This post is something a little off beat for me but it has been on my mind for a few weeks now and I feel it necessary to voice my opinion.
Please remember that this is my opinion and should not in any way make you like or not like someone.
A few years back there was a young girl that had been bullied to the point in which she killed herself because she could not take it any longer. This happened not that far away from our little home town in Central Mass.
Within a few months the state of Massachusetts filed bills and then an anti bullying law.
I can’t say that this has helped at all but it definitely has made more people aware of the repercussions of what their actions may have on others.
I need to emphasize more and not all.
Bullying SUCKS! You see it everywhere and you hear about it all the time.
The other night at dinner my 10 year old announced that he thought I was being bullied in the work place. This made me chuckle a little but then realize that he was probably right. The problem is that whether you believe in your HR department or not, there really is nothing that you can do about it. Bullying is everywhere and your company calls it hostile work environment but as soon as you become a whistleblower you can pretty much pack your desk because you are not long for that job.
There are a few instances that have led to this post. The first needs to go back 14 months.
In my job, my sole responsibility was to create a new form of account management for “groups” of people. We had two options before, one was for the individual and the other was for an institution.
Groups of 10-25 people that worked under the same umbrella but did not have the same shared services did not get discounted pricing as that of the institution. This was recognized and I was hired to develop said program. I started in the marketing department. When I started in 2009, it was a slow go at first but listening to customers and hearing what they wanted and needed set me on the right track to developing a strategy.
At the end of 2010, I was responsible for $2+ million in both new and renewal sales. I was without a VP at the time and so the VP of sales fought to have me transferred into his department. This transfer took place without any consulting with me, it was decided that the position would be moved and hence me with it.
I continued to grow my numbers so that by the end of the first quarter 2011 I was on target for $3 mil in sales and drowning in work. I came in in the morning and sometimes didn’t leave until 7 or 8 at night. Many weekends I worked at home to try and catch up a little, at least keep my head above the water. This was looked at by superiors as a strong work ethic. It was looked at by my 12 year old minded coworkers as being a suck up.
Parties were taking place and I was not invited. Lunch dates took place and I was not being included. I really didn’t mind because I had nothing in common with these boys that were all about sports.
I requested that my cubicle be moved because sitting right across from the kitchen next to the door to leave was very distracting to me. Many times I placed on my earphones so that I could get through the work I had with limited distractions. Oh, this made me the unsociable bitch. I was okay with that.
When I moved I was all by myself over in the corner of the office with no distractions. Then a few things happened.
We laid off two coworkers that were underperforming on the team to make way for 4 new hires that were going to be coming on in different roles. Two of these hires were supposed to be for me. Imagine how that went over, the unsociable bitch got two people laid off to have two people hired for her team.
Then the announcement was made that new hires were going to need new places to sit. The office was moved around and I received a neighbor.
I have since learned that this neighbor is a bully. I have seen her alienate a gentleman (we will call him H-Man) in this department that she did not like. I am not exaggerating when I say only 2 people in this department of 25 or so talk to this man. I am one and the other is another gentleman that was hired at the same time that H-Man was. I need to point out that H-Man and this other were hired the week before I was transferred into this department. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
I have heard this bully say some pretty nasty things about others and have had many occasions where I have heard her comment about how boring it is over by me. I have also seen her roll her eyes on many occasions when I speak.
Just before moving into this department I had heard that someone had been fired from here. I heard her side of the story and then others and you will never guess who the ring leader was in getting this other person fired. Darn it, you guessed, it was the bully.
I continue to be the unsociable bitch because I continue to have way too much work than should be for one person but I am working on this. I have witnessed this two faced little bitch on way to many occasions say things derogatory about the company and management and then bat her eyelashes and fake whitened smile when they ask her questions.
I wrote this post for two reasons. 1 to get it off my chest and 2 to point out that bullies are everywhere. Mean girls are everywhere.
I want to teach my children that bullying is wrong and you need to be sensitive about people’s feelings but I also want to make sure that they know bullying doesn’t stop in school, it continues throughout your life. You need to be the stronger person and it will allow you the opportunity to shine in the eyes of those that matter.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
You don't know it but this is for you.
Sometimes you just need to give someone the finger.
I, my cubicle neighbor, give you the finger.
Sometimes you need to put that finger out there in the universe just to make yourself feel a little bit lighter.
There, I feel better now. Back to your regularly scheduled reading of blogs that won’t kill you.
I, my cubicle neighbor, give you the finger.
Sometimes you need to put that finger out there in the universe just to make yourself feel a little bit lighter.
