Update on the birthday

The little brat who stole D's jeans has been texting her all day with threats. She also goofed up by telling D that she does have the jeans, but she got them from someone else. Except that the store she said they came from doesn't sell that brand and the girl she claimed to have gotten them from wears like a size 13 and the jeans are size 0.

I hate to get all "Vendetta" on this kid, but you know... How do you keep lying and then send threats via a method that can be traced? I'm just angry that the criminal got her hands on D's phone and deleted a lot of her contacts (and I think copied others), along with sending rude messages to other people using her phone. Guess the little darlin' hasn't heard of the instant statement from the cell company.

A trip to the school in the morning, a trip to the cops to update the event report... Yeah, my Tuesday "mental health day" is going to be SUCH a treat.

One more thought on turning 13

With The Diva turning 13, I got some emails which annoyed me. Microsoft, Disney and a few other sites where she has a kid account informed me that, at 13, my child is NOT a child to them and now has access to the grown-up stuff on their websites.




OK....

Now, please explain to me how taking a minor off moderation is protection for them. At 13, do ALL children suddenly become mentally mature and get a common sense chip activated? Doubtful, knowing my newly-become teen.

And people wonder how the pervs find teens on the Web to exploit.

13 the hard way

Today is/was The Diva's birthday and I am so glad the day is over. It was a train wreck!

First, she spent the night with a girl whose family are really insane and trouble broke out. The girl steals and she keeps stealing D's clothes. Well, the little twitch stole a pair of jeans that my dad bought for D and I wanted them back. I also wanted the sketchbook that the girl was holding on to. The headbands the girl is welcome to keep because D said they looked nasty after this girl wore them D didn't want lice.

Well, this kid's mother decided to accuse D of being a psychopath because she has nice clothes and wants to wear them. She also swears her kid only has five pairs of jeans (this while throwing a pile of at least 10 pairs at me to go through). The husband apparently spends a lot of "quality time" in our local lock-up and just got home from the latest visit, so he was not very cordial, either.

I could replace the jeans, but the sketchbook is another story. What really made me angry was the attitude of the parents about their child stealing--"All this fuss over a pair of pants. Go buy her another pair if it is that important." "It's just a sketchbook. They cost four bucks at WalMart." Well, it is the principle here--first, I should not have to replace something your brat is standing there wearing in front of us and second, D has been working on some clothing designs over the past several months and that work is not easily duplicated. The father was like "Well, I draw too and I don't get upset when my stuff gets messed up!"

Both these people are missing the major point--their kid is a thief!

Well, I asked them to just let D see if she could find the book and they started cussing and screaming and threatening me. I just backed away and called the cops at that point. It took over an HOUR for the police to show up, giving those miscreants time to hide/destroy stuff and call someone to come get the pot out of the house (apparently the older brother makes his living via the informal pharmaceuticals trade). I watched the person go in, get the hand-over and then carry it away. Meanwhile, the parents coached their little "darling" on what to tell the cops. You could hear them yelling at her about what to say all the way down the street. Basically, the phony claim was that we went over unannounced and tried to break down the door. PLEASE!!! Anyone who knows me knows that I am not going to break down a door--especially when I know there are completely INSANE mofos on the other side.

Anyway, the mother had time to take her meds (speaking of "psychopath") and get the girl to say that Danielle was crazy and was always showing up over there. I can attest that is not true--text messaging records are a wonderful thing... The cops weren't buying their story and told me how to sue them, giving me an event number and nothing else. As if suing would ever get the artwork back.

It just about ruined The Diva's day because she had plans. However, we did salvage most of them. She and her "bestee" went to a movie and then hung out for a while, going to the park and then playing on the computer. D was so tired after we dropped her friend off back home that she crawled into bed after dinner and missed her cake. I might just wake her up in the morning with it.

Poor thing--I wanted her to have a nice birthday and it ended up being memorable, but for all the wrong reasons. Well, maybe this experience will finally convince her that there are some real bitches out there even in middle school and that when I say I want to screen these girls and their families, I'm not doing so just to be nosy. I won't be able to protect her from everything, but I will do my best to protect her as much as I can.