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Giant steps
Jun 17th
Ginnie gets a call this morning for Casey. Tempe detective wants to show him a photo lineup of suspects regarding Ed’s stabbing. No, none of the pictures was the guy but at least we know it’s still being worked on. Once Ed actually died the case got bumped up to murder. How many murders are there IN Tempe anyway?
So Casey asks the detective (as he’s taking my number because everyone else changes numbers so often) how he got Ginnie’s number to begin with. “It’s what I do.”
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Also, Ginnie called her father about something or other and he tells her, “Oh by the way, I’m getting married on Monday.”
Have a nice life dude. Someday you’ll figure out YOU have to make an effort to keep in contact with your children. It’s not their responsibility, it’s yours.
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I’ve got a busy couple of months coming up. The first 10 days in July I’ll be in Minnesota and the first ten days of August I’ll be packing and moving to Tempe. I finally settled on a complex on Mill between Southern and the 60. The complex and certain apartments have recently been renovated so it shouldn’t be too crappy. The model was decent. Plus water and electricity are included in the rent and it’s still less than the rent I’m paying here. They have three pools, an Internet Cafe and a brand new exercise room on the property. I’ll have extra money soon! I plan on being a regular at IKEA.
I’ll invite you all over once I get settled it.
And for the rest of you
May 22nd
My baby graduated last night! My last and final (and only) kid to graduate.
I’m telling you the whole thing was a drag right up til they called her name.
Overcast sky all day we were hoping would hold. No such luck. Just before I got there (an hour early in order to find parking and seating) it started sprinkling. As more and more families were crammed into the stands at the school’s football field the rain continued. Umbrellas fighting for space, too. The old bat in front of me had one of those six foot golfer umbrellas that drained right onto my lap. Not to mention the drunk ass father and grandfather that showed up 5 minutes before the thing started and bitched the whole time about getting wet. Shut up asshole, we’ve been here for HOURS. What ever happened to chivalry, where the menfolk sat in the rain holding seats while the ladies waited comfortably whilst sipping cocktails in the car?
Eventually, yet right on time they started the Commencement. 805 graduates filed ceremoniously down the football field. In the rain. Then there was the standing for the pledge and the longest and most elaborate version of the Star Spangled Banner (I swear they added verses) followed by some slow convoluted America the Beautiful. Just long enough to gather puddles in our seats. Joy.
I was soaked and I had an umbrella! Most of those kids didn’t. But they were cheerful and excited, starting waves when the speeches (of which there were too many considering the weather) ran too long. There were teachers and staff at the end of each row confiscating the beach balls that periodically popped up. Spoilsports.
Finally after an hour of (I’m sure very nice and well thought out speeches and music) droll they started calling names, and it took another half an hour before they got to Ginnie’s. People waited til their kid’s name was called and cheered and then promptly left the stadium. By the time my Walker kid was up, our little group was in a wide open space in the stands so she could see us cheering her.
And by the time I made my way to the back of the field they’d flipped their tassels and the families were let in and she found me before I could find her. She was sooo happy and excited and relieved to have it all over. And soaked.
Why do they line those caps in cardboard? Wouldn’t a slim sheet of plastic be just as cheap and yet hold up better to the elements?
A few hugs and pics later (no dumbass me forgot her camera, I’ll have to wait to get copies from Ashley’s mom) she made that phone call and shit went downhill fast.
And just about the time I was trapped in the mass exodus in the parking lot, the rain stopped. Figures.
And for the rest of you
May 22nd
My baby graduated last night! My last and final (and only) kid to graduate.
I’m telling you the whole thing was a drag right up til they called her name.
Overcast sky all day we were hoping would hold. No such luck. Just before I got there (an hour early in order to find parking and seating) it started sprinkling. As more and more families were crammed into the stands at the school’s football field the rain continued. Umbrellas fighting for space, too. The old bat in front of me had one of those six foot golfer umbrellas that drained right onto my lap. Not to mention the drunk ass father and grandfather that showed up 5 minutes before the thing started and bitched the whole time about getting wet. Shut up asshole, we’ve been here for HOURS. What ever happened to chivalry, where the menfolk sat in the rain holding seats while the ladies waited comfortably whilst sipping cocktails in the car?
