okay, so i've been beyond lackadaisical in my blogging efforts. i was so gung ho in the beginning, and i have these absolutely hilariously amazing stories, but life has somewhat gotten in the way. bailey is doing better...not great but better. she has gone from critical hyperthyroid to critical hypo, so we've had a meds switch. we're not far enough in to tell a difference yet, blood work in a couple weeks to see what's going on. plus she started a new "hold the bottom up" med, also in the beginning stages.
dom is dom...cruising along being a little loopie (the other day he skippity do da-ed out to the kitchen and said "why does johnny depp always walk like this? it IS fun thou!!!").
i've been sitting here blogging for forty minutes and my stories just aren't flowing. my mind is simply elsewhere. my biggest distraction has been the utterly destructive chaos that huny's exwife brings into our lives. my gawd, i have never met someone who thrives on negative energy as much as she does. now i know you're used to reading about the antics that ensue with a problematic healthed child, and just raising children and LIVING, but i have to vent or i swear to the stars i am going to go completely ballistic on this idiotic brillo toad, which would be good for no one at all.
anyone that knows me is very aware that i have a temper, but that it takes more than a lot to shake me into infuriation (for pete's sake look at the way i deal with my loser exhusband. i haven't even attempted to have him wiped from the face of the earth, so you know i've got it under control), but this woman this excruciatingly lunatic!!! now, i won't say that i haven't completely blown up over this several times, because that would be FIBBING. i have ranted and raved (and just accidentally put a post on facebook that i was putting on here...whoopsie doodles), but overall i have kept it under control, and even burst into laughter over it (the laughter of the insane...the other night, in what was most certainly a drunken stupor, she text to huny "i'm not your bitch, she is"...oh little girl...i'm not his bitch, i'm THE bitch). but here, dear reader, is what has kept me from entertaining you the last month or so, and she will therein be referred to as "it", to keep me from verbal perversions. i'll admit, there's humor in this...it's just of the mean girl variety...so brace up...
1.) about two months ago, i received a letter from the nebraska department of roads. i opened it immediately-i take state matters seriously. now, i'll admit i knew that it worked there, but i never dreamed this contact was from it. the three-paged letter inside rambled (with both inadequate grammar and an atrocity of misspellings) on about derogatorily about what a huge piece of crap huny is, and a bad father who never sees his child (ummmm...who is at our house four days one week and two the alternating, as well as any extra time huny can wrangle) and how it "implored to the mother in me" (you silly bitch, i AM a mother, it's not just a piece of me) to protect myself. now, aside from the fact that i've been next to huny when it's obscene, screaming voice has come through the phone, and been present for the numerous times she's used her child as leverage...or geesh, you get the idea...it wasn't just the content of the letter. for all my fire, for all my brimstone, i am a firm believer in "the system". people who are good and just, follow the rules and play by the book prevail. so, with that in mind, and the fact that i originally majored in psych/prelaw, looked at it from this aspect...this 'woman', who had computer access to the department of motor vehicles information thru her employment, obtained my address and violated my right to privacy, used a state envelope to disguise it's communication, and used the postage meter at it's place of employment to send said letter...which, albeit small, is FRAUD. so, being the law-abiding citizen i am, i reported it to the nebraska state department of roads human resources department. awwwww...you lost your job? and it's my fault? no you daft cow, you violated your place of employment's contract (using those records for personal gain is a felony, so you're lucky you're not in jail). it takes a lot to push me to the brink, but if you do, i will come at you hard, fast and with execution-style deliberation.
2.) about a year and a half ago, in a legal proceeding, huny requested back some personal affects. for those of you that don't know, huny used to work NASCAR-yes, the cars that drive consistently left-and he had amassed many one of a kind artifacts, autographs and whatnot. when he requested these, the ex told a judge that they had been stolen. the judge asked that it produce a police report, which it could not as it said it never filed one. well how unfortunate. sounds much like a story it once told about a ring being stolen, which amazingly, it was wearing in a picture taken last month. shocking! the theives must have suffered a stroke of conscious morality and returned your item of value.
a couple weeks ago it came to our attention that it was having a "huge sale" (yes, it actually text this to huny, also stating that it had his baby albums and he could get them once the HUGE SALE was over, which have never been produced). sure 'nuf, some dumbass posted on craig's list this HUGE SALE..listing that there were "many pit crew memorabilia" and one of a kind items...with it's home address listed. fucking duh. so, i simply sent a dear friend (if you're reading this, bless your heart for the help) over to buy these items. now, i'm completely pissed that huny had to pay to get these items back, and hopefully some of that money will be spent on his child and not totally on cigarettes and pork rinds, but these are back in huny's possession and that means more than anything. the lithographs are now hanging in our house...another victory as they had never been allowed to hang before.
3.) on mother's day, huny's daughter wanted to get something for it. now, the two things above are NOTHING compared to what she's done to him, so understandably, the thought of getting a nicety for her churns his stomach. seeing as NO ONE has ever offered to do this courtesy for my children (and seriously, i'm never going to take them to spend my own money on me), i thought i'd offer to take her and do it. we got it a card and a bouquet of flowers, which the child delivered when we returned her to it. it never said thank you, but did eventually text "i want more than flowers from that bitch for making me lose my job. i want an apology". why you disgusting, uncouth, ingratiated c-word (no matter how i feel, i can't even bring myself to type it)...how DARE you assume i would EVER apologize for the abuse that you have inflicted upon me. i did it for your child, so that she could feel special and important in your eyes and i am sickened by your extremely misguided thought that this was about me. the pleasantries are over and while i will do everything your child requires to avoid the past that mine have, don't make the mistake of thinking that i won't give you you enough rope to watch you hang yourself, and tighten the proverbial noose given the opportunity.
whew. not much, but boy that feels good. back to giggles and glitter and butterflies. oh and look vinnie...i wiped!!!
