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SO and I were having a REALLY great evening last night. We had adult beverages in hand, a firepit going, s'mores were happening... The "The destroyer of all happiness" waltzes in, pokes her head outside. Takes over, and grabs what she wants to stuff in her face.

Snap, Crackle, Pop! And updates

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Busy weekend! It feels like eons ago, since my last post. I hope everyone on ST is doing well.

SO and I attended the Monterey Pop Festival, on its 50-year anniversary, Saturday (without skids!!!) and Nora Jones, with Jack Johnson~ Fabulous!
Fathers Day, SO went fishing, came back later for a nice dinner, and I spent time during the day with my Dad, and cousins. It was completely mellow and unplanned. Plus - No skids!!!!

Tired. Just tired of all the crap.

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SO has finally had it with Winona SD18. She was home all weekend, either sleeping or eating, her room a pigsty as usual, and full of bowls and water glasses, in direct opposition to everything SO has told her (IE Do your dishes, don't eat in your room, make sure all the dishes are out of your room).

What started it? The crap started it. Seriously. Crap.

And Graduation Gate continues - now I get to emotionally support another teen who hates SM

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Does this torment end sometime soon?

SO has a really good friend, lets call him JAMES. James has 3 kids, KD A, B and C, 2 girls and the youngest is a boy. James went through a horrible time with BM - she would be violent and destructive, drink, do drugs, cheat and even put him in jail after faking an injury. The jailtime didn't last nor did it go anywhere, but the BM is super crazy. Her kids want NOTHING to do with her, nada.

Update on Winona Chronicles - No room at the Inn...

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She's chronic all right - a chronic pain that just wont go away.

Yesterday I come home after a super long and frustrating day at work, and find out that BM has told Winona that she should not get too comfortable, that her room that she trashed is now Munchkins. She wasn't told to leave, according to BM, but that just meant she was sleeping on the couch, so she turned around and came back to dad who was waiting in the truck, and told him that she was told she was no longer welcome there.

So, she is with us full time now, Frick.

CLove has a new life

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And I am embracing it as of now. I got a new job!!!!!

The pool party went as I thought it would - BM being a biotch, and yelling at SO because they sang the birthday song and started on the cake without her present.

WELL, AHEM. She had no treats for the sleepover the night before, and SO and I brought three yes three pizzas, plus the cake, and she couldn't be bothered to be at the pool when everyone wanted to do the song.
Munchkins best friends parents had to leave.

So she chews on SO, and of course apologizes later. Same thing as always.

Burning the Candle, like her bridges...

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WEll...the time has come and gone. This is a 1-week anniversary of Winona SD18 graduating (yaya) from high school. I had been told by SO, over and over again "just wait, things will be different when she graduates, things will be different!"

Nothing is different. Except Winona SD18 now has more time to lounge in her bedroom, sleeping, eating, making messes, watching videos...a whole 'lotta nuthin', in other words.

Munchkin SD11 5th Grade Promotion today - and Winona SD18 slept through it - all My fault of course

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For Munchkins' 11th birthday, last night, I had arranged a shopping trip to get her special clothes for her 5th grade promotion ceremony. After work, we shopped for 3 hours! Then I helped prepare dinner, and finally fell into bed, exhausted. Three of us woke up at 6:45 and got ready. Guess who stayed up late and was still snoozing? Yep, Winona SD18.

Turkeys coming home to roost, Karma reverberations in the Universe...

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Graduation day for Winona finally happened. At the last minute, she magically procured a ticket for me, and said "if I don't invite you my Dad wont go, so can you please go, I stood in a really long line for a really long time". I accepted and said my thank you's, deflating inside like a limp balloon.

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