I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!

And well. Just wanted you to know that!

My Mom's on Drugs!

That is what I heard from my precious, innocent, 6 year old son a few weeks ago.
"Mommy I told Mrs. Goldsmith and Mrs. Beaman that you do drugs."
Me-"What? Why would you tell them THAT?!?!?"
Him-"Because you take drugs."
Me-"Um Trystan I do NOT do ANY drugs. WHY would you say that?"
Him-"We learned about drugs today. And cigarettes are drugs. So I told everyone you do drugs."

Ughhhh damn school! So hearing this I decided it was time to say good bye to my best friend that has been there with me through good times and bad, my precious cigarettes. I am on day 5 and for some reason it has been really easy! It has NEVER been this easy! It is probably because I am just so done with smoking and knew I had to quit that it was easier this time.

By the way, I do NOT use drugs.

Ughh I am DUMB!

So school started. I am now in week 3 and so far have had a pretty good grasp on all of it. Of course, it is only the 3rd week and now it starting to kick my ass a bit.
I don't have any trouble with time to do it, I have manged that pretty well. But I dont understand a lot of it. Not the material, I get that, but the words the teachers use to give assignments. Why do you have to use big damn words to say a simple thing? Why do I have to look up the word you are using to find out it means easy. Couldnt you just use that damn word to begin with and save us both time-me having to look it up and you having to search through a Thesaurus?
And then of course there is my American Politics class. We have to post on a discussion board through out the week on graded discussions. This one lady picks apart every single thing and asks 900 questions about one sentence. I understand it is a discussion but seriously, I can only answer your questions about the same damn sentence a few times before I want to kick you in the shin.
Just STFU already because I do not have the damn answer you are craving.

Day from hell part 2

First, let me remind you that today is Jan. 6. Keep that in mind while reading along.
So this morning I had to figure out that whole bank thing from yesterday.
Checked my Visa card this morning, the money was not returned on there.
Called the number on the back of the Visa card and they told me they will NOT release the hold on the money until FEBRUARY 17!!!!!!!!! See why i told you what todays date was? It's very important.
So because of that idiot yesterday they are holding hundreds of dollars for over a month!
They said to call my bank and have they call whatever number and they can release the hold.
Great.
Called them. Explained the situation and went over their mistake again. Told them they need to call this number. She puts me on hold and comes back to tell me that if I come into the bank with my ID, they can release the money immediately to me without having the hold taken off.
great!
So I just need to find my ID. Well I have come to the conclusion that my husband dropped it at the Bulls game last week. He had my ID and dropped his somewhere so I figure he had to have dropped mine too. Now I need another ID.
No biggie right?
WRONG!!
I had to find my social security card and birth certificate. it should be in the same place we keep all of the kids birth cert. and ss cards. Of course I cant find the envelope at all.
I completely throw shit all over the house looking for it. And of course the more time I spend looking for it, the more pissed off I get which means the bigger mess I make.
FINALLY I found it. Right where it should have been, I just didnt look good enough.
So we are off to the secretary of states office.
I checked before I left to make sure they take credit cards because I have no cash and they do.
Get there. Go through all the bull shit and all the lines. Finally get to the cashier only to find out they take every credit card EXCEPT Visa!!!!!!!!! All I have are Visa cards. Damn it.
Have to drive to an ATM to get the money.
Go back, get the ID. I looked mildly idiotic in my picture and for some reason have a really really big head.
So go to the bank so they can give me money.
I stand there with Trystan for 2 HOURS!!!!!!!! Finally after standing there forever, they inform me that they can't release the money to me. They were wrong. Bet ya didnt see that coming huh?
So they NOW need that number I wanted them to call earlier so we can get this shit behind us.
Well I had to volunteer at Trystan's school today and as a matter of fact we were already late and I still havent fed him lunch. AND the number is at home.
So I tell them I will call them in a little bit.
Go to Wendys to feed Trystan and discover my bank card is GONE!
I left it at the damn ATM when I was getting money for the ID.
By this point I lose it. I am missing hundreds of dollars because of that idiot at the bank. Now I lost my atm card. I have to go to Trystan's school and I drank all my water. Son of a bitch!
SO I am fighting back tears and get to T's school. Luckily i saw one of Trystans friends moms and begged her to please volunteer for me today and unload all my crap on her. She agrees to do it (THANK GOD) so I can get this bank crap figured out and get my bank card back.
Go home, call the bank, give them the number.
They call me back and tell me the funds have been released. I double check online and they are. WOuld have been nice if they would have just listened to me from the beginning but at this point, I am no longer expecting too much from anyone anymore.
Call the other bank that I left my card at and tell them I left it in the atm and I will be needing that back. They tell me it is their company policy since they are not the bank that issued the card that they have to destroy it. WTF?!?!?! I offer up my ID, my birth certificate, my social security card, a letter from my husband, my first born child etc. ANYTHING to get that damn card back.
Nope.
great now I need a new card. Thanks shit heads!
So that was my day. A full head ache and total bull shit.
Now I am hoping that we get enough snow to close school tomorrow so I can sleep past 7am.
Come on Mother Nature!

Happy get Your Head out of your ass day!