Eventually, yet right on time they started the Commencement. 805 graduates filed ceremoniously down the football field. In the rain. Then there was the standing for the pledge and the longest and most elaborate version of the Star Spangled Banner (I swear they added verses) followed by some slow convoluted America the Beautiful. Just long enough to gather puddles in our seats. Joy.
I was soaked and I had an umbrella! Most of those kids didn’t. But they were cheerful and excited, starting waves when the speeches (of which there were too many considering the weather) ran too long. There were teachers and staff at the end of each row confiscating the beach balls that periodically popped up. Spoilsports.
Finally after an hour of (I’m sure very nice and well thought out speeches and music) droll they started calling names, and it took another half an hour before they got to Ginnie’s. People waited til their kid’s name was called and cheered and then promptly left the stadium. By the time my Walker kid was up, our little group was in a wide open space in the stands so she could see us cheering her.
And by the time I made my way to the back of the field they’d flipped their tassels and the families were let in and she found me before I could find her. She was sooo happy and excited and relieved to have it all over. And soaked.
Why do they line those caps in cardboard? Wouldn’t a slim sheet of plastic be just as cheap and yet hold up better to the elements?
A few hugs and pics later (no dumbass me forgot her camera, I’ll have to wait to get copies from Ashley’s mom) she made that phone call and shit went downhill fast.
And just about the time I was trapped in the mass exodus in the parking lot, the rain stopped. Figures.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Hey Buck!
May 22nd
Last night was the last straw. You screwed up your last chance.
I watched her face, at the moment she was happiest and most excited, as she called you to find out where you were. Because I’m such a bitch I wanted to get out of your way so you could come over and congratulate her. And you weren’t there.
I stood there and watched her face as she was told whatever reason you weren’t there. I’ve never seen anyone so crushed in my life. Her face literally fell. There amid all her friends and people who do care about her, she fell apart. Sobbed.
You cocksucking motherfucking bastard of a so-called father. Prick. Asshole. SOB. Useless whiny piece of shit drunk-ass fucktard.
How could you? I know you hate me and I don’t really give a crap. But when you use that as an excuse to fail as a father that’s on you. YOU MISSED YOUR DAUGHTER’S GRADUATION!
I’m no longer going to encourage these kids to call you any more. I’m done taking the high road and biting my tongue and telling them to try and set up visits. Other than a few snide comments on twitter or here I have not been “trashing you all over the Internet.” Stop using me as an excuse for your own failings as a father. Accept responsibility.
You failed and it’s all on you. There are no excuses.
| Originally published at Spellwight. |
Star Trekkin!
May 7th
Not overly a fan of the original Star Trek but like anyone over the age of say, 30 I’ve seen an episode or 12. Enough that I understand about the general storyline and characters but not enough to know all the little geeky details. And I never could stand William Shatner.
I must say this new James Tiberious Kirk is much easier to handle. As is Spock. Yummy Spock. I want me some Spock.
*ahem*
No spoilers, but there are very few No Fucking Way moments for this average viewer. I’m sure more scientific people might find faults. Beautiful graphics, lots of shots of the Enterprise for the die-hards, and plenty of the old show’s catch phrases. And plenty of action.
I will say the guy (Ginnie calls him Ceasar from his old Xena role) playing Bones completely over hammed it. Almost cartoonish. Like he was doing a parady of Bones for some SNL skit. Every time they flashed on his goofy face it took me completely out of the movie.
We saw it at the Cine Capri, on Arizona’s largest screen, from about 5 rows back. Not the greatest thing when there’s a close-up of the characters’ dirty and bloody faces.
I still recommend everyone see it. It was a great movie.
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So Ginnie went with me to the movie. We met CJ and Dan, Steve, Heather, and Jack and Melanie for dinner before.
