Remember that bully thing with my niece that I was yapping about on Facebook last week?
(It’s too long to screen shot and make fit here or maybe I just don’t know what I’m doing so I’ll just copy/paste it and put it here because well, THAT I can do.)
(I can even do italics, too.)
(And hey! Look! Color!)
(Uh, huh. I know.)
My 14 year old niece, kiiiinda, maybe, might have a little bullying situation going on at school. He’s saying not so nice things and now saying not so nice things on FB.(I’m sugar coating that a bit, folks. He’s ugly.)Her: It’s ok. He kinda scares me, but I’m gonna talk to a coach and I’ll take care of it.
Me: Good. Always remember to be mature, do not use curse words and that you are better than stooping to his level and bullying back. But if the coach doesn’t help or ignores you, and you need me while your mom is out of town, “I’LL COME UP THERE AND KICK THAT LITTLE PUNK’S ASS WITH A FRESH COAT OF LIPSTICK ON.”
Her: I texted Mommy and told her I had a secret weapon when she’s outta town. I have CAC.
Me: Huh? What is that?
Her: Crazy Aunt Carrie
Spread the word, sister…spread the word.
(I’m sorry. But I can’t stand the thought of kids bullying. Especially boys bullying girls. That sends me over the edge. And you can always tell your kids they have a Crazy Aunt Carrie, too, if they’re getting bullied.)
There. That was it.
(I mean, come on. I ain’t THAT ridiculous.)
I have always said God gave Stacie, my sister, my child.
I can’t have kids so He just let Stacie birth her and raise her and feed her and listen to her smart mouth and look at her dirty room and listen to her fight with her sister and eventually buy her prom dresses and buy her first car and pay her college tuition.
I just get to love her and show her how to do her best to take any crap from life.
(God makes some sweeeeeet deals, don’t He?? I just gotta do better at holding up my end of cursing less and some world peace crap.)
Hanna, my niece, is pretty much my twin as far as attitude and tolerating crap goes.
(Hailey, one of my other nieces…Hanna’s younger sister? She’s her momma made over. Soft, delicate, tender-hearted, sweet as they come. But. Can easily be a wuss. I’m working on her, too, though. There’s still hope.)
So, when I “stumbled across” some nasty crap bully-dude wrote on Facebook about her, well, I pretty much totally lost it. Went out of my mind. Crazy. Imbecilish. Got all momma-bear-ish and my voice went all satan-y sounding and I kinda couldn’t see straight because apparently when your eyes bulge so far out of your head, your vision goes a little off.
(And by “stumbled across” I mean “nosing on her Facebook page and getting all up in her business making sure she ain’t doing or saying or posting crap she shouldn’t be doing.)
(Cause I do know…she’s most likely no angel. Remember…she’s got a lot of me in her.)
I called Hanna immediately. She hadn’t seen what bully-dude posted yet and I, or more like satan, told her to get that crap deleted and when she did…to call me back.
We hashed it out a few minutes later.
Let me back up a bit:
My sister, Stacie, and her husband, Scott, were on vacation. Out of the states. Over big waters. Far, far away. Looking at ruins and climbing jungly type crap and just being all adventurous.
It’s always been understood…when SHE’S away…AUNT CARRIE is in charge.
That’s the rule. Always has been. Always will be. Even when they’re 80 and I’m dead.
(Yep, even then.)
Back to Hanna’s deal now. Here’s the scoop:
She broke up with her boyfriend. Like all 14 year olds do.
One of the boyfriend’s buddy’s was being an asshat and calling her names and pushing her around and saying crap behind her back but to the right people to make sure it got back to her.
The ex-boyfriend had no issue. As a matter of fact, she said they were still friends, just not boyfriend/girlfriend anymore but he was really still very nice to her and even apologized that his friend (some kind of friend, huh) was being a jerk.
The ex-boyfriend’s buddy? Ol’Bully-dude? Well, HE likes her. And apparently that was his way of getting her attention. By being mouthy and butthole-y.
Hanna said she was going to talk to two of her coaches so they’d know what was going on and could step in if he didn’t lay off.
(THAT part she gets from her momma. The being all smart and adult-y. Certainly not from me.)
I told her I could come to the school and talk to the bully-dude’s momma if I needed to and I wouldn’t embarrass her. I would act right and be mature. But I was not, and I repeat, NOT going to continue seeing nasty things on public forums and God help his soul if he touched her.
Of course, she said she’d take care of it and she did. She handled it very gracefully and her coaches thanked her for coming forward and being so responsible.
(The bully-dude has since moved on and according to Hanna, doesn’t even look at her anymore.)
Stacie and Scott finally got back from their worldly-global-jumping-jungle-climbing-beach-laying-around-like-jackasses vacation, so I could get some rest. They were basically doing a re-cap of the events with the family their first night back.
(Yeah. OK. I emailed Stacie when all this went down and told her I was headed to the school to take care of some thug bully that was hasseling Hanna and she might have a mess to clean up with the school when she got back.)
(She threatened me, but told me to do the right thing. Whatever it was.)
Here’s what Stacie had to say about their little family re-cap upon their return. She put this crap on Facebook, of course.
(Talk about a damn bully.)
Now. The part I want you to notice…is Hailey’s response. That last little comment.
Do you see that? Read them again.
“Yep. She will put her high heel up someone’s butt.”
This can only mean one things, my friends.
THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR HAILEY! I AM GETTING THROUGH TO HER, TOO!
THE HOPE REMAINS!!
Which just goes to prove…even when you think no one notices and nobody cares…somebody is and somebody does.
So, always do the right thing. Always.
(I’m talking to me here, too.)
(I need it more than you do, I’m sure.)
And always know, you’ll always have CAC, too.
(I just might not promise to not embarrass you or be all mature-ish and adult-y.)