Back in South Dakota...it gets harder and harder to leave My Honey, every time.
I finally got a couple of those fall pictures I promised last week...
Courtesy of my birthday present from Chris! Finally, a new camera. I am just so bad about actually picking electronic stuff out. I never really know just exactly what to get. Chris is much better at it...must be that "guy" thing. Bless his heart, he bestowed on me a Canon PowerShot SX110 IS with 9megapixels and 10X Optical zoom.
Thanks to a rather severe little thunderstorm that rolled over us, I didn't get down to the river to get the really awesome shots I had been planning on all week.
Sadly, I came home to a total fiasco...my darling, teenage daughter thought she could get away with having a "little" party at the house on Halloween night. The entire story is still not clear, as to whether she and her friends planned this or if word got out that I was out of town and a herd of kids converged on the house. Either way, Megan did not handle it in a responsible manner and has to go back to about the same rules that applied from when she was five. Of course, you know that once the word gets out about a party, the cops aren't far behind and they all got busted.
My mom feels responsible, although we all discussed the "okayness" of Megan staying at the house with one friend on Halloween night and we have never had any problems with Megan following the rules before. The rules of conduct were clearly stated before I left for Colorado;
1)Do not tell people that I was out of town...especially the kids at school.
2)It was okay for ONE friend to spend the night on Halloween.
3)There were to be no boys at the house...I made a special point of the fact that the visiting friend's boyfriend(who is usually welcome at my house) was NOT to be there, since I was sure that her dad would not like him there with no adult supervision.
and in a hardy-har-har...I specifically told her no parties or alcohol.
The brats broke every single rule in one fell swoop. I am particularly disgusted because the group that all got busted by the cops is a certain bunch that I do not welcome in my home anyway. For the most part, I have always welcomed Megan's friends and am okay with them coming over. I have been getting a bit more strict with it because some have started coming across as it's okay to just come over, hang out, eat everything in the house and spend the night whenever their parents need someplace for them to go. That I am not okay with. There is a particular bunch of boys that I certainly would not want at my house. I believe that kids will be kids-but I draw the line as smart-mouth punks, who think they can act anyway they want. They can...at their own house, NOT mine!!
The one funny as hell spot out of the whole mess(now that it is over and everyone and the horses were not harmed) was when several of the boys made a dash for it when the cops showed up. They ran around the back of the house. One ran into a hay bale, two more ran into the rather dinky barbed wire fence(that I have yet to replace) and flipped over. One made it over that fence and thought he could run around behind the barn to hide and ran smack dab into the hot fence that separates my pastures. I bet that punk got a hellava zap-LMAO. The next day my mom found a cap by the hay bale, a chunk of denim in the barbed wire and a coat hanging off the far fence(one must have made good his escape).
Obviously, our trust in Megan is shot. Whether she intended for as many kids to show up as did or whether they were supposed to bring alcohol in is now a moot point. Eight kids, several of them athletes, now have to appear before the judge on minor under the influence charges. One bright spot is that the cops, somehow had been tipped off that certain kids had the booze with them and they cannot come after me for having the liquor in my house. Sheez, the fun just never ends does it?
I guess I should probably add-that Megan had spent the rest of the week at my mom's house-like she usually does when I go to Colorado.