Posted by: Bow Down
Our company is currently hiring. As some of you know, I take my son to work with me. He is two. A young boy 20 years old came in to apply. My boss/mom was there. She says that he looked like a normal quiet 20 year old boy. She was going through his application when she noticed that he had been convicted of a felony. Then she noticed what he wrote:
If yes please describe: Convicted of possesion of child pornoghraphy
WHAT!!!!
My boss immedietly asks him to elaborate. He says that he was downloading pictures on day and his mom walked in. She called the cops on him and he was convicted. My mom pressed further. He told her it children all the way as young as 3 and it wasn't just naked pictures. It was pictures of little girls whose family members, ie grandmas or moms, took the little girls to their uncles or grandpas house, and then let them have sex with them, in all of the doors, and took pictures posting it online for money.
My mom stopped him and said, "I'm sorry there is no way I'd be able to hire you as my two year old grandson comes to work with me every day." The boy replied that his parole officer wouldn't let him anyway.
I was actually pleased that this happend, becuase my parents have been trying to force me to put my child in day care for a while now. I keep refusing saying that he is not old enough to tell me what happened while he was there. I finally explained to my mom, that if this kids mom had never caught him, he could have EASILY walked into any day care and gotten a job. He is the right age, graduated, has been to school and is very smart. She finally understands now why I refuse to let my son just go be in the care of some young kids at a day care when he can't even come home and tell me what did or did not happen.
I can't believe this kid is even allowed out of jail right now. I'm disgusted!
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Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Advice time
Posted by: Bow Down
I am fairly new at this situation. I don’t frequently go to peoples houses for dinner. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason is I can’t handle not knowing their hygiene habits. I get super sick feeling if it doesn’t seem like they wash their dishes good or if they don’t wash their hands. However what I find the absolute worst is people with dogs. People don’t seem to think that they shouldn’t pet their nasty ass dog and then cook my dinner. This weekend I went to dinner with my husband and I was apprehensive for many reasons. I’ll get to the rest later but the first was their dogs. Aside from the fact that their dogs were jumping all up on me they were also licking all over their owner and she was petting them and touching their mouths. After that she walked over and put her hands in a bag of cheese and sprinkled it on the salad and then she touched the desert. She basically touched everything in the house with dog hands. I started to get itchy and I thought my throat was going to swell shut from the horror. The next day I was afraid I would cough up a fur ball. One friends said she would have asked if they were going to wash their hands, which I guess would have been fine, accept half the meal was already done and in the oven, I can’t make her go back and wash out the dog cooties from that meal you know.
My next problem was what if I don’t like it. In both of these situations what do I do? Do I force it down, say I’m just not feeling well but can I take it to go or what? The hardest part of all is when it’s not good but it’s not bad. Meaning it has no real flavor or taste or seasoning. Does a simple, it was good do, or am I supposed to gush over it or what? I love to cook. It’s my passion. It is important to me and I take pride in my meals. You can’t imagine how hard it is for me not to correct the meal. Imagine an English teacher sitting in a room full of people who have awful grammar. It is sooo hard not to correct them, well that is how it feels for me.
Finally, how do you go about telling someone your food preferences? How do I say, well my husband doesn’t eat this this or this and I don’t eat this this or that and still expect them to cook a meal for us. Ugggg.
I am fairly new at this situation. I don’t frequently go to peoples houses for dinner. There are a few reasons for this, but the main reason is I can’t handle not knowing their hygiene habits. I get super sick feeling if it doesn’t seem like they wash their dishes good or if they don’t wash their hands. However what I find the absolute worst is people with dogs. People don’t seem to think that they shouldn’t pet their nasty ass dog and then cook my dinner. This weekend I went to dinner with my husband and I was apprehensive for many reasons. I’ll get to the rest later but the first was their dogs. Aside from the fact that their dogs were jumping all up on me they were also licking all over their owner and she was petting them and touching their mouths. After that she walked over and put her hands in a bag of cheese and sprinkled it on the salad and then she touched the desert. She basically touched everything in the house with dog hands. I started to get itchy and I thought my throat was going to swell shut from the horror. The next day I was afraid I would cough up a fur ball. One friends said she would have asked if they were going to wash their hands, which I guess would have been fine, accept half the meal was already done and in the oven, I can’t make her go back and wash out the dog cooties from that meal you know.