There, I feel better now. Back to your regularly scheduled reading of blogs that won’t kill you.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
SIL, the drama unfolds just a little more.
Boy o boy, are you sitting down with a cup of tea?
Today I am going to attempt to give you a rdc version of my SIL. This SIL is my husband’s only sibling. I know that once you have been around the bubble for a while and start reading about SILs it can be confusing. Considering that I have had 10 total I will try and label. If it has a number before it, it is one of the brother’s wives. But today I discuss, Hubby’s sister.
As I mentioned, she is my husband’s only sister and growing up they were very close. It has been told to me that they looked like the Campbell soup kids.
MIL and FIL sometimes worked opposite shifts with the kids home on their own a few hours by themselves. They learned how to cook, clean and do the laundry. This is something that my hubby has instilled in to our children as well. But I regress, they were very close.
SIL started dating hubby’s friend and after a few years they got married.
Now this is where I may sound very mean and hurtful but I am sorry, there is NO love for this woman in any way shape or form.
The skuz that she married was the cheapest bastard that you may ever meet and she learned very well from him. About 4 months before they got married the discussion came up about where they would live and my hubby’s grandmother kiddingly said they could live in her basement if they could not find anywhere else. 2 days later skuz and his skuzzy father came by to start building an apartment.
The skuz and SIL leached off of gram for YEARS. They were charging her for mowing her lawn and doing simple fixer upper things around the house. They paid no rent and paid only half of her heat and electricity. They paid nothing on her water or any additional things. Leeches!!!
Ugh,
Gram had major knee surgery and decided that she could not keep up her house any longer and decided to sell. Skuz and SIL freaked out because she would not sell them her house for 2/3 of the cost. His idea was that this was SIL’s inheritance and since she had 3 grandchildren she should sell to SIL for 2/3. Effen Arse!
They bought a house that they paid cash for all but $20,000. I am not joking when I say cash. Skuz did not believe in banks so he pulled $70,000 CASH out of the walls of the grandmother’s basement walls. SIL supposedly knew he had money just not that much.
Skuz was an arse. I won’t get into much about the details of the next three months but needless to say when SIL came home from getting her drunk on one night, Skuz was sitting in the dark with a shotgun pointed at the door so that when she came in she knew it was time to go.
SIL had been having some sort of affair with this guy that she knew when she was younger and hooked up with him and moved into an apartment. The apartment was a pit and they decided to move. Told the landlord but never looked into getting anything else. The landlord kicked their arses to the curb on the last day of whatever month and they gathered up their stuff and moved into my in laws summer camp. No running water, no shower, no tub, no toilet, no heat, a literal shack in the middle of the woods. They moved in their 4 cats, which were not fixed, and lived there for a few months until it got too cold. Then they lived in a motel room for a few weeks and left the cats there. I won’t get into much with this because they destroyed my in laws camp and that is just too horrible for me to get into.
SILs divorce went through and they bought a 5th wheel trailer and moved into a campground. Not a trailer park a campground that is only open a certain many months a year. They cut a hole in the side of this trailer and put in a wood stove when the temp started dropping.
Fast forward a few years…
SIL got sick and was hemorrhaging. She was brought into the hospital almost dead. It took three days for the bleeding to stop and for her to be brought back to consciousness. Dipshit boyfriend never told the parents.
When SIL was confronted by in laws as to why they were not notified she stopped talking to them for months.
SIL needed a car for a new job and the in laws cosigned. SILs boyfriend sold someone a stolen gun, he got arrested, they argued, she took off, she cracked up the car, she would not go home and started shacking up with this other “coworker” and refused to pay any car payments because the car was no good anyway.
Bank came to in laws to pay off the car.
SIL went back to other boyfriend and bought a new trailer in a new campground and got married. He violated his parole and she left him and now is on boyfriend number to high for me to count.
All in all we have spoken (me and the hubby) three times to SIL in the last 14 years. Once was when the FIL almost died with his infection back in 2004, once when gram died 5 years ago and MIL asked me to request an absent note from the undertaker otherwise SIL would lose her job, and once a few months back. Seriously don’t know what is wrong with that girl but I am too old to worry.
Have a nice night. Tomorrow I will let you know why all the in law talk is taking place.
Today I am going to attempt to give you a rdc version of my SIL. This SIL is my husband’s only sibling. I know that once you have been around the bubble for a while and start reading about SILs it can be confusing. Considering that I have had 10 total I will try and label. If it has a number before it, it is one of the brother’s wives. But today I discuss, Hubby’s sister.
As I mentioned, she is my husband’s only sister and growing up they were very close. It has been told to me that they looked like the Campbell soup kids.
