Before they moved 30 miles away (to keep the step-dweeb from seeing his kids, the skank) and changed schools, I coached her for track. She's the tallest kid (either sex) in her class, by about 4 inches, and over a foot taller than several of the kids her age. And all that height? It's mostly leg. She can run like a deer.
I got her trained up for the one mile, the longest race they have for Jr. High track here, and she came in over a minute ahead of everyone. A minute and eight seconds ahead of the next runner, who was a boy. The High School track coach was there. He blinked. Boy did he ever.
And then they moved, and the school she is now in is crap, no track, band only once a week (clarinet) instead of daily, no science curriculum to speak of, it's just sad. But 'Mommy' gets to live with her boyfriend there, what a great example to the two kids. The granddaughter is taking it fairly well, she just shakes her head and spends all of her time with us or staying over at friend's houses.
(I suspect she's only in 'her' house about three nights in any given week. She hates her mother's boyfriend, and I'm afraid I might be suspecting why. If so, will y'all visit me in the pen? I'll shoot the b4tard, I swear I will, right in the nards and then the head, if I find he's touched her even ONCE.)
Our grandson, however, has been very badly affected by it all. He's a lot better now, he's been spending a lot of time with his father on weekends, almost every week now for several months. It has helped a lot. Dad thinks he ought to be a father, rather than buying his kid stuff and trying to be his buddy. We're starting to be real hopeful about the step-dweeb, too. He's learned a lot in the last couple of years, and he's likely to lose the 'dweeb' appellation from me, if he keeps going like he is.) |
