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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate when people blame other people for their own ineptness and stupidity.
My ex called this morning to tell me that my daughter is not going to be admitted back into her old school because of her tardiness.
I don’t blame them; I wouldn’t want people that came when they felt like it.
My Ex feels different blaming the people there.

Now she wants to send the kid to a school near here that has a high academic standard than the school she isn’t being allowed to return to.
I know there is no fucken way in hell they would accept her and if they did she wants my daughter to stay with my parents for the weekdays.
My parents are 80 years old they can’t have a 16 year old stomping around with attitude so I told her it wasn’t going to happen.

They, the school suggested she enrol in one of the toughest most crime-ridden schools in the region and that’s something I don’t want for her.
I would like to say the EX screwed the pooch with this but I don’t think I have the right to because she raised them on her own be it by her choice.

When the kid got into trouble she didn’t punish the girl but told her it was the school’s fault.
She tells her she is a good girl when in fact she hasn’t been good and been a typical teenager with her mother’s blessing but now, when the shit has hit the fan, the best her mother can come up with is blaming the teachers, principal and the school for her problems.
When is she going to look at the kid and say it’s your fault, when it’s to late and the kid is hustling on the street?

My Ex encourages her to focus on her singing but I have heard her, she is no Celine Dion. I want her to finish school find a job and if she wants to pursue a singing career she can do it after work.
But that’s a long way down the road and now I have to figure out how to get her into a school where she won't be vulnerable to what I was hoping to keep her away from.

I think the problem is with her mother and her lack of acknowledging there is a problem with our daughter and to deal with her instead of the schools.
I tried telling her something to that effect today and she kept telling me the kid was a good girl.
Fine she is a good kid but for how long.
She’s been tossed out of school because she never went and her mother didn’t care to do something about it until it was to late and all she did was to call them and say it was their fault.

Passing the buck never solves a problem it only prolongs a greater problem.
If this had been dealt with two years ago then the kid would be in school with 16 credits instead 2.
We have all summer to figure this out.

Other than that, my weekend was pretty good.
I was invited to dinner on Saturday and Sunday so no cooking or dishes for me.
Now if I can get 7 people to invite me once a week I could forgo cooking and dishes altogether.

Saturday began with me having Biggie for 6 hours.
This time I left him out of his pen for the whole day and the first thing he did was go for a dump on the floor that look bigger than he was.
That was fie.
I have picked up crap before, I am a parent after all and nothing beats projectile diarrhea while your changing a kid.
Right after that I decided to get the rest out of him and took him for the walk of his life.
He had been used to out the door to the car, Saturday he experienced out the door for two miles and back.

It started off ok with him pulling at the leash for the first six blocks then he layback some and was trying to get me to play with him.
He did stop twice and dropped some more weight by the time we got to the halfway point and started back.

On the way back Biggie had to stop and smell every yellow spot her saw and try to get his leg high enough to pee on it.
About two blocks from home he was more of an anchor than anything else with him dancing around for me to pick him up which he did get.
When I opened the front door he just walked in and into his cage without any argument and passed out.

The rest of the day was mostly fun with the dog running around trying to get me to chase him and then he found Emme’s top box and started dragging everything out to play with them.
Damn dog is worse than my kids were.

Later that night I went to the SIL’s where they had a birthday party for one of their friends and it was a good night and the food was tops.
Did I mention I didn’t have to wash dishes?

Sunday I was off to Mike’s new digs for the evening.
He had invited those of us who helped him move over for dinner and some beer.
The drive to his place was like being in an amusement ride because we had been having freezing rain all day and the roads where not something to be desired especially at the intersections where it was like a crap shoot, you never knew if someone was going to slide on through and surprise you.

We got safely at Mike’s place and gave him an aloe Vera plant and a bottle of red wine.
The place was all set up and he had done a nice job with it.
With his antiques and the leather couch set it had a rustic feel especially with the wrought iron table in the center.

He had made roast lamb for us with potatoes and salad.
Fresh bread, cheese and two cases of beer, I don’t know whom he was expecting but we barely put a dent in half a case.

We sat around talking about the place whilst JAWS II was playing on the flat screen but it wasn’t long before all the food we ate got to us and we were getting tired.
The drive home wasn’t as slippery and went fast and no sooner I was I shed of my outdoor clothes I was passed out on the couch.
I haven’t passed out on the couch in years.

Speaking of couches, my mother loaned me out again to someone.
She never loans me out to some hot woman with a broken bra strap to fix but instead to people where I have to get down on my knees and wash a couch for two hours.

I went over to my aunts place today to wash their couch and when I got there their son, the building cleaner aka janitor, was there eating.
My aunt asked him to stay and help but he said he had an important meeting at the racetrack.
That’s ok; he’ll be coming by later this month to ask me to do his taxes.

Well that was my weekend in a nutshell or is that the nuts in my week?
Oh wait; yes we had a first ever holiday this Monday.
They call it Family Day.
Yeah our premiere said if we elected him, he would give everyone a day off.
He won by a landslide, why not, he just gave them a paid holiday.

Someone asked me what Family Day was.
I thought it was straight forward from the name but being the accommodating person that I like to be, I explained it to them and I might as well do the same to you so no one has to ask again.
It’s the only day of the year that you are allowed to shoot a family member without getting prosecuted but if you miss the first time, you have to wait until next year for another chance.
We have laws here you know and the Mounties enforce them?

When I was a kid I used to think Mounties were gay because they always got the man and wanted to be part of the Musical Ride.
Actually, that slogan "The Mounties always get their man" is how they got all those women to join the force.
None of them could get a man before they became a Mountie.

I better leave it here before I get more people mad at me.
I hope you all had a nice weekend

Have a nice day

Walker