Showing posts with label die m effer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label die m effer. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

I brought you in....I'll...

I feel bad...
I had it out with my 13 Y.O. I just couldn't take his nonchalant attitude towards school anymore. I asked him yesterday where his notebooks for school were. He actually looked me in the eye and said,
"I only have one."
Seriously...let me do the math....7 classes, full year of work and you have ONE EFFIN notebook? not even a 3 ring binder? REALLY?????? Why the hell do I go school shopping if we can just use one NOTEBOOK for the next 6 years!!!!????
and by the way, you little shit...I'd like to point out to you, that I have NEVER...ONCE....seen a graded paper from you. NOT ONE!!!!!!!! Where are they?
"Ummmmmm, I recycle them."
(nice terminology)
You mean you throw them into the garbage?...
I will kill you...do you get it? I have that ability, I am your mother, and as you know I brought you in; I can take you out, and no one will even question it...if you don't start bringing shit home, doing your homework, and using more than ONE EFFIN FOLDER for 7 classes...I will kill you....I will.
I seriously will.

I quit drinking yesterday...
I could have used a cocktail before and after that conversation.
Oh well...I treated myself to a Bubbly Water with a lime wedge.


I will kill him...seriously

Friday, October 2, 2009

Twat Class 201


Is it real or some sort of myth?
Nurses eat there young...
could it possibly be a defense mechanism?

It's a question I ask myself many times a week as I sit through classes.
"How does one person get to be such a bitch?"
" Why are 98% of female nurses so twatty?"
" Is there NO camaraderie in this group of people?"

Seriously, are all nurses so threatened by other nurses they can't even be nice any more? I have decided there is some sort of secret class they give us new nurses right before graduation.
Twattieness 201
This will prepare us for talking behind each others back, rolling our eyes when patients need something, making students cry, making family members of ill people feel uncomfortable...
and eating our young.
I'm not sure at this point I would pass this class, but one more set of clinicals like my last set and I may just flop over to the other side...
Bitches

it's ridiculous