Neece’s Pieces

I must admit that as much as I despise the CBD he definitely isn’t the worst one out there. I will, however, say that he still is scum and does many obnoxious things to get under my skin, but…at least he is a good father. And, although I am being forced to take his ass back to court for more child support, at least he is giving me some kind of dough.

But, right now, I am in the “I really want to throw hot tar at the CBD” mood right about now. And, only because I am shooting myself in the toe because I am too nice to that sucker.  So, Thanksgiving was my holiday this year, except he managed to manipulate the situation and get them that night all the way until Monday.  Which was fine because his family was in town and I know it is important that my monkeys spend time with them, BUT this selfish, son of a all things evil, has just screwed me by taking the monkeys away for a whole week for Christmas.

So, either I celebrate Christmas next Friday or the 28th. Thanks Pal.  And, to top it off, he’s bringing his new girlfriend with him to celebrate Christmas with MY monkeys. Don’t get me wrong, I actually like his girlfriend, but WTF? I think it is more important that his children spend some time with their mother instead of the fill in.

OK, enough about that. I know he’s a jack ass, but I guess I should be lucky that he isn’t trying to get out of his fatherly duties. There are a few CBDs out there that I know that should just be fixed completely and never procreate again. I just don’t understand why some men insist on having children when they don’t support mentally or financially the children they already have.

I’ll never get that.

Anyway, I’m off to write twenty pages for my finals. Wish me luck.

I have had about half of the semester to plan and work on my final project which is due next week.  And, true to my nature, I have not “started” it just yet.  That is not to say that I haven’t researched anything, I just haven’t written anything down. To top things off, I have a ten minute presentation tomorrow to discuss my project.

My project is on emergency planning in urban cities.  Which doesn’t sound so hard, but my professor wants it from an anthropological point of view, so that’s what is going to kick my butt. I have no idea what that is. But, I am going to have to hop to it and figure it out.

Let’s see how much I can actually find from now until tomorrow evening. I may just do a demo of what one should have with them in case of an emergency.

And, as always, if I get a bad grade, it will be my own fault. Ahhh, the joys of higher learning.

I must say that school moms are a breed of their own.  I will not, shall not talk bad about them.  But, I will say that sometimes, they’re kind of scary. 

There are two in particular at B-Wops’ school that take their roles very seriously.  And, before I continue I will throw out my disclaimer: Ahem…these two women are great women and awesome mothers.  I appreciate them greatly and all that they do to look after my child while he is actin’ a fool at school. I also will add that I am very fond of both of these women and enjoy speaking to them outside of their roles as school moms.

OK, with that being said, I will now say that these two moms are what the school bully is to the smaller kids on the yard. They’re mean, they bark orders, and they are pushy.

This morning, one of said school moms snapped at a little girl (who was standing with her mother) to hurry up and get inside because the bell had already rung. Now, I’m all for punctuality (theirs, not mine), but if a little girl is with her mother then what is the reason to demand something from that child?

All I’m saying is that school moms take on a whole different life from the regular mom who just has a child enrolled in the school. And, although these women volunteer to be on the campus, they assume the position of being on salary. And, what scares me…or makes me wonder, I should say is, aren’t these women worried about how their children feel with having such bossy moms? I mean, after all, these moms are direct reflections of their children, and if the other kids don’t like the moms,then how do they expect their children to have any friends?

I will admit that there is a little jealousy from my part because they can be completely involved in their child’s education and I cannot. I can only volunteer for small things.  I would, however, love to be at his school once a week, but because a) I’m poor and need my job, b) was stupid and never finished school, and c) would probably make some kids cry doesn’t allow me to be more active.

I just wonder that if at one point these school moms didn’t use such excessive force when they started or if it has always been like this.  I just wonder if I do ever get the chance (you know, if I get laid off and all) will I morph into that typical school mom who barks out orders to helpless children on the schoolyard.

I found out earlier this week that the City I work for is planning on doing another round of layoffs in its agencies.  And, being that I work for one of these city departments, I may be up for the chopping block.  My department is facing at least 100 lay offs, but nobody is really sure around here of the exact number.

I honestly don’t know what to think either.  I have only been in this current position for a year.  So, I may actually get the boot.  Pink slips are being sent home tomorrow. And, here is the crappiest part, if a position is getting eliminated, but a person has high seniority, they have the capability of bumping a lower senioritied person out of their position.  So, even if I do not get a pink slip, I may very well become jobless if somebody with more seniority vies for my job.

