She’s a b.i.t.ch, a lair, and a c.u.n.t?

Okay, so here me out. I have a sister who is 18 months apart from me, and she is such a stool pigeon. Imagine being on watch 24/7 all day, and all night hounding me about what I’m doing trying to get me to slip up, and do something wrong. My mom is always like, "she’s the ”baby’ (WTF at 12 you are not a baby!) and my mom always listens to her more than me, and believes her more than me. And she’s always lying on me. And even when I’m singing a song, and I swear a bit, there she is recording me without me even knowing it, or when i’m yelling at her, and I call her something like: Stupid, ugly, or fat. She records me, without me even really knowing. And then she says something like, "Ha ha you fat dummy, that’s why I got you on record. Your stupid." She says all these rude things, and she never seems to get in trouble! Even when my moms around she’ll say, "You’re stupid," or "You’re fat." And my mom just brushes it off, but I say, "You’re dumb." And my mom is ready to lunge down my throat with a lecture.
And even my dad (who is divorced from my mom, and is an alcoholic) treats her better than me. one day, she just up and decided she wanted a 500$ IPad, and he was ready to get it for her, and then I ask for one 20$ game, and he was like, "It’s not always about you Taylor! You know what, I don’t even want to do this anymore." And he was even drinking then! I was so pissed, I’m always treated like the bald headed step child.

So, today, while my mom was at work, I thought it’d be nice to clean up the house for her. So I started with the kitchen, and my sister got mad because it was her week for kitchen duty. But, it was 12:55 p.m when I started, and my mom gets home from work at 3:30p.m or 4:00p.m (depending on traffic), and I knew due to my sister’s laziness, I knew my mom would go postal on us for not having our jobs done (mine being bathroom duty).
So I started washing the dishes, and my sister was like: "I’m kitchen duty, stop!"
And I then said, "I like my dishes clean, with no food bits left on them. You don’t really know how to wash dishes." Which is true, anytime she washes dishes she doesn’t do it thoroughly, or she puts them in the dish washer, and leaves them in there for a week, so when it’s my turn on kitchen duty I have to take ALL of them out, and do the additional dishes in the sink!
And she didn’t protest, and she walked away to watch Jerseylicious. *shutters* I hate the f.u.c.king show.

Anyways, I’m nearly finished and I’ve completed:

*Sweeping the floor
*Washing every dish, and drying them, and putting them away
*Cleaning the counter top
*Cleaning the refrigerator
*Cleaning the table

and then I was finally going to finish it all off, and be done by putting a pot of tea on the stove for my mom, and mop the floor, and my sister was like: "I know why you’re doing all of this, you want brownie points from mom! Well that’s not going to work, I’m going to help to." and she deviously grins, as she walks across the freshly mopped floor! I begged her nicely to stop, and she kept going, and she was going to cook with her dirty shoes on in the clean kitchen.
She left the kitchen, and said, "Then I’m going to mop the bathroom." (she thought that after she slacked off all day, she could come back in the end and do something minor, and get some type of credit she’s such a loser)

And she knew that was my next destination, and she saw me cleaning in there, and she started mopping before I could sweep! So I say, "Don’t do that, you know you have to sweep first!" And she smiles at me deviously, and says, "Oops, I didn’t know."

So she goes back in the wet/drying kitchen, and started walking around, and going into the refrigerator, to start dinner.

So, I called my mom, and told her my sister was trying to ruin everything! And my mom was like: "let me speak to her,"
And she said, "She’s trying to do everything, and get all the credit! She’s already cooking dinner, she has a pot of rice on the stove, and I want to make the orange chicken! She’s trying not to let me help!"

And I was shouting in the background: "You’re a lair! You know that was a pot of tea." (also, need I remind you my sister is a compulsive lair, and is always making up lies) And then my mom started yelling at me! I get in trouble when I’m trying to help! So she said we both have to stay in our rooms, and not come out until she comes home, so she could figure out how to punish us.

And also, she’s so fake! Anytime she tells on me, she thinks she could come back to me, and be my friend, and come and chat with me in my room, and watch TV with me, like WTF? You can’

it filthy? My sweet aunt moved in after we lost my grandma. She has a white cat named Popcorn. My mom will only let Popcorn live in the large 6 window sun room. Any tips? I mopped the floor and cleaned the window edges.

