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Written on January 31st, 2010
Child advocate groups are calling for Pete Townshend’s visa to be denied, so that he cannot come into the States to play at the Super Bowl half time show.
Five years ago he was caught in a child pornography sting, and admitted to using his credit card to access kiddie porn sites. There were no images on his computer, however, so he was not arrested. He was put on the Sex Offender list for five years, per British law. The five years is up.
Thus far, his visa has NOT been denied, and the NFL doesn’t give a shit one way or another. Plans are moving forward for The Who to play.
These outraged groups are handing out fliers with his name, picture, and other info, so that they might get the word out that he is a deviant and not welcome in the U.S.
I love The Who–not the tremendous fan that my brother is but I dig ‘em okay. My opinion after hearing this report is that even while he had no photos on his computer, you have to wonder why he accessed the site to begin with. There was speculation that he had gotten on to ANOTHER site, and the server that hosted that one also hosted the child porn website. I can see, sort of, how that might happen. Matt hosts server space–not to any kid porn sites, of course, but he also doesn’t necessarily check up on what JediKelly is doing on the space that she rents from him. See what I’m saying? I am positive Kelly is NOT doing anything untoward, but if she WERE*, Matt wouldn’t necessarily know about it and if someone came HERE, to KCL, and used a credit card to buy pro I guess it is possible that card number could MAYBE also show up on JediKelly’s page. Hell, what the fuck do I know??
Anyway, do y’all feel like I sort of do, that where there is smoke, there might be fire, and the guy might be a perverted shitheap? Or, do you feel like I ALSO sort of do, that it was a misunderstanding and he has done his time??
And if you feel like he is a child predator, should he be allowed in the States to play this gig??
*she totally is not
Written on January 30th, 2010
While I was reading your post, that goddamned Tanya somehow slipped past my eagle eye and got in her car and drove down the street.
How could I have missed her exit??
I have no idea if she fell or not, and it is all Claire’s fault.
So, kids, let’s all thank Claire for ruining my good time.
THANKS CLAIRE!!!!!!!!!
Written on January 30th, 2010
I am sitting at the desk in our office, with a clear view out the front windows.
That stupid chick is on her front porch with a fucking BLOW DRYER. She is literally blow drying her porch and sidewalk.
God, she’s dumb.
This snow is all powder. You could sweep it off with a broom, like I intend to if we need to go anywhere.
Would it be too much to ask for just one little electrical shock?? Not enough to kill her, of course, but just enough that I could actually watch her jump, and maybe see her hair stand on end.
I don’t ask for much, yo.
It’s been about twenty minutes, and she is working on her wrought iron patio furniture now.
What the hell is the point?
Her sidewalk is still snow covered, and from what I can see, her porch is, too. Her car is completely covered, but she is going to risk being shocked for a couple lousy chairs???
God, she’s dumb.
Okay, I have to figure out how to take video with our camera.
Y’all are not going to believe this shit, and I want proof that I am telling the truth.
She has apparently given up on the hair dryer approach, and is instead pouring water on her sidewalk. I assume it is hot water, and her intention is to melt the snow.
Hey Tanya–guess what?? It’s 14 degrees outside, you fucking moron. Know what happens when water freezes???
God, she’s dumb.
I am not leaving my post here at the window until I see her try to walk on the sidewalk. I am going to get the camera and make practice videos, and I will be armed and ready to get footage of her slipping and falling and busting her ass. I will then have to wait until Matt gets home to post it, but post it I WILL, and you can all enjoy a good laugh at Dumb Tanya’s expense. Ordinarily, I never laugh when someone falls. I just don’t see the humor in it. But, this is Tanya, and she is CREATING the slippery conditions. It’s Darwinism, folks.
**please fall, please fall, please fall**
Stay tuned.
Written on January 30th, 2010
Can I get an, “Amen”?????
We have about five inches so far, and the snow is positively dumping down. It is supposed to snow steadily until late tonight.
I’d take a picture, but Matt isn’t here to post it so there is no point. Just take my word for it that our street, yard, cars, etc are totally covered and it is only going to get worse. I fear our yard will look like Blackbird’s did a couple weeks ago.
Everyone out there who is also dealing with this shit, be careful and stay warm!!!
Altogether now: FUCK WINTER!!!!!!!!!!
