This morning. Moar snow! Argh!
Here’s a thought. Maybe, just maybe, if one is bothered by kinky things one should not be a member of a kinky site.
I know, I know, it’s a crazy thought but I’m thinking outside the box here.
It’d be like if I joined a website designed for the gathering of, supporting of, and mingling of married folks, right? And then got up on my soapbox to let everyone know how much I hated the word wife because my experience of being one hadn’t been all rainbows and butterflies.
“I was a wife once and it were turrible bad! You people just don’t unnerstand the PAIN! I had to do stuff and it were way worse stuff than any of you ever had to do! You guys don’t know there are real people being made into real wives and as long as you ignorant morons keep promoting wifery people will keep being wives! I HAZ A TRAGIC!”
Yeah. You know what you don’t have, lady? Logic.
Speaking of which, I talked to Am. Meh. The situation isn’t nearly as bad as I thought. (What? Overreact? Me. Pshaw.)
Anyway. The lease is about up where she’s at and the landlord is going to raise the rent a somewhat substantial amount at the end of the lease so her two roomies don’t want to live there anymore, which makes sense because they are both finished with college and there is no logical reason for them to stick around that area where all the landlords have made it their mission to put poor college students into a bigger and deeper financial bind by charging ridiculously high rent.
It is not her goal to have to live here (~silent cheer~) but she was just letting us know it might be unavoidable. She is trying to work out something else with other friends and blah blah blah…
To answer some of the questions below- Is she depressed? Yes, no, maybe. She’s frustrated that being an adult isn’t as much fun as she imagined it would be. How old is she? She’s 20. Are we helping her? Yes. We’ve paid her tuition up til now, we pay her car insurance and any repairs to it that have needed done to keep her on the road. And until she insisted on getting her iphone, we were paying for her cell phone. As for helping her with other expenses, it’s difficult to do that when she’s cutting back on hours and/or shopping instead of doing what she needs to do. I mean, if, for instance, she couldn’t pay her rent (which she hasn’t yet been unable to) but she shows up here with a new tattoo, new clothes, an $80 hair cut and a new Furby (srsly? I mean…. seriously.) then, yeah but no, we wouldn’t give her money for rent and food.
Are we/have we helped Jes more than Am? That’s a difficult call, really. I would say we’ve helped Babygirl more than both of them combined. I suppose in Am’s mind that is warped into us helping Jes but that’s not how it translates in my mind. To put it into perspective: Am’s tuition costs us as much (at least) than we’ve spent on Jes(Babygirl). It’s difficult to make that comparison given how differently their paths have gone.
Our motto (M’s motto, I should say) is that he’ll help any of them out as long as A) We can afford it, and B) They are trying to help themselves.
We still help Jes out, even though she’s married and ‘on her own’. When they recently took in my step-granddaughter, we bought them bunk beds because the poor kid was sleeping on a mattress on the floor. But my son in law gets up and goes to work every day, Jes gets up and takes care of 3 kids all day, she just signed up for an online school course, they do stuff with the kids all the time, go to the museum, to the pool, crafts, the zoo… They’ve got rent, car payment, insurance, cell phones, groceries for 5, child support… you know, they’re trying. So I buy clothes for the kids and toys and trinkets and sometimes send cash so they can go to the carnival or whatever, the kind of stuff Jes can’t afford to buy because they are paying their bills… I do it all the time, in fact. I don’t think I’ve sent anything for Jes, for herself, at all. Oh, I take that back. I sent her some nail polish a few weeks ago.
Like I said, it’s difficult to compare these two or to gauge how we should be helping each one. :/
“What’s happening with B-man?”
B-man just got his license. I don’t even remember how long ago it was that I made that post about what a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad driver he was. A year? 2 years?? It took this long before I was comfortable enough with him on the road to schedule his road test.
And it kind of, mostly only got scheduled now because 1) he’s 18 now and I can no longer stop him, and 2) he needed his license before he could go to basic training and he should have at least a little while of actually driving before he left.
But he passed! Not with flying colors but he passed, lol.
Naturally we swapped cars with Am. We took back the crappy car and gave her the better car so if B-man wrecks it, it’s the cheapest POS we have that will be wrecked. Lucky Amber, I guess.