I want to decorate my office in a Candy land theme. I understand the irony of the situation, but I think it would be so cute! I have always loved Candy land themes. I wanted one for my sweet 16 and also my wedding. It only makes sense to do it for my workplace too. PIcture it: Lolly pop pens to sign it, Candy bar chairs to get your check ups, Colors all over the place, at the end of every visit a tasty mint or orbit gum or sugar free candy of choice. My mom says she would never bring her child to a candy land themed Dentist/ Orthodontist office because she would figure the person was crazy. What do you think???
So Kirsten are you calling me dumb or saying I can’t achieve my dreams? I’m going to become a Dentist point blank period. Just asking about decorating the office and some opinions on my ideas

ok so i started writing this and i think its terrible but all my friends like it so i want help is it good in a writers opinion ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The alarm clock was screaming at me, it was time to get up and I didn’t want to get up but I did anyways. I looked at my calendar and in less than twenty-four hours I’ll be living in New York City with my best friend Della. Know alls I have to do is finish my last day of high school. I got dressed and went downstairs to eat “Good morning Bastian! Are you happy that you’re going to be finished with school in nine hours?”
“Of course I am mom! I also can’t want to move far away from this crappy town.” I sat down on a pink stool on the table side of the island in the kitchen and added “by the way I broke up with Brendan last night.” She processed what I just said and in shock she yelled “What!” I started laughing and said “you heard me. Me and Brendan is over!” she just looked at me and she looked like she was trying to figure out what to say and then she said “why. I thought things were going good with you two.”
“Things were going good between us, but last night I went to fierce with Natalya and I saw him making out with Austin.”
“Who’s Austin?”
“Mom you know who Austin is. He’s Brendan’s new intern, the one that invited us to his welcoming party when he moved in town.”
“Bastian, Is he the one that tried to say mauve is blue?” I started laughing and said “yes mama that’s the one!” and then she handed me a glass plate with a pancake, two eggs, and three pieces of bacon that was shaped like a smiley face and on the rim of the plate was wiped cream spelling out good luck! She always knew how to make me feel better.

I took my last bite and went up stairs and did my hair then grabbed my Louise Vuitton backpack and car keys. I went to the garage and got in my hot pink Mazda Miata and started to leave when I got a text from my mom honey u 4got ur wallet on the table. I replied back thnx and I ran inside to get it and raced back to the car and drove off. I stopped at Starbucks and got a venti double chocolate chip frappe and drove a half an hour to school. I hated living a forty-five minute driving trip from my school but it’s what I had to do to graduate early. When I got there my friend Natalya greeted me at my car with a box of doughnuts and a pack of camel pinks, there my favorite cigarettes.
First period went by like nothing I was happy for that but then second hit me. My teacher was Brendan’s mom, Mrs. Mockingbird or as she liked me to call her Mellissa. “Sebastian may you please come outside to talk for a moment?”
“Um… sure.” We got outside and she said “why did you break my son’s heart? What did he ever do to you?”
“Mellissa he broke my heart. I caught him cheating on me so I left him. I did the only thing I knew how to deal with it because im not going to go threw what my mom did.”
“How did he cheat on you? He was with me all weekend.”
“We both know that’s not true I saw him at fierce making out with Austin.”

My Mom scattered mothballs all over the house to get rid of a opossum on our deck and the smell is now in the downstairs family room and it is seriously stanky! How do I remove the smell from the carpet, furniture, and rugs?
i am not going to handwash my carpet, furniture, and rugs with soap or shampoo, It will take too long and possibly damage them.