I say we all go crash with SugarandSpice.
Written on January 29th, 2010
…but I do know THIS: the day one of my children flips me off, calls me a cunt, and pushes me down is the day that little fucker is out the goddamned door.
Seriously, I should never watch SuperNanny, and SuperManny is even worse.
I never claimed to be Mother of the Year, and my kids are young yet. God only knows what we have in store for us, but I honestly feel like we have a good groundwork with at least the girls. If this proves to be wrong, in ten years, then you can laugh all you want. But, the girls respect us and treat us thusly, and show other adults respect. Autumn may hate my guts half the time, and she is free to share her disgust with me…so long as it is a conversation and not a tantrum like a two year old will throw. I am not having that shit. The time will come, I am sure, that they are out of control and need to be reined in, and I will hear a lot more mouth than I want to hear–but hitting me? Calling me a CUNT? Hell to the no.
Even now, as an almost 40 year old woman, the very thought of doing ANY of that shit to either of my parents makes my skin crawl, because I know there would be hell to fucking pay.
I can joke with my mom about her being a bitch, but I know my place: she is my MOTHER, and I know when to quit. I fully expect that same crap from Autumn, and when she is my age and if she wants to call me a bitch, in jest, then she can do it.
Until then, they will watch their fucking mouths and do as they are told, and that is all there is to that shit.
And, I will keep reinforcing and rewarding their good behavior.
It’s worked so far, so we’ll see how it goes during the next decade.
Written on January 29th, 2010
Matt is gone, and the girls will be gone. Brad will be in bed by seven, if the fates are smiling.
What will I do?
Read the same David Sedaris book I have already read a hundred times?
Watch “Supernanny”?
Or, dick around on KCL?
I think we all know which one I will choose.
Any of y’all gonna be around??
If anyone has any good ideas for fun, lay em on me. Otherwise, I will probably wind up watching Jo help a couple of morons who never should have had kids in the first fucking place get their little brats under control.
Please, tell me there are better options.
Written on January 28th, 2010
1) The video camera was apparently broken, so the tape can’t be retrieved. (convenient) They are “working as hard as they can” to get the tape, but feel certain that even if they can get it, it probably wasn’t recording. Why? “Because it’s been so cold.” I asked if this happens often, and the superintendent of busses said, “Oh no–98% of the time they work just fine.” I said, “Even when it’s cold???” and he said, “You bet.”
2) The Superintendent’s policy is to NEVER allow the schools to show the videos. Any parent who wants to see the tapes must go through her, and she rarely allows it. (she hasn’t met my girl Ange, yet…but she will.)
3) The boy who hit Laurel is not in the fifth grade. He is in the 7th. The bus driver feels pretty sure that he did not just walk up to her and slug her, but was screwing around and acting like a dumbass and her face got in the way of his swinging fist. That is exactly what I have said all along–but I added that he better hope like hell he did NOT just punch her.
4) The principal has still not called me. Brad is asleep so I can’t go there just yet. But, I will.
5) The paid monitors on the bus are taught to never discipline/interfere with any kids except for the preschoolers. When Laurel complained about being bullied, the monitor yelled at her to shut up and sit down. If she musn’t interfere, then it is unfair to yell at one kid and not the other. I was told that from now on, Laurel should get out of her seat and go tell the bus driver, so that he can stop the bus and handle the situation. I was also told that these monitors aren’t paid much, so they can’t/won’t handle anything above the line of duty (preschoolers.)
6) My girl Ange is the fucking bomb. She advised me to begin with the school superintendent and see what I can get resolved, but let this woman know that I have an attorney, and will be consulting her. If nothing IS resolved, then Ange will step in. She feels it will be better if I take the more diplomatic approach first, and see what happens, but she is more than happy to take over if my efforts fail. She cited all kinds of cool laws and whatnot that I can use, so now I feel all smart and shit. 
Written on January 28th, 2010
That is how long these dicks have to return my numerous phone calls, or I will be at the school.
Everyone is passing my complaint off to everyone else–last I heard the poor bastard at the school bus garage was being given a message to call me.
Seems obvious to me that they HAVE reviewed the tapes, and don’t want to admit any liability or ruffle any feathers with the parents of the punk who hurt Laurel. I think they are hoping I will just let it go.
God help them.