Lessee what else is B-man up to. Graduating on time is still up in the air. He’s just got to commit himself to the homework. In a way, I think it’s bullshit, this new policy the school implemented this year. Grades, and passing, should be calculated by overall score. If he’s passed the class based entirely on his tests scores and whatever bit of homework he did do, then he’s passed the class, period, the end. Congratulations.
But their policy is that every. single. assignment has to be completed or, no matter what the final grade is, the class is marked as an incomplete. No exceptions. These papers won’t even be graded! The class is over in some cases. I just think it’s ridiculous.
In fact, I think our whole country’s education system is ridiculous. From kindergarten on through to college it’s completely fucked.
Here’s another example about B-man’s school that I think is whacked. It is a requirement now, in the state of Michigan, that a student has an art credit to graduate. While in some schools that art credit might encompass a variety of optional classes, in these smaller, we’re-firing-all-our-teachers schools, there aren’t so many options. B-man got stuck in an actual art class where he’s expected to draw and paint and such.
The ability to draw beautiful works of art is no more a learned skill than the ability to sing on key. Yes, okay, maybe he can learn a few tricks of the trade but it’s a talent that you’ve either got or not. So when he’s turned in his best rendition of a fucking pear and the teacher hands it back and says it’s not good enough, do it again- not once, not twice but over and over- yeah, even I want to smack her upside the head.
I couldn’t draw a god damn pear if you put a gun to my head. I think it’s wonderful that she can. I think it’s wonderful some of the students can. NOT ALL OF THEM CAN, YOU TWIT. The only thing B-man has learned in this art class is that he hates art. Thanks, Teach. ~thumbs up~
Otherwise, he’s doing good. We’re currently debating the whole J-O-B thing with him. Around here it’s pretty impossible to get a job before you’re 18, unless your parents work somewhere or own a business, the places here have so many applicants because of the college that they just don’t hire kids under 18. They don’t have to. So, now he’s 18. However… assuming all goes according to plan, he’s leaving in July so he’d be quite the temporary employee, which never sits well with employers, plus he hopes (wants) to be able to do some stuff before he goes, like visit people (friends and family out of state), have some fun with his friends here, and certainly work would cut into a lot of that.
So I don’t know. I can certainly see wanting to have fun and freedom before he goes. On the other hand, who is paying for this fun and freedom? Back to that helping those who help themselves. Of course one could argue that he IS helping himself, it’s just not starting until July.
We’ll see, I guess. I kind of think, you know, a one day a week super part time job wouldn’t cut into that much fun but would give him enough cash to put some gas in the car at least. Plus, a little experience with a boss who has expectations *before* basic training wouldn’t be a bad thing. And, if he worked, say, on Saturdays and he wanted to take off out of the area, its not that difficult to get a Saturday off and then he’d have like 2 weeks before he had to be back at work.
Amirite or amirite?
Here. Have a Master Meme.
I copied this from morningstar.
1. He’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Probably the Military channel.
2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
3. The most striking thing about his physical appearance?
His height, I think. At least that’s what most people seem to notice first. He’s 6’4″. Hard to miss.
4. You go out to eat and have a drink; what does he order to drink?
Something like a Sam Adams or a Guiness.
5. Where did he go to high school?
Middle America, USA.
6. What size shoe does he wear?
7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Weapons. Guns, bows, sharp things…
8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
9. What would he eat every day if he could?
Oreos and milk (haha, there goes your image, Sucka!)
10. What is his favorite cereal?
Frosted Mini Wheats (aaand there went the rest of the image).
11. What would he never wear?
Footie pajamas. Heh.
12. What is his favorite sports team?
I guess if he had to pick one, it’d be the Packers but he’s not all that into sports.
13.Who did he vote for?
14. Who is his best friend?
A guy he met in college (I think it was college anyway).
15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
Scrape my teeth on his pecker, lol.
16. What is his heritage?
Irish, Scottish and Southern (do not tell a Southerner it’s not a heritage!)
17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind?
I don’t. He doesn’t like home baked cakes. It’s bakery cake or it’s nothing. The end.
18. Did he play sports in high school?
Not in high school, I don’t think.
19. What could he spend hours doing?
Playing computer games. World of Tanks or Something-something Earth are the two he plays most frequently. Or looking at porn, that’s a close second.
20. What is one unique talent he has?
The ability to turn even the most innocuous comment into a sexual innuendo.
That’s all she wrote.