My next problem was what if I don’t like it. In both of these situations what do I do? Do I force it down, say I’m just not feeling well but can I take it to go or what? The hardest part of all is when it’s not good but it’s not bad. Meaning it has no real flavor or taste or seasoning. Does a simple, it was good do, or am I supposed to gush over it or what? I love to cook. It’s my passion. It is important to me and I take pride in my meals. You can’t imagine how hard it is for me not to correct the meal. Imagine an English teacher sitting in a room full of people who have awful grammar. It is sooo hard not to correct them, well that is how it feels for me.
Finally, how do you go about telling someone your food preferences? How do I say, well my husband doesn’t eat this this or this and I don’t eat this this or that and still expect them to cook a meal for us. Ugggg.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Fucking family
Posted by: Bow Down.
You know, I've been writing a lot about my in laws on here. I only do it because they give me so much amo. My husband has this family member who doesn't live in our state. This person likes to drive to our city for a night, to get drunk and party. Usually this means they sit at my house getting trashed in the hours before, then go out, come stumbling home, waking me up and then leave in the morning. When they leave there are piles of beer cans, stains on the carpet, liquor bottles, a messy guest room and bathroom. I am sick of this. I am the most frustrated because to me, unless you are coming to town to see someone you shouldn't stay with them. I can understand once but 4-5 times now this person has come here for no reason other then to party. Not to spend time with us, or hang out just to party. If all you are doing is coming here to party then go stay somewhere else.
My husband’s parents do this shit to. I've mentioned his mom does the dishes (ick) but that is it. Her idea of cleaning doesn't include wiping counters or putting away plates of food or generally doing any actual cleaning at all. This means that last time they left, I had stains all over my white counters, plates of food left out and so on. I was totally appalled.
And although they always say they are coming here with the intentions of seeing the family they never actually spend any time with the family. Instead they rush through family time so they can run off and gamble. In fact, last time they went so far as to invite my parents over for breakfast the next morning and then wake up and be so ancy to go gamble they tried to skip breakfast all together and just go to the casino. After seeing that I clearly needed to eat, and one other family member needed to eat to take his meds, they said fine we can eat at the casino, and never thought to call and cancel with my parents. (i would have done so but I was unaware of the invite until three days later). After breakfast two of them were so busy gambling they couldn't even come give us a proper goodbye. So they hadn't seen their grandson in 6+ months I think closer to 8 but it was more important to gamble then to come and say good-bye.
On top of all of this, the only time they come to visit us is on our sons birthday and then one other time for Christmas. Other then that they assume it is our responsibility to drive there and see them. We are young, can't afford that much gas money and time off work to drive there just to hear that his dad has to go fishing and his mom has to go out with her friends. In the end it turns out to be a wasted trip because they end up spending zero time with my son and then the next thing I know we are paying for more gas and coming home leaving me thinking, what the fuck just happened.
The final straw though was this last birthday when they came up. They had the following complaints. The people who chose to sleep in the guest room really seriously complained that I did not have a flat sheet. Let me explain my guest bed to you. When I was little we were poor and I slept on one of those little kid fold out couches as a bed. When I was in 8th grade my parents started a business and came into some money. The first thing they bought me was a bed. It is a queen size pillow top ultra comfy bed. Seriously people, I've had people ask to spend the night with me just to spend a night in this bed. On top of the bed, is a 600.00 feather bed (yes you read right). The cover on this is imported fabric from Italy aprx 800+ thread count Egyptian cotton and hand sewn together by Scandia Down (go ahead and check out that place some time, it is the best quality bedding ever). On top of that is a feather duvet, that also cost as much as a car. Again it is covered in the highest quality bedding. Since I had that, I have never felt it was necessary for a flat sheet as it would just get kicked to the bottom and the cover on that is so soft I would never ruin that by using a flat sheet. My pillowcases all match and are the same material. I have 4-5 sets of bedding for this bed so it gets washed after every visit, and generally I wash it if it sits for to long unused. So you can imagine how totally appalled I was when they had the nerve to complain about the bed. They told me the feather duvet was to heavy so I pulled out a plush Ralph Lauren quilt that I use in summer that cost me no less the $300.00 and is one of the damn softest things ever on the planet. They were appalled that I wanted them to use that with out a flat sheet, and they thought I should have washed it out of taking it down from the guest room closet, never mind it had been washed before being put there. Then his uncle complained about the pillowcase I gave him for his pillow. It was a fucking Hotel Collection 600 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Please tell me what the fuck you can find to complain about that. PLEASE! In the morning I was left with a destroyed guest bed, blankets all over my couch and pillows everywhere. Blankets on my floor, dirty counters, dirty kitchen table and a disgusting guest bathroom.