MIL and FIL sometimes worked opposite shifts with the kids home on their own a few hours by themselves. They learned how to cook, clean and do the laundry. This is something that my hubby has instilled in to our children as well. But I regress, they were very close.
SIL started dating hubby’s friend and after a few years they got married.
Now this is where I may sound very mean and hurtful but I am sorry, there is NO love for this woman in any way shape or form.
The skuz that she married was the cheapest bastard that you may ever meet and she learned very well from him. About 4 months before they got married the discussion came up about where they would live and my hubby’s grandmother kiddingly said they could live in her basement if they could not find anywhere else. 2 days later skuz and his skuzzy father came by to start building an apartment.
The skuz and SIL leached off of gram for YEARS. They were charging her for mowing her lawn and doing simple fixer upper things around the house. They paid no rent and paid only half of her heat and electricity. They paid nothing on her water or any additional things. Leeches!!!
Ugh,
Gram had major knee surgery and decided that she could not keep up her house any longer and decided to sell. Skuz and SIL freaked out because she would not sell them her house for 2/3 of the cost. His idea was that this was SIL’s inheritance and since she had 3 grandchildren she should sell to SIL for 2/3. Effen Arse!
They bought a house that they paid cash for all but $20,000. I am not joking when I say cash. Skuz did not believe in banks so he pulled $70,000 CASH out of the walls of the grandmother’s basement walls. SIL supposedly knew he had money just not that much.
Skuz was an arse. I won’t get into much about the details of the next three months but needless to say when SIL came home from getting her drunk on one night, Skuz was sitting in the dark with a shotgun pointed at the door so that when she came in she knew it was time to go.
SIL had been having some sort of affair with this guy that she knew when she was younger and hooked up with him and moved into an apartment. The apartment was a pit and they decided to move. Told the landlord but never looked into getting anything else. The landlord kicked their arses to the curb on the last day of whatever month and they gathered up their stuff and moved into my in laws summer camp. No running water, no shower, no tub, no toilet, no heat, a literal shack in the middle of the woods. They moved in their 4 cats, which were not fixed, and lived there for a few months until it got too cold. Then they lived in a motel room for a few weeks and left the cats there. I won’t get into much with this because they destroyed my in laws camp and that is just too horrible for me to get into.
SILs divorce went through and they bought a 5th wheel trailer and moved into a campground. Not a trailer park a campground that is only open a certain many months a year. They cut a hole in the side of this trailer and put in a wood stove when the temp started dropping.
Fast forward a few years…
SIL got sick and was hemorrhaging. She was brought into the hospital almost dead. It took three days for the bleeding to stop and for her to be brought back to consciousness. Dipshit boyfriend never told the parents.
When SIL was confronted by in laws as to why they were not notified she stopped talking to them for months.
SIL needed a car for a new job and the in laws cosigned. SILs boyfriend sold someone a stolen gun, he got arrested, they argued, she took off, she cracked up the car, she would not go home and started shacking up with this other “coworker” and refused to pay any car payments because the car was no good anyway.
Bank came to in laws to pay off the car.
SIL went back to other boyfriend and bought a new trailer in a new campground and got married. He violated his parole and she left him and now is on boyfriend number to high for me to count.
All in all we have spoken (me and the hubby) three times to SIL in the last 14 years. Once was when the FIL almost died with his infection back in 2004, once when gram died 5 years ago and MIL asked me to request an absent note from the undertaker otherwise SIL would lose her job, and once a few months back. Seriously don’t know what is wrong with that girl but I am too old to worry.
Have a nice night. Tomorrow I will let you know why all the in law talk is taking place.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
MIL...hard to explain
I hope you all had a very happy holiday stretch. Whatever you may celebrate, I hope it was joyful for you and yours.
Now back to the bubble.
When I left you last I told you all about my FIL and today I need to tell you a little about my MIL.
My MIL is one of those really quiet women who when she speaks you listen because she doesn’t speak that often.
When my hubby and I were first married, and I mean first married, she called me because I spent the night out. The call came in at 7 am after coming home about a half hour earlier. The hubby had worked at the same business as she did and complained because I didn’t come home.
Let me back up a little because this sounds like I was this horrible person.
Hubby was going on a long haul and was leaving at 2 in the morning to set off to New York. He left me at a bar with some friends and left me reliant on someone else for the ride home. I didn’t want to go home to an empty house where I was going to be all by myself in the dark. So when my ride made no move to leave I didn’t push it. Remember, this was newly married and I had never lived anywhere but home and college.
Anyway, the call came in just after I got home. This was the last time she attempted to be my mother. She called and said, “Did you have a nice night out?” I said “yes”, she said hubby “was worried and that bothered her.”
