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hillfarm
Lovin' The Homestead
Here's my work rant. I think this is contributing to my stress.
I work with teens. Not the good ones. The ones who rob you and then ask you what your problem is afterwards. But some of em are just dumb @ss teens with no direction. Those are the ones who drive me the nuttiest.
So one has his grill in. For those not into the lingo, that would be a gold plate worn over the teeth. I ask him to remove it and he tells me he can't it is permant. So I tell him we will have to contact a guardian and have him taken to the dentist to have it removed. He asks me why I gotta be all up in his business.
You think they could come up with something origional. I let him know it's a standard dress code and he knows it, we have had this debate MANY times prior. So I begin to write a report when he pull off his grill. 
I said, wow so it is removable. And he again says I need to step out of his face and why I wanna go and be so white.
This is when in my head I jump out at him and say "cuz I'm the toof fairy mofo."
But I don't. I thank him for doing as asked and walk away. As I am called a dumb cracker, female dog.
I really dont care if they dress like Fifty or whoever. It's my job to teach them adult responsibility. Enforce the few rules they have. that sort of thing. Most of the time I really don't let it bother me.
I don't have to bring them home, so whatever. But lately,
it's like they have nothing better to do then make me wanna drown em in the rain barrel. 
God help me, the day the sagging pants go out of style is the day I have the biggest party at my house.
I've seen more teen boxers than a aeropostale photographer.
I work with teens. Not the good ones. The ones who rob you and then ask you what your problem is afterwards. But some of em are just dumb @ss teens with no direction. Those are the ones who drive me the nuttiest.
So one has his grill in. For those not into the lingo, that would be a gold plate worn over the teeth. I ask him to remove it and he tells me he can't it is permant. So I tell him we will have to contact a guardian and have him taken to the dentist to have it removed. He asks me why I gotta be all up in his business.
You think they could come up with something origional. I let him know it's a standard dress code and he knows it, we have had this debate MANY times prior. So I begin to write a report when he pull off his grill. I said, wow so it is removable. And he again says I need to step out of his face and why I wanna go and be so white. This is when in my head I jump out at him and say "cuz I'm the toof fairy mofo."
But I don't. I thank him for doing as asked and walk away. As I am called a dumb cracker, female dog.
I really dont care if they dress like Fifty or whoever. It's my job to teach them adult responsibility. Enforce the few rules they have. that sort of thing. Most of the time I really don't let it bother me.
I don't have to bring them home, so whatever. But lately,
it's like they have nothing better to do then make me wanna drown em in the rain barrel. God help me, the day the sagging pants go out of style is the day I have the biggest party at my house.
I've seen more teen boxers than a aeropostale photographer.
So I am looking threw the new freezer cook book I bought. Liking it. 
I can cook all kinds of stuff. Throw it in the freezer and not worry about starving kids while I'm in class. Next step is to inventory food at house. Make grocery list and viola! Oh wait, forgot about cooking all day. Cooling, baggin, wrapping, labeling etc I will have to do too. 
But I am going to do this. 
Make up for bad week. 
oh and do a lil that with the husband.
That has helped his outlook for dang sure. 
God knows the hubby would. 
seriously??? I have to get up an hour earlier as do the kids to take him to work. And pick him up. I also made tons of stuff to pack his lunches. You know, not once have i even thought to complain about the extra two to three hundred a week he pockets from his paycheck. It's his pay and his call, long as the bills are paid. It a huge gapping wound in the savings department but again his call. My check goes straight to bills, I pay the mortgage, insurance on house and both cars, utilities and internet. He pays for his phone. Then gives a few hundred towards bills that he ends up borrowing back for this reason or that. 
