So yesterday I had my first guest post, and it was pretty fun.. OHHHH the POWER! I loved going in and editing the post with my own wittle comments. So if any of YOU wanna do a guest post, you ain’t gonna hear me say no!
Coffee on Thursday was fun. We did go back to the esso resturant, And Esso So Totally Gave Me 20 Bux In Esso Credit Things To Use On a Lotto Ticket Which I am So Totally Splitting With Kiss And We Are So Totally Gonna Win Thousands At Susans Expense And So Totally Laugh Our Asses Off At Her As We Spend Every Cent Of It. The gas station clerk was great..except for the part where He made me arm wrestle him. I won of course. (I used two hands) ….. Totally
We had gone for a smoke right around 9pm, and foolishly didn’t take the time to tell our waitress we weren’t leaving. SO SHE TOOK OUR COFFEE. *GASP* And the internet roars with outrage. The poor poor coffee, so sugard and hot, dumped down the drain like soured milk. Oh the horror. Oh the waste! Won’t somebody please think about the coffee?
But our waitress, Rose, she’s a sweety. She offered to get us more java (we decided it was 9, we might as well go anyway) and then. THEN, we tried to pay, and she Would. Not. Let us!…Tell me, Is Rose a mind reader? It was somehow her fault she didn’t know we were done?Cus that would be Neat-O.
Pffft. But thats ok, I have a plan. I know where things are! I bet that I can find the keys that you lost to your car. Next time we go to coffee, and Rose is there, unsuspectingly pouring me cup after cup of hot and steamy coffee and it is time for me to sneak off into the night, She will find a surprise when she cleans MY table that night, And NOT an extremly long and hard to understand run on sentance!
Vewwy vewwy sneakily, Shhh, I’m huntin Wabbit, I will pay for my coffee twice that night. Once at the till, and once as a tip. MUAHAHAHAHHAHAH. Just call me Supreme Overlord Blue of the evil varaity.
Umm, as the owner of this blog (How fucking pretentious can I get?), I have taken the liberty of, shall we say, editing, this post. My edits will be found in Italics
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Since I don’t have a blog, but I am an avid reader and commenter, I thought I would allow my good friend Bluepaintred post for me.
(Dude! Hear that!?! ? She said good friend. She just says that cus I give great oral)
First a little bit about my family to understand where I’m coming from for this post. My daughter “the girl” (yes this is her actually nickname) is 5 years old. She has been diagnosed as being speech delayed. Which in turn, has caused her to be developmentally delayed. All this means it that she talks on the level of a 2-3 year old instead of a 5 year old. (In speech people, not in brains, she can understand us, just not TELL us things!! She has the normal feelings of A five year old) So she is a designated student at school. There is a special educational assistant assigned to her to help her with her speech and socialization with the other kids, we’ll call her Ms. Kitty.
(lets call her miss bitch, shall we?)
So the girl has only been in school for a little over a month and half, and seemed to been adjusting ok. Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch doesn’t always understand how the smallest thing can set the girl off and she becomes upset in class. Today the girl had ripped the knee out of her pants. Apparently this happened shortly after the start of class. Well cuz the girl never leaves anything done “half-assed” she torn them a little more until they were right up to the crotch (sorry bad grammar).
(we have a strick “Fuck Grammar” rule here at Chez Bulepaintred)
I always send a full change of clothes everyday to school (school rule for Kindergarteners), so this shouldn’t have been a question. Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch should have taken her to her locker, gotten her a pair of pants and asked her to change them. Did Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch do this??? NOOOOOO!!!
(Makes sense to me, After all why else do they say bring a change of clothes??)
She sends my half exposed daughter out to play at recess. Then she wonders why she was upset when she came in??? Maybe cuz it’s freaking cold outside and her underwear are showing??!!!!
(Isn’t this some sort of sexual harassment? Making a child parade around in their Undies?? At the very least it’s depraved indiference)
But does Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch get the girl to change now??? NOOOOO!!! She sends her to music class which is clear across the whole school. Thus the girl gets upset again. And Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch marches her back to class alone and phones me to pick her up cuz she doesn’t know why she is upset.
(That would be because Miss Bitch has the sense of a gnat. And they let these people run free amungst our children??)
