so. yea. whatthehellever. back in the saddle again. the computer is fixed...working at night now....good way to get out of bedtime...and we have a new baby dog who's cute as fuck...and he keeps the children off the floors...heh. they really need to get the whole don't-run-past-the-dog-giggling-and-expect-him-not-to-chase-you thing down. because they run past the dog giggling, and he chases them. every. single. fucking. time.

so now they have this method of wandering through the house without actually touching the floors...the technique involves specially located chairs and walking on tables and counters in spite of a shouting admonishing mother. yep.

and there are only four more school days!!! can we get a hell yea!!! hell yea!!! i am so sick of trying to wake these rats up and dragging their asses up to school, not to mention the making of uneaten lunches. making lunches is fine...its the not eating of them that is not.

it prolly wouldn't be so bad if i didn't work at night and then have to drag said asses up to school. but it is.



oh yes. yes it is.

i miss my hard drive.

some days i would pay people to take my children away....today is one of those days...mind you, its still early enough, and, believe it or not, i AM a freaking optimist....things could change...or not...that remains to be seen.

mostly, i just wait until i am old and living with them. then i will shit my pants and throw food on the floor. i will also walk around naked and scream if they want me to do stuff.

i can't wait til i get old...but with my luck, the buggers will just throw me away to an old folks home and forget about me.

i'm kind of looking forward to my m-i-l getting old. she can come live here. i'll take care of her.....maybe...

actually, i'm waiting for the day when she phones to tell me she's broken a bone or something and could i please come down...of course i'll be 'too busy' - pay back's a bitch, just like your d-i-l...heh

so..yea....MY kids....the sweet petunias wouldn't get ready nicely and the 4 year old thinks its a great idea to whine/tantrum over a fucking glue stick. whiners get nothing and the mother gets beat....the brat thinks KICKING her mother will get her what she wants...as freaking if....right about as much as throwing fucking socks at me does...jaysus...

beer for breakfast would be nice right about now...

so. the coffeemaker has been replaced and i am now running on grinds again....and i doubt its the caffeine in coffee that gives the lovely buzz..it has to be something else, because, other than water, i don't drink anything that doesn't have caffeine...and nothing, but nothing, gives me that lovely buzz that i get from coffee. yep.

not much is going on around these parts...just getting ready for treasure mapping this sunday...it will be my third one, and i finally feel like i'm getting the hang of it...like just how specific to be or not be....verrrrrrrrrry exciting...to finally feel like you know what the hell you want out of life. yep.

td can suck it some more. the bitch ass letter...minus the actual identifiers.
...................
Re: Loan #fuck you

In mid-December, my spouse, c.o.b., contacted the f.u. Branch to enquire of our final amount owing as of the 28th December, 2007, as we wished to pay out the vehicle loan that was held with your institution. An official cheque was drawn up by our financial institution in the amount of $too fucking much, as per the amount he was given, and sent, along with an attached letter (which I have also attached in this email) instructing TD Canada Trust to pay out our loan and to contact them if this was insufficient. A stop payment was also placed on the account. No further contact was made from TD Canada Trust.

On both 4th and 18th January, 2008, $more money and $even more, respectively, was withdrawn on our paid out account. Our financial institution called back the monies on both occasions and placed another stop payment on the account. No contact was made from TD Canada Trust on either occasion.

27th March, 2008, Mrs. assmuncher, 1-866-666-6666, ext. 6666, phoned to inform us that we are outstanding in the amount of $more effin money on this account. To put it mildly, I was outraged and less than civil. I find it absolutely unacceptable that your organization can take THREE MONTHS to inform us that we are in arrears, especially after being given clear instruction on how to follow up if there were any problems regarding our account.

Please note, that at no time, other than the phone call on 27th Mar, were we ever sent ANY paperwork notifying us of any delinquency.

I also find it highly unacceptable that Mrs. assmuncher wanted US to provide proof of payment when all payment should clearly be on record with TD Canada Trust whom she represents.

I am less than pleased with how this has been dealt with. To take THREE MONTHS to inform someone of monies owing is not acceptable.

I expect that this WILL NOT be reflected negatively on our stellar credit ratings.

I would also like a copy of ALL posted transactions on this account, since we were approved for the loan, as beyond the initial ''welcome'' letter, we have not once received on item of correspondence.

Moi
my house
our town, and province, fuf ufu
666 - 666 - 6666

so. yea. two things.

one - td bank can suck it.

we had our truck loan through them, but paid it out AT THE END OF MOTHERFUCKINGDECEMBER. bank woman called five minutes ago to let me know we have xx amount outstanding...wtf? i [not so nicely] explained that when my husband called back in december to find out what the per diem owing would be on that day, he forwarded the info to OUR bank lady, who wrote them out the check, etc, etc....fast forward to january when the motherfuckers tried taking out an additional TWO payments...after a fucking stop payment had been put on that....i have fucking had it with them. someone needs to get their fucking shit together.

and two - as long as you say 'please,' you can have some pop.

yep. that's right. sweet sugary liquid. for the almost THREE year old nephew...mind you,they've been letting him sip pop since he was still on a bottle ... whatever.

it amuses me to no end how the b-i-l and his gf hover over the child...drives me batty, in fact, but whatever..i won't be surprised if he grows up to be a little too over-indulged...

[honestly...i can't believe how freaking judgmental i sound over what someone is doing with their own damned kid]

so....instead of cleaning this filthy fucking shithole...i'm playing scrabble...screwing around on ravelry...and doing not. much. else. at all....c'est la vie...

i've decided to resuscitate this crappy blog...mostly because i have nothing better to do with my time....i may even go read all this crap from when the grrls were truly wee...they're growing so quickly...where the fuck has all the time gone? so big and beautiful....and full of spite...heh...my little sassy asses.

the best thing was the other day when shann asked who had 'the stinkiest privates in the world' - right after wanting to know WHY privates stink...heh.. what a kid.

its only been three years since i've subjected blogger to my bitchiness...