I wrote this post 2 years ago, but I’m going to repost it today because something that happened to Isabel yesterday reminded me of it:
Originally posted August 10, 2007:
Tonite I had a case of deja vu. (Say that like Sloth saying “BA-BY RUUUUTH.”) My butt was kicked clear back to a basketball tournament in the 8th grade. At the tournament I was hyper and acting like a goofy 13 year old I’m sure. I was all sweaty and what not, too. I asked a boy- I think he was from another school- a question. I don’t remember what is was. But I do remember his answer. He just looked at me and said, “Man, you are ugly.” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I think my brilliant comeback was, “No I’m not!!” (Yeah. Good one Tori. “That’s what you are but what am I??? LOSER!!)
Well, tonite Tristan called from his youth activity asking me to bring his scout shirt. We had been out all evening and just dropped him off for scouts without it. I threw on my flip flops and my Longhorn hat and cruised up to the church. When I got there 3 boys ranging in ages probably 12-14 were riding around in the parking lot on their bikes. When I got out of the car I clearly heard one boy say, “Holy cow! She is uuuuugly!!” I assumed they were talking about someone else because I’m so hawt! Then I heard another say, “Yeah she is! Whoa.” I looked around and didn’t see any other person, let alone female, in the near vacinity. They were talking about me. I just ignored them and ran the shirt in. When I came back outside one of the punks was parked close to my Yukon. He full on stared at me and then rode around to his friends while he said, really loudly, “Man, beyond ugly!!” I was stunned. I couldn’t think of one smart-a$$ comment to throw back at him- and that’s rare for me. I’m full of smart-a$$ comments! Where was ElasticWaistbandLady when I need her??? I just got in my car and backed out full speed hoping one of the buttheads was just a little too close to my bumper. Then I could jump out when he’s face down on the ground, 1/2 his face torn off, bleeding profusely and yell, “Who’s ugly now?!? Bawahahahaha!!” 
I drove home and was totally surprised by how I felt. I felt like crying. Why? Like I give a crap what some pre-pubescent kid thinks about me. Why was he looking at an old lady anyway?? Weirdo. But apparently I did care. I don’t know why. Maybe because I have a 12 year old and I don’t want to be one of those ugly, frumpy, embarrassing moms. Or maybe because I don’t want anyone to think I’m ugly. I don’t know. But it hurt my feelings. Stupid, I know. And I’m 1/2 joking as I type this. But, dude. What is up with obnoxious, rude kids?? Those boys are the ones that will have girls starving themselves or worse because some butthead told them they’re ugly. It makes me mad. And it makes me think I should have aimed better when I backed out.
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Now for what happened to trigger my memory of that old post…. 
Yesterday Isabel got off the bus after school and she told me, “When I was getting off a boy told me that pretty people go first, so he let me go in front of him. But then I heard someone say ‘Yeah, if you get rid of the bucked teeth and glasses…” She didn’t know who said it because they were behind her. It just broke my heart to hear that. Here she is, my 10 year old beautiful girl, and these jerk kids with no manners or consideration for other’s feelings, broke her heart. I wanted to punch the twerp in the face! Girls are so sensitive at that age anyway, but to have kids make fun of something you’re already sensitive about… makes me so sad. Isabel is beautiful- even with her overbite and glasses and I hate that I wasn’t there to kick some butt and take some names. SEE- she’s beautiful: 
So, to that rude, rude kid: You get a Tad Award. What’s that you ask? It’s an award I made up that I give out to jerks. Rude people. Lame people. You.
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ROAD RAGE seems exciting. Seriously. Last nite Sei took me out for a milkshake because he’s romantic like that & I like Jack in the Box milkshakes. So… we’re heading back to our house when this idiot full on PASSES US ON THE LEFT, whips in front of us and nearly runs us off the road. The dork didn’t realize the reason we were going slower was because there was a car in front of us, so he got stuck. Anyway, as luck would have it he turned into our neighborhood. Idk if he was racing his friends behind us, but there was definitely 3 cars together.
Well, his 2 friends turned off behind us but he kept going because he thought we were following him. Ok, we were following him, but it was on the way to our house anyway. So technically… Anyway- this part’s funny- he turned onto a street that ends in a cul-de-sac. I was all like, “Babe, let’s go confront him… I’m wearing my skull flip flops. You think anyone wants to take a roundhouse kick to the face when I’m wearin’ these bad boys?” Yeah, that’s when Sei said, “I don’t have my gun, so let’s go home.” BUMMERman. He delivers.. So, we made him think we followed him, but then we just backed out and started goin’ home.
