"Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it".
My Beavis is really a kid to be proud of. He went over to Crackhead Nancy and apologized for whatever it was he was disrespectful about. (Okay, honestly, he called her a �poophead�. I�m surprised she didn�t have him arrested for that). Anyway, he did it so that Hot Karl would ease up on Cornholio. What a kid. As much as he hates her, he did it for his friend. I love that kid.
I told him from now on, if she starts on him, to turn around and walk away. Don�t say anything, just head home. Your friends will follow you. Me thinks that may infuriate her more than if he were to pop off at the mouth.
Anyway, she says she doesn�t want him in her yard. Whatever bitch, he doesn�t need to be in your yard anyway. Why doesn�t she want him in her yard? Because last summer, I banished her fat little fuck of a kid from my yard. Why? #1) He pissed right in my front yard. That�s just nasty. #2) Anytime he did come in my backyard, all he did was start shit with my little ones, which he was 8 at the time and they were 5 and 3. So get out, what business do you have playing with kids that little anyway? Go home, grab a snickers (or three) and play your video games. So she said, �Well, if Matthew isn�t allowed in your yard, then you can�t come in mine�. Which. I told the little weiner he was allowed in the yard like two months ago, he just hasn�t taken me up on it on account of the fact that he never goes outside and also because he�s too old to be playing with the little kids here!
Again, I am just not going to deal with this woman at all. Period. She obviously is the type that loves to have drama and I�m all set with that. My little ones will stay right here, there�s no reason for them to go down the road anyway. And I�ve told Beavis to steer clear of her, and the walking away thing.
Really. If she calls, I�m gonna be all cool and just tell her I don�t want to talk to her, I�m perfectly happy with the way things are and leave it at that. (And how about this? �Oh, does your husband know about you fucking Uncle Scott while he was in Iraq?�. Nah�I won�t go there).
On the other hand, if she continues to give Beavis shit, I�m going to have to ask him to stay away from there at all costs, which I hate to do, but the fucking drama could get ridiculous. Only a month and a half left to summer. I hate to waste it away by counting it down, but at least the stupid problems tend to die down once summer is over.
Speaking of summer, I have got me one bad ass tan. I love it. Even Butthead (who is very dark) said, �Hey, Jackie, you�re as brown as me�. A big improvement from the sunburn I got in June. I love being tan. I look so much better. And guys notice me way more. Well, it�s either the tan or the little tank tops and halter tops I wear all summer. Whatever, I can�t hate it.
Jennifer asked in a comment yesterday for me to try and sneak a pic of my neighbor, which I�d never even thought to do. I�ve taken so many of his kids (and I�ve put them on Flickr too, I have no shame), but never thought to sneak one of him. This is like my new photo challenge. I�ll be working on it. So far today, he�s been holed in the house with the A/C cranked up. All I could get right now is a pic of his truck. And what good is that?
And, yeah, Hub got laid last night. We had the kids in bed at 8:00 cuz they were being BITCHES, and I was showered and ready by 8:30, we popped in a porn and no sooner did that happen, but Smokey called. He hooked up with smoke for us (FINALLY), which Hub has been jonesing for, so we had to pause for a few so that Smokey could drop off. I�d had 5 beers and a clonipin in me by then and was feeling FANTASTIC. And he hooked up with yummy nuggets which is all he�ll get. He doesn�t bother with the schwag.
Anyway, no smokey for me today until later, as much as I�m tempted (it�s harder to resist the kind buds than the schwag) but Beavis has an appointment with the orthopedist today at 2:30 (could I have made it at a more inconvenient time? Sheesh). Yey. I can�t handle talking to doctors all baked out. They tend to notice that shit. And I get to take all the kids. Whooppee fricking doo.
Speaking of all the kids, I never heard from Bobby and Cindy again. They just stopped coming. Not that it broke my heart or anything, but it would have been nice to know why, ya know? Like, did I do something? Or was just not convenient with the whole moving out to New Ipswich thing? But. Let�s just say I am totally happy with just having Makayla and Colin and I�m glad I lightened my load of OPK. It�s so much nicer and easier.
Well, I suppose I should end this. I put a bunch of new pics on flickr. Go check them out.
Bye!