Miss KIA and Veggie Stick tales....

My daughters are something else.
This morning they bitched at each other and fought the entire time they were getting ready for school and during the ride.
Everyone else in the car, meaning me and the four boys that ride with us, were ready to throw them out into the ditch and drive off.
It's literally so bad some days that the boys have to take a moment to console themselves before going into the school.



That's no shit either. I swear one of them will have a nervous breakdown before he graduates or gets his driver's license.

The girls are oblivious to the way their arguing affects everyone around them. I've tried to explain to them that other people don't want to listen to them tear each other apart every morning. They just stare at me and say nothing. They might think about it...momentarily....but really...I don't think they can comprehend what I'm saying to them...


Who wants to listen to THIS every morning?!?!

Miss KIA says to Veggie Stick : That shirt makes you look like a slut.

Veggie Stick: Shut up *name*. You're just jealous because you're too fat to wear a shirt like this.

Miss KIA: No....*name*. I'm not fat. I have boobs, unlike you who makes Paris Hilton's boobs look like they're huge. You have to wear a padded bra so you can have SOMETHING to fill in the front of your shirt.

Veggie Stick: *NAME*...YOU'RE A BITCH! I DO HAVE BOOBS! Mine just aren't the size of basketballs!I don't look like I was supposed to be triplets but ended up with two of them mutating into breasts instead!!!

Miss KIA says:(keep in mind that she is gifted and taking AP classes)...HA!HA! BOOBIES!BOOBIES! BOOBIES! (she says this while bouncing up and down and turning in circles.)

This sends Veggie Stick into hysterics which only fuels Miss KIA to make more comments about boobies and shake her very large rack in Veggie Stick's face.

Miss KIA could kill Veggie Stick with one mighty blow of her "HA!HA! BOOBIES". One whack to the head and we'd have a coma patient at the very least. You should see the way Miss KIA manhandles her boyfriend....poor guy.



Have I mentioned that Miss KIA wants to be a surgeon?
Just thought I'd throw that one out there since you have a visual...

So yes...morning with the girls leave one feeling somewhat stressed out for hours afterward.

My son tries to stay in bed until they've left the house. He got up one morning and attempted to get into the bathroom before they were finished spackling their make-up on and it took me half an hour to calm him down enough to speak....



Morning are SO MUCH FUN!

On the bright side of things Mr.Man seems to be in a frisky mood and I might be able to use that to my advantage.



Do you think that's the result of too much coffee or the viagra I dropped into it?

BWAHAHAHA!!!

I'm going to make the word of the day...."dick". Feel free to yell and scream and jump up and down when anyone says it. You can use it in a combination word as well...like "dickhead"..."dickwad"..."dickface"...you know what I mean.

With that said, I need to get off here. I've been..ahem...negotiating...with parents who are unhappy with the way one of my volunteer organizations operates.
Whatever...rules are rules.
Yeah...I feel bad I can't do anything to change them, but they're established for a reason and even IF your kid is close to the cut off date, they had to choose a date for cut off.So there...

With that said...here's my mood for today...



I feel like a nag.
I've been blathering on and on about the rules and all that crap all week. I hate registration time. Then there's been the negotiating to get the girls to shut the hell up in the mornings...
Perhaps I should consider this past week as training for the "Bitch Olympics"?
Last but not least...I've been having to get on Little Beatle to get his ass in gear in the mornings.He's been late twice this week.HE COULD BE LATE EVERY MORNING BECAUSE HE WON'T MOVE HIS ASS BUT I MOVE AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT TO MOTIVATE IT OUT THE DOOR ON TIME....




And that...my friends...is why God gave us vodka.
Have a great weekend!