Saturday, October 15, 2005
Girl. . . Keep those things CLOSED!
Oh how I've been waiting for this one. We first discussed White Trash Lady several entries back, with the promise that we would revisit her when the time was right. Oh how the blogging gods have smiled upon ME.
Let's discuss Debbie. I first spotted her on moving day. This mid-30's woman with the trucker mouth, overwhelmingly large GMC Suburban, and a surprisingly decent figure. We actually met at my first home-owner's association; she's on the Board of Directors. This should tell you that she is not all together dumb; she has just made some dumb life choices. She has mostly been pleasant until today.
So I was applying my unfavorable baby puke brown paint on my door (also discussed in Flied Lice) when up comes Debbie.
"Please tell me you've been out here painting for the last hour and you witnessed my 14-year old wander away with my 2-year old", she says with an almost accusatory manner. I look at her and shrug as I've only been outside for roughly ten minutes. "Oh Great! These damn kids are going to give me a heart attack" she proclaims as she runs off.
Twenty minutes pass and she is called on her Motorola Sidekick--why a stay-at-home mom needs one of these is beyond me. The caller is one of her children walking around looking for her and she proclaims loud enough for all passersby to hear "I don't walk as fast as your sister who is running because she knows she will be annihilated".
I watch all of this transpire but dare not say anything for fear of annihilation.
A few hours pass, and as I prepare to go out for the weekend, I again run into Debbie looking for another child. She stops me.
"You're gonna love this. The girl took the two year old over to see the boy she likes so that she didn't have to wait. I'm sooooo gonna kill 'er". Again I have no reply.
She proceeds to tell me that there are 9 people living where she resides; a 1300 sf, 3 BR, 1.5 BA townhome: she, her husband, the 22-year old son and his 2-year old son, an 18-year old, a 16-year old, a 14 year-old, a 10-year old, and a 6-year old. There is also a 4-year old that is somehow related in another way.
OK Deb, I know you're pissed at your kids. But was it really all that bad? The girl could have just left the 2-year old unattended while she went off to fuck the boy she liked by herself.
Or is that what you're truly afraid of? That she'll make the same poor choices you once made. Actually, you have a 6-year old; you're still making these choices.
I would think you should commend your daughter for her willingness to babysit rather than babymake. Perhaps you should learn a few lessons on this yourself!
Let's discuss Debbie. I first spotted her on moving day. This mid-30's woman with the trucker mouth, overwhelmingly large GMC Suburban, and a surprisingly decent figure. We actually met at my first home-owner's association; she's on the Board of Directors. This should tell you that she is not all together dumb; she has just made some dumb life choices. She has mostly been pleasant until today.
So I was applying my unfavorable baby puke brown paint on my door (also discussed in Flied Lice) when up comes Debbie.
"Please tell me you've been out here painting for the last hour and you witnessed my 14-year old wander away with my 2-year old", she says with an almost accusatory manner. I look at her and shrug as I've only been outside for roughly ten minutes. "Oh Great! These damn kids are going to give me a heart attack" she proclaims as she runs off.
Twenty minutes pass and she is called on her Motorola Sidekick--why a stay-at-home mom needs one of these is beyond me. The caller is one of her children walking around looking for her and she proclaims loud enough for all passersby to hear "I don't walk as fast as your sister who is running because she knows she will be annihilated".
I watch all of this transpire but dare not say anything for fear of annihilation.
A few hours pass, and as I prepare to go out for the weekend, I again run into Debbie looking for another child. She stops me.
"You're gonna love this. The girl took the two year old over to see the boy she likes so that she didn't have to wait. I'm sooooo gonna kill 'er". Again I have no reply.
She proceeds to tell me that there are 9 people living where she resides; a 1300 sf, 3 BR, 1.5 BA townhome: she, her husband, the 22-year old son and his 2-year old son, an 18-year old, a 16-year old, a 14 year-old, a 10-year old, and a 6-year old. There is also a 4-year old that is somehow related in another way.
OK Deb, I know you're pissed at your kids. But was it really all that bad? The girl could have just left the 2-year old unattended while she went off to fuck the boy she liked by herself.
Or is that what you're truly afraid of? That she'll make the same poor choices you once made. Actually, you have a 6-year old; you're still making these choices.
I would think you should commend your daughter for her willingness to babysit rather than babymake. Perhaps you should learn a few lessons on this yourself!
# posted by Jay @ 8:54 PM 