Then they wanted to take leftovers home with them. I have a bad habit of leaving my Tupperware at work and I only have two left in my house that my husband uses for his lunch. They gave me snarky looks and made snide comments because I suggested they put the food on a paper plate and cover it with foil for the trip home. What the fuck was I thinking!
Now let me tell you what would have happened if any single family member of mine had stayed over. The kitchen would have been left so immaculate it would put a cleaning service to shame. The bathroom would be so clean you could eat of the toilet seat. The guest sheets would have been washed and put back on the bed. The living room would have been immaculate. My fridge would have been cleaned out. My garage would have been cleaned and my carpets vacuumed.
You know, I've been writing a lot about my in laws on here. I only do it because they give me so much amo. My husband has this family member who doesn't live in our state. This person likes to drive to our city for a night, to get drunk and party. Usually this means they sit at my house getting trashed in the hours before, then go out, come stumbling home, waking me up and then leave in the morning. When they leave there are piles of beer cans, stains on the carpet, liquor bottles, a messy guest room and bathroom. I am sick of this. I am the most frustrated because to me, unless you are coming to town to see someone you shouldn't stay with them. I can understand once but 4-5 times now this person has come here for no reason other then to party. Not to spend time with us, or hang out just to party. If all you are doing is coming here to party then go stay somewhere else.
My husband’s parents do this shit to. I've mentioned his mom does the dishes (ick) but that is it. Her idea of cleaning doesn't include wiping counters or putting away plates of food or generally doing any actual cleaning at all. This means that last time they left, I had stains all over my white counters, plates of food left out and so on. I was totally appalled.
And although they always say they are coming here with the intentions of seeing the family they never actually spend any time with the family. Instead they rush through family time so they can run off and gamble. In fact, last time they went so far as to invite my parents over for breakfast the next morning and then wake up and be so ancy to go gamble they tried to skip breakfast all together and just go to the casino. After seeing that I clearly needed to eat, and one other family member needed to eat to take his meds, they said fine we can eat at the casino, and never thought to call and cancel with my parents. (i would have done so but I was unaware of the invite until three days later). After breakfast two of them were so busy gambling they couldn't even come give us a proper goodbye. So they hadn't seen their grandson in 6+ months I think closer to 8 but it was more important to gamble then to come and say good-bye.
On top of all of this, the only time they come to visit us is on our sons birthday and then one other time for Christmas. Other then that they assume it is our responsibility to drive there and see them. We are young, can't afford that much gas money and time off work to drive there just to hear that his dad has to go fishing and his mom has to go out with her friends. In the end it turns out to be a wasted trip because they end up spending zero time with my son and then the next thing I know we are paying for more gas and coming home leaving me thinking, what the fuck just happened.