It's official, today is Get Your Head Out Of Your Ass day.
Hopefully it is a just a day or a week. Please DON'T let it be an entire year!
I have decided that every conversation I have I am going to ask the person where their head is? Up their ass? or on their shoulders?
"hi Can I help you?"
"Um that depends, is your head up your ass or on your shoulders?:
Catchy isn't it?
My day today I spent talking to people who's heads were so far up their ass that I am surprised I could hear their muffled ass voices.
Like child support, oh wonderful Illinois child support. How I despise you and everything you DON'T do.
Talked to them about the paternity option they are giving my daughter's "sperm donor".
There shouldn't be an option to question paternity because he signed a waiver of acknowledgement of paternity. Meaning he admitted he was in fact the piece of crap that donated the sperm for my lovely child.
He doesn't have the right to question it now.
So I asked them how do we get a copy of this form?
They reply "I don't know" Um ok then who would know?
They reply with their heads up their ass "We should have that on file but we don't have it. Do you know if we had it when you first filed?"
That was 14 YEARS ago dipshit, why don't YOU tell me?
Their response "well if he filled out the waiver, why did you fill out the paternity form?"
Um cause you gave it to me and told me to fill it out. So I did.
"Well because you filled that out, now he can question paternity. You shouldn't have filled it out."
Ok shit for brains, if I wasn't supposed to fill it out why did you hand it to me and tell me to fill it out. AND when I questioned WHY I had to fill it out, why did you tell me I had to have that form filled out to proceed? And now why are you telling me I was wrong to listen to YOUR instructions?
Oh yea that's right because your head is up your ass where it has permanently been for 14 years or more.

Then get off the phone with that dipshit and go to the bank to get money off of my visa card and put it in my bank account.
Again I should have questioned where the tellers head was but like a fool, I didn't. Who knows, maybe MY head is up my ass for not asking them.
While standing in line I realize that I don't have my ID on me. The lady greets me and I tell her I have to take money off of this card and put it in my bank account but I DO NOT HAVE MY ID on me. Can I still do that?
She says "Yes of course. How much do you want to take off this card?"
I tell her the amount, She walks over to her little machine. Puts in the advance amount. Comes back and says ok I need to see your ID. I tell her AGAIN, I do not have it remember? She says oh well then I cant do it.
Ok that is fine. I expected it.
She then told me she already took the money off of the card. WHAT?
But she would refund it and it should be there immediately.
OK fine.
Walk over to the ATM and it isn't there. Figured I probably have to give it a few minutes at least so I will come back later.
8 hours later.
Go back to the bank to get the money out of the ATM because I still cant find my ID. Oh guess what? money isn't there.
So of course I yell at the bank people with their heads up their asses. They think (keyword think) that the money should be back on their by tomorrow morning.
they aren't sure but that is what they think. Well thinking while your head is up your ass is never a good thing.
So HOPEFULLY it will be back on there tomorrow. Hopefully my rent check will not be presented to the bank until I get there. Hopefully if it does get there they will not bounce the check.
Hopefully tomorrow I will not have to deal with people that have their heads so far up their ass they can't think straight.
Hopefully.
Hello can I help you?
That depends is your head up your ass?

Tracey

Wow Child support

Wow 2010!
Happy New Year!!!!!!
Well I finally got a child support court date. It took 14 YEARS to get it. But I finally got it.

Now don't be fooled. I am not expecting to ever receive a payment. But the fact that an order will be legally filed that the douche bag does OWE money is really all I want and I know that is all I will really get.

The court date isn't until March 3rd. During that time I have to figure out how to go about getting back child support ordered. It is not MY fault that it took 14 years. I filed when Kayla was 2 days old with the Cook County child support enforcement agency. THEY did not do anything during that time to get a support order established. IF they would have given me a court date 14 years ago then he would have been held responsible for paying it.
Because we were never married (THANK GOD) the only way you can get child support is going through the state. I DID that. THEY failed to do anything. SO it makes sense to me that he should have to pay from the date I filed NOT the date they decided to do something, right?

I

I guess its a blog day.
Today I have to clean downstairs which downstairs is the kids play room. It's a mess. Well actually it's half a mess. When you look down the stairs from the living room, it looks very clean and organized down there. That is because you can only see one section. There are walls that block the view of the the entire room .You can only see one section from the top of the stairs. The kids have picked up on this. So when I tell them to clean downstairs, they clean that one section spotless. They move all the toys and crap to the sides of the room where the walls block the view. They have figured out that when they ask me to check it, I just look down the stairs. So they clean the part I can see. Smart kids.

I am going to have to start decorating for Christmas soon and that sucks. I have it in my head that if I put off decorating for as long as I can that will somehow slow down the month and give me more time to scrape some funds together. We usually have HUGE Christmas. I mean HUGE. Santa stacks the presents so the kids cant see the tree. He covers the tree from all sides. The kids are so amazed at this and of course it takes some skilled stacking to achieve this. As the kids get older, the gifts get smaller. making it even harder to cover the tree.
This year of course the money is not there. So as of right now I have no clue how the hell I am going to make a stack of presents, covering the tree from all sides, with 3 gifts. 3 shirts to be exact. That is what I am working with here. 3 shirt boxes.
The stress continues.