At first I was a little shocked that she would call me and then in the heat of the moment I told her that both my parents were still living and her son chose to marry me and if he were worried he needed to speak to me and not have his mom do it. She told me I was right and it was never brought up again.
Since then she and I became friends as well as family. We taught me how to play golf. We golf a few times a year together. We play cards together for money and for not. We have vacationed together. Things have always been just fine.
I am not sure how this sweet woman could have been hooked up with as an angry young man as my FIL but she did and it has always worked for them.
My MIL had a mother that was some sort of angel as well so maybe that is it.
But something that never happened before now has happened. She won’t talk to me anymore.
Just before Thanksgiving my MIL came to see me on Saturday morning and asked me to play golf with her at this turkey shoot. Two days later she called and said that she was not going to play with me that she was going to play with me because she had asked her friend Val first. I asked #8 to play with me and he asked a friend to play. This put me back into a situation without a partner so #5 played with me. We had a blast. But here is the kicker. I showed up that morning and MIL was without a partner. She had no one to play with because Val was rushed into the hospital. She had known this for 3 days at least. She didn’t call. We would have figured it out for her.
Anyway, then the whole birthday fiasco took place and when I talked to my hubby he had no answers knowing full well that she always felt comfortable talking to me.
Christmas Eve has always been a night with the in laws. We have switched back and forth at the different houses over the years and this year was supposed to be our year. We offered and said whatever would be easier. FIL said it would be easier at our house unless the weather was bad and then they wanted it at their house. We were fine with that. Less than 24 hours later the hubby came home to tell me that it was at their house. No explanation, he showed up there to pick up Butter and the next thing he knew his mother told him Christmas was at their house and she would explain at another time.
We still don’t have an explanation.
*shakes head and shrugs shoulders*
Now back to the bubble.
When I left you last I told you all about my FIL and today I need to tell you a little about my MIL.
My MIL is one of those really quiet women who when she speaks you listen because she doesn’t speak that often.
When my hubby and I were first married, and I mean first married, she called me because I spent the night out. The call came in at 7 am after coming home about a half hour earlier. The hubby had worked at the same business as she did and complained because I didn’t come home.
Let me back up a little because this sounds like I was this horrible person.
Hubby was going on a long haul and was leaving at 2 in the morning to set off to New York. He left me at a bar with some friends and left me reliant on someone else for the ride home. I didn’t want to go home to an empty house where I was going to be all by myself in the dark. So when my ride made no move to leave I didn’t push it. Remember, this was newly married and I had never lived anywhere but home and college.
Anyway, the call came in just after I got home. This was the last time she attempted to be my mother. She called and said, “Did you have a nice night out?” I said “yes”, she said hubby “was worried and that bothered her.”
At first I was a little shocked that she would call me and then in the heat of the moment I told her that both my parents were still living and her son chose to marry me and if he were worried he needed to speak to me and not have his mom do it. She told me I was right and it was never brought up again.
Since then she and I became friends as well as family. We taught me how to play golf. We golf a few times a year together. We play cards together for money and for not. We have vacationed together. Things have always been just fine.
I am not sure how this sweet woman could have been hooked up with as an angry young man as my FIL but she did and it has always worked for them.
My MIL had a mother that was some sort of angel as well so maybe that is it.
But something that never happened before now has happened. She won’t talk to me anymore.
Just before Thanksgiving my MIL came to see me on Saturday morning and asked me to play golf with her at this turkey shoot. Two days later she called and said that she was not going to play with me that she was going to play with me because she had asked her friend Val first. I asked #8 to play with me and he asked a friend to play. This put me back into a situation without a partner so #5 played with me. We had a blast. But here is the kicker. I showed up that morning and MIL was without a partner. She had no one to play with because Val was rushed into the hospital. She had known this for 3 days at least. She didn’t call. We would have figured it out for her.
Anyway, then the whole birthday fiasco took place and when I talked to my hubby he had no answers knowing full well that she always felt comfortable talking to me.
Christmas Eve has always been a night with the in laws. We have switched back and forth at the different houses over the years and this year was supposed to be our year. We offered and said whatever would be easier. FIL said it would be easier at our house unless the weather was bad and then they wanted it at their house. We were fine with that. Less than 24 hours later the hubby came home to tell me that it was at their house. No explanation, he showed up there to pick up Butter and the next thing he knew his mother told him Christmas was at their house and she would explain at another time.
We still don’t have an explanation.
*shakes head and shrugs shoulders*
Thursday, December 29, 2011
What is in a name?