Here’s an analogy. Good honest people who believe in God’s word living in poverty while rich filthy pigs who disobey Him live in luxury. Here’s an even better story! My dad chose drugs over me, so I’ve had to go through school without a male influence to guide me. I’ve never even had a girlfriend (I’m 15). Wanna hear something better? I’ve had to live in a hotel for a couple of months due to a shortage of money, moving in the middle of the school year to a different state! I live with my mother,brother,aunt, and grandmother. Just imagine 5 people living in such a limited space for over 8 weeks! And please don;t blame my mother. She’s done all she’s can raising two kids..If you want to blame someone blame my dad for not supporting her. It got better eventually, so it seemed. We rented some furniture once we moved into our new apartment( it was better than the projects at least) but juggling that with car notes, light bills, electric bill, etc. we had Aarons coming by knocking on the door everyday! It was humiliating for our friends to see an empty apartment; imagine going to the bus stop with them. Plus my grandmother is not who she used to be. She has dementia so she has random mood swings, plus mumbles to herself occasionally. She also has a BAD smoking habit, which leaves the house smelling like a bar! I know my mom feels horrible about all of this, which is why I don’t really mention these things around her. I apologize for telling my life story, but keeping these things in can drive a man insane!

All I ask is why some have it easy while others don’t. Its not fair, and it seems like there’s no end! Most kids worry about the silliest things, like who to text and wondering if he/she likes them or not. I worry about simply inviting friends over, but having people taking our furniture away while they’re still there. Or if my grandmother will leave a bad impression on them.

Anyway just answer the question,please.

Can you beat this rap/rhyme?

There was a boy who was cooking noodles
He killed the time by drawing doodles
He checked to see if the noodles were fresh
He turned on the oven but burnt his flesh

He ran over screaming to his mum
She asked him where it had come from
He explained the story sitting on a stool
His mom told him he was a fool

He went crying to his room
His mom picked up a broom
She checked what was in the kitchen
She sees the noodles the boy mentioned

She saw the noodles that the boy had chosen
As it turns out, it was still frozen
She wanted to put it in the noodle box
But just to find out it was sealed by locks

She went around looking for the key
She asked her son where it could be
She asked him why he was cooking noodles
The boy said "Mom, you told me to cook strudels"

She remembered what she had said before
"Son, cook some strudels, make sure"
She felt as bad and guilty as a thug
So she gave her son a big warm hug

(try to imagine Zorak from the Brak show singing his rap to those lyrics)
By TerribleRhymes Co.
The noodles were actually strudels. I forgot to add that.

Me and my mom both think my cat got bitten by a snake. She has a bump about the size of a ping pong ball on her side and whenever we try to look at it, she hisses and swats at us then runs away. My mom said that since it’s been a few days, it’s not poisonous and won’t kill her, but my cat’s still acting strange. Every time I pet her, she’ll just sit there and glare at me and when I move my hand from her to stop, she scratches me on the face or hand. Also, she jumped down off the bar one time to a chair and I was on the other side of the bar and put my hand over the side of it [no where near her] and he hissed and swatted at me again.. Please help me? This is very unusual. My cat is very loving. She won’t even eat anymore. :’( I love my kitty and I’ve been crying my eyes out.. Any vets know what might be wrong with her? Or what I could do?
Without taking her to the vet.. I really can’t afford it no matter how much I wanna take her So anything I could do at home??
I can’t take her to the vet. It’s not possible.. I’m only 15 and we barely have a place to live. I really wish I could but I can’t. My mom said she had a dog and it had a bump about a week and it lived.. Could that be the same situation?

my mother has always said (and my dad doesnt argue) that she has "something" that is watching over her, and has given it a name, brittany. everytime my mom gets mad, or upset or insanely irritated, things tend to move, thrown across the room, thrown at people, dishes that were in the cabinets get slammed violently to the floor in the MIDDLE of the room, things of that nature. well, last night my boyfriend and i got into an arguement, as we often do, and it spilled over into today and tonight. so i got irritated from getting the cold shoulder from him all day, and got up saying it was too cold in the living room and i wasnt talking about the temperature, and i stormed into the bedroom. he came in shortly and got his pillow and a blanket to stay on the couch, so i went back into the livingroom to get my laptop and saw the cups cabinet door was open, which is a pet peeve of mine, so when i came back through the kitchen and saw EVERY SINGLE cabinet door open, including the ones too high for him to reach without a stool and the ones that even i cant touch with a stool (im taller) i didnt think about it and commenced to slam them all shut and then said to him that was real adult, and he griped back and i came into the bedroom. he cant reach those. after that a few minutes later one was open again but im pretty sure he was just being stupid that time, but i called my dad and he told me that those things that happened around my mom didnt happen until she was 21, they got married when she was 18. im 21. so hes all into it now and my problem is this kind of stuff freaks me out. i need to be able to look for information on this stuff and idk what im looking for, someone please tell me what i can google to at least get some scientific footing for this, i hate things i cant explain. i need to be able to have something to explain this.

