Oh My Fucking Shit!

So… that girl… you know which one. The female-thing that is technically still married to my son even though she’s on her third family somewhere (Kentucky, how appropriate) across the country.

She finally posted something new on Facebook.

Im engaged to a wonderful man !!!! Oh and i had a beautiful baby boy now hes two months old…. his name is aiden matthew stone

Arrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!

Now the only things I can think of posting in reply are soooo snarky.

• Congratulations! Will you keep this one for more than a year?
• Congratulations! Don’t forget your daughter’s 4th birthday tomorrow, Oh wait, you’ve already forgotten your daughter so never mind.
• Congratulations! Funny how you named him after the one man you’ve been with in the last four years that didn’t impregnate you.
• Congratulations! Guess that’ll be a long engagement considering you’re still married.
• Congratulations! Boys who are abandoned by their mothers tend to grow up and become serial killers. Do him a favor and adopt him out before he becomes attached.
• Congratulations, you fucking white trash whore.

Whew, I think I’m done. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system.

That Girl is at it again.

10/30/07 – Speaking of not needing this shit, I’ve had contact with the Daughter-in-Law. Apparently her long disappearance can be attributed to going back to prison to finish out her parole violation and now she’s legally free and clear of that. And wants to see her daughter. I gave Casey her phone number and told him to call her. I so don’t want to get in the middle of that but she’s asking me to. She wants me to mediate between them because “I’m so blunt and calm and honest” and all they do is fight.

11/8/07 – Uncomfortable phone conversation with DIL. She’s getting impatient and a bit bitchy but I’m not driving this kid all the way to Phoenix again to find her. She needs to come halfway. And she needs to stop stretching the truth to make her actions look better and accusing Casey of hiding Kira. Just because he moved that doesn’t mean he did it to spite her.

1/10/08 – Just for the record, Kira’s “real” mom just came and picked her up for a couple of days. Casey’s trusting her so I will.

(The one and only time she’s bothered to come get her.)

Anyway, there was a tentative plan to take Kira over there yesterday morning, but he hadn’t verified and I didn’t want to drive her all the way up there and have them not be there. Her apartment is 2 miles from the studio. Last weekend That Girl was supposed to have her and called with a whole my-tummy-hurts-I’m-going-to-the-hospital bullshit again and backed out. She frakking called me at 2:00 am last night wanting to know where Casey and Kira were and why I didn’t bring her up there. Bitch. NOT MY FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY. I just logged onto Myspace and there’s another nasty note there regarding how bad we’re treating her. To which I replied:

Actually, I had plans and couldn’t drive him. Remember he doesn’t have access to a car and you do. And from what he tells me, you’re the one who usually cancels. As far as not answering your calls, he’d left his phone in Daniel’s car and when I spoke to him this morning he was pissed because you’d call everyone. Stop whining and set up some real plans and follow through. You’re certainly not going out of your way to make this any easier. If you wanted her, you’d find a way.

Debbie.

I’m too damned nice.

Speaking of lousy parenting. Fucktard called Ginnie yesterday and insisted they go to the movies and said he’d be there at 9:15 last night to take her out. She canceled other plans and then he didn’t show, didn’t call and hasn’t answered the 8 times she’s called him to find out WTF. AFAIK he hasn’t bothered to contact her today to explain, either. Way to go, Papa.

Kira kicked my ass this afternoon.

Didn’t even hear from Dad today. I know I’m boring but what else has he got to do besides hang out with me?

Uncomfortable phone conversation with DIL. She’s getting impatient and a bit bitchy but I’m not driving this kid all the way to Phoenix again to find her. She needs to come halfway. And she needs to stop stretching the truth to make her actions look better and accusing Casey of hiding Kira. Just because he moved that doesn’t mean he did it to spite her.