We see him pull out and turn the opposite direction towards back to where his friends were. I said, “Let’s go see if he was with those 2 other cars.” (Because I’m wild like that.) Well, he WAS with those guys and they were all outside and they saw us. Oops. So, we just left and started heading home.
Pay attention, here’s the thick of the plot… We’re heading home and the stupid truck pulls out behind us! The kids were home alone, we didn’t want him to see where we lived, so we turned right. He turned right. We made a loop and came back out the same place we were. So did he. Yep- he was definitely following us. We turned left. He turned left. We drove out of our neighborhood. He followed. I wasn’t really nervous. It was kinda exciting. I think he was just trying to see where we lived because he kinda hung back some… until we turned onto a street and Sei busted a U. The guy totally busted a U and then it wasn’t funny anymore.
He was following us and Sei was driving like a bat outta hell. Then we decided we needed to call 9-1-1, because let’s face it- my man didn’t have his gun, his badge and having his wife with him was makin’ him nervous. His “cop driving skills” were makin’ ME nervous. I was hangin’ on to the “O.S.” bar the whole time. lol Anyway, right as he called 9-1-1 we saw a cop runnin’ radar on the highway. Sei flashed his brights and started pullin’ over. The truck, noticing the cop, turned his lites off and turned into a closed car lot. The cop hit his lites, DROVE DOWN THE GRASSY EMBANKMENT, and followed the truck. Yesssssssssssssssssssssss. I’m pretty sure he got pulled over- atleast for being suspicious. HAHAHAHA!
But now I’m like, “Great babe. He knows you have that stupid Laker plate frame on your car…” If he’s ever is in our neighborhood and sees it… 
Greeeeaaaaaattttt!!!!! Sei starts his nite shift this weekend and I am so jealous. He gets to drive like that all the time! I told him I wanted to be a cop who chases the people, but then all the other cops can actually get the guy outta the car. I’d just talk trash from inside my squad car…
*** Cool points if you caught the Fresh Prince lyric. Cool points if you can tell me where “Bummerman. He delivers.” is from. **
It’s Tad Award time. For the newbies let me explain what this award is. Almost 2 years ago I introduced these awards. A Tad Award is NOT an award you want to win. The Tad Award is basically reserved for people who suck. I hand them out occasionally. You can click on the pic of Tad to read about other Tad Award winners. Here’s today’s:
So…. Sei was at work. It was his lunch break which is suppose to be his time- although it usually gets cut short by some kind of call. Anyway… the computer in his cop car was dying and needed to be charged. It charges only when the car is on. So, he went in to Whataburger to eat, but left the car running and locked and parked where he could see it. He was in Whataburger for about 20 minutes. He ordered, ate and left. When he went back to the station the lieutenant pulled Sei aside and let him know he had received a complaint. What?? A woman had taken the time out of her day to call the police station to file a complaint. She said she was glad that all their city tax money was going towards paying for a police officer to leave his car running during a 20 minute lunch. Are you freakin’ kidding me?
1st of all – Why do people think that because they pay taxes that they own the police? Or the cops owe them something?
2nd of all- who DOES that??? Seriously??? If she was bothered or concerned could she not have just said, “Excuse me officer. Did you know your car was on?” and then he could have explained that he was charging his computer. Instead she went to his superiors and complained against my husband because he left his car running.
Gee- what a freakin’ crime biotch.
Are you kidding me?
Tad award for you. And I hope you get pulled over soon.
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Because you never know what other drivers are distracted doing (like complaining about stupid things!!) while they drive, make sure you have the recommended auto insurance coverage.
Tonite I had a case of deja vu. (Say that like Sloth saying “BA-BY RUUUUTH.”) My butt was kicked clear back to a basketball tournament in the 8th grade. At the tournament I was hyper and acting like a goofy 13 year old I’m sure. I was all sweaty and what not, too. I asked a boy- I think he was from another school- a question. I don’t remember what is was. But I do remember his answer. He just looked at me and said, “Man, you are ugly.” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I think my brilliant comeback was, “No I’m not!!” (Yeah. Good one Tori. “That’s what you are but what am I??? LOSER!!)