Happy Thursday Everyone,
I have started this post like three different times and still not sure how to start my newest blog rant.
I mentioned in my birthday post about my in laws but today I am going to give you some background.
I looked over the past posts and noticed that I write all about my brothers, their families and things that happen with my kids but don’t ever think that I wrote about my in laws.
Today I start with the patriarch of the family.
Dick!
No seriously, that is his name, Dick.
Dick is an extremely angry man. When I say extremely, I think maybe I am understating it just a little.
Dick had a horrible childhood. Dick is a veteran of the Vietnam War. Dick should have gotten over his anger many years ago but lately it has come back and come back with a vengeance.
Dick was 5 when his father was stationed overseas during World War whatever. His mother was an alcoholic who did not come home for days at a time because she was out on drinking binges. When Dick was this age he had three younger siblings to watch as well. He would rob stores and beg neighbors for food. At the breaking point the baby who was under 1 year old died of malnutrition and Dick carried its lifeless body to the police station for help.
The state came in took the kids and separated them in different locations. His brother and himself went to one orphanage and then were taken in by different family members. So all three living children were separated and raised by others. This angered his brother to the point that R didn’t speak to Dick for the rest of his life.
Dick was raised by Stella. Stella was a mean and nasty woman. I only have personal experiences with this woman but I am told that her meanness was something that she always had. Dick was a burden that she took in and her husband was the one who showed any feelings for him. Funny thing is Stella was Dick’s blood and Charlie was not.
My MIL met Dick when they were younger and they have been together and with no one else ever since. I mean he was her only boyfriend and vice versa. They had two children and now three grandchildren.
Dick has been sick for the past few years and it all started with chipping a bone in his elbow which infected. The infection went into the spinal column and into the ear. He had stents placed into his body for blockages. The infection caused so much damage that he has since lost all of his teeth. He lost his cochlea and now has a cochlea implant in order to hear.
For a few years we thought the anger had subsided but lately it is back and it is back with so much anger behind that new anger, my husband and I am not sure how to handle it. We have started talking to the boys about the behavior, the horrible remarks, and the nasty nasty comments about me.
Remember how yesterday I said that I was making the next year all about ME? Well it starts with my in-laws.
I found out Christmas night that my father in law thinks that I put my job before my family. He brought up to my husband the other day that I think that my job is more important than my MIL otherwise I would not ask her to put my kids on the school bus when I have an early morning meeting.
Funny thing is…I haven’t done that for 2 years.
I think the anger is coming back stronger because he is losing his capabilities.
What exactly are the early warning stages of dementia or Alzheimer’s?
I am not letting my FIL get to me. I don’t care that he thinks that I put my job first. My job is the reason why we have a roof over our head and food on the table to eat. My job pays our health insurance and our dental insurance. My job is the reason that we are able to drive back and forth to all of the places that our kids need.
I deserve the fact that I have a good job. I stayed home and raised my children up until they could wipe their own butts, clean their own teeth, and step onto that school bus without my holding their hand.
I deserve to be the one out earning a living using the skills that I have.
I like to be able to buy myself a pair of shoes on occasion and not feel like I am robbing heat from my children. Gosh Darn It! I deserve it!
I have started this post like three different times and still not sure how to start my newest blog rant.
I mentioned in my birthday post about my in laws but today I am going to give you some background.
I looked over the past posts and noticed that I write all about my brothers, their families and things that happen with my kids but don’t ever think that I wrote about my in laws.
Today I start with the patriarch of the family.
Dick!
No seriously, that is his name, Dick.
Dick is an extremely angry man. When I say extremely, I think maybe I am understating it just a little.
Dick had a horrible childhood. Dick is a veteran of the Vietnam War. Dick should have gotten over his anger many years ago but lately it has come back and come back with a vengeance.
Dick was 5 when his father was stationed overseas during World War whatever. His mother was an alcoholic who did not come home for days at a time because she was out on drinking binges. When Dick was this age he had three younger siblings to watch as well. He would rob stores and beg neighbors for food. At the breaking point the baby who was under 1 year old died of malnutrition and Dick carried its lifeless body to the police station for help.
The state came in took the kids and separated them in different locations. His brother and himself went to one orphanage and then were taken in by different family members. So all three living children were separated and raised by others. This angered his brother to the point that R didn’t speak to Dick for the rest of his life.
Dick was raised by Stella. Stella was a mean and nasty woman. I only have personal experiences with this woman but I am told that her meanness was something that she always had. Dick was a burden that she took in and her husband was the one who showed any feelings for him. Funny thing is Stella was Dick’s blood and Charlie was not.