Seriously uncomfortable SERIES of phone calls with Buck. He’s drunk again and yet he thinks he’s fine. Yes I hung up on him when he started yelling and then he hung up on me when I had to yell at him to hang-on-a-minute when Ginnie came up to see what I was yelling about. And then another call. And then a text from Max that Buck had called him and was he drunk or something? Way to be a parent there Buckles. I told him if he wanted to have a conversation (because that’s what he keeps saying – do I really REALLY want to go through with this and that we need to have a talk) he needed to chose NOT to fucking drink beforehand. I won’t even try to talk to him unless he’s sober. It’s his choice.

Jesus Christ.

Two bowls of chocolate ice cream. Really bad day. I think I’ll cry for a while now.

I’ve had this intermittent abdominal pain all day. Not in the stomach but higher up like the beginning of the intestine. Or whatever is on both sides high up around the stomach. Sharp enough to take my breath away and then migrates down to my lower back. And then goes away.

Shit.

And no, I have no problems in that particular department. That was my first guess, a back-up in the plumbing. Just sharp pains every 20-30 minutes or so. No upset stomach, no problems eating or going to the bathroom. Not even gas.

If it’s still bad tomorrow I’ll call the nurse line. Damned difficult having my health care provider in downtown frakking Phoenix. Cuts down on the bullshit visits though.

I wonder if I can go to the VA clinic over at Williams Gateway?

Speaking of not needing this shit, I’ve had contact with the Daughter-in-Law. Apparently her long disappearance can be attributed to going back to prison to finish out her parole violation and now she’s legally free and clear of that. And wants to see her daughter. I gave Casey her phone number and told him to call her. I so don’t want to get in the middle of that but she’s asking me to. She wants me to mediate between them because “I’m so blunt and calm and honest” and all they do is fight.

Fuck.

And I re-did my own divorce papers today. I have his new address and stuff so I’ve printed everything out. I just need to make the requisite copies and go file them with the court. I found a paragraph that they’ll work the financing if you need it, so I’m going down to see what I can do. With the car crap going on I really don’t have the starting price of $276, then on top of that there’s the added fees to get him served. I could do it myself free but after the phone call tonight . . .

(pain, oh shit, deep breath) Skip the next few paragraphs – it’s just bitching for the record.

Where he snarked at me that I never call him so he needs to call me to make sure I’m alright. And what about our tax filing that he is planning to go to HR Block because I screwed it up so badly last year. If I remember correctly, the biggest screwup was his fucking employers not sending the W2s in time. And what to do about the car loans in both of our names? I won’t have a car because he can’t make my payments. I’m making my payments! Because the loan is in his name. Both loans are in both of our names, Buck. So he expects me to screw him over the car, too? Asshole.

And then the conversation moved to how he’s soooo sure he’s at the bottom of the list of people Max will want to see. He whines that Ginnie is so hard to get time with. He doesn’t want to see her with her b/f around but can he tell her that? No. He just bitches at me that she’s too busy.

And he wonders why I don’t call him.

(aaaahhhhhh owwwwww I’m going to bed and hoping the ibuprofen kicks in soon)

So Casey’s boss’s sister-in-law is a lawyer and should be assisting Casey shortly. I spent an hour this morning convincing him NOT to wait too long.

Babysat last night – supposedly so they could get ready to move today. At least that’s what was mentioned. Not a bad night. Got up this morning, enjoyed grandchild, took her over to their friend’s where I was asked:

“When are you picking her back up?”

Um, AFAIK I’m going to take Casey to rent a U-Haul and then I’m done. So I get to Casey’s and he’s not there. Granted, I was supposed to call him before I left our house but one would think you’d be at your old house packing and shit if you were gonna move TODAY. I remembered I had a key so we (Buck brought his truck so he could rescue his pool table) went in and . . .

They ain’t done shit. Not one bag, not one box, not one thing packed. Not even stripped the bed. Nothing. WTF?

15 minutes later Casey and his buddies pop in all nonchalant and make a joke about getting a big enough U-haul so they can just toss everything they own in it helter-skelter and go. I’m glaring.

