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Bullies and Wasteoftimebook

The alarm went off this morning, Not Elaine’s noisy buzzing alarm. No, it was my all natural alarm.

At 6:11 AM I felt my alarm tugging at my blankets. I rolled over to faintly see a snow white dog with two very brown eyes with one foot on my bed staring at me in my still dark bedroom, I hit the “snooze” button and pushed her foot off the bed. The snooze time on my alarm is set for less than a second. Before I could get comfortable she had her foot back on the bed.

Neither one of us (the dog or me) had any reason to get up. It was still dark outside, no one was going to work or school. The other dogs were sleeping. I had heard Elaine get up and let the dogs out a couple hours before. (Don’t tell Elaine I was awake, but could you tell her not turn the light on while she goes down the stairs. It shines right in my eyes.)

Oh well, I guess it was time to make some coffee and tell you guys a story about life in Northern Colorado.

A couple months ago Girl Twin told her Grandma that she found a post on her smart phone that some girl at school wanted her dead. This happened to her in fourth grade also. That time it was a boy. This girl used Instastupid to sent this post to a few kids. The post got forwarded and eventually got to Girl Twin.

I don’t really know anything about Instastupid. The kids tell me its like Wasteoftimebook. (Now, before you start judging me, yes, I use Wasteoftimebook. But I have a lot of time to waste. Plus, I like knowing what others are having for dinner, and that they are on vacation while I am throwing hay over a fence in the snow.)

Did I get off track? I seem to have lost focus. Oh yeah, Girl Twin.

Girl Twin wasn’t too upset about the Instastupid post. We chatted about it and it seemed to go away. Somehow, this past week, the post got to the attention of the asst. principal at the school. The asst. principal telephoned Elaine for information and to find out if we had known about this. Girl Twin was taken out of class (twice) to discuss Instastupid with the asst. principal, a school counselor, and a deputy sheriff.

One of Girl Twin’s friends leaked the post to the asst. principal. Girl Twin isn’t too upset about the whole thing. She didn’t need to go to a couple of classes and this other girl wasn’t a friend anyway.

I had a brother get bullied once. My mom sent my brother to the bully’s house with the instructions of “You punch the bully in the nose or when you get home I’m going to beat you.” No more bully. Sometimes I miss the old days.

Last night, Girl Twin showed the family another Instastupid post from the bully girl. This one was telling the post readers that bullying was horrible and people should be ashamed to be involved in such a thing. Girl Twin’s best friend responded that bully girl should have thought of that when she was posting about Girl Twin. I think Girl Twin is going to miss a couple classes tomorrow because I don’t think this thing is over. My mother could solve this with one punch.

Boy Twin has never had a professional haircut. I have always cut his hair. l usually cut my own hair and some of you have wondered how, why or who gets it to look like this. I know, I feel your stares. (Incidentally, no one stares more than Elaine.)

I cut Boy Twin’s hair this past week. He asked me to leave it longer than we usually do. I think he he has the teenage boy thing when hair is suddenly important. I left it longer than usual. He looked nice, kind of like a Monner, but younger, thinner, more athletic and with brown hair.

This morning Ivy told me I need to fix his hair. I was taken back a little. I thought his hair looked nice. Ivy told me I had cut his hair too short on the side of his head. Again, I thought it looked nice. I asked Boy Twin to let me see his hair. Ivy was right! (God, I hate to even write that!) Boy Twin had a patch of hair that was cut down to the skin.

Me: Did I do that to your hair? Boy Twin: Ah…, I got gum in my hair. Me: How did you get gum in your hair? Boy Twin: I didn’t put gum in my hair, I put it in my mouth.

I’m really glad he cleared that up for me.

I offered to cut his hair short on the sides and leave the top long. He told me he didn’t want to look like a monk. I have a feeling he has set himself up for an Instagram situation.

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