Stressed out!

I'm not.

I am sitting here giggling to myself going, Ha Ha Ha, serves you right.

I know I am being a little spiteful here, but I think that people always get what they deserve. Nick's father (adoptive, not by blood thank god) has been a pretty darn horrible person lately. He has been completely off of his rocker.

Now we have to go bail him out, and pick him up in New Jersey because he refused to get the car looked at when it started to have problems months ago. The part that makes it interesting was that he was making his way up to New York (left at about 10am this morning) and only made it a couple hours away before he had to stop for gas and the car seized. The kids are complaining because they didn't want to go in the first place, and now they are uncomfortable and hungry. Yet again, Nick is here playing super-hero and ready to bail him out. I just think it is funny that his dad thinks that Nick "owes it to him." So I am laughing now, as Nick's mom showers and takes her time getting ready. As, the kids are complaining to him that he is too cheap to run across the street and get them some food, and how now he is going to have to explain all of this to his parents and find a way to also tell them that he lost his job.

I feel no pity for people like him. He knew what he was getting himself into, knew that the hole he dug was too deep and now is neck deep in all sorts of shit. His kids are inches from hating him because he fails to be honest with them, and doesn't respect them, and we are on the same note. We don't want to take his last name. I want nothing to do with it. I would rather take Nick's grandfather's name and pout the whole Gasparovich legacy behind us.

On top of all that, I feel that I stepped into mother role this weekend. I was walking the dog with Nick's sister Maria, and the dog did his business on some random guys lawn. He started to yell at Maria, and tell her not to let the dog do that on his lawn. I stood up for her and reamed him saying "She has the poop bag right there, give her a second! We can't help if he wants to shit on your lawn" Now, it was bad to swear at the creepy neighbor who I don't know and it probably scared him that somebody could be so downright mean, but I don't think grown men should talk like that to young kids. If he had a complaint he should have talked to her mother, and even if he did have a complaint, she was already pulling out the poop bag, and there was no reason to yell. I however had good reason. I was woke up by screaming way too early for my taste, and I hadn't had my coffee yet. Now that I have had my coffee though, I think I would still do the same thing. Does that make me too Jersey?