Debbie Lindsey Principal of Koloa School you evil bitch! You are like cat shit stuck to the bottom of my slipper for 3 years. You are the most vindictive, conniving, scheming, nasty, heartless, smelly excuse for a woman on this earth. You BITCH!
I am so sick of you still entangled in our life. Why don't you go back to the slimy rock you crawled out from under. Just who do you think you are? And who made you GOD?
Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman
Rolled in from another town
Hit some gold, too hot to settle down
But a fool and his money soon go separate ways
And you found a fool lyin' in a daze
Ha ha woman
What you gonna do
You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you
It's so good that you're feelin' pain
But you better get your face board the very next train
Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman, evil woman
Evil woman how you done me wrong
But now you're to wail a different song
Ha, ha funny how you broke me up
You made the wine now you drink a cup
ELO
You don't even deserve this song, you BITCH. This is a reasonably good song. You're not resonable and you are definitely NO GOOD.
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Why I'm here
Well, I'm not a stay at home mom. That's not the right words. I'll just say I'm done working.
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
Besides, my youngest child is a teenager now. I remember when I was pregnant with her, definitely not looking like I was in my twenties, possibly looking like in my late thirties, and working as a waitress, the only kind of job a haole can get in Hawaii, and giving dirty looks and waving the menu at people who were smoking (before the smoking ban) and 8 months pregnant with what turned out to be a nine pound baby girl, having a difficult time carrying those plates more than one at a time, and having some not so bright tourist (most are not that bright to begin with anyhow, or they wouldn't come to this rainy island) ask me a stupid question like "is this your first baby?" Uh, lady, I'm 42 years old, no, this is not my first baby, this is my LAST baby!
And the Friday before Christmas was my last day at work, and I remember walking out of there and barely able to get behind the steering wheel of my car, thinking to myself, "I'm done working". And that's it. I started when I was 16, I wrapped presents in a major department store. I worked all those years, I answered dispatch phones for the CHP, for a couple decades, listening to every single person who was screaming at me either because they crashed their car, or it was missing. And then I moved to Hawaii and became a waitress. Everyone should have to be a waitress sometime in their life. It requires basic common sense, legs that look good in short shorts, and the ability to balance plates. I did that for 5 1/2 years, and at 8 1/2 months pregnant, I said, "you know, I'm done working now".
About Me
- hulamama
- I do yoga to keep from shrinking and from losing my mind. I don't say "Om", and I usually listen to morning music.
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