2012 Taxes, Wasn’t That Fun?
You might have heard there was a little kerfuffle about filing my federal taxes this year. Chicken’s father claimed him as a dependent based on two erroneous assumptions. I said via text and email, “Oh hey, don’t do that!” He said, (I’m paraphrasing here) “HAHA Fuck you!” and CC’d his lawyer on the email. I [...]
Protected: What Does That Even Mean?
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New Old Blog
Longtime readers may recall my blog used to live at a blogger address. I recently got an email telling me to do something with all the content still sitting over there stagnating and completely private. Tonight I deleted all the content (it has been migrated over here for a long time) and started a new [...]
Money, Chicken, and H1
I feel somewhat bad for disappearing without notice and then coming back only to ask for your help. But not bad enough to stop writing this and write a real post for you. I do have actual blog worthy news though! Chicken came out to his father. His father was receptive. I am fucking stunned. [...]
Say Penis!*
Yesterday I called H1 and I didn’t throw up from anxiety. This is amazing, people. I had my super friendly voice going, and it is hard to be really nasty to super friendly voice. He was annoyed that I needed permission to take Chicken on the cruise. He was annoyed that I wanted him to [...]
Happy Birthday Chicken
I feel like a moron for not giving more information about Chicken’s birthday present. During the text conversation with H1, Chicken was distracted by shoe shopping. I grabbed his phone and I was responsible for telling his father that the mixer was $400. I was hoping that it would goad H1 into buying the iPod [...]
It’s Monday, Dumbass
Chicken’s birthday is on Monday. Several weeks ago I helped him craft an email to his father asking for an iPod Touch. He knew that it was a expensive gift, and indicated that money toward the iPod would be just as appreciated. There was no response from his father. Two weeks later, Chicken texted his [...]
At A Total Fucking Loss
It’s that time again! The time of year where H1 makes me want to rip my eyeballs out and skull fuck myself, because that is better than dealing with this stupid shit. For those of you that are new to my life, H1 is Chicken’s father. He lives on the east coast, and once or [...]
Epic Parenting Fail
Last week I got a few puzzling texts from Chicken. He wanted to know what kind of guns we had, which guns he had shot, what caliber of rifle he got for getting straight A’s all year, etc. I asked him what was going on, and he replied via text that he was going shooting [...]
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