The final straw though was this last birthday when they came up. They had the following complaints. The people who chose to sleep in the guest room really seriously complained that I did not have a flat sheet. Let me explain my guest bed to you. When I was little we were poor and I slept on one of those little kid fold out couches as a bed. When I was in 8th grade my parents started a business and came into some money. The first thing they bought me was a bed. It is a queen size pillow top ultra comfy bed. Seriously people, I've had people ask to spend the night with me just to spend a night in this bed. On top of the bed, is a 600.00 feather bed (yes you read right). The cover on this is imported fabric from Italy aprx 800+ thread count Egyptian cotton and hand sewn together by Scandia Down (go ahead and check out that place some time, it is the best quality bedding ever). On top of that is a feather duvet, that also cost as much as a car. Again it is covered in the highest quality bedding. Since I had that, I have never felt it was necessary for a flat sheet as it would just get kicked to the bottom and the cover on that is so soft I would never ruin that by using a flat sheet. My pillowcases all match and are the same material. I have 4-5 sets of bedding for this bed so it gets washed after every visit, and generally I wash it if it sits for to long unused. So you can imagine how totally appalled I was when they had the nerve to complain about the bed. They told me the feather duvet was to heavy so I pulled out a plush Ralph Lauren quilt that I use in summer that cost me no less the $300.00 and is one of the damn softest things ever on the planet. They were appalled that I wanted them to use that with out a flat sheet, and they thought I should have washed it out of taking it down from the guest room closet, never mind it had been washed before being put there. Then his uncle complained about the pillowcase I gave him for his pillow. It was a fucking Hotel Collection 600 thread count Egyptian cotton pillowcase. Please tell me what the fuck you can find to complain about that. PLEASE! In the morning I was left with a destroyed guest bed, blankets all over my couch and pillows everywhere. Blankets on my floor, dirty counters, dirty kitchen table and a disgusting guest bathroom.
Then they wanted to take leftovers home with them. I have a bad habit of leaving my Tupperware at work and I only have two left in my house that my husband uses for his lunch. They gave me snarky looks and made snide comments because I suggested they put the food on a paper plate and cover it with foil for the trip home. What the fuck was I thinking!
Now let me tell you what would have happened if any single family member of mine had stayed over. The kitchen would have been left so immaculate it would put a cleaning service to shame. The bathroom would be so clean you could eat of the toilet seat. The guest sheets would have been washed and put back on the bed. The living room would have been immaculate. My fridge would have been cleaned out. My garage would have been cleaned and my carpets vacuumed.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
More MIL
Posted by: Bow down
I can't believe I forgot to mentionn this yesterday. I am sort of a dusting and vacuuming freak. For me, vacuuming means first taking the hose off and going around EVERY EDGE of my house. Then getting under the couch and so on. Followed by vacuuming each room ultra thourough and making sure the vacuum lines appear in my carpet. Often times if I notice the canister is too full I will revacuum the room after dumping it, just to be sure. I usually dust weekly and you can often find me running to my laundry room to grab my swiffer duster for on the spot jobs I notice in passing.
This is why I was mortified the first time I visited my MIL's house. The first thing I noticed was that she doesn't appear to own a vacuum. So not only are the edges of her carpet gray and about an inch thick with dust, behind her furniture is soooo dusty there are now spider webs and dust bunnies that look as though there is a family of 4000 dust bunnies living and mating on a daily basis. If I was the type of person who got hives I would have broken out in hives upon seeing this.
You would think it couldn't get worse but it can. It appears she hasn't dusted since my husband was 12 and it was his job to dust. In fact, her trinkets are so caked with dust that you can't see the faces on them or the detail anymore. In her bathroom she has a doily on her toilet, the doily is so caked with dust you actually can't see the color of it anymore. The linolium where the toilet is, is lined in gray.
I wasn't sure how to take this so I asked my husband about it. He informed me that since she is old and in her fifties it was okay that she never cleaned anymore. I thought to myself great, only about 30 more years till I'm done with chores for good.
One day I was there and I got to witness her cleaning. She took an old dirty rag and wiped around some of the obvious stuff however, didn't wipe any of the trinkets or even move them. I was mortified by this. I had no idea how to respond. She has never dusted her picture frames, or the clock on her mantel or anything. Now if I was the sort of person to have allergies or freak out, I probably would have had to go to the hospital upon seeing this as it would cause me a major system shut down.
Yet, my husband has a fit if I leave mail on the counter or a pair of shoes out in the open. HUH!
I can't believe I forgot to mentionn this yesterday. I am sort of a dusting and vacuuming freak. For me, vacuuming means first taking the hose off and going around EVERY EDGE of my house. Then getting under the couch and so on. Followed by vacuuming each room ultra thourough and making sure the vacuum lines appear in my carpet. Often times if I notice the canister is too full I will revacuum the room after dumping it, just to be sure. I usually dust weekly and you can often find me running to my laundry room to grab my swiffer duster for on the spot jobs I notice in passing.