My boss keeps telling me not to worry and I’m trying my hardest not to. I guess I’m just going to have to wait and see.  But, if it happens it happens.  I already told my mom I may move back in with her if I do get laid off.  She’s not excited, but she’s at least willing to take the monkeys and me back in.

I also have already started thinking about different scenarios if I do get laid off.  Maybe I’d just go back to school full time and collect unemployment.  Or, maybe I lose like a million pounds, tone up, and go become a stripper to make money! Who knows.  I guess I’ll find out tomorrow.

One thing is for sure, I guess I should really stop blogging at work and be more productive.  I’ll start that tomorrow too.

Out of all of the years that I have been of legal age to drink alcohol, I have never really partied at a bar with my sisters.  When I was 21, I was fat and pregnant.  When I was 23, and my sister, Smell, was graduating from Law School and the celebrations were occuring, I was fat and pregnant and miserable. When Smell turned 30, and my whole family surprised her in LA, Pee and I fought so much that drinking and being merry was not on my mind.  Beating her with a stick was.

All I’m saying is that I have never really shared that bonding moment with my sisters.  Maybe because I am the youngest, but for some reason it has never really happened.  Not to say that I haven’t hung out with them separately at bars, but one) there’s always very minimal drinking on my part, and two) it is never the three of us.

Enter Friday night. (How come all of my fun always happens on Friday nights?) My sister Pee and her friend drove down to visit since she had missed Thanksgiving due to work. Plus, my mom had been watching her monkeys most of the week, so Pee was on a recon mission to swoop her kiddos too. Well, Smell had already been in town because of the holiday, and Thursday afternoon we made plans to head out to a bar when Pee and her girl showed up. I even recruited my bff, Gordo, to come out with us.

Before we headed to the bar/club, we decided to go get some sangria from a restaurant across the street. We left my mom’s early enough to be able to share one large pitcher of the magic elixer. Now, I don’t like red wine one bit, but sangria, that is a whole different story. Yum. And, yum.

My sisters are both lushes (they get it from their mama), so they were completely sober after the sangria, but me on the other hand, I was already red-faced. Anyway, we head across the street and let the wild rompous begin.

I really don’t remember how much we drank/danced. (And not that it was a lot, at least the drinking part, but there was just too much fun happening to keep track). I do however remember, going pee with a random stranger ( a female of course), dropping Gordo off at another bar after we left that one, dancing in the middle of the street, and realizing that my car had been at my mom’s house the entire time.

Saturday morning came by quick.  All of us were sore from dancing so much. But, to be honest with you, it was worth it.  I had the best time hanging out with my sisters. Smell even complimented Pee and I to my mom, saying that she has come to the realization that Pee will always be the better dancer, and I’ll always be funnier than her. (But she, my sister Smell, will always be the prettier one.  She didn’t say that, but it’s true.  So, seriously, I’d much rather be the pretty one than the funny one, so maybe it wasn’t a compliment after all. Hmmm.)

Anyway, what I am trying to say is that my sisters are amazing women. I mean, we all get on each other’s nerves (me, more than the others) but that’s what family is for. Right?

Growing up, we never had that sisterly connection.  Smell raised Pee and I, so there has always been that authoritive type of relationship with her instead of a sisterly kind. And, only until I got into high school did I really find out how cool of a person Smell was.  She became my friend instead of the older sister. It was definitely a weird, but beautiful transition. And, with Pee, well, we’ve always been like oil and water.  I still get yelled at instead of her, but I guess I can laugh at it.  Ha. Ha. But she’s been through a lot in her life, so I respect her for being strong and an awesome mom. And, if my monkeys ever act up, they’re going to Tia Pee’s Boot Camp.

After the debacle at Smell’s 30th birthday, my mom was pissed at me for starting shit between myself and Pee.  Although, I still stand strong on the fact that I was only defending myself, and it’s not my fault that I’m mouthy. Anyway, she had made a comment to me when she finally started speaking to me again (which was pretty hard since I was living with her at the time), saying that she wished that we were more like the mom and daughters in the movie, “Because I Said So.” Which really made me sad that my mom was so hurt by my “actions” (I say this in quotations because I still believe I’m innocent) that she started comparing us to a Mandy Moore movie.

Well, move over Mandy Moore.  This weekend, proved that my sisters and I can coexist.  All we need is some booty shaking music and some good ol’ sangria.