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Just Venting and Ranting

*DISCLAIMER* This is my personal blog. My On-line journal. I choose to make it public and choose to allow people to read it for entertainment purposes. After all, my life is just a camera crew shy of a reality TV show...or a soap opera... your choice. The views and opinions expressed here are just that MY OPINIONS and are therefore covered by the First Amendment and Freedom of Speech. If you don't like what I write here, feel free to click that cute little X in the top right hand corner of your computer screen and see your way out of here. If you chose to stay, understand these are my opinions. You don't have to agree with them, but you can not shut me up.

Having said that, I am going to rant here. A lot. So sit down, get comfortable, and hold on. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I got an email today from C1 regarding my blog.

In the interest of keeping things between us civil and the lines of communication open, you need to stop writing about me. While you are certainly free to express whatever opinions you wish, making false statements and omitting facts to make yourself look better is an entirely different matter. If you should choose not to stop, I will be forced to defend myself by whatever means my attorney and I deem necessary.

I have written several scathing replies to this email but never sent any of them. Why? What's the point? To argue a moot point with him? I have the right to post what I want, and I'm not going to argue with someone who thinks he's always right.

But, I do need to get this out of my system. I do need to formulate some response just so I can move on. What better place to do that than right here. so you all can enjoy my amusing wit. (besides, if I leave it in my email drafts, I'll be tempted to send it.)

My comments will be in Red. Just so you know.

In the interest of keeping things between us civil and the lines of communication open, you need to stop writing about me. In the interest of keeping things civil and the lines of communication open? Uh yeah, the lines of communication only seem to go one way. From you to me. You dictating to me how I am supposed to live my life, and parent our child. Our divorce has been final for over 10 years now. Last time I looked at the papers, it says that I was granted the same freedom you were... and that is the freedom to live my life free from any harrassment and interference from you. So WTF? Here you are telling me what I need to do. You, had you *asked* me to stop writing about you, I would have considered it. But since you have told me what I need to do, well, who the fuck are you to tell me what I need to do? While you are certainly free to express whatever opinions you wish, making false statements and omitting facts to make yourself look better is an entirely different matter. Making false statements. If you would be so kind as to point out which false statements you are specifically referring to I will either A) Defend the validity of those statements or B) take them down if I can not prove them. As for omitting facts to make me look better... Hello? My blog, my spin doctor. I'll spin the situation any way I see fit and yeah, you can bet I'm going to spin it in my direction. Feel free to post comments of your own on here disputing my version of things. Feel free to start your own blog and spin things in your direction. I think you suffer from a GOD complex, in which you think you are God, and you can control me, my actions and my life. I don't believe in God. Therefore, I don't believe in you. If you should choose not to stop, I will be forced to defend myself by whatever means my attorney and I deem necessary. Defend yourself from what, pray tell? Exactly what/who are you going to defend yourself against? People you've never met? People who read my blog. OK, first of all, I don't use your real name. Therefore the only people who could possibly know your true identity are those who are close to me in real life. Those people already know you, and have formed their own opinions of you. I'm sure they are closer to my opinion of you than they are to your own opinion of yourself. But they are free to form their own opinions because..guess what? They have their own minds. And there is nothing you can do to stop that. There are I'm sure, a lot of other people from around the world (Yes around the world...the whole entire world) that read this blog. They don't know you from Adam, or Joe Blow on the street. And I'm sure they don't care to either. This is a place for me to vent and it's for entertainment purposes only. Defend yourself. It's a well documented fact that the Supreme Court of the United States has failed time and time again to legislate and control what is on the internet. Why? Yeah, because to do so would interfere with everyone's freedom of speech. Just because you don't like what I say and don't agree with what I say does not give you the right to stop me from saying it. The only right you have in regards to that is to once again, click that cute little X in the top right hand corner of your computer screen and see your way out of here.

Thursday 13 #13

13 Stupid News stories I read this week.

1. VA Patient has wrong testicle removed. Can you say malpractice?

2. Mayor chases rivals wife over sign. Not the best election campaign tactic to use.

3. Woman on horseback charged with DUI. But ossifer, he’s the designated driver.

4. Student who moons teacher sues school district. Geez some people just can’t take a joke.

5. Coyote visits Chicago sandwich shop. He was hot and tired from chasing Roadrunner.

6. Couple fights to name baby Metallica. That kid is so gonna bitch slap them when she gets older.

7. Judge OKs trucker’s new name: Ynot Bubba. I guess Dumbass McGraw was taken. Oh, and Hey, I’d like to meet Metallica. I think you and her parents could be great friends.

