kyburg: (bad mommy)
So, back to school at lunchtime today to confront kid so out of control the school is discussing expulsion again.

We'll see if the Wrath of Mom has any effect - discussion or talking to or threatening or loss of privileges hasn't had much effect yet.

Rascal. Well, if he 'wants' to act out in class, I guess he 'wants' some consequences. Let's see if he makes the connection or not.

Or he just ends up in public school entirely and we go from there. He was just in the therapist's office last Friday - and still, nobody is talking medication or any other intervention so that's not the answer.

But I still suspect there's something peer-related going on, but this stuff has to stop first before anything else can be addressed. Honestly.

Speshial.
kyburg: (Default)
I do not - and never WANT to - understand the reasoning behind putting any part of your life in someone else's hands. Every time I did it - from the youngest age I can recall - it did not end well for me. Not age six, not age sixteen, not twenty-six...not ever.

And I've been married twice. No, that does not mean I can assume anything. The only thing I can predict is a lot of grief if either of us decides to quit and move to Tahiti without warning. Since neither of us are built that way, we both get up, go to work and make enough money to pay our way through life. (We kinda like it that way as well. Who knew.)

Nobody is going to do it for us. And even if by some fascinating set of circumstances that were to change? I'd ask for a lump sum payment and manage it myself.

Nobody. Nobody gets a single opportunity to run my life without my permission.

I ask for help. I negotiate every part of it. I anticipate, plan and execute just about every daily task. I am also very good at tap dancing, juggling and just plain bulldozing my way through whatever you want to toss at me. People say I think well 'outside the box.' Guys, every time I went to 'the box,' it was empty. Figure it out.

I do NOT expect anyone to make it all better for me.

I make conscious work out of being kind - because I know damn well if I don't, Life isn't going to fart it up out of the ground instead.

I try not to waste my time. Please don't be surprised if I'm succinct and blunt to the point of pain in my desire not to waste yours. I'm not nice to you when you ask what I think, and nice isn't going to help you improve. "This doesn't make sense, and it's unscannable." is not an bad place to start.

I have a nasty temper few people see anymore in full bloom. And I really don't think anyone deserves it, either. If ever I suspect you're going to get it - I'll leave, first. Not rushing out of the room slamming doors. Just...gone. Don't worry - it's all me. If I can't find a way to be around you, I won't be. That's MY responsbility. Nobody else's, including yours.

Up to that point? I'll gauge whether or not you're listening. Then I'll decide how much effort to put into it. I'm not everyone's cup of tea and really? I'm not into forcing myself on others. That's also not cool.

I throw people in the pool. You may be next.

Fer the love of mud...if I call the cops on you in fear of your life, I'll be either in the car waiting, or on the line with them while they're banging on your door - it won't anonymous and you sure as HELL will have me to deal with once things are sorted out. Believe it. No, I don't consider that much of a threat - and it's your life, after all. I'm not going to value it more than you do, dumbass. Could that be your problem?

It's the middle of October, and the horns and tail are showing. Today, you get the sharp end. Quit the whining and get your hands busy. Nobody is going to save you. You are going to have to save yourself, and I sure hope you had your Wheaties this moring. From here, it looks like you have your work cut out for you.

Working hard works. It's the only constant I've known in my life. Got an issue? Throw some effort at it (and use some smarts, too, m'kay?) - and accept it may not be what you want at the end. That also shows some smarts and maturity, too. I'll be watching for it.

Now, to just get people to return phone calls. THAT would be something today, lemme tellya.
kyburg: (Default)
I do not - and never WANT to - understand the reasoning behind putting any part of your life in someone else's hands. Every time I did it - from the youngest age I can recall - it did not end well for me. Not age six, not age sixteen, not twenty-six...not ever.

And I've been married twice. No, that does not mean I can assume anything. The only thing I can predict is a lot of grief if either of us decides to quit and move to Tahiti without warning. Since neither of us are built that way, we both get up, go to work and make enough money to pay our way through life. (We kinda like it that way as well. Who knew.)

Nobody is going to do it for us. And even if by some fascinating set of circumstances that were to change? I'd ask for a lump sum payment and manage it myself.

Nobody. Nobody gets a single opportunity to run my life without my permission.

I ask for help. I negotiate every part of it. I anticipate, plan and execute just about every daily task. I am also very good at tap dancing, juggling and just plain bulldozing my way through whatever you want to toss at me. People say I think well 'outside the box.' Guys, every time I went to 'the box,' it was empty. Figure it out.