Gotta go get on my “Power Mom” clothes now, and be ready to kick some fucking ass.
Written on January 28th, 2010
Ah, our wacky weathermen.
First, they do a “drive time live” segment and get busted actually AT the Krispy Kreme “to go” window.
Now, it is with a heavy heart that I must report they have created a video to the tune of the infamous song, “Pants on the Ground,” that was performed by an adorable old black dude on American Idol.
It is entitled….wait for it….”Snow on the Ground,” and is a safety message to drivers to be alert when there is snow on the ground.
Check it out.
http://bit.ly/9PeROr
Written on January 27th, 2010
I have told y’all before about the problems Laurel has on the school bus. She is such a polite kid and doesn’t want any shit from anyone, so she just sits there and reads her book or does her homework. She is in no way a problem, or an instigator. Some of these little fuckers just like to pick on her, because they know she won’t fight back, but will cry, instead.
So today I was waiting at the bus stop, as usual, to pick them up. Autumn and Laurel got off the bus and Laurel was holding a paper towel to her mouth. I grinned, because last time she did that it was because she had lost a tooth.
Autumn said, “Mom, Mr. Danny wants to talk to you.”
He is the bus driver.
I ran up to the bus and he walked down the bus steps and said, “I’m sorry.”
I asked WHY.
Then Autumn and a couple other kids started chiming in and said, “Because Jordan punched her in the mouth and he’s like in fifth grade!”
I looked at Danny and said, “What am I hearing? A FIFTH grader punched my second grade daughter in the FACE, Danny?”
Okay, this is not the same little fuckface fifth grader who tormented her endlessly last year. That kid was dealt with, after I got, yes, all EF on their ass. This new little fuckface is some fat kid who thinks it’s cute to pick on little kids.
Anyway, Danny said, “I am so sorry. I am going to take the bus back, and review the video tapes, because he said it was an accident.”
I said, “Danny, you know, there have been a LOT of accidents that have happened to Laurel this year, and all seem to happen while she is sitting quietly and doing what she is told. Can you tell me honestly that either of the girls have EVER been a problem on this bus? And if they HAVE, I damn well want to know about it, because I am not tolerating that nonsense from them.”
He replied, “No. They are great kids, and I am as sorry as can be.”
I told him that I understood his job was to get our kids safely from Point A to Point B and not breaking up skirmishes, and he said that if Laurel needed to go to the doctor or the dentist to go ahead and take her and the school would pay for it, because without even reviewing the tape, he felt sure that this little bastard was being a fucking punk. No, he didn’t call him that, but he did call him a “turd,” which I dig.
Laurel has a busted lip,. a scratch on her little sweet freckled check, and a tooth knocked loose.
And all this from an “accidental” sock to the face while she was engrossed in her Little House on the Prairie Book.
Danny told me that the principal or Superintendent will call me in the morning, and they have until 8:45 to do so, or I will be there unleashing fifty different kinds of fury that they have yet to see from me. They all think I am a lovely person, and I AM, damnit, unless you fuck with my kids or allow it to happen. Heads are going to fucking ROLL, starting with the mother of this little fuck who hurt my daughter.
And, I may go on and take her to the dentist and get this goddamned orthodontia started. So thanks for THAT, goddamned Nelson County School District.
For the record, I do NOT blame Danny, but I DO blame the TWO bus monitors who sat and did nothing while this happened, even after every kid on the bus was yelling at the little fuck who punched Laurel. They actually had headphones on. Another NICE fifth grader gave Laurel a paper towel to wipe up her face, and Autumn sat protectively next to her the rest of the ride.
I know the solution seems simple: have Autumn always sit next to her, because Autumn won’t take any shit from anyone or allow it to be bestowed on her sister unless SHE is the one doing it. But, she wants to sit with her BFF and I don’t want to force her to babysit. Laurel has her own friends she can sit with, but a fifth grade boy against a second grade girl is total bullshit no matter how you slice it.
I know one more thing: the parents of this little fuck are lucky Matt is out of town, because Matt would take off work (if he were in town) and get the name of the parents and go break some goddamned skulls. I haven’t even told him about it, and don’t plan to anytime soon, because he is SO busy in New York and there is no reason to get him worked up when there is nothing he can do.
It. Is. ON, mother fuckers.
Evilfury