This is why I was mortified the first time I visited my MIL's house. The first thing I noticed was that she doesn't appear to own a vacuum. So not only are the edges of her carpet gray and about an inch thick with dust, behind her furniture is soooo dusty there are now spider webs and dust bunnies that look as though there is a family of 4000 dust bunnies living and mating on a daily basis. If I was the type of person who got hives I would have broken out in hives upon seeing this.
You would think it couldn't get worse but it can. It appears she hasn't dusted since my husband was 12 and it was his job to dust. In fact, her trinkets are so caked with dust that you can't see the faces on them or the detail anymore. In her bathroom she has a doily on her toilet, the doily is so caked with dust you actually can't see the color of it anymore. The linolium where the toilet is, is lined in gray.
I wasn't sure how to take this so I asked my husband about it. He informed me that since she is old and in her fifties it was okay that she never cleaned anymore. I thought to myself great, only about 30 more years till I'm done with chores for good.
One day I was there and I got to witness her cleaning. She took an old dirty rag and wiped around some of the obvious stuff however, didn't wipe any of the trinkets or even move them. I was mortified by this. I had no idea how to respond. She has never dusted her picture frames, or the clock on her mantel or anything. Now if I was the sort of person to have allergies or freak out, I probably would have had to go to the hospital upon seeing this as it would cause me a major system shut down.
Yet, my husband has a fit if I leave mail on the counter or a pair of shoes out in the open. HUH!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
MIL
Posted by: Bow Down
I've decided it might be fun to post things on here about my mother in law. So that’s a new segment I'm going to start. Today's little gem. DISHES! Omg people this woman’s dish doing capabilities freak me right out. Little scenario. In her kitchen there is a plastic tub next to her sink, visualize a large tub of ricotta cheese. In the tub is some grayish water. In the water is some soap (maybe if there is any left) and a sponge. Obviously this is cold water since there is no magic plastic tub heating mechanism, and obviously there is no drain so this water never gets cleaned.
Now lets walk over and put a dish in her sink. She will then walk over, grab said nasty sponge from the tub rub the dish, rinse it and call it a day.
Wait, lets rewind. She just pulled the sponge out of the stagnant water and washed the dish. Umm NO!
So can you now imagine why when she comes to my house I practically beg her not to do my dishes. I have this cute little frog dish that sits by my sink. After the sponge is used, and thoroughly rinsed and dried the sponge sits in the frog. So you can imagine my horror when she does my dishes and I find a little puddle of nasty water sitting there. If she comes to your house to do your dishes she will put some soap on the sponge and not resoap or wash the sponge till the end. Then she still doesn't wash the sponge she just sticks it full of water in her little puddle of water in my frog.
So help me God it makes me break out in hives. This means that when she leaves I will rewash every dish in my house by hand and then for extra hotness power shove them all in the dishwasher on screaming hot and re clean them ALL.
Soooo what about you, anything your MIL does to drive you fucking insane?
I've decided it might be fun to post things on here about my mother in law. So that’s a new segment I'm going to start. Today's little gem. DISHES! Omg people this woman’s dish doing capabilities freak me right out. Little scenario. In her kitchen there is a plastic tub next to her sink, visualize a large tub of ricotta cheese. In the tub is some grayish water. In the water is some soap (maybe if there is any left) and a sponge. Obviously this is cold water since there is no magic plastic tub heating mechanism, and obviously there is no drain so this water never gets cleaned.
Now lets walk over and put a dish in her sink. She will then walk over, grab said nasty sponge from the tub rub the dish, rinse it and call it a day.
Wait, lets rewind. She just pulled the sponge out of the stagnant water and washed the dish. Umm NO!
So can you now imagine why when she comes to my house I practically beg her not to do my dishes. I have this cute little frog dish that sits by my sink. After the sponge is used, and thoroughly rinsed and dried the sponge sits in the frog. So you can imagine my horror when she does my dishes and I find a little puddle of nasty water sitting there. If she comes to your house to do your dishes she will put some soap on the sponge and not resoap or wash the sponge till the end. Then she still doesn't wash the sponge she just sticks it full of water in her little puddle of water in my frog.
So help me God it makes me break out in hives. This means that when she leaves I will rewash every dish in my house by hand and then for extra hotness power shove them all in the dishwasher on screaming hot and re clean them ALL.