8. Man arrives at DUI hearing drunk. At least he’s consistant.

9. Keith Richards: I snorted my father. We know this is a lie, he would never cut his coke with anything.

10. Kinkajou flees zoo, bites bus passenger. They are taking this pokemon thing way too far.

11. Japanese police probe decomposing bodies. It’s a nasty job but somebody has to do it.

12. Deputies but toe and tow together. Hit and run? Yeah, I don’t think so.

13. Chicago suit charges ‘negligent dancing’. My guess? This is not the first time she’s been dropped on her head.

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If you want to know

If you want to know where I've been lately, email me, I just might tell ya.

Thursday 13 (#12)

13 Things that are on my desk

1. A plastic cup from the cafeteria that Newt drank Sprite out of the day she came to work sick with me.

2. A empty Rockstar can from yesterday.

3. A half full Rockstar from today.

4. My travel coffee mug

5. A now empty Mr. Pibb bottle

6. The lid from the above mentioned soft drink bottle.

7. The empty wrapper from my Little Debbie Peanut Butter Bars (breakfast/lunch)

8. My flat iron. (Humidity is a bitch on my hair, no matter what I do)

9. Kalisha's Mirror (so I can flat iron my hair from my desk instead of the Ladies room down the hall)

10. Nail strengthener.

11. Nail file. (a girl's gotta look pretty at all times)

12. A pack of gum with only 1 piece left in it.

13. Flyers for the craft show this weekend.

(Did anyone notice there was not a single bit of work on my desk. Such is my job).


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Thursday 13 (#11)

13 Reasons I love Spring

1. NO MORE SNOW! Read through the archives of this blog, read all about my hatred of Mother Nature this winter. I know, I once said "If it's going to snow, it better snow so damn deep nobody can get out. Baring that, then stay off the roads and the sidewalks." Little did I know someone was actually listening, and decided this year, it was snow asshole deep. That will teach me to open my mouth again.

2. Spring Showers. Rain. I love the smell of the earth after it rains. Everything is washed clean, and fresh, and the earth and grass and flowers smell so much more pungent.

3. The smell of freshly cut grass. Bring on the rain, so the grass will grow, grow, grow. Then people will have to mow, mow, mow (I live in an apartment complex...no yards, no grass to mow).

4. Spring Training. That means, soon, it will be Baseball season, and the Cardinals will be once again rocking Bush Stadium (and what's up making that place smoke free? It's an outdoor park!)

5. Sandals. I am tired of socks and shoes. Tired of boots and chunky heals. I want to wear my cute little strappy sandals.

6. Pedicures. With cute little strappy sandals, you have to have cute pedicures with bright colors. Nothing says spring like 'Carribean Experience' on your tootsies.

7. Capris. Gotta have some cute little capris to go with the pedi and the strappy sandals.

8. Daylight Savings Time. Yes, once my body has adjusted to the new schedule, I love it. Why? There's still daylight when I get the kids home, and that means we have time to go out and snap off some pictures. I've been away from my camera far too long.

9. Motocross. Scooter has his first race of the season this weekend. He hasn't been on his bike all winter and I know he's dying to get back on it and back on the track. Yes, this means weekends will be busy, but it's Scooter, and it's fun and important to him, so we go. And love it.

10. Warmer temperatures. That means, the winter coats are put away. The furnace is turned off (lower electric bill) and the windows are thrown wide open.

11. Countdowns. The kids are counting down how long they have left in school. Summer vacation is on the horizon. My countdown to moving.

12. Spring Flowers. I can't keep flowers alive to save my life. I never plant flowers, and god forbid you give me a potted plant, I'll kill it. I kill silk flowers. But seeing them out in other people's yard, just gives the place a friendly look, a fresh happy look. And I love the rebirth of the trees, the flowers, everything.

13. The kids can play outside. They have cabin fever. They are tired of their videos, and their games, and frankly, each other. I can send them outside to yell and scream and run off steam. And they sleep better at night. And it's quiet. Oh the blessed quiet.