My MIL met Dick when they were younger and they have been together and with no one else ever since. I mean he was her only boyfriend and vice versa. They had two children and now three grandchildren.
Dick has been sick for the past few years and it all started with chipping a bone in his elbow which infected. The infection went into the spinal column and into the ear. He had stents placed into his body for blockages. The infection caused so much damage that he has since lost all of his teeth. He lost his cochlea and now has a cochlea implant in order to hear.
For a few years we thought the anger had subsided but lately it is back and it is back with so much anger behind that new anger, my husband and I am not sure how to handle it. We have started talking to the boys about the behavior, the horrible remarks, and the nasty nasty comments about me.
Remember how yesterday I said that I was making the next year all about ME? Well it starts with my in-laws.
I found out Christmas night that my father in law thinks that I put my job before my family. He brought up to my husband the other day that I think that my job is more important than my MIL otherwise I would not ask her to put my kids on the school bus when I have an early morning meeting.
Funny thing is…I haven’t done that for 2 years.
I think the anger is coming back stronger because he is losing his capabilities.
What exactly are the early warning stages of dementia or Alzheimer’s?
I am not letting my FIL get to me. I don’t care that he thinks that I put my job first. My job is the reason why we have a roof over our head and food on the table to eat. My job pays our health insurance and our dental insurance. My job is the reason that we are able to drive back and forth to all of the places that our kids need.
I deserve the fact that I have a good job. I stayed home and raised my children up until they could wipe their own butts, clean their own teeth, and step onto that school bus without my holding their hand.
I deserve to be the one out earning a living using the skills that I have.
I like to be able to buy myself a pair of shoes on occasion and not feel like I am robbing heat from my children. Gosh Darn It! I deserve it!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Coming out slowly...
It has certainly been a crazy couple of months. I wanted to say weeks but in actuality it has been months.
I want to be able to move forward so I am going back a few.
I got some help in my job April 1st that was not really help. In actuality, it was worse because I spent 4 months training this SFB to have him tell me on July 27th that he was ready to work. To make a long story really short, SFB told me that he had “mentally dumped” everything that I trained him on because he had another thing on his mind the last two months.
I had a major car accident the end of September that caused me some major issues physically as well as mentally.
I got some new help on 10/17 but needed to go on a trip immediately after he started. This had SFB training him and it took me three weeks to undo everything SFB did.
My birthday came and went and well we all know how that went if you read it.
Christmas has now come and gone and here I sit for the first time in ages with a little spare time.
We had the best Christmas day ever. I mean the hubby, the boys, and myself.
Jelly is now 18. He bought a used car back in the summer and is learning how expensive it is to keep. It is a used convertible that leaks when it rains. For Christmas he asked for nothing but got, a GPS system, a waterproof car cover, clothes, gas cards, and his favorite present…a bass guitar.
Peanut, who is now 15, asked for an iPod touch. He got it along with clothes and a crap load of gift cards.
Butter, who is 10, asked for Lego’s and that is what he got. A ton of them and he was so excited.
My husband and I usually buy stocking gifts for the kids and this year we decided to spend the money and buy them something that they all wanted. So we splurged and bought an Xbox360 for them.
My kids have never had a new gaming system so this was very exciting to them.
So now that brings me to the present and onward to the future. I have seen in the past where a lot of people spend the week posting all of the good changes that they are going to be making and others with their resolutions.
All I am saying is that 2012 is the year of ME! I am sick of being walked on and treated like crap. I started caring only about my own health and well being. I have started caring only about what my immediate family needs or wants. I am continuing with that same trend.
To start the new year, I am taking the family on a trip to the mountains with some good friends.
I want to be able to move forward so I am going back a few.
I got some help in my job April 1st that was not really help. In actuality, it was worse because I spent 4 months training this SFB to have him tell me on July 27th that he was ready to work. To make a long story really short, SFB told me that he had “mentally dumped” everything that I trained him on because he had another thing on his mind the last two months.
I had a major car accident the end of September that caused me some major issues physically as well as mentally.
I got some new help on 10/17 but needed to go on a trip immediately after he started. This had SFB training him and it took me three weeks to undo everything SFB did.
My birthday came and went and well we all know how that went if you read it.
Christmas has now come and gone and here I sit for the first time in ages with a little spare time.
We had the best Christmas day ever. I mean the hubby, the boys, and myself.
Jelly is now 18. He bought a used car back in the summer and is learning how expensive it is to keep. It is a used convertible that leaks when it rains. For Christmas he asked for nothing but got, a GPS system, a waterproof car cover, clothes, gas cards, and his favorite present…a bass guitar.
Peanut, who is now 15, asked for an iPod touch. He got it along with clothes and a crap load of gift cards.
