I wanted my property to look in top-notch. My parents are always so critical about how my house looks inside and out, I just didn't need to get grief for it, ya' know? And they didn't but I see how messy and ungroomed my trees are and it bothers me to know that I'm paying for something that isn't getting done.

About a month ago, he sent a letter out with the monthly statement that read because of his busy schedule, he is unable to take everyone's calls so everyone should Email him directly and he will promptly respond to them. So then why is it when I wrote him 2 weeks ago about a growing fire ant problem on my property and requested any advice he could offer me, that I still have yet to hear back from him??

Then there was the situation exactly a year ago where my daughter was growing a sunflower plant and during a service call one day, one of his men took it?! I mean WTF? If you want a fucking snack, go buy a bag of sunflowers at the local convenience store!! My landscaper supposedly asked his men if they took it, clearly one of them did, but did he do anything to rectify the situation? Was it too much to expect that maybe he would be considerate enough to buy my daughter a pack of sunflower seeds?

I realize that this may seem silly and trivial to many of you and that I should probably just shut up, not saying anything to him and take what I can get but when I'm paying $150/month which he keeps raising the rates due to rising gas prices and having to request/remind him to perform services that are supposed to come standard with the monthly fee and I have been a loyal client for nearly 9 years, am I really the only one who thinks I should be expecting and receiving some decent and reliable customer service?

So first thing tomorrow morning I'll be hiring another landscaper. I have written my landscaper a very honest yet harsh Email (amazingly, the words flowed very easily when writing it) but I am not going to send it off until I hire someone new. I don't know why I always think the worst but I wouldn't put it past my present landscaper to call around and badmouth me to other companies to make it more difficult for me to find a landscaper so it's in my best interest to find someone new before firing his sorry ass.

Despite my being somewhat sad at having to end a business relationship with someone who could really be great if he got his shit together, this is long overdue and I know I will be relieved once it's done.

In the meantime, y'all try to stay cool in this wretched heat and I'll keep you posted on all the latest happenings!

road rage room mom

On the way to dropping my kids off at school yesterday morning, I encountered my co-room mom on the road and it wasn't pretty. Let's just say if I were a police officer, I would have pulled her over and ticketed her for what she did.

I was coming off this jug-handle turn and getting ready to merge onto this stretch of road. There was enough room between her car and the car in front of her for me to merge but she sped up and tried to cut me off, nearly clipping the back of MY NEW FUCKING MINIVAN. I know what her car looks like and I thought it was her so when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw her, I wasn't the least bit surprised.

She swerved around me to get into the left hand lane, sped up and merged back into the same lane I was in a few cars ahead of me. Just like the control freak that she is, she had to take charge of the situation by being ahead of me. She always has to be in control. I truly despise people like her.

She spent the remainder of the drive speeding through 35 and 25 mile residential speed zones so that I couldn't pass her. Not that I would even waste my time on her trying. I might hate some drivers on the road but I don't try to get back at people and if I did, I certainly wouldn't do it with my kids in the car. When she didn't slow down in the 25 mph residential speed zone near the school, that just really pissed me the fuck off. How fucking irresponsible could a parent be to not only put her kids' safety in jeopardy but everyone else's safety as well just because she's trying to spite someone?

This chick needs to go back to Colombia, be a drug mule and die when the drugs explode in her stomach causing her to overdose.

Not saying all Colombians should do that, just her.

more drama than a fucking soap opera

For those of you who are new to reading my blog, I am a room mom for my daughter's class at school. I am in charge of certain activities and I assign tasks and times to parents who sign up for said activities.

Every so often, the parents of a specific grade will show their appreciation to the hard-working teachers by preparing food items for breakfast and lunch. We call it "Wonderful Wednesday", and the preparation behind it consists of a lot more than just parents making food - it's the set-up, the presentation and the clean-up as well. To sum it up, it doesn't matter what one does to support such a day, everyone who helps out in some capacity is appreciated for their effort.

With just three weeks remaining in the school year, this Wednesday is the last Wonderful Wednesday and it wasn't until last week that I found out that there were three other grades besides ours that were participating in this end-of-the-year activity. When it came to our class, there was little left to be done so we were given the jobs of decorating, receiving the food and cleaning up at the end of the day. Fine. No big deal. Who the fuck cares?! Oh that's right...one of the parents in my class cares, that's who!

This morning I contacted the parents who had signed up for this activity and I did what I always do - explained what we were doing and told them when they needed to be there. I asked them if they couldn't be there to please contact me so when I received an Email this evening from one of the parents, I certainly wasn't expecting a long-winded complaint. (my comments are in blue)

"I always prepare food for what ever grades my kids are in and I sign up for every one of them." she said to me. Cool. Since you're such a role model to all parents everywhere, please allow me to throw you a ticker-tape parade because you must be the ultimate parent and the rest of us peasants should be honored to lick your boot straps because you're. just. that. special.

