Generation Whiny-ass

A long time ago, in a high school not so far away, there was a young girl

who had a bit of a wild streak in her.

Ok, more than a bit.

I was a BAD girl.

But, when I did something really terrible and got caught, I knew it was over.

I took my punishment and made amends for my jezebel ways.

Kids today?

Not a chance in hell!

They whine, cry, cajole, beg, plead, throw a temper tantrum that puts my 4 year old to shame and after all that, if they still don't get the result they feel they're "entitled" to, they go on a hunger strike.

Really? Are you fucking serious?

*sigh*

Emotional blackmail.

I refuse to give in to it.

I eat that bullshit for breakfast.

The last couple weeks I have had the distinct displeasure to witness the complete melt down of a young person who fucked up majorly.

Long story short: Left the house at night to go to their "love of my lifes" house.

The person in question is very much a minor, the LOML is not.

The PIQ spent the night at LOML.

Not in the same room if you believe the LOML parents.

I have serious doubts.

I mean, they know that PIQ is a minor.

Why didn't they contact the parents of the PIQ?

I'll tell you why.

Apparently PIQ parents are abusive, and PIQ was scared.

HUH?

Well, according to PIQ they are.

So again I question LOML parents.

If they thought PIQ was REALLY being abused, why didn’t they then call the police?

Would you knowingly let a MINOR stay in your home knowing that the parents weren’t aware that said minor had left?

I sure as hell wouldn’t!

The whole abuse claim?

Complete bullshit.

I know PIQ's parents, and believe me, nothing could be further from the truth.

So now, because of these 2 selfish idiots, everyone and their Mother is involved.

Police, Child Services, Crisis Services, etc.

It's been a non-stop parade of people.

PIQ and LOML have been forbidden to be together anymore.

HA! Uh huh .... like that's gonna stop them.

Talk about pouring fuel onto the fire!

It’s all a bit too much “Romeo & Juliet” for me.

Really.

But you know what really chaps my delicate ass in all this?

Parents.

On all sides of this fuster cluck.

When did parents stop parenting?

When did parents lose their rights?

As a parent, I am liable and responsible for my child.

I can be charged and/or imprisoned because of their bullshit.

But hey, kids have rights too, right?!

“They” have empowered our children to lie and abuse the system.

This in turn also abuses the family.

The family pays the price for the lying brat.

I can barely raise my voice to my kid without someone raising an eyebrow at me in an accusing way.

What the hell is THAT?

So much for the “It takes a village to raise a child” theory.

The “village” likes to cast judgment and prevent me from actually parenting.

When did parents begin to fear their children?

Maybe I’m back asswards, but I am of the opinion that my children should fear me.

I realize that there are plenty of kids out there that ARE in abusive situations.

But the PIQ is NOT one of them.

Far from it.

I’m not saying this child should be flogged for their transgression.

PIQ is a kid, I expect kids to make mistakes and fuck up.

I also expect them to take ownership and realize what they have done.

Personal Responsibility.

PIQ has not.

PIQ acts like it’s everyone else’s fault and that WE owe them an apology.

Um ….. NOT QUITE.

PIQ is still playing games and lying, and I fear that it’s only going to get worse.

I see only bad things happening.

Or should I say, worse things happening.

So, what do we adults and parents DO?

I am not, nor will I ever advocate any form of physical punishment (slapping, flogging, etc) as a way to discipline any child.

But is it wrong that I want PIQ to walk around with a sign that clearly states their crime and how they’re treating their family?

Ok, yes, I know.

Public humiliation is also a form of abuse.

How about just around their house with the sign?

No?

Damn …..

I won’t get into the details of PIQs punishment thus far, but in my opinion, it hasn’t been near enough.

A lasting impression needs to be made, and so far, it hasn’t.

Short lived ....

Ok, so yeah ..... my "departure" was more like a mini vacation.

Hell, i've gone longer than 4 days without posting when I WAS still blogging!

HA HA HA HA HA

I needed to step away for a bit.

Anywhoodle, I am back. Sorta.

I have been informed that Haloscan is indeed going tits up.

So, I have to save all my comments and take Haloscan off my template.

Problem is, I don't remember how to put Blogger Comments back on.

Yeah, i'm a fucking rocket surgeon.

I could always switch to New Blogger.

But ...... nah.

Not interested in widgets and shit.

So, until I can get it all working proper, please bear with me.

I do know that if you click on the date/time stamp at the end of my post it will take you to

Blogger Comments.

I want to thank all of you for your lovely comments and concern.

 Some days we all just need a swift kick in the ass.

And it was my day.

OH! Since it IS Friday, how about a nice flashback?

Love me some reggae!

Have a good weekend y'all!

Oh  ..... GO SAINTS! 

over it

I've had it.
I'm done.
I'm tired.

I may be back.
I may not.

Slow Dance - **Special Request**

I received this in my email today, and along with forwarding it, I decided to post it as well.
I love the words and the meaning in this poem.
So many truths.

Have a good weekend everyone ... and slow dance.


This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.
As her dying wish, she wanted to tell as many people as she could
to live life to their fullest.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into
the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?

When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores running through
your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your
child, "we'll do it tomorrow."
And in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time to call and say,'Hi'?

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music,
Before the song is over.