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Lady's Grand Adventure

That, my blogging friends, is an actual picture of Lady. She is still missing. The adults have come to the conclusion that someone saw her early on the day she ran, and picked her up, took her home, and fell in love with her. I hope that she's in a loving home and they take care of her, if we're not going to get her back.

Scooter, on the other hand hasn't given up hope that she's still running lost somewhere and that someone will call with news that they have her. He misses her very much, and her absence is felt clear to his heart.

So, this picture is posted on a lost pets website Findthatpet.com (the above picture is a link directly to Lady's page). Lady is posted on several websites, at every gas station, at every bar, at the post office, the grocery store and the groomers place of business. She almost has as many posters of her out there as there are possible daddy's for Anna Nicole's Baby.

I'm asking all of my readers if you have friends, family, readers, anyone in Lincoln County Mo, who could possibly see this, please send a link to this, or send a link to Lady's page on the FindThatPet.com to them. Scooter is just broken up about this and the more eyes that see her picture, the greater the odds are that someone will recognize her and she'll come home. I know this is a long shot, but if we can tell Scooter that we've done this he will feel that we are still trying to find her and haven't given up on her.

Thursday Thirteen #10

13 Things I love about My Daughter Tate

Tate turned 10 last Saturday, and she's the middle child, so sometimes she gets lost in the shuffle. So this week, I'm going to list 13 things I love about her.

1. Tate is the quiet one, but they say that still waters run deep, and Tate is that personified. She has always been the one to sit back and pretend to be completely disinterested in what is going on around her, but she always is very aware of what is going on.

2. Tate is a great 'mother hen' to the younger kids at the sitter's. (Not her sister, but the other kids). She will always walk away from the group to play with the little ones so that they feel like a Big Kid too.

3. She believes that the world and life should be fair. She is still wearing her rose colored glasses of childhood. I know that eventually those glasses will come off and she will see the world for what it really is. Until that day, she is full of hope.

4. Tate is at that age, just teetering on the brink of leaving childhood behind, and yet not quite ready to step into teenhood (Is that a word? It is today). Too old to play with babies and toys, and yet, too young still for make up and boys.

5. Tate is beautiful inside and out and she is completely oblivious to this fact. She doesn't see it, and she doesn't believe it. I hope she holds on to that for a little while longer.

6. I don't believe that will be much longer, as I see hints of the prima donna that I know is coming. She is already asking for high lights and to have her nails done, and Mom how old do I have to be before I can go tan? (Uh, when you can pay for it)

7. She is going to be a domestic goddess, although I think Domestic Diva may be more fitting. She loves to cook, and do dishes (freak) and yet, she can not for the life of her keep her room clean more than 5 minutes.

8. Tate has a wicked sense of humor too. She laughs and jokes with everyone and her laugh is magical. When she laughs her eyes twinkle with mischief and trouble.

9. Looks can be deceiving. She can play innocent better than OJ did at his trial. Her problem is, she can not do it consistently, or for any length of time. Her laugh and her eyes always give her away.

10. At the end of the day, she can not go to bed without hugging and kissing me good night. By the time her brother was this age, he was too old and too big for hugs and kisses from him mom. But Tate still allows them, and insists on them.

11. Sometimes if I get lucky, Saturday morning will find Tate curled up in bed with me before the rest of the gang wakes up. Those few quiet minutes when it's just her and me, are rare, and I treasure them immensely. I hope that they continue well into her teen years.

12. She still thinks boys are stupid and gross and that suits me just fine.

13. The best reason I love Tate, is simply for the fact that she is Tate.

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Please explain to me.....

* Why my girls never hear anything I say to them until the 4th time I say it. Unless it has to do with shopping, or junk food. Then they hear better than bats with radar.

* How "Put your coat/clothes/shoes/stuff away" translates into "Throw all of your stuff on the floor of your bedroom".

*Then please explain how it is once that stuff hits their bedroom floor it instantly becomes invisible to the naked eye under the age of 15.

* How am I supposed to wash clothes that never make it from the bedroom floor to the laundry room.

* Please explain to me, slowly so that I understand exactly, how it is my fault when they have nothing to wear because nothing got washed, and how they can not be blamed for any of this.

* Why we have to have this same conversation every single week, and this week is no exception. And I know that none of it sunk in this time either, so go ahead and schedule this same meeting of the minds for next week. And the next week. and the week after that.