Butter, who is 10, asked for Lego’s and that is what he got. A ton of them and he was so excited.
My husband and I usually buy stocking gifts for the kids and this year we decided to spend the money and buy them something that they all wanted. So we splurged and bought an Xbox360 for them.
My kids have never had a new gaming system so this was very exciting to them.
So now that brings me to the present and onward to the future. I have seen in the past where a lot of people spend the week posting all of the good changes that they are going to be making and others with their resolutions.
All I am saying is that 2012 is the year of ME! I am sick of being walked on and treated like crap. I started caring only about my own health and well being. I have started caring only about what my immediate family needs or wants. I am continuing with that same trend.
To start the new year, I am taking the family on a trip to the mountains with some good friends.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Not a Merry Christmas post...A true Bubble post.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
This is a warning to anyone who may believe that this is a happy post. For anyone and for those who may have been following me from the beginning of time, you know that this is MY bubble and you are not welcome here if you cannot understand that sometimes there needs to be a place to go where you can bitch and not be judged.
There may be a day in the near future where I can tell you about how special a day this was for husband, my boys and myself, but that all happened prior to 6 p.m. Backing up slightly, it kind of took a speed bump around 3 went downhill around 6.
#1 was not feeling well today. He and his wife showed up at my mom’s and #1 had a raging sore throat and was stuffed up. In my opinion, you say “I really would have loved to come but was sick”. Seriously, with 40 or so people crammed into a 3 bedroom ranch, germs are going to fly. I don’t need your germs and neither does my house, least of all my 73 year old mother.
Around 5 or so, #8 showed up with his girlfriend, of this year and at that time #1, his wife, my husband, my kids, my mom, and I were the only ones there.
#5 had decided this year that he would come by early and gift my mom and drop off the grab presents that he and his girlfriend (second year for her but I got a good one for you maybe later in the week about that). He was gone already.
#7 was next to show up with his wife and children. Not long after that #6 and his family appeared. The only ones we were waiting for was #2 and his crew. They were not long after coming and surprising to me, they came in two separate cars. His oldest 2 children came together and right behind them was he and his wife and daughter.
The living room was loaded up with presents and then the free for all started. The kids (all but mine) ran around the house playing tag. They drank and ate in the bedrooms. They pissed all over the toilet, walls and floor. They ground food into the furniture. All of this was going on while the mothers sat at the dining room table drinking wine. And lots of wine it was. I rinsed out 4 bottles to put in the recycling. In case you missed count on how many there were, there were 4. That means within a VERY short period of time my SILs drank a bottle of wine EACH. (#1’s wife shared her bottle of wine with my MIL and #1 so I can’t count her in on this.)
Wait a minute; I skipped ahead just a little too far. But #1 gave out his gifts to the kids and took off because he was seriously too sick to stay.
My mom gave out her gifts to the kids and then one by one the brothers and their families showered my mom with gifts.
Because we had already given my mom her gifts, my hubby, boys and I stepped outside to give the others some room. Butter mentioned that someone had spilled soda in the green bedroom and he went to find a towel. Now, I am not saying that my children are angels but looking back it slightly disturbs me that Butter cleaned up someone else’s mess.
Peanut and Jelly were with me the whole evening. They are 18 and 15 and a little too old to be playing with the littler kids.
#2’s oldest son’s baby mama (a long story for another day) showed up with the little guy and her dad. We all gathered back into the living room to exchange gifts. Remember now, this all started about 6 and my mom had not left the living room once. We exchanged our gifts and she got up to go the bathroom. She stepped into a puddle while lifting the toilet seat and found that all wet as well. Thinking that someone had had a problem, she opened the door to the green bedroom to find cake, cookies and candies all over the floor. She found soda spilled on her furniture and toys being thrown across the room and guess what…SHE FREAKED!
I don’t blame her. She started yelling at the kids and asking “What makes you think that you can come into my house and throw food and toys? I want this room cleaned NOW!”
#2’s wife grabbed both of her kids and stormed right out of the house telling my brother on the way by that she was not staying any longer and he was leaving too.
#6’s wife packed up her kids with a snide remark about the fact that she had her own house to clean and she was not staying to clean my mother’s. Oh, and stopped at my mom, looked at her and said, “You need to realize that they are just kids.”
#7 sat and told his kids that they had done nothing wrong and proceeded to pack them up to leave as well.
Here is where I kind of lose it myself…
I had Butter clean up all the toys, since he was in there with the other kids.
But…
My husband went in the bedroom and cleaned it up on his hands and knees.