On the way to the rental place, he tells me they couldn’t stand the roommate SO MUCH that they hadn’t been home ALL WEEK except to sleep and that’s why nothing was ready. I remind you the girl has no job. She could have, at the very least, done the fucking laundry and/or bagged it up. She could have, oh I dunno, packed up the fucking dishes? Jesus! She’s not even there NOW! Its her house full of shit and she’s not there to help move.

Oh wait, it gets better. As the guys are hauling furniture out of their bedroom there’s something behind the door. Guess what? Every fucking diaper that kid has ever peed in is tossed into a pile behind the bedroom door. FUCKING nasty! Casey quips “we never got that Diaper Genie!” like it’s funny.

I can’t even speak. I’m not cleaning that up. Actually, I didn’t do anything except make a couple of suggestions on loading the U-haul. NOT MY JOB, MAN. IF you can’t make a frakking effort, I’m not lifting a finger to help you.

Now I’m not the cleanest person alive. My house has never approached spotless by any means. We’re lived-in people. But I’ve never left dirty diapers, or dirty dishes, empty soda or beer cans, or used food wrappers lying around beyond the next time I got up to go towards the appropriate receptacle. How hard is it to strategically place garbage cans – frakking paper sacks will do in a pinch – in areas of high garbage need?

I see in his eyes that Casey knows better and is ashamed. He’s been covering for her for months. The baby is clean and well fed but she’s going to be crawling and moving around soon. So now I have to figure out how to say what I need to say without it coming out like . . .

WERE YOU FUCKING BORN IN A BARN? It is possible to be broke and still have some fucking dignity! Clean up something. Use a fucking garbage bag once in a while. Get off your ass and make a home for your family before the rats and cockroaches find you!

*ahem*

Spent all day in the car again yesterday.

Helicopter landing in the field across from my backyard woke me up at 5:43, and I woke Casey up at 6:00, woke Buck up at 6:15, woke Casey up at 6:20, woke Ginnie up at 6:30, and woke Casey up at 6:30 before his ride gave up and left without him.

Took Buck to work at 7:20 and on the way he firmly suggested I get one of my tires patched as there was a screw jammed in so I picked myself up some McDonald’s and spent the next hour at Big O. What a crappy place. Amazingly enough every person who came in needed all their tires replaced! /sarcasm

I got home at 8:40 and Ginnie was still there and had been “sick” twice so she stayed home from school. Venus was getting the baby ready, apparently I was supposed to pick up Casey from work and take them all over town?

I had just made a speech Sunday night about people having the courtesy to ASK me to do stuff rather than just expecting me to. Show me some respect. I realize I just sit on my ass all the time and have nothing to do, but damn, ASK if I can do stuff for you don’t just assume I’ll do it.

But I’m a pussy and I load everyone up and drive to Tempe, pick up Casey from work, stop by their house, stop at Burger King so they all could eat, drive to traffic court, drive to the QT to get a money order, back to traffic court, over to the Cricket office, back to Tempe to a different Cricket office, and then back to Casey’s work and back home again.

I actually got to stay at home for awhile, but Ginnie wanted me to watch her latest movie acquisition, Robin Hood: Men in Tights. After that I got a few minutes online and then we’re off again, to pick up Casey from work and drop them off at the mall and then pick up Buck from work, go to the grocery story and then home again.

That girl was changing the baby on my couch and the baby pissed all over it. Which is what babies do, I suppose, but there are other places to change her. I was mad because their crap was strewn all over my living room and kitchen table and there wasn’t one flat area in my frakking house that wasn’t covered with bullshit. That girl needs to be more organized when they come over. I can’t stand it. There are already too many bodies in my little hosue, and on top of that they’re slobs. Piles of stinky baby clothes and their clothes and dishes and food wrappers and accumulated crap. Bitch, clean up something!

Seriously, I’m no clean freak but dayum, even *I* get fed up with clutter.