* Why am I still expected to pay for my son's lunches even though his father has sole custody of him and has cut my child support in half. How is it that he gets to make all decisions and have final say in everything Bo does, but I still have to pay for his lunches?

* Why am I always the "Bad" parent, because I never have the money to go out to eat, go to the movies, buy them the designer clothes, and name brand shoes everyone is wearing.

* Please explain to me how I am supposed to explain the realities of my life to my children, while not ripping the rose colored glasses from their naive faces when it comes to their waste of space fathers.

Painterville

Just a little over an hour left to my day, and it might as well be forever. It's too nice outside to be stuck inside, but that is where I am. In a windowless office, that is too hot, and too quiet. I have a whole lot of nothing to do, and all afternoon to get it done. I apparently have even more nothing to say, as I can not think of a single thing to blog about.

Batman hasn't been on-line today because apparently, when it's warm outside, all the painters in Painterville, open the windows and the fumes are less concentrated, and they actually have semi-coherent thoughts that resemble "I need more paint". Needless to say, it has been very busy in Painterville today. On top of that, Fat Boy (the big boss) is in town, and no one knows exactly where he is or where he's likely to be. He could show up at any moment so Batman has to be on his toes (and therefore, not on Yahoo.) *pouting*.

So, I apologize for the *yawn* boring posts today. Just not much going on in my world, or in my head (no comments from the peanut gallery there...shut up). Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

Spring

Did you see the forecast for this week? Didja? Totally rockin.

I went home last night and opened my windows, all of them. And left them open. All. Night. Long. They're still open. The furnace has been turned off, never to be turned on again (as long as I live there).

I watched The Cards play baseball this weekend. On TV. The sun was shining, the warm breeze was blowing and the Cardinals were playing on the tube. AAAHHHHH Spring.

Batman and I woke up Sunday morning, and went out on the balcony to watch the sunrise and give birth to a new day. And I knew I had come home again. I looked over the landscape I had stared out over this past summer, and felt everything settle and I knew all was right in my world.

It is spring time. A time for rebirth, new beginnings, fresh starts. I have less than 3 months left, before my move. I am starting to spend more time looking forward, towards my future, and less time looking back over my shoulder.

A new day has dawned. It's gonna be a great one.

A letter to Mother Nature

Mother Nature,
Remember all those hateful awful things I said about you 2 months ago? And remember how much I hated you, and would curse you, and rant and rage at you? Yeah, Well, I forgive you. and I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah, and remember all those CUTE clothes I bought for my trip to Florida, and it was too cold to wear them while I was there? Yeah, I'll be wearing the hell out of them this week.

I hate government at work

Where is the logic in the government agency who is set up to collect child support from dead beat dad's, is just as deadbeat as the dads?

Why the f@#k are we protecting his rights? HELLO! You're job is to get that money from him. When you do, you don't get to keep that shit!!! It's not your money! You are just as bad as he is. He's not paying his child support, so we'll take his money. BUT we won't give it to his children!!

WTF!!!!

He's so far behind and they are just perpetuating the whole situation allowing him to get further and further behind, and they have the GD money and won't let us have it!!!

NOT FOR ANOTHER FUCKING MONTH!

Happy Birthday Tate!

Happy Birthday Tate! Saturday was her 10th birthday. I missed out on it, because she was with her dad, but that just means we will celebrate tonight.

I went birthday shopping for her this weekend, with Batman. I got her this movie, and this cd. Batman got her this DVD.

I called her on her birthday, and of course, true to form, Slug wouldn't answer his phone. So I left a message. "I am just calling to talk to the Birthday girl and wish her a Happy Birthday. Please have her call me."

Of course, he didn't. 3 hours later, I called him back, and just as it was about to go to voice mail, he answered the phone. "Yeah, what?"
I so so so wanted to say "You know what, a$$hole" but I refrained. I asked again, "May I please talk to Tate?"

So he put her on the phone and we talked about the birthday party TFC threw for her, and all the presents she got. And then, it happened.

Dad Batman asked to wish her a Happy Birthday. She loves him, like a grandfather. She misses him more than she can put into words. I have a gazillion letters she has written to him in the three months Batman and I were not together. I am sure she was surprised and more than thrilled to talk to him. He even told her "I am hoping, and I'm pretty sure, we'll be seeing you around here again soon." (Which is what she wants) The problem was, Slug was standing right there hovering over her, so she had to remain unemotional and guarded.

