Bullcrapper all blown out..
So Yesterday I had a meeting with Teacher X and the Principal of the school, ready to deal with the problem at hand.. There I sat, with the Principal to my left and Teacher X to the right. Teacher X keeps trying to explain herself, she keeps telling me that she didn’t mean any harm, she keeps smiling at the principal. I don’t care. If there is anything my Dad taught me is this: Just because they think they are right, doesn’t mean you are wrong. So I allowed them to cover each others back, I sat back and watched them explain how they are only acting in the best interest of the children. I wanted to give them the opportunity to be heard, after all. I listened to them stumble over their words as they told me it had nothing to do with religion and...
Bullcrap blowing..
My youngest son comes home from school and announces that he no longer wants to listen to The Beatles, and that Hannah Montana has turned evil… O_o!?!? “Why not?” I asked him. He then proceeded to tell me how he was taught at school today about the evil in music and that track number 9 of the beatles when played backwards “Hails to Satan”… AND.JUST.LIKE.THAT.I.LOST.MY.TEMPER!!!! IN A BIG WAY! Is this the curriculum that has been set out for Grade 7 students this year? WTF is wrong with this teacher who feels entitled to spread such bullshit to impressionable kids? I phoned her, and she informed me that this is an exercise to educate the children on the influence of media and how not all of it is good and to watch out for the...
Different Eyes..
I had it all planned out.. Wake up early on Sat morning, and then Pack and Move, Pack and Move, Pack and Move and the some more Packing and Moving until Sunday evening whereby I can collapse in a dusty corner in the foetal position, clutching my packing tape until all consciousness evaporates … Then… life takes pity on my soul and decides to cut my extreme work ethic to a halt and show me the true meaning of life. I get a call from my BFF (QueenG) at 4am Sunday .. her daughter is in hospital. It is TIME! OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! ” OK! I will right there!” I wake SexyG up and he insists on driving to fetch QueenG and dropping us off at the hospital. I nod as I am still tired from the long day before… The drive is long, and I become...
My AWESOME feat for the day!
I turned this: into This!!! Yes! Drool and covet this wonderful masterpiece created by MOI! I gave it to SexyG so he can show it off to all his tjommies just how frikken cool he is with the keyboard wallet.. Can you Say AWESOME!!! P.S. If you want to be able to make your very own Keyboard wallet go here and follow ze instructions.. 1 person likes this...
Homicidal Bitches..
That’s what they are.. homicidal bitches. There is no other way to describe a mother who drives with her children bouncing around the car with no seat belt. When I see this on the road, I instantly lose my temper and have to do everything in my power not to follow her and deliver a *RFS. What the hell is wrong with people? If they have to suddenly stop or are involved in an accident, what do they think will happen to their child? Now I know that men do this too, and I am not being sexist or anything. But I expect more from a mother. I really do. I expect her to nurture, protect and care. I expect her to buckle her child up and secure her most precious cargo to the extreme. I don’t expect her to dump her child in the car and leave them to their own...
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