My mom offered to watch the kids tonight as we haven’t been out as a couple in over 3 months. I have no idea what we should do–out to a nice dinner and some dancing, or park our butts on barstools and watch a game–any game? Movie? Bowling? what would you do?

I moved into a75-yr-old bungalow that I love, all except the kitchen. This was my grandparents’ home until they passed away, and then a rental property for several decades. The kitchen is very large, with counters,cabinets & appliances in a ‘U’ shape at the far end, and a large space for a table where you enter into it from the dining and family room. My mother had custom cabinets done by a novice carpenter 20 yrs ago. They’re honey oak, but just okay in quality. I’d love to replace them, but it’s not in the budget yet. The appliances are at least new & black. Countertops, flooring & walls are dingy shades of beige. There’s a set of small windows over the sink that let in the only natural light in the room. There was once a screened porch off the back kitchen door, & a third window in the kitchen by the eating area that let in more light. But my mom had the porch enclosed, so that window now looks out onto nothing. What techniques could I use to brighten this dreary room inexpensively?

I have a 13 month old small blue heeler she’s a great dog but too smart for her own good. I know when she’s been bad because she tells on herself. I know just what she’s done. Gottn something off the counter top. Out counter top is about 3.5 feet up iv taken the stools away and she must b able to jump that high bc she still gets up there. Even if there is nothing up there she still does this she only does it when I’m not home. I walked in one day bc I forgot something and she jumped down as soon as I opened the door. When she’s introuble I make her sit in the corner for 2 min it sounds funny but it stoped a lot of bad habbits like chewing the jumping on people or thinking about getting into the trash. She dosnt even lookk at the trash can any more lol Idk y but she hates the corner….but the counter top is just too much for her…or she jst knows what mom dosnt know won’t hurt her I guess….any ideas?

My boyfriend Dillon was over my house yesterday when my little sister was getting a spanking from Mom. We went outside but he seen as we left my sister flat across my moms lap sitting on a kitchen stool.
He heard her crying and figured out that it was being done on her white panty because her skirt was lifted up. My boyfriend ask me question like he has no idea how a 3rd grade girl would be spanked. Is this not common knowledge?

My boyfriend Dillon was over my house yesterday when my little sister was getting a spanking from Mom. We went outside but he seen as we left my sister flat across my moms lap sitting on a kitchen stool.
He heard her crying and figured out that it was being done on her white panty because her skirt was lifted up. My boyfriend ask me question like he has no idea how a 3rd grade girl would be spanked. Is this not common knowledge?

So I have an 8 year old brother. My mom loves him, she says she loves me too but she always says it like shes annoyed. She always treats him better and pays way more attention to him. Hes 8 and he has a cell phone, touch screen. I didnt get my first phone till I was 10, and it was a track phone thing and you had to pay for minutes. My brother got his first phone when he was 6. Who is he supposed to call, Elmo? /: My mom basically does my brothers homework but 1. when i was 8 i did my homework myself and she wouldnt even help me, 2. if i ask help with a math question or something she wont help me at all. I got an ipod touch for christmas and of course my 8 year old brother gets one too. But when i get the one without a camera and stuff, he gets the one with the camera. Go figure? /: hes fricken 8. for school my mom packs our lunch.. i get a sandwhich and a drink. she packs him all these little goldfish snacks, nutrigrain bars and stuff? i barely eat. like ever. She buys him stuff all the time but ill ask for something and i wont get it. He always gets more then me.. when i was 8 i got things taken away if i didnt clean my room. my mom cleans his room. he just plays on his laptop. Thats another thing… he has a flat screen tv, i dont. He has a laptop and he got it when he was 6. I got my laptop when i was alot older then that. when we moved he got the room with a closet and good space… i got a room without a closet and it has plain boring walls. his has painted walls… i have to use an armoire and he got a new furniture set when we moved but i have the same one and mine is worse then his was. does this happen to any of you?