Married Leos

I got a chat from a buddy of mine today asking how old a child should be to be left alone at home.  So I tell him it depends on how long it is for, if its just a few minutes, maybe 10.  If its going to be a few hours then probably 12 years old.

He proceeds to tell me that he got a call from a co workers WIFE that the cops were at her house, because they left their 8 year old kid home all day alone.

Me: Why did they call you?

Buddy: I don’t know

Me: Why did you go over there, I would have said forget it?

Buddy:  The police were going to press charges and take the kid away so I caved.

Me: Where was the father?

Buddy: Back at work.

Me: Why didn’t she call him?

Buddy: Don’t know, maybe she did but since he just got this promotion yesterday he was afraid to ask to leave.

Me: That’s bullshit, family comes first always, especially if its their kid.

Buddy: Yeah it is and they got a pretty wierd situation going on there anyway.

So my buddy ended up going over there and talking to the cops and called someone else to come look after the kid about 30 minutes later.  The father never did leave work early to find out about his kid.

Where was the mother you ask?  Well she was out of the state.   And apparently they had been leaving him alone for awhile and just now got caught.  I wonder who is watching the kid today.

Ok so as the King previously wrote, his cousin was over helping dig the holes for the deck. The four younger kids were watching TV when the King and his cousin were done, the Big One and I were in my bedroom watching our soap.

The King runs up the stairs and says, What broke?” I said “I don’t know. I didn’t hear anything.” The Kings says he heard a glass brake, the sound of a window.  So he looks to see if any of the kids broke the windows in their rooms, I checked the main floor while the King and his cousin go to the basement. The King sees that someone had broke our escape window in our basement with a huge pink rock.

Both guys run outside to see if they see any kids running away, I too go out to see if I see anything, of course we don’t see not one person around. So we all go inside, I tell the King that I am going to call the cops so that they can finger print the rock, he laughs at me. I said “look, I want the punk or punks that broke our window to pay to get a new one!” I then decide to go back outside again, perhaps the kids that broke the window would sneek back to see what the damage was. So I peeked around our fence, maybe they were still hiding. Nope no one.

So I figured I would go to our neighbors behind us to see if maybe they saw kids running from our area. As I was just about to go towards the house directly behind us, I noticed a kid looking out his kitchen window at me, his house is diagnally from ours, to me he had a guilty look on his face.  So I said oh what the heck I will start with his house. So I go and knock on the door and the kid answers (still with a scared look), I asked him if his mom was home, he responded “no”, so I then ask if his father is home he replies hold on, a guy comes to the door and asks if he could help me, all the while this kid is standing there looking like he is ready to pee his pants. So I told him that someone had broken my window about 15 minutes ago and I was wondering if he had seen anyone running from my house. He quickly looks at the boy and says “didn’t you just come in 15 minutes ago?” The boy says, “no, I came in 30 minutes ago” The man says “oh I don’t think so, do you know anything about this lady’s window”? The kid replies “no”. I mention to the man that his boy was at my house playing with my boy and another friend earlier in the day, and I then asked the boy if he knew where my boy was, he said no but that all three boys went for a walk and that my son had wanted a pink rock from the house next door to this boy that looked like he had something to hide, and then he said that my boy was the one who broke the window. My first reaction? Yes it could very well be my son, I could see him do it. So as I was going to find my boy, the man told the boy that his story didn’t make any sense and that he would have his wife come to my house as soon as she came home and talked to their boy.

So I go looking for my boy and find him at the other kids house that was hanging out with him earlier. I told that kids mother that my son was in deep shit and told her why, she responded “oh no no no, your son and my son have been in my back yard for at least 30-40 minutes, her husband said the same thing, he was out in their back yard building his deck and said the boys could not have possibly broken the window. So I tell my boy to come with me and ask the mother if she could come too so that we can tell this man that our boys had an alibi.

So we approach the house and the man opens the door as we get closer, he states that his wife just got home and is talking to their son, I mention to him the where abouts of my son and his friend, then man says his wife will come out as soon as she is done talking to their son. Ok, fine no problem is my response. I walk to the front of my house and tell my husband that I think I have the found the person who broke our window.