Its not that hard, really. When darling precious messes up something, take it off and use a plastic bag or something. Don’t just create another pile of dirty clothes. When you get up to get another snack, take care of the dishes/wrappers from the last one. Fold up blankets and set them aside in the morning. Grrrrrrr.

Great episode! I want to go back and freeze-frame this because the images Peter sees in his coma sometimes flip too fast for me.

And I wanted to use this icon specifically yesterday but I forgot. Happy Anniversary Roe vs. Wade.

Long weekend, short of breath, dunno why.

Went to Golden Corral for steak last night. Seriously, that place is expensive for a buffet, but the food is really good. $10.79 per person, not including drinks. Who doesn’t include drinks?

Will upload camera contents sometime today, mostly baby pictures. Nothing’s happening here except another weekend with a house full and my temper gets shorter.

Venus is doing the dishes. I’m marking this moment for posterity. I even made a point of telling her I hadn’t seen her do anything in all the time I’ve known her except one attempt at dishes. Casey does everything. She swears she does “stuff” all the time and yet both Casey and their roommate Jay say they keep the house clean. I think this is why she holds that baby all the time, so she doesn’t have to get up of her ever-growing ass and do anything. So Casey when out with friends last night and left her here and got back around 4:30 am. And is still asleep on the couch.

Which is why I’m gonna have to grow more back bone and say they can’t come over so often. This shit is driving me bonkers. They come on Friday evening and stay until after dinner on Sunday and I’m exhausted. And they bicker most of the time and it’s just so loud in my little house with this many people.

Got the last of the Christmas stuff put away, except for the inflatables. I had Ginnie hose ‘em down and they have to dry before I can pack them up.

I missed going up to Draco Vista for the podcast recording yesterday. Maybe next week.

She’s supposed to be on the state AHCCCS program, free health care for basically poor people. Which does, in fact, provide for a primary care physician, if she’d ever bothered to look for one. Even after all that gall bladder mess, she never bothered to find one. Most doctors around here will take AHCCCS because they know they’ll get paid. AND she never bothered to call back the number that I gave her (twice) for the AHCCCS office because she never bothered to give them an address change. So they stopped her coverage.

And when you ask her about it, she whines she forgot. Nice.

Good thing the baby was assigned to a pediatrician or she’d never have decent health care either.

Good thing is, all she has to do is fill out a form and the program will retroactively cover yesterday’s fun and put her back on the program. 5 will get you 10 she’ll find a way to screw that up, too.

Casey’s wondering if this will stop their food stamps, too.

I swear that girl can’t DO anything. Oh wait, she can whine. She quit her job. Worked at Circle-7-11-K for what, 2 weeks? I never got a good answer for that, she just whined they didn’t treat her right.

:enormous rolling of the eyes here:

Anyone who says “slept like a baby” thinking it means slept well, never slept with a baby.

Someone calling all day from a number that shows up on reverse phone directory as some church in GA. Every time we’d answer though, it sounded like whoever it was was speaking from the bottom of Lake Erie. Garble garble garble. Ends up being #2 son from Iraq – figure that one out. Call number 13 finally connected decently enough for him to tell me to check my email, like I don’t do that 20 times a day anyway.

Fine, we’re selling his truck. And while its for sale, Ginnie will drive him back and forth to work because I’m NOT paying for it when he’s picked up for driving on a suspended license. Fucking enough is enough.

AND now I’ll have to get a fucking part-time job, so I can keep my internet and phone and electricity and power while he’s paying for his own stupidity.

Fucker.

Are you stupid? Instead of leaving the pill case all over the house, put them next to something you do every day. Do you brush your fucking teeth every night? Take a pill! Or do you get up every morning and piss? TAKE A PILL.

I told Casey on the phone yesterday, if she doesn’t want to be known as stupid, then she has to prove otherwise.

I just know that sometime in the next 2 years, I’m gonna get stuck raising that kid.