So I pick her up ask about said pants and leave very confused. Hubby comes home for lunch and freaks when I tell him what happened. He phone the principal and we have a meeting with her tomorrow morning. But the kicker for me (who gets embarrassed very quickly and always takes it personally) one of my son’s friend’s mom’s calls me (someone RoxDar see basicall every day at school, and socialise with!!) and asks what happened to the girl in music that her pants were ripped and she was crying. This means that Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch marched my daughter past all the moms with little ones leaving preschool. What the hell is Ms. Kitty Miss Bitch thinking? Would she allow this to happen to her children??? What would you do??
Thanks for this Blue…won’t forget it!!
RoxDar
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Lets see. What would I do. After getting over the crushing embarresment of having my “mommy” friends see my daughter dressed like a welfare bum - Cus lets face it, we moms compete with our kids. How smart they are, how cute they are, how well they are dressed - I’d get angry. Very very very angry. I would almost be tempted to pull The Girl outa that school, BUT she doesn’t like change.
Going to the principal, and I hope its the principal, not just the teacher, is a good start, and honestly, Rox, if you do not get an apology, a SINCERE apology from Miss Bitch, I would go straight to the school board and then to the board of education. Take it as high as it needs to go!
I particularaly like the phrase “Depraved Indifferance” You should totally use it tommorrow morning in the meeting. Bring up Sexual harrasment, for the undies showing, AND Neglect for allowing her to go outside In the last week of October without proper clothing. A child in Kindergarten still needs guidence. Someone to help with zippers and mitts, someone to say, “no no, its too cold, lets put on your coat” Someone to help her make the connection between the embarresment she is feeling and the fact that she can go change into new pants. Thats why Kindergarten classes are so small, so they can GET the attention they need.
So, Miss Bitch, For being a complete and utter fucktard, for derilection of duty and for making The Girl feel sad and confused, not to mention embarresed, You can Fuck Off And Die
I think I am going to go back to blogging at night. I’m just too groggy in the morning to actually write other then I did this and I saw this and I took a dump and shit crap stuff. Ever noticed just how many different words there are for poop?
Oh and lets all thank the mathematicians for this : Vampires are an impossibility
We voted in our mayoral election tonight. I went in, and I knew I wanted the dude who was in charge to stay in charge cus he’s all set to build me a middle school, and he is doing one heck of a job now. So I totally memorized his name. Then we had to vote for counselors, or something and I thought we only needed to know two we wanted to vote for, so I was all prepared, till they told me Pick Six. And that sucked.
And then I am reading the vote thingy and it says to fold it back the way you got it. Oh shit origami! So I says to the lady “I sure hope this is right” as I passed my seahorse shaped papers to her. Its void if there are any identifying.. things… to it. But plenty of people will fold it like me, right? RIGHT??
As hubby and I walked out, I turned to him and said. “I used the eanie meanie mo system …You?”
We rented Nacho Libre for tonight (I am very happy, his other choice was Silent Hill)
I’m very much looking forward to sitting on my ass doing nothing with this movie. (We should have bought Nachos for the movie ). (Enough italics and {parentheses} in this paragraph or should I add more? Maybe some semi colons or bold font?)(I want; a break ;because I have spent; the last week; doing this:)
Hint : It’s Blue Boy
And for the record : Blogger is an anal retentive prick who won’t allow people to do any fucking thing at all with it’s system AND IT SUCKS
Why didn’t anyone tell me that laminate flooring is the PERFECT surface to use children as bowling balls on?
Keep an eye out for this video…… my battery is dead right now so I can’t upload it yet. Wait. I haven’t taped it yet.
Hmmmm
P.S. I almost died laughing when I saw this site!
Before you do another thing. Even breath. You MUST click this link.
Oh you’re back? I thought you would be gone longer. Lemme grab my pants.. Or something.
So I washed the floor today, while wearing red socks. Im washing and scrubbing and cursing the makers of syrup. And then I look back, supposedly to admire my clean floors. Nope. (Yea, me and my exciting life, huh? Aren’t you glad you stopped by? Just freaking made your day. Hey, tell everyone!! Blue washed the freaking floor!)
Apperently I need a refresher course on proper housewife clothing. Maybe an apron? Ohhhh fuzzy slippers! House wives wear slippers don’t they? Crap, strike that, I have fuzzy slippers on right now.
I want bon bons dammit! Aren’t they my constitutional right as a house wife?
This is the bed Hubby wants us to buy. I just don’t think it will fit in our bedroom. I do think it would be perfect for a guest bedroom though. what do you think?
