Showing posts with label exes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exes. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2014

Come on get Happy ...exes, teens, and everything in-between

"Do you think this is the life I wanted when I chose to move here?"
Uhhh, let me take an educated guess...no.
"Damn right"
Well, honestly, this is not exactly the fucking Partridge Family to me either.

Don't say anything you cant take back....don't say it. Bite your tongue.

For once my tongue has been bitten.  I will let everyone decide their fates.
You can't always be right, you can't always be happy, and you sure as shit can't always control what everyone else is doing.   The saddest most embarrassing part is dealing with a teenager who is constantly giving you the middle finger.  Bless his little heart.  Is this what I had thought would happen with my first born?   hell no.   I still dream of first dates and kids filling the basement, proms, and family vacations of fun.   Not exactly what is going on here right now.

I bite my tongue when my parent friends exclaim the intelligence of their children and the beauty and joy they bring.  The scholarships and college interviews.   The pictures of their teens sitting behind the wheel of their first car, so happy and ready to move forward with adulthood....everyone on the same page...stressful but joyful.

bwahahahhaha

The Ex rails me me with his passive aggressive parenting and blame game.  "It's your fault....it was YOUR decision...not mine."  "This is your fault."  

That is fine with me.  I'll take the blame, but if that is the case , get the hell out of the way and let me deal with it.  Not your way of dealing: " here, did your mom tell you there will be no more Internet?  Oh she said until your grades are a B avg. ?What a Bitch,  let me get you this phone, I'll pay for it  and here's a new iPad, just in case the computer won't work. "   
Hey jack ass, our kid needs a job, a car and some help getting his grades up....how about forking over some dough for a tutor?
How about for once, instead of saying " that is what I pay you for"...you do something.  How about you be a father instead of a playmate?  How about as they say...STEP UP TO THE PLATE.

The teen had a job...he got fired.  pretty awesome ,huh?  17 and all ready cant keep a job, all because he didn't feel like going and his dad said if he wasn't working every weekend he would take him snowboarding , but he seems to work all the time....here's a good thought .  Just don't go to work, go snowboarding and hope they don't really care.   Yeah, how did that work out?  

It's embarrassing.  
Almost horrifying to watch .

I'm losing my relationships due to not being able to handle all this.  I've all ready lost the man who used to make me laugh.  Nobody wants to be second or third.  I know I sure as heck don't , yet some how I have become last.

Isolated in a messed up home I designed all by myself.
This design is not working for me....
I'm investing in a wrecking ball...
so prepare yourself

m


Thursday, September 11, 2008

My gifted child is a num nutt


I wanted to relay a set of occurances which happened starting with my 11 year old last night and progressed all the way to the teacher.  I don't know, I thought it SO summed up my daily life...i laughed all day about it....and everyone who knows Ilin Blue just laughed also....so, sit back and read.  I've added a bit of commentary.

conversation last night as I search the middle school website for homework assignments to check if everything is being done:
:looking at website:
"Ilin, are you in Honors math?"  
Ilin(squinting at computer screen): "Uhhhhh, i don't know, I do graphs and stuff...that doesn't look or sound familiar, I don't know...I just do what they tell me....mmmm...nahhh, I'm not in Honors, no, Mom, nobody has said anything about gifted or honors anything."
mom:  "Really, didn't you test for it?   You were in it last year.  What are you doing in class, ask the teacher!"
Ilin: " Yeah ok, I'll ask, but I don't think we have HONORS."
mom: "Well, look ding-a ling, it says 'Honors Math' right here."
Ilin: "I DON'T KNOW!!!!  I just go where they tell me,,,,, it doesn't seem like Honors Math, don't you have to be smart?"
mom:  "Never mind"

email the next morning to Ex:
"Dear Ex (changed name to protect the innocent and stupid),
do you have time to get onto the westview website and email Mr. Mowry and find out why Ilin is not in the honors math?

Ilin is on the blue team.
and I want to try to get him in the harder classes. I think if he has higher classes he'll work harder.
i have school all day today and have zip time"

email Mr EX sent to school
"

Mr.. Mowry,

Hello I am Mr. EX, Ilin's dad. We want Ilin to get a firm grasp on math as early as possible and would like to know what steps we can take to try to push him into honors math.
Unfortunately math wasn't a strong point with me and we thought, if he is capable,into the honors class which would make him focus more.

I am sure he was assessed and we are just curious what he is lacking that kept him out of the honors class. I understand that some people just don't have a strong mathematical mind (like me :-)) but we want the best for Ilin if at all possible.

Thanks for the help!

Regards
Mr. EX

email I got from Mr. EX later ( heehee)
subject: Well I feel like an idiot
We'll I feel like an idiot now..........

From: Mowry R
To: Mr EX
Subject: RE:

He is in honors math, and has been since the beginning of school.

Mr. Mowry
6th Grade Blue Math
WVMS


Bwahahahahahahaha
Now that is what you call parents in the proactive form and very out of touch.

Here's my email I sent back to Mr. Ex


You know who should feel like an idiot...your gifted son who told me he has no idea what type of math he is in and is pretty sure he's NOT in the gifted or honors stuff. I said to him last night. Are you sure? he said, no one has told me anything about honors math...

ding dong
he's got your genes :)

this is totally going to keep me laughing ALLLLLLLLL DAY hahahahahahaha

Myssi Graves

this just sums it all up...
boys....MEN!!!!  NUMM NUTTS (my new fav. word)

I gotta go drink myself into happiness, although that pretty much made my day.