Dancing in the Rain
The other night, it rained...and rained!!! It was awsome. I've never seen that much rain in Arizona...at least not in a few years. Nicole and I went out and danced in the rain for a long time. Then her grouchy grandma came out and yelled at us because we could get hit by lightning! Oh noooo! And the chances are just so big, tooo! It wasn't coming down any where near our location. Just the rain. We were absolutely soaked, and it was magical. I couldn't beleive we were basically the only ones in the neighborhood out dancing in it! One couple took a walk, but that was it. Nicole got down on the ground and tried to look like the chick from the grudge, it was funny. But I was scared a car would roll by and smash her. There were only a couple cars, thank heavens.
I've been bored other than that, lately.
Bobby has been driving me insane, as usual. But it's getting to the point where I don't think I can handle it for much longer.
I feel like I'm going insane when I'm around him. He gets away with everything. All his grandma does is tell him to stop. Oooooooooooooooh! That really works! Today I was sitting at the table, minding my own business eating my grilled cheese sandwich, and he comes along and starts burning my arm with a cup of HOT popcorn chicken!!! It hurt. Burns hurt! And ofcourse all he gets is a "oh, stop it, Bobby." So he did it again. I picked up a marker and threw it at his head, and he ran away crying dramatically like a big dumb stupid ugly baby. And then his grandma had a big fat cow. I didn't give a damn, I thought it was hilarious. His being in pain is music to my ears. Hee hee. She shoved me. It was funny, made me a little mad, though, but still funny. She drives me crazy with her bitchiness, sometimes, but most of the time, I like her. Everyone gets bitched at becuase of what Bobby starts. And I'm quite sick of it. poor Nicole is forced to play with him everyday. She's practially a slave to him for an hour or so. I can't stand it. But, that gets added to her allowance, though. But she'd still rather slide down a slide of razorblades and fall into a pool of alcohol. That's what she told her grandma, so it must be true.
I don't blame her. I'd rather stab myself to death than do anything nice for him. I hate that child, I think he's evil. He says violent things about my baby, and it pisses the bloody hell out of Michael and myself. Then he says, "oh, I'm just kidding" That is not something you fucking joke about. You don't talk about "cutting out a baby's brain" She's an innocent baby, and he's...Bobby. Does he get into trouble for it? NOPE. She says sometimes that he can't go on the computer or something, and then he starts to whine, and she's like, "well then, stop and you can go on" So he doesn't ever
EVER ever ever GET THE PUNISHMENT SHE PROMISES! NOTHING. And it makes me mad. Mad I tell you! Because then he doesn't learn that there are consequences with his actions. All he learns every day is that grandma doesn't know how to punish him, and that all he has to do is whine like the stupid ass baby that he is, and get what he wants.
Okay, I'm done with that.
I've been bored other than that, lately.
Bobby has been driving me insane, as usual. But it's getting to the point where I don't think I can handle it for much longer.
I feel like I'm going insane when I'm around him. He gets away with everything. All his grandma does is tell him to stop. Oooooooooooooooh! That really works! Today I was sitting at the table, minding my own business eating my grilled cheese sandwich, and he comes along and starts burning my arm with a cup of HOT popcorn chicken!!! It hurt. Burns hurt! And ofcourse all he gets is a "oh, stop it, Bobby." So he did it again. I picked up a marker and threw it at his head, and he ran away crying dramatically like a big dumb stupid ugly baby. And then his grandma had a big fat cow. I didn't give a damn, I thought it was hilarious. His being in pain is music to my ears. Hee hee. She shoved me. It was funny, made me a little mad, though, but still funny. She drives me crazy with her bitchiness, sometimes, but most of the time, I like her. Everyone gets bitched at becuase of what Bobby starts. And I'm quite sick of it. poor Nicole is forced to play with him everyday. She's practially a slave to him for an hour or so. I can't stand it. But, that gets added to her allowance, though. But she'd still rather slide down a slide of razorblades and fall into a pool of alcohol. That's what she told her grandma, so it must be true.
I don't blame her. I'd rather stab myself to death than do anything nice for him. I hate that child, I think he's evil. He says violent things about my baby, and it pisses the bloody hell out of Michael and myself. Then he says, "oh, I'm just kidding" That is not something you fucking joke about. You don't talk about "cutting out a baby's brain" She's an innocent baby, and he's...Bobby. Does he get into trouble for it? NOPE. She says sometimes that he can't go on the computer or something, and then he starts to whine, and she's like, "well then, stop and you can go on" So he doesn't ever
EVER ever ever GET THE PUNISHMENT SHE PROMISES! NOTHING. And it makes me mad. Mad I tell you! Because then he doesn't learn that there are consequences with his actions. All he learns every day is that grandma doesn't know how to punish him, and that all he has to do is whine like the stupid ass baby that he is, and get what he wants.
Okay, I'm done with that.