Soooo what about you, anything your MIL does to drive you fucking insane?
Monday, September 10, 2007
....ADMINISTRATOR FUCKERS!!!!!!!
Posted by: BOW DOWN
Let me introduce myself. I am the second administrator of this blog with Sassy. I have chosen to remain silent on this blog until now as I had nothing good to write about. But after this weekend you can bet all hell is going to rain down on this motherfucker. Some of you may have noticed that for right now this blog is viewable to blog authors only. The reason for that is I believe there is honor among theives or in this case honor among gossipers. This weekend I received a phone call from someone screaming at me over a post written by Funky Fresh. I was blamed for writing this post. I was also blamed for writing a post that was written by snowbunny because aparantly I'm five fucking people huh! After making it clear that I had not written that, the person who called me asked me to name all of you. AS FUCKING IF. You are all my bitches and the last thing I want is to blow anyones cover. I promptly said no, removed funky and told her she can return at a later time with a new name after this drama blows over and people aren't trying to desypher who is who. I informed this person that I am the other administrator ont this blog. That means that me and Sassy are like the God of this blog and shit is going to rain down if any one tries blowing any of our covers. I was more appalled to find out later that ANOTHER person who is not even an author on this blog was secretly reading and telling another person when things were being posted about them. You can believe this shit is not acceptable. First of all let me explain something to all of you. I probably know who most of you are. But like I said honor among gossipers however this honor does not roll over to piece of shit mother fuckers who come in and read this site and stir up shit. That being said, if you read this blog once it has been reopened and you in any way shape or form try and figure out who is who, get ANY author in trouble or fuck with any of us in anyway you can bet your ass I will publicly humiliate you so bad your momma will disown you! Is this shit understood. Don't temp me fuckers I'm a mean ass bitch and I just don't give a fuck. Like I said I chose to be silent on here and just watch the fun until some fucker felt it was necessary to call my house and fuck with me. So my secret gossip ladies, please let it be known this bitch has your back and I am going to fuck with the next person who tries in anyway to hurt any of us. Got it! So blog away bitches, and if I may make one request, make it dirtier and jucier then ever before just to fuck with the people who are jealous they aren't bad ass bitches like us!
Let me introduce myself. I am the second administrator of this blog with Sassy. I have chosen to remain silent on this blog until now as I had nothing good to write about. But after this weekend you can bet all hell is going to rain down on this motherfucker. Some of you may have noticed that for right now this blog is viewable to blog authors only. The reason for that is I believe there is honor among theives or in this case honor among gossipers. This weekend I received a phone call from someone screaming at me over a post written by Funky Fresh. I was blamed for writing this post. I was also blamed for writing a post that was written by snowbunny because aparantly I'm five fucking people huh! After making it clear that I had not written that, the person who called me asked me to name all of you. AS FUCKING IF. You are all my bitches and the last thing I want is to blow anyones cover. I promptly said no, removed funky and told her she can return at a later time with a new name after this drama blows over and people aren't trying to desypher who is who. I informed this person that I am the other administrator ont this blog. That means that me and Sassy are like the God of this blog and shit is going to rain down if any one tries blowing any of our covers. I was more appalled to find out later that ANOTHER person who is not even an author on this blog was secretly reading and telling another person when things were being posted about them. You can believe this shit is not acceptable. First of all let me explain something to all of you. I probably know who most of you are. But like I said honor among gossipers however this honor does not roll over to piece of shit mother fuckers who come in and read this site and stir up shit. That being said, if you read this blog once it has been reopened and you in any way shape or form try and figure out who is who, get ANY author in trouble or fuck with any of us in anyway you can bet your ass I will publicly humiliate you so bad your momma will disown you! Is this shit understood. Don't temp me fuckers I'm a mean ass bitch and I just don't give a fuck. Like I said I chose to be silent on here and just watch the fun until some fucker felt it was necessary to call my house and fuck with me. So my secret gossip ladies, please let it be known this bitch has your back and I am going to fuck with the next person who tries in anyway to hurt any of us. Got it! So blog away bitches, and if I may make one request, make it dirtier and jucier then ever before just to fuck with the people who are jealous they aren't bad ass bitches like us!
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