Then Batman got on the phone and wished her a Happy Birthday. I didn't hear that convo, he went off to another room to talk to her.

And to top it off? Yup, Mom Batman got on the phone and wished Sweetie a Happy Birthday.

So, all in all, it was a good day. There was a lot of satisfaction in the entire Batman clan talking to her and wishing her a Happy Birthday. There was more satisfaction in knowing Slug was there, knew what was going on and was helpless to stop it, or he'd look like a jealous, insecure, controling a$$.

Don't you hate it when

Silence speaks louder than any words can? And the demons come crawling out of the dark caves they had been banished to. Adding their whispered doubts, and fears, and insecurities to the already swirling emotions tumbling around in your head?

Yeah.. I do too.

Unbelievable...

Have you seen this?

Watching it on the news yesterday, made me sick, and pissed me off. I'm serious, like WTF? OK, I know hockey is a sometimes violent game, but this?

He was suspended for 25 games. He won't play for the rest of this season. 25 games? Barely a slap on the wrist for this. Seriously. The man (and I used that term loosely) does not belong on the ice. EVER. Again. Period.

GPS

Lady is still on her walk about, and now I know that she is without her tags. She got spooked at the groomers and got out of her collar, and ran off. She does have the micro chip in her. But that only does any good if the people who find her know about this technology and take her in to a vet's office.

Calls have been made to the vets in the area, the animal control shelters, and the newspapers and radio stations. Even the police department has been called.

When the police department was called, Mom Batman explained that Lady had the micro chip in her, and if she was found she could be scanned at the vets and all her information would be readily available.

Seriously, without missing a beat, the gentleman she was talking to on the phone, asked her, "If she has the microchip in her neck, can't you just turn on the GPS tracking and find her?"

Damn, why didn't we think of that?

ETA: For those of you wondering, it doesn't work that way. There is no GPS in those microchips. The dog's owner's contact information is encoded on the chip and it can only be read by certain types of scanners.

Let's play a game

I got this in an email today, and while I sent it to a lot of my friends and family, I know there is no way I got it out to everyone who is my friend here in Bloggerittaville. And I thought it would make a great blog post....

Describe me in just one word. That's it. Just leave your single word answer in the comments section, I will add them below

M said Sarcastic
My dad said Daughter
Melissa said Couragous (thanks, M. That means a lot to me. I take that as a huge complement)
Celebrate Woo-Hoo said the obvious Margarita! (yes, that is a great word)
~Kathryn~ said Funny
Sassy said Friendly
TN Becky said Strong
Dixie said Strong too
Chickie says Tough (and I'm not sure how to take that)
Rainwolf says Complex

Gloomy Gus and the dark, dank, dreadful day

I'm sorry I seem to be oh so pessimistic today. It should be a great day! Hello? It's Friday, and even though it's kinda rainy outside, it's not snowing and it's not cold. It's Friday, and I'm off to spend the weekend with Batman.

And there is the storm cloud on my sunny day. I love that man more than I can express, but damn he's been Mr. Gloom and Doom, and he just can't shake this funk.

OK, before you all start with the hate mail, I get that losing a pet can be traumatic and devastating, but until we know exactly what happened to her ( and we don't) let's not give up hope that she has found a new family who will love her until she can find her way back. Let's keep hoping for the positive, instead of already assuming the worst.

Fine, you want to be Gloomy Gus, go right ahead, and throw yourself that pity party you're dying to have. You have all damn day to wallow in it. But when I get there tonight, there will be no talk of doom, and gloom, there will be no tears, there will only be hope and good thoughts and prayers. (unless we find out the worst, then all bets are off).

I love you B, but damn, pick yourself up and find some hope here. There's plenty out there. Grab ya some.

Third time's the charm? or The Perfect Trifecta?

Remember this fiasco? How about this one? Well, apparently the dumbass lawyer and C1 are hoping that the third time is a charm. Anyone want to lay odds, they end up making it a perfect trifecta instead?

We have a court date, next week, (that nobody bothered to inform me about) Good thing I like to check into our on-line court database every so often 3 days. Otherwise I would have never known I was required to show up at court and testify to all this bullshit and get this finally over with.

Three months. It has taken them three months to get a court date. Now if there will be a judge sitting that day is anybody's guess, but we've got 50/50 odds. Which with Dumb and dumber running this dog and pony show it's bound to be a three ring circus.