"I didn't know that I would be assigned to come to the school. I cannot be there at the time you slated for me.....Usually this is the job of the people in charge of Wonderful Wednesday, not a random parent." Is that so?????? Well then I guess as someone who's in charge of the event, I can honestly say that you're wrong, YOU BITCH!!!!

Here was my first response to this woman's Email correspondence:

E., I understand what you're saying but it is not always the case that someone is asked to bring food. Some people are asked to bring drinks, ice or even paper goods, just as some examples.

I'm sorry you're not pleased with the arrangements that were given to us. I was not in charge of this, I had no say in it and up until last week, I was completely unaware that the 2nd grade had to share this particular WW with three other grades.

As for what you signed up for, you signed a basic list. There was nothing on it as to specifics of what you would bring/make for either this WW or the one we participated in during the holidays. It just so happened, that the WW during the holidays was solely a second grade event and that's why you prepared a food item.

When we do this sort of thing, we have to take the good with the bad. We don't always get what we want. It's not about what we make but simply contributing and showing our appreciation to the teachers who deserve it.

Thanks for your response. I will not expect you to be there.

Her response:

I do appreciate you getting aback to me. I have to tell you I am l a little offended by your email. You're offended by my Email???? There must be a joke in there somewhere! I am well aware of being a team player. Apparently not since team players don't usually complain for having to do something they don't want to do. I do feel like I participate and help out as much as possible (probably more then most!) I have been preparing food for Wonderful Wednesday for both of my children for 5 years now. I am well aware that there may be other jobs that need to be done, but I was under the assumption that the people in charge of the event planned the putting out of food and disposal of food. Then perhaps you shouldn't make the mistake of incorrectly assuming things, whaddya' think??!

I think that to assign us times to be at the school to put out some trays or to clean up when you are going to be there anyway is a little over kill. Really? Well then I'd say it's pretty obvious that you've never been a room mom since part of a room mom's job is to be there to help support the parents during an activity, regardless of what the activity may be, you FUCKNUT. That is just my opinion. You're right, it is just your opinion, because as far as I can see, you're also the only one complaining so that means your opinion must mean jack. Like I said before, if they are in need of any refreshments, drinks, ice or paper products, I am more then happy to supply them. No, with one days notice, I cannot cancel my appointment and will miss the allotted time. Technically, it's two days notice but that's fine, I wouldn't want an adult acting like a spoiled brat who doesn't know how many days are in a week to be forced to do anything she doesn't want to do.

My last and final response:

As you found my Email offensive, I found yours equally as offensive and abrasive especially since all I'm doing is my job. If you feel things can be done in a better way then please, by all means, make suggestions, even volunteer to be a room mom, but please don't criticize me because you're not pleased with an end result that I have no control over.

I'm truly sorry you're disappointed and I'm glad you're voicing your opinion but as I already explained, this was out of my hands. I've been participating in Wonderful Wednesdays longer than you and as far as I've ever seen, it has always been a parents' responsibility to set up and take down, not those of us who are in charge of the event as you assumed. I'm going to be there on Wednesday simply because it's always been my preference to attend an event/activity to help out in any capacity that I can. With regards to WW, some room moms help out with set up and clean up and some dole out such responsibilities to the parents who've signed up and the room moms don't offer their assistance at all. Just because we're the room moms doesn't mean we have to be present for every activity. That's why the parents are there, to help us make sure the activity is a success.

There was no mention in your last message to me that you had an appointment and I certainly don't want or expect anyone to give up their scheduled appointments. I'm not sure I see the problem in assigning times. As a room mom, I have to take care of informing those who signed up what their responsibilities are and what times they are needed. I especially took you into consideration when asking you to be there in the morning because I remembered what times you're usually able to participate due to your youngest's school schedule. Receiving the food is just as important a part in such an event as making a food item. I'm not sure why you seem to be so offended by being asked to participate in a role that you're not accustomed to. The teachers appreciate everyone's participation, not just those who prepare the food.

Again, I've stated what I can. No hard feelings but if you're not satisfied with my response then I can only suggest you contact A. J..

Thank you.

I ask you people, who the FUCK needs this shit??? If I were getting paid to deal with peoples' issues that would be one thing, but I'm not and my job requirement certainly does not entail my having to deal with someone complaining about having to do one job when she'd prefer to do another. Up until last week, I had no idea that so many grades were participating in this particular activity. If I had been asked what our class would like to contribute, I would have said "PLEASE...let our class make some lunch dishes for if thou wilt not, I will be forced to deal with women getting ready to go on the rag because they cannot get their way."

Folks, in a little over a month I will be turning 40. I don't know how old this woman is but apparently it's not beneath her to stomp her feet and whine like a fucking two-year old.

And while I'm on the subject of being a room mom, I might as well make this post a little longer by telling you that my wonderful room mom who at the beginning of the school year told me that she refused to work with me because she's a control-freak asswipe, showed up at the pool in my subdivision tonight with her sons as they are going to be on the swim team along with my daughter. So it would seem that I'm gonna' be seeing a lot more of her than any one person should be forced to.

Someone, please, shoot me now.