As we are talking the scared boy and his mother come to our house, she introduces herself and states that her son admitted braking the window but that it was an accident. She continues her story stating that her son was coming to our house and tripped over our hose and that he fell toward our window where the rock was laying on top of the silver metal thing that is right infront of the escape window, (I cannot think of the name of that metal thing). I looked at her and thought to myself “are you fucking kidding me? You believe that story?” OMG!!! Of course I hate when parents always have in their conversations “oh my son/daughter would never do that, I HATE IT! Here I was going to beat the crap out of MY son because this ladys son said that my son did it, now he changed his story!! First of all the hose were nowhere near the escape window, so he didn’t trip on the hose, second there is no way that a rock that size would be able to balance itself on that metal thingy, IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!!!! So of course she says “well if its replacing it that you want us to do we will do it. NO SHIT DUMB ASS AND WHILE YOU ARE WRITING A CHECK TO PAY FOR MY WINDOW THAT YOUR SON DIDN’T BREAK ON PURPOSE I HAVE SWAMP LAND TO SELL YOUR ASS!!! My son proceeds to tell the kid that he knows he did it on purpose because the boy was mad at my son because he had wanted to play with a certain water gun that the third boy was playing with, so they had exchanged some words and the kid left, looking like he was on his way home. So this kid gets pissed at my son and he takes it out on my window, nice huh.

I called several places for estimates, and I cannot believe that no one likes business. Only one person called me back and gave me an estimate of $454.00, well I dont care what the price is this lady will be paying for it. The kid had his nerve to come back, this time with some other kids and he started pointed at my son, this lady has no idea how nasty I will get when it comes to protecting my young, her son needs to stay on his side of the block and stop crossing over to our yard. What the heck is wrong with parents believing that kind of story? I would have never believed that story from my son , not in a million years.

I was so determined to find out who did it and I am so glad that I didn’t stop looking. It felt like a needle in a hay stack in the beginning but at the end it was easier then I thought.

Over the weekend, Saturday to be exact,we began Phase I of the Patio Deck construction. It figures the weather would turn cold the day we were going to be working outside. It was in the mid to upper 70s all week then on Saturday it was only in the 50s and windy as hell.

The Queen and the Big One took some pictures of us working that I was going to post, but when I went to get the pictures off the camera ALL the pictures on it had been deleted. The only ones left were the ones I took of the post holes on Sunday morning, which I will post later ( unless you see them below , then I already did ). They were laughing at us, well at me in particular, saying we looked like Bluto an Olive Oyl ( from Popeye ), me being Olive Oyl. The abuse I must take.

The 8 gopher holes we dug

We got 5 holes dug when the Queen came back with our lunch, so we took an hour break before going back out for the remaining 3 holes. After lunch we had 90 minutes before the post hole digger needed to be returned, so that gave us about 60 to get the holes dug, which is plenty of time since it was only taking about 10 minutes per hole. First hole out after lunch the post hole digger gets stuck and we cannot pry it back up. F%#& !!!! Cheap ass digger had no reverse on it, so anytime we started it up it wanted to go further down. Tick, tick tick tick. Time was fading away. Nothing was working to get this thing up. We ended up getting two neighbors to help up pull this thing out of the ground, the shame of it all. The last two holes went pretty quick and finally we were done with the most physical part of the project. So my cousin says.Next up, cementing in the posts.We were supposed to do that this coming weekend but we got some expected yet unexpected news that my Grandmother died on Thursday, so we have to make a trip down to North Carolina over the weekend for the funeral.
Our plan now was to finish the work the weekend of the 10th. On Sunday he called and said that weekend is Mothers Day weekend so that Sunday was out for working. Grr another set back. So he offered to come out while we were gone and cement the posts in then we would do the framing the Saturday before Mothers Day.

Nothing ever seems to go as planned. Stay tuned for more fun project information.

