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Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Sunshine..My Ass

Well, once again I have another fucked up story to tell. My life is like a fucking carnival.

Last night the kids phone kept ringing ringing ringing..well I ignored it b/c I hate to talk on the phone..so..then MY phone rings. It is my step sons best friend Corey who lives down the street from. His mother is screaming at him in the background "Corey what is going on, who was it". He continues to tell me that Spencer has this girlfriend and she just called him at home saying that she had hitched a ride home with some Mexican guy and that he was kidnapping her.

"Corey, what girlfriend?" he says "Her name is Sunshine"

Ok..first of all, who the fuck is Sunshine? Second of all, why the fuck should I care? Third, Spencer is not here Corey.

Corey says ok well I just wanted to tell you about it. So, I hang up just bumfuzzled at what kind of stupid fuck names their kid SUNSHINE..

The kid phone continues to ring so I finally answer it in a stern voice-"HELLO"
"is spencer there?"
"NO, WHO IS THIS"
"this is sunshine"
"SUNSHINE, SPENCER IS NOT HERE AND EVEN IF HE WAS HE WOULDN'T BE TALKING TO YOU B/C HE IS GROUNDED"
"oh, okay maam, i am sorry, thank you"

Aww..how sweet she was on the phone. I wonder what trailer park she lives in.

My step son arrives home and I quiz him about the situation and of course I get a bunch of "I don't know what is going on because I am a lying sack of shit, sneaky teenager."

Well...Monty and I go to bed..we are chatting chatting chatting and I decide to get up to go smoke. Well what do I see to my fucking amazement sitting at my computer chatting with Sunshine? Yeh, you guessed it. It is now 10:30pm and he was suppose to be asleep 1 hour ago. So instead of ripping his fucking head off I calmy turn around and go back to the bedroom where I tell my husband that his son is out on the computer talking to Sunshine through IM. My husband gets dressed and goes out and hmmm...he is gone. Well, where does my husband find him but hiding in the stair case trying to pretend like he was sleep walking. NICE ONE SPENCER! You dumbass.

Keep in mind that our computer is password protected and I made up this password but was so scared that I would forget it that I made myself a nice obvious clue. Well I guess I made the clue so obvious that he figured it out.

No more Sunshine for him. He just got 3 more weeks of nice sit in his room and sulk time.

Did I mention that he is grounded to his room and that yesterday when Monty got home he met him on the road riding his bike. Yeh, nice.

My husband says he is being a normal teenager. I say I need a room at the Middle TN Mental Health Facility. Check me in please.

link | posted by Pissy Britches at Tuesday, January 25, 2005

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 11:55 AM~  

it's jt, that is just nuts, I still want to know what the deal was with the supposed kidnapping?? I do say he is being a normal teenager aside from this kidnapping thing, b/c I used to sneak and talk on the phone all night long when I was a teenager, I would always get caught b/c I would fall asleep on the phone and when my Mom would come to get me up she'd find the phone off the hook in my hand and she would be FURIOUS, I would be so mad, I'm like how is affecting you that I want to stay up and talk on the phone to my boyfriend off, I never understood why she would get so mad and not let me do it!!

Blogger Shelli commented at 1:26 PM~  

Oh we all snuck the phone when we were kids.... i always got caught, not because i'm stupid, just because I'm so fucken funny that I made myself laugh too loud.
I have no idea what to say just don't give up. Kids will be kids and it's very frustrating. His father needs to step up to the plate and be the disciplinarian!!
Btw, there is an empty bed next to me but they make you wear a straightjacket (well, me) thru dinner and eat with no hands!

Blogger Random and Odd commented at 7:12 PM~  

OH yeah, well my step daughter ate my jello!
Oh, I guess that isn't as bad huh? I guess I need to stop complaining....she did spill it on the floor though...does that make it any worse?

Blogger Pissy Britches commented at 8:14 AM~  

Umm..I would be happy to switch with you anyday! I don't need a boy going through puberty in my house. It is freaking me the hell out!

Blogger Tina commented at 8:47 PM~  

Hey want a roomate. We could go crazy together, and on Kristines behalf, I was at her house the other night, and she can come and share our room. We can all smoke and talk about anything but kids all day.

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