I do NOT expect anyone to make it all better for me.

I make conscious work out of being kind - because I know damn well if I don't, Life isn't going to fart it up out of the ground instead.

I try not to waste my time. Please don't be surprised if I'm succinct and blunt to the point of pain in my desire not to waste yours. I'm not nice to you when you ask what I think, and nice isn't going to help you improve. "This doesn't make sense, and it's unscannable." is not an bad place to start.

I have a nasty temper few people see anymore in full bloom. And I really don't think anyone deserves it, either. If ever I suspect you're going to get it - I'll leave, first. Not rushing out of the room slamming doors. Just...gone. Don't worry - it's all me. If I can't find a way to be around you, I won't be. That's MY responsbility. Nobody else's, including yours.

Up to that point? I'll gauge whether or not you're listening. Then I'll decide how much effort to put into it. I'm not everyone's cup of tea and really? I'm not into forcing myself on others. That's also not cool.

I throw people in the pool. You may be next.

Fer the love of mud...if I call the cops on you in fear of your life, I'll be either in the car waiting, or on the line with them while they're banging on your door - it won't anonymous and you sure as HELL will have me to deal with once things are sorted out. Believe it. No, I don't consider that much of a threat - and it's your life, after all. I'm not going to value it more than you do, dumbass. Could that be your problem?

It's the middle of October, and the horns and tail are showing. Today, you get the sharp end. Quit the whining and get your hands busy. Nobody is going to save you. You are going to have to save yourself, and I sure hope you had your Wheaties this moring. From here, it looks like you have your work cut out for you.

Working hard works. It's the only constant I've known in my life. Got an issue? Throw some effort at it (and use some smarts, too, m'kay?) - and accept it may not be what you want at the end. That also shows some smarts and maturity, too. I'll be watching for it.

Now, to just get people to return phone calls. THAT would be something today, lemme tellya.
kyburg: (Default)
I do not - and never WANT to - understand the reasoning behind putting any part of your life in someone else's hands. Every time I did it - from the youngest age I can recall - it did not end well for me. Not age six, not age sixteen, not twenty-six...not ever.

And I've been married twice. No, that does not mean I can assume anything. The only thing I can predict is a lot of grief if either of us decides to quit and move to Tahiti without warning. Since neither of us are built that way, we both get up, go to work and make enough money to pay our way through life. (We kinda like it that way as well. Who knew.)

Nobody is going to do it for us. And even if by some fascinating set of circumstances that were to change? I'd ask for a lump sum payment and manage it myself.

Nobody. Nobody gets a single opportunity to run my life without my permission.

I ask for help. I negotiate every part of it. I anticipate, plan and execute just about every daily task. I am also very good at tap dancing, juggling and just plain bulldozing my way through whatever you want to toss at me. People say I think well 'outside the box.' Guys, every time I went to 'the box,' it was empty. Figure it out.

I do NOT expect anyone to make it all better for me.

I make conscious work out of being kind - because I know damn well if I don't, Life isn't going to fart it up out of the ground instead.

I try not to waste my time. Please don't be surprised if I'm succinct and blunt to the point of pain in my desire not to waste yours. I'm not nice to you when you ask what I think, and nice isn't going to help you improve. "This doesn't make sense, and it's unscannable." is not an bad place to start.

I have a nasty temper few people see anymore in full bloom. And I really don't think anyone deserves it, either. If ever I suspect you're going to get it - I'll leave, first. Not rushing out of the room slamming doors. Just...gone. Don't worry - it's all me. If I can't find a way to be around you, I won't be. That's MY responsbility. Nobody else's, including yours.

Up to that point? I'll gauge whether or not you're listening. Then I'll decide how much effort to put into it. I'm not everyone's cup of tea and really? I'm not into forcing myself on others. That's also not cool.

I throw people in the pool. You may be next.

Fer the love of mud...if I call the cops on you in fear of your life, I'll be either in the car waiting, or on the line with them while they're banging on your door - it won't anonymous and you sure as HELL will have me to deal with once things are sorted out. Believe it. No, I don't consider that much of a threat - and it's your life, after all. I'm not going to value it more than you do, dumbass. Could that be your problem?