Well as any usual Saturday, we get up early (thanks to my niece who just loves getting up before 8am). The boy has had soccer games for the last 3 weekends so we needed to get him up as well. So I go and take a shower, get dressed and start taking orders (from the 5 kids that are now up) for breakfast. Today the Kings cousin (his only male cousin, I find that pretty funny that he only has 4 cousins, me I have millions!lol) was coming over to help the King drill the holes in the gound for the posts to build our deck. So I was going to start to clean and get the kids dressed once they ate plus run to the bank for some cash for the week and to take the big one to get her paycheck. I noticed that the King still had his pajama pants on and the boy had about 15 minutes before he had to leave for his game.  Normally the King would take the boy to the game, because this year I had no intention of going to any of the games because of the moron he had as a coach. This guy is a big dick and talks to the kids like he is their drill sargeant. Well if you know me personally you know that no one talks or yells at my kids the way he does and gets away with it so I figured I would just stay away to prevent any scenes. Well the King “ASSUMED”  that I was taking the boy (I have no idea where this came from, I never mentioned that I would take him). He was all calm and dumb looking and I was going off, he knew what I had to do because I told him. He tries to convince me that last night while I was in bed, already dozing off that he mentioned to me that he would stay home and clean. Yeah right I never heard him. I asked if I responded to him and he said “well no but you grunted or made some kind of noise”. SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO I guess that noise I made meant that I was taking the boy. URGH! I had to pat myself on the back after the game because even though my sons name was mentioned about 50 times I bit my tongue, but said out loud to my son that his coach is a jerk. (By the way the boys team won 3-1) Good job son, you played real good.

Then the KING goes to rent the machine to make the holes, he tells me that he needs 2 checks one for the deposit (which would be given back once he returned the machine) and of course the second to pay for the usage of the thing. he comes back from returning it and hands me $80.00, I asked what is this for and he says that is the deposit, I then asked if they cashed both checks and he said no I put it all on one check.  Why I ask would you do that when you asked for two checks? Now I have to run to the bank on Monday and put that money back into the account. URGH!  His cousin says it would have been easier to use two checks (which meant he agreed with me, HA!)

Then I go grocery shopping the big one comes with me and once we are back home she says “ok mom you bring in the bags and I will put everything away”. Ok no problem, that is until I see the KING just sitting there watching TV, once I bring the last of the bags in I say to him “Oh that’s ok, I don’t need any help, but thanks for asking”! URGH!

Hopefully he will have a better day tomorrow. GOD help him if he don’t.

I am still depressed and angry about what has happened with my brother. I am still praying for a miracle, hoping that the bitch will slip and confess to someone.

My mom had called me on Tuesday to tell me that she had gotten a letter from my brother, and of course he sent one to the bitch (ya know the one who “hurt” her own child and then blamed my brother).  We were told that it would be at least 4 to 6 weeks before we heard from him,  so my mom was glad that he wrote but I could still hear the pain in her voice. Well we know that he needs money to buy paper, envelopes and stamps, but he mentioned that a guy had given him a few stamps and paper to write home, well I knew that I wouldn’t get a letter because my brother wouldn’t have asked for more than a few things, he knew that to ask for more than 2 would seem like he was greedy.

Well I was wrong. I went out to get the mail on Friday, there were a bunch of envelopes in the mailbox but one caught my eye, it was buried under other envelopes, it was one that I could see the top left hand corner and I saw his first name, my eldest was standing at the front door and heard me screaming “I got a letter, I got a letter, I got a letter!”  She said “Mom you sound as if you won the lottery” and my reply was “I DID!” I didn’t think I could cry anymore (I’ve been doing it for two weeks now) but I did as I read his letter. He said “hey sis, how are you? I am fine, don’t worry about me I am ok. Do my kids miss me? tell them that their daddy loves them and that I will be home soon.”  He also said that all of us (meaning to be nice to the bitch) need to stay together to help him get through this. GOD how I miss him! I wrote back right away in hopes of him receiving it before they ship him to his new home for the next 6 1/2 years.  I can’t wait to hear his voice again, I am so glad that he wrote me, me is big sister that loves him so much, me the one that will continue to feel pain in my heart until he comes home. I guess he loves me just as much as I love him.