After the movie we were walking out the side door and there was a large crowd outside. I laughingly told Ginnie we should say really loud that the movie sucked, just for fun. A second later I’m tripping over something on the ground and to keep from sprawling face first on the pavement I do one of those weird flying flailing tumbles four whole steps before slamming right into her back. I’ll just bet the crowd was amused. I think I wrenched every muscle in my body but I didn’t hit the ground.
Oh, and as the Hummer parked next to us pulled out, I realized right on the other side of it was CJ’s car. How weird is that? This parking lot is HUGE and we’re parked two spaces apart. Freaky.
Ginnie's Graduation Pictures
Apr 4th
Finally!
I’ve been bugging this kid for weeks to get decent pictures taken. She kept saying she’d get her friend to take them to save money. Fine, just DO IT!
And here’s the best of the bunch.
Click on the pic to get to the entire set. Lisa Nickle took over 100 pictures over the course of the day. She did a great job. I ordered business-sized cards from moo cards because I just couldn’t get the pictures to look good on mini cards like mine.
And Lisa and her sister are making beautiful hand-made announcements. All we have left to do is gather everyone’s addresses and get prints of some of these made.
One Semester to Go
Dec 30th
Got Ginnie’s report card today.
Veterinary Science: A
World Literature: B
Prin and Prac of Econ: C (Prin and Prac sound like chipmunk names)
Trigonometry/College: C
2.821 GPA and 19.50 out of 21 required credits completed.
I do believe this child may actually graduate! Casey quit before 12th grade and got his GED and Max quit halfway through his last semester and did the same.
Mini Update
Dec 10th
Child support check is 10 days late. And I can’t find the stupid folder with my divorce papers in it to look up my number to call and find out what’s going on. I’ve torn my frakking desk apart and no sign of it. I just looked that stuff up a month ago, where could I have put it down?
Max called today. He’s in Kirkuk but his girlfriend is still in Tikrit.
Mesa’s museums are free on the first Sunday of the month now, so we took Kira out and about. We had a really good day. Casey’s growing his hair out for the first time since he was 12.
Ginnie backed into a rental car tonight. The business was closed so I made her go back up there and leave a note with her information. She says she couldn’t find a crack around the door to slide it in and didn’t want to just leave it out in the open. It’s just a mark on the fender, so I suggested she go by after school tomorrow.
Not much else going on. Biding my time.
I wish I could take away the hurt
Nov 18th
Your child turns 18 and what do you do? Maybe a party, maybe not. At least a dinner celebration? A gift or two? 18 is a pretty big deal, right?
I gave Ginnie my ring that I’ve had forever. My ring to her – meaningful.
I bought her the t-shirt she really wanted so she’d have at least one present to unwrap.
I paid for and went with her for her first tattoo. Again, what she really wanted.
She wanted to have a meal with her father. She wanted to spend time with him on her birthday. Was he available? No. “Work” and then some other reason (blamed on me) that he couldn’t take the time. He hasn’t bothered to call her since. In today’s mail was a birthday card and $20.
She’s crushed. Not so much about the $20, but because a card pretty much shows her what she means to him.
She told me yesterday that she’s afraid to call him because all he does is bitch about me. You know, he took the same so-called parenting class I did before we divorced. #1 RULE IS DON’T INVOLVE THE KIDS IN YOUR ISSUES!
I can’t believe I spent most of my adult life with this man. If he doesn’t reach out to these kids pretty soon (and do it without trashing me) he’s going to lose them. I don’t think Max gives a damn any more, Casey and Ginnie mostly avoid calling him because of how he talks about me . . . and can’t just get over it all. He’s got a woman living with him! How does SHE put up with this hate and anger?
All I can say to Ginnie is that I love her and someday he’ll be sorry he treated the kids this way. It’s all his choice. I’m not doing anything to make matters worse (though I seem to get blamed for everything anyway) and I’m certainly not going to do anything to help him out. He’s sinking all on his own.
Ginnie's Birthday Tat
Nov 15th
It’s on her right calf on the outside. AND she got her nose pierced after all. The shop owner decided to start a new trend: 18th birthday tattoos come with a free piercing. Can’t argue with free.