It's the middle of October, and the horns and tail are showing. Today, you get the sharp end. Quit the whining and get your hands busy. Nobody is going to save you. You are going to have to save yourself, and I sure hope you had your Wheaties this moring. From here, it looks like you have your work cut out for you.

Working hard works. It's the only constant I've known in my life. Got an issue? Throw some effort at it (and use some smarts, too, m'kay?) - and accept it may not be what you want at the end. That also shows some smarts and maturity, too. I'll be watching for it.

Now, to just get people to return phone calls. THAT would be something today, lemme tellya.
kyburg: (Default)
Went to class, discovered that someone I had crossed words with via posts to our agency's ML really was quite more than miffed with me (uncomfortable does not quite describe class under those circumstances. Woman might as well have been staring daggers at me the entire time)...could NOT get to tea, so had to cancel...could then NOT get HOME in time to make the party....so I went out and indulged in retail therapy and picked up a copy of Meet The Robinsons while at Costco.

Oh. My. GHAD.

(I was also able to get two copies of the Mother Jones magazine itself with the "Did I Steal My Daughter" article in it - one for me, one for the agency.)

It was the perfect way to end this horrible day. And probably the first "adoption" story I've got on my shelves that touches on the biological parents as well as the adoptive ones, with equal weight. Satisfactorily? Well. It's one story. By itself, not a chance. As one story among many, yes. Very yes.

Breaking dancing T-Rex? FOR THE WIN.

Here's hoping for a more cooperative day tomorrow.
kyburg: (Default)
Went to class, discovered that someone I had crossed words with via posts to our agency's ML really was quite more than miffed with me (uncomfortable does not quite describe class under those circumstances. Woman might as well have been staring daggers at me the entire time)...could NOT get to tea, so had to cancel...could then NOT get HOME in time to make the party....so I went out and indulged in retail therapy and picked up a copy of Meet The Robinsons while at Costco.

Oh. My. GHAD.

(I was also able to get two copies of the Mother Jones magazine itself with the "Did I Steal My Daughter" article in it - one for me, one for the agency.)

It was the perfect way to end this horrible day. And probably the first "adoption" story I've got on my shelves that touches on the biological parents as well as the adoptive ones, with equal weight. Satisfactorily? Well. It's one story. By itself, not a chance. As one story among many, yes. Very yes.

Breaking dancing T-Rex? FOR THE WIN.

Here's hoping for a more cooperative day tomorrow.
kyburg: (Default)
Went to class, discovered that someone I had crossed words with via posts to our agency's ML really was quite more than miffed with me (uncomfortable does not quite describe class under those circumstances. Woman might as well have been staring daggers at me the entire time)...could NOT get to tea, so had to cancel...could then NOT get HOME in time to make the party....so I went out and indulged in retail therapy and picked up a copy of Meet The Robinsons while at Costco.

Oh. My. GHAD.

(I was also able to get two copies of the Mother Jones magazine itself with the "Did I Steal My Daughter" article in it - one for me, one for the agency.)

It was the perfect way to end this horrible day. And probably the first "adoption" story I've got on my shelves that touches on the biological parents as well as the adoptive ones, with equal weight. Satisfactorily? Well. It's one story. By itself, not a chance. As one story among many, yes. Very yes.

Breaking dancing T-Rex? FOR THE WIN.

Here's hoping for a more cooperative day tomorrow.

*humms*

Jun. 20th, 2006 04:49 pm
kyburg: (Default)
*Takes a really stinky, ugly fish*

*Writes 'June 20, 2006' on it with a Sharpie*

*Throws it into a barrel of water.*

*Shoots it.*

Honest. That's how much the day sucked. Loud enough for you to hear? Right.

*humms*

Jun. 20th, 2006 04:49 pm
kyburg: (AUGH)
*Takes a really stinky, ugly fish*

*Writes 'June 20, 2006' on it with a Sharpie*

*Throws it into a barrel of water.*

*Shoots it.*

Honest. That's how much the day sucked. Loud enough for you to hear? Right.

*humms*

Jun. 20th, 2006 04:49 pm
kyburg: (AUGH)
*Takes a really stinky, ugly fish*

*Writes 'June 20, 2006' on it with a Sharpie*

*Throws it into a barrel of water.*

*Shoots it.*

Honest. That's how much the day sucked. Loud enough for you to hear? Right.

Profile

kyburg: (Default)
kyburg

March 2021

S M T W T F S
  1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 1213
14151617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 20th, 2025 03:47 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios