Dang! Another one…

That child of mine…The Girl this time.  Well, I received an email from The Girl’s science teacher telling me that The Girl’s project was missing lots of key elements…making her grade a C.  The Girl now has until Valentine’s Day to get in the missing work in order to bring up the project grade.

I am so tired of that child THINKING that I fell off the turnip truck.  I had a feeling that she didn’t do what she was supposed to do, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t do the work for her.  She procrastinated and bullshitted around until the last minute resulting in a Science project that has a D for a grade.  It feels good to know that my husband got the email as well…I am so tired of dealing with one thing after another with these kids.  I have seriously washed my hands of some things and The Girl and her schoolwork is one of them.  I wonder what her excuse will be this time?? It will be a good one, better be anyway…

Moving on (my blood pressure is going up)

I have success in locating HIGH SPEED INTERNET.  (Doing the Snoopy Dance)  I have looked high and low with no success.  I was about to pony up the money for DirectWay (satellite Internet access…high as giraffe nani) when something told me to call the cable company again.  I am kicking myself in the ass for getting Direct TV because I could have gotten the cable and the High Speed Internet for about the same price that I am paying for Direct TV.  Anyway…I am getting High Speed Cable Internet installed on Sunday.  No more freaking dial up.  I can download things, use my Internet telephone and I can finally get rid of AOL.  I was going to put the Internet in The Girl’s room but after this foolishness I will not.  It saves me money…

I am posting from work (via email) so I am going to wrap this up.  It has been eventful today…two cashiers were caught “Sweethearting”.  That is when you go to a friend of yours and have them ring you up.  The person ringing you up doesn’t scan everything so it is in fact shoplifting.  The young ladies had two full baskets of groceries…totaling to over 250.00 and the girl only paid 70.00 for it.  Terrible.  Not worth the aggravation or the blackballing from the Commissary.  It gets better.  The MPs had to be called.  There was no way around that fact…and I guess there is only one Investigator in the MP station. Imagine the look on my face when I greet the MPs and the dude that picked up my son is the same person that came here to pick up the cashiers.  He looked at me…I looked at him…and the only thing that I could say was “It’s not me or anyone in the family.  Trust me I don’t have a theft ring set up!”  He started to laugh and that made me feel better…makes me want to go home and throw The Boy out of the window.  It is the little things that set me off…

Hey!  It is time for me to get off work.  I hope tomorrow will be okay.  I have to come in at 0700 and it looks like it will be a long day for me.

I will be back later…

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