Well, tonite Tristan called from his youth activity asking me to bring his scout shirt. We had been out all evening and just dropped him off for scouts without it. I threw on my flip flops and my Longhorn hat and cruised up to the church. When I got there 3 boys ranging in ages probably 12-14 were riding around in the parking lot on their bikes. When I got out of the car I clearly heard one boy say, “Holy cow! She is uuuuugly!!” I assumed they were talking about someone else because I’m so hawt! Then I heard another say, “Yeah she is! Whoa.” I looked around and didn’t see any other person, let alone female, in the near vacinity. They were talking about me. I just ignored them and ran the shirt in. When I came back outside one of the punks was parked close to my Yukon. He full on stared at me and then rode around to his friends while he said, really loudly, “Man, beyond ugly!!” I was stunned. I couldn’t think of one smart-a$$ comment to throw back at him- and that’s rare for me. I’m full of smart-a$$ comments! Where was ElasticWaistbandLady when I need her??? I just got in my car and backed out full speed hoping one of the buttheads was just a little too close to my bumper. Then I could jump out when he’s face down on the ground, 1/2 his face torn off, bleeding profusely and yell, “Who’s ugly now?!? Bawahahahaha!!”
I drove home and was totally surprised by how I felt. I felt like crying. Why? Like I give a crap what some pre-pubescent kid thinks about me. Why was he looking at an old lady anyway?? Weirdo. But apparently I did care. I don’t know why. Maybe because I have a 12 year old and I don’t want to be one of those ugly, frumpy, embarrassing moms. Or maybe because I don’t want anyone to think I’m ugly. I don’t know. But it hurt my feelings. Stupid, I know. And I’m 1/2 joking as I type this. But, dude. What is up with obnoxious, rude kids?? Those boys are the ones that will have girls starving themselves or worse because some butthead told them they’re ugly. It makes me mad. And it makes me think I should have aimed better when I backed out.
As most of y’all know, I was married before as was my husband. We both have children from these marriages. We married each other almost 6 years ago and it’s been RAD. But let me tell ya, the first couple of years were a huge adjustment. It almost seems that the people who had the hardest time adjusting weren’t the kids or Seiuli or myself. It was all the outside people- extended family and whatnot. Divorces and remarriages happen in almost every family at some point, so as a public service I am going to name a few things that the family and friends of the newly re-married should and should not say or do. (I’ll be giving it from MY point of view, as the woman marrying into a family, but it can work both ways.) I’m not bitter (anymore) and none of these things have taken place in years and some never actually happened to me. I just thought it could be helpful. 
- Do not introduce me to people as the “new wife” as I stand there with 5 kids. I’m not a car. He didn’t trade in the old one for a new one. I’m his wife. If you’re going to add an adjective in front of the word “wife” just say “beautiful” or “hot” or “thin”…
- Do not say things like “You don’t need to have a big reception because he had a big one last time.” Um, ok. Should we just hang up pics from our other weddings and call it good? I guess could ask No Cool Story to Photoshop them. And while we’re at it- why have children? Why have $ex? We’ve both done that before too…
- Do call me by the correct name. For example, do not call me his ex’s name or by my old last name. Try hard to address me by my married name. It will show us that you have moved on just as we have.
- Do not constantly compare me to the old spouse. Even if you’re trying to compliment me. And no, I don’t want to see pictures or old videos!!!
- Do not tell me my children with my husband look like his children from his other marriage. If this is the case then most likely his other children look like him. Just say our children look like him. No offense to anyone, but I don’t want to hear my kids look like another woman’s- unless the other woman is my mom. Guys don’t care quite as much… in fact, Sei thinks I’m totally retarded. Hell, Maybe I am…
- Do not keep an old wedding picture hanging in your living room for your daughter’s husband to see. In fact, do not leave any pictures of the ex hanging anywhere for your daughter’s husband to see. (and vice versa)
- You are not required to remove all pictures of the ex in photo albums, etc… as it may be years and years of pictures. (Although my sister in law did remove all the old pics. Or actually Sei did with his niece’s help.)
- Be respectful of the children in a intergrated family. Do not ask in front of all the children “Ok, so which one are yours??” This doesn’t refer to every case, but in my case Isabel was 2 when I married Sei. She’s never known anyone as her daddy but Seiuli. So when people ask him “Which girls are yours?” he always replies “They all are.” If you don’t know how integrated the family is or the circumstances of the “step” children and their biological fathers, then don’t ask things like that in front of them. Isabel always gets a little more clingy to Seiuli after situations like this. She wants to be “his” too.
- Unless you’re actually a close friend and you know all the crap that has gone on with exes, don’t constantly ask what’s going on with his/my ex. We try not to think about them if we don’t have to…
Man, I know there are so many more things I could list. I’m just drawing a blank… I’m sure I’ll have more to add by the end of this reunion… hee hee;)