My oldest son went immediately into the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes, counters, tables, chairs and everything else that needed to be done in there.
My middle son took the vacuum and vacuumed all the floors.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned the piss of the walls and floors.
Who the fuck thinks that it is okay to allow your kids to come in and destroy someone else’s home?
I have started thinking lately that it is time to move into a new tradition. Today just makes me realize that that time has come.
We were home by 9:30. It took us over an hour to clean up.
Merry Christmas everyone.
This is a warning to anyone who may believe that this is a happy post. For anyone and for those who may have been following me from the beginning of time, you know that this is MY bubble and you are not welcome here if you cannot understand that sometimes there needs to be a place to go where you can bitch and not be judged.
There may be a day in the near future where I can tell you about how special a day this was for husband, my boys and myself, but that all happened prior to 6 p.m. Backing up slightly, it kind of took a speed bump around 3 went downhill around 6.
#1 was not feeling well today. He and his wife showed up at my mom’s and #1 had a raging sore throat and was stuffed up. In my opinion, you say “I really would have loved to come but was sick”. Seriously, with 40 or so people crammed into a 3 bedroom ranch, germs are going to fly. I don’t need your germs and neither does my house, least of all my 73 year old mother.
Around 5 or so, #8 showed up with his girlfriend, of this year and at that time #1, his wife, my husband, my kids, my mom, and I were the only ones there.
#5 had decided this year that he would come by early and gift my mom and drop off the grab presents that he and his girlfriend (second year for her but I got a good one for you maybe later in the week about that). He was gone already.
#7 was next to show up with his wife and children. Not long after that #6 and his family appeared. The only ones we were waiting for was #2 and his crew. They were not long after coming and surprising to me, they came in two separate cars. His oldest 2 children came together and right behind them was he and his wife and daughter.
The living room was loaded up with presents and then the free for all started. The kids (all but mine) ran around the house playing tag. They drank and ate in the bedrooms. They pissed all over the toilet, walls and floor. They ground food into the furniture. All of this was going on while the mothers sat at the dining room table drinking wine. And lots of wine it was. I rinsed out 4 bottles to put in the recycling. In case you missed count on how many there were, there were 4. That means within a VERY short period of time my SILs drank a bottle of wine EACH. (#1’s wife shared her bottle of wine with my MIL and #1 so I can’t count her in on this.)
Wait a minute; I skipped ahead just a little too far. But #1 gave out his gifts to the kids and took off because he was seriously too sick to stay.
My mom gave out her gifts to the kids and then one by one the brothers and their families showered my mom with gifts.
Because we had already given my mom her gifts, my hubby, boys and I stepped outside to give the others some room. Butter mentioned that someone had spilled soda in the green bedroom and he went to find a towel. Now, I am not saying that my children are angels but looking back it slightly disturbs me that Butter cleaned up someone else’s mess.
Peanut and Jelly were with me the whole evening. They are 18 and 15 and a little too old to be playing with the littler kids.
#2’s oldest son’s baby mama (a long story for another day) showed up with the little guy and her dad. We all gathered back into the living room to exchange gifts. Remember now, this all started about 6 and my mom had not left the living room once. We exchanged our gifts and she got up to go the bathroom. She stepped into a puddle while lifting the toilet seat and found that all wet as well. Thinking that someone had had a problem, she opened the door to the green bedroom to find cake, cookies and candies all over the floor. She found soda spilled on her furniture and toys being thrown across the room and guess what…SHE FREAKED!
I don’t blame her. She started yelling at the kids and asking “What makes you think that you can come into my house and throw food and toys? I want this room cleaned NOW!”
#2’s wife grabbed both of her kids and stormed right out of the house telling my brother on the way by that she was not staying any longer and he was leaving too.
#6’s wife packed up her kids with a snide remark about the fact that she had her own house to clean and she was not staying to clean my mother’s. Oh, and stopped at my mom, looked at her and said, “You need to realize that they are just kids.”
#7 sat and told his kids that they had done nothing wrong and proceeded to pack them up to leave as well.
Here is where I kind of lose it myself…
I had Butter clean up all the toys, since he was in there with the other kids.
But…
My husband went in the bedroom and cleaned it up on his hands and knees.
My oldest son went immediately into the kitchen and started cleaning the dishes, counters, tables, chairs and everything else that needed to be done in there.
My middle son took the vacuum and vacuumed all the floors.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned the piss of the walls and floors.
Who the fuck thinks that it is okay to allow your kids to come in and destroy someone else’s home?
I have started thinking lately that it is time to move into a new tradition. Today just makes me realize that that time has come.
We were home by 9:30. It took us over an hour to clean up.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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