Crazy neighbor's daughter

Things have been well crazy! My Sister3 came to spend the night. Which means Prince and Princess ran like nuts all night long, a couple of head bumps later and they fell asleep. Not before ho stopped by (okay not gonna call her ho always, cause she did stop by) Anywho, Sister3 thought it would be a GREAT IDEA to invite them in. When I say them I mean her driver, her Uncle who really isn't her Uncle. They come in for a few then went outside to talk. Teen son and ho were outside two doors down under a tree chit chatting, when all hell broke loose! Teen son came in and said the neighbor pulled up on him and was cussing him out. Hubby said "the guy two doors down?" Teen son said "yes" and hubby went out the door.
Choas happened then.
The old couple's daughter was all loud and yelling "You should have heard your son cussing, fuck this and fuck that." I ignored her and I think it upset her cause she tried to walk closer to me. The entire time HUbby is "talking" to the prick two doors down. He was saying he was sorry but his mom was just robbed. And he was only acting on his neighbor, crazy daughter, calling him. He had a point. However he shouldn't have acted the way he did.
Come to find out Sister3 SAW neighbor man drive up on teen son from the bedroom window, now since she was raised in da hood, she just watched. This all happened in a matter of minutes, but I knew hubby has been looking for a reason to hit that guy.
This could have been that reason. However neighbor was all sorry and hubby let him know never to talk to his son that way again. This is the break through, Hubby stood up for my son. Feel the love?
Now neighbor's daughter is on my shit list. I will be looking for way to piss her off. Cause I believe my son, who claims he didn't say anything except "What the Fuck." When the car speed up on him. Which any person would have said.
So Happy TUrkey Day!!!

What next????

If you can ever be you it's with your sisters right? I mean who else knows everything about you? BFF's are not even close. Sure they are great to hang around with but they can never ever promise you twenty years!! I've got twenty riding on me and my sisters at least forty, if god willing I make it there. They are my blood. We've been raised together. Not something you can let go of. The tie that binds is more than the friends you can call to chit chat. Shit I chit chat more with my sisters than anyone else period. Never would I allow someone to come between that. Not worth it ever.
Then there are the kids. Between us there are five kids and I love them all completely. They are like my own. They are growing up together and it is great that they love each other so much. I never ever want that to change.
As for teen son well he dropped a bomb on me the other day. Seems GF, whom we'll call ho from now on, wants some condoms. Yes I fell over but I bought the condoms!!
We were in the middle of shopping and teen son says "Remember those things that you always told me I could ask you for." Turned my cart around and went directly to the condoms, the whole while ranting about how much of a ho ho is. I know I said some stuff about him not being her first, considering she is asking for them, then of course how he would be sleeping with everyone she had been with and everyone they had been with and so on and so on. (member the commercial?) Then I made it clear that I would not be raising any child for him and that we would get testing and if her and her father came to my door I'd let them know that teen son was in Mexico but they could look him up. SO I embarrassed him and I am okay with that. My stomach was hurting for two days. I wanted to puke. At least he is talking to me about it. Which is better than not talking to me about it. I just want him to be safe and sure.
Then there is the house thing.....jesushchrist....still not sure where all that is going but somehow I imagine us moving in the winter, with snow.

Boulder holder party and all that

So my sister had a boulder holder party of which I was excited about cause I just knew I was wearing the wrong size all my life. Well chalk one up for me cause I was right. However I did learn that my entire life I've been putting the damn thing on wrong! Who knew? You are suppose to place the shoulder straps on then hook the back then gently place the boobage into the cups of the bra and adjust. Not once in my life have I ever done that. I hook in front and twist. Seems there is a proper way to wash them as well and never ever ever dry them. At sixty bucks a pop these are lessons I've learned.
Some people, curly headed friend, didn't show up, worry not cause the wine wasn't wasted!!
So we went to look at another house in Allen Park, bordering this lovely city we are currently in. I am sure if you cross the street you'd still be in this hell hole. Fret not cause at least this house has a kitchen you can move in. It's cozy, small but it will have to do. I'm thinking we'll be moving by Xmas. Hip hip hooray.
For some reason I've been really depressed lately. Weird on so many levels. But losing Mom, Home then job are some tough blows in less than twelve months. I'm trying to regroup and get it together.
I know I need to find a job but W. has screwed that up for everyone!! What happened to the good old Clinton years of working for cash??
Princess finally has her gown.....it's Belle from Disney...she owns that dress!! Cracks me up.
I need to find out what stay at home moms do besides cook. Really there should be a hand book for this stuff. My sister told me about an article in the paper today about the children being removed from daycare cause parents are losing jobs and the stress the poor children are under...they miss the structure, friends, outside play, paint, pets in the classroom, the random snacks, dancing to tot music....all those things that they no longer get to do at home with mom. Yes Princess is a victim!! She needs the structure, the paint, the friends!!! I can not be all things to all people.
Hubby has gained two pounds and is "fat" That man couldn't be fat if he tried. I tried to explained that he hasn't shit yet but he doesn't believe me.
Now what to make for dinner?