Oh kill me

Kevin and I are watching America's Next top Model and eating taquitos and messing around on the computer now that we have internet finally!!

I'm already tired of work. They have me working 2 hours a day and it takes me about 30 minutes just to get there! And then they send me on break about 30 or 15 minutes before my shift ends which is stupid but whatever. So we're living with Kevin's dad and it's pissing me off because he doesn't give a shit about anything. Taxes haven't been paid in years so Kevin called the tax office today and then had to call an attorney because they were foreclosing on the house. So he got a payment plan set up thank goodness. But Kevin's dad was in the hospital for the past few days and got a call from some slut that he used to sleep with or wants to sleep with (I don't know and I don't care) and she's trying to sell him a car for $500 that's probably not even worth $100. Anyway he's giving Kevin shit because she wants money up front and we can't afford that because we have to pay the fucking taxes! But no his dad doesn't fucking get it and he's throwing a fit like a two year old because he can't blow his money! Not paying taxes is a federal offense....prison...hard time! I don't care that he doesn't give a shit but I'm not about to be put out on my ass because he doesn't give a shit about where he lives....I do care! I told Kevin today that when we move his dad is NOT allowed to move in. I'm not taking care of a man that should be able to take care of himself. If you can't manage to take care of yourself....do everyone a favor and put yourself in a home or something.

Kevin and I were running random errands today so we left his dad in charge of watching the dogs. CJ comes back so I'm not too worried about him but Wynnstan was $800 and doesn't know trouble from safety. That dog is pure idiot wrapped in entertainment. So we get back from wherever and I'm looking for the dogs. They weren't inside so I thought they might be outside in the building...nope. So I'm calling names and here comes Wynnstan and CJ walking up the road and Wynnstan being almost pure white is now and orange-ish red. I was mad as hell. I told Kevin that his dad was not allowed to watch the dogs anymore and I'll be damned if he is going to be anywhere near my kid. I don't care if he's a fucking grandparent or not, he's not fit to be around my kid and I will NOT let my child be subjected to that shit.

OK I'm tired of talking about him. It's just pissing me off more. Um...what else...oh yeah. Kevin had a couple extra phones and was lending them out to people (his dad and Tonya [a woman that doesn't know if she's straight or not and kinda lives here?]) but we have a limited number of minutes. They each pay $40 a month. Well Tonya had used all the minutes except for 8 and we don't get new ones until the 16th. So Kevin shut off her phone and then finds out today that his dad had used all 8 plus 13 more. He was pissed! It costs us 35 cents per minute that goes over. I told Kevin that he's going to have to pay the extra money to set up parental controls on the phone for usage. He didn't like it too much but I know he knows I'm right. If they're going to act like children and not listen then the only way to reason with them is to treat them like a child. (OK I lied, back to the topic I hate...) So I mentioned earlier that Kevin's dad throws temper tantrums...which is true...no exaggeration. I've seen it once and it wasn't even a bad one so I know they get worse. You tell him one thing that he doesn't like or want to hear and things go flying. There are countless holes in the wall and broken furniture because of it. The only reason there are pictures on the wall is to cover up the damage. It's awful. I just don't know anymore. I have to get out of this place! So Kevin and me and Tonya were talking about something earlier and she said something about not making him mad so he doesn't throw another fit. It took all I had to not bust out laughing. I don't care if he wants to throw a fit. When he finally realizes that it's not getting him anywhere then he will stop doing it.

I'm sick of Kevin and I being the only adults in this place. It's stupid. I shouldn't really have to be an adult for another 5 months! I grew up too fast. I can't wait until the baby comes so I can warn it like my mom warned me that growing up comes in good time but don't rush it. I guess I'm more like her than I thought. I hate being half way across the country. I'm not sure I can raise a baby on my own. It's mine and Kevin's first. And books don't give you a plan just other people's experiences! What if we mess up? I shouldn't stress it too much...it stresses the baby. Mom said something about baby's hair falling out...I almost flipped out. And then the umbilical cord falls out? I wanted to puke. I can deal with spit up and poop and gas but it's going to scare the crap out of me when the hair starts to go and I have to pick up umbilical pieces...ew. I kinda wish babies came with instruction manuals.....