Jumbled thoughts

I haven’t blogged in a while. I keep meaning to, and even NEED to, but how do you blog when you have about three hundred thoughts going though your head at once? I can’t type that fast.

I’m frantically trying to figure out what to take down to the rental house, and what else Caleb might need. I think I have enough pans to share. Calli has more silver ware than she needs.

I want to switch out stoves. Which means I  get e new one. Don’t know what I feel about that, as I don’t really have the money, but the one at the rental is shot and I’ll be danged if I’ll put a new one in there for a bachelor. lol

My car either needs a new alternater  or  battery. It’s only two years old it shouldn’t be needing either in my irate opinion! Gotta get that taken care of before I go to pick up Caleb. I’ve seen him once in two years. This is going to be awesome! The rest of the family is going to be here making a huge meal. No turkey allowed. He may never eat turkey again after eating it three times a day for two years. ;-P

On the puppy front… They are both now HUGE and I am covered in bruises. lol I’ve finally learned to do training one on one. Dum-dum is an attention hog and just HAS to get between me and Punk. I can’t teach him if I can’t touch and interact with him without the big doofus getting in our way.

Dum-dum is also  the biggest contributer to the bruise collection. He thinks he wants to be a 70# lap dog. I hope he gets over this soon, he’s only about 8 months old and judging from the amount of loose skin and the size of his paws… Let’s just say I may die from doggie lovins. lol

On the grand child front (you knew I’d have to get them in here)… Morgan turned 1 on the 9th and Samara will be 2 the 29th.  She will soon officially be in her terrible twos. One of my favorite times in child development. No and mine are her favorite words right now. lol She even put her hands on her hips and told me no yesterday. It was hard not to bust out laughing. I am so at fault for that mannerism.

Jasmine aka Jazzy girl is getting cuter by the minute. I love to see her big toothless grin and the dimples that ensue. We get to see a lot of that, she’s quite the happy baby.

Camron is his usual daredevil self and has the black eye to prove it. If that child makes it to two without needing stitches I will be amazed. He’s an adrenaline junkie I’m sure of it.

Morgan and Melany were down last week end for Mo’s birthday, so I don’t know I’ll see them again this week end.

As for me… I’m adjusting to being single again. Under the circumstances, I’m rather enjoying it. Olivia and I have decided we like having the house to ourselves. Who am I kidding, Calli has some excuse to be here several nights a week, lol We like it when we do have it to ourselves though. When babies are here it’s hard for Olivia to get in as much time on her guitar and song writing stuff. It’s also hard on Calli being out in the country and no car, no phone and two kids. Another cause for her to want to be here is Brandon is out of prison and in some rehab. He called her from there and told her when he got out he was going to kill her. Since it wasn’t from the prison, there is no recording of calls. I told her when he gets out she should come stay with Caleb for a while. There are three bedrooms and Brandon would not even dare come near thinking he’d have to contend with Caleb.

Well folks my bedtime meds are kicking in so I think I’ll be off for now. I’m liable to get goofy or plain fall asleep at the keyboard.

Went a wee bit off my rocker…

I haven’t blogged about this, but my ex husband is in prison for sexually soliciting my daughter. She is not his biologically, but the only “Dad” she has ever known.

A few days after he was arrested we were called into the State’s Attorney’s office for a meeting. When Shaun (the Irving cop) called to tell me he said, “I know you don’t like Matoush (rhymes with douche btw) but please try and keep your cool he’s on your side this time.” I told him I’d try but he he believed for one minute that man was on our side he was deluded.

Olivia and I arrive for the “meeting”. Olivia is sitting to my right and the SA is sitting across from me. He asks what we would like to see happen. Olivia tells him she wants it to go to trial, she wants to have her say in front of him and others in the courtroom. He looked at me and said in a raised voice, “You’re going to put her through that?” I said, “I believe Olivia is speaking to you.” Then I turned to Olivia and asked “Is it your wish to testify against him?” She replied, “Yes, it is.”

He then said that if it went to trial he would most likely get probation. I contended that the judges and citizens of this county are a lot more sick of pedophiles than he gave them credit for, but I’d been told he played to the political score card. He said, “I don’t even know what that means.” To which I replied, “Oh give me a break” (while adding in my head even you aren’t that stupid)

Once again he said, “You are going to put her through that?” By this time I’m strung tighter than a crossbow. I looked at him and said, “You know what? You had no problem making her testify at another trial when she was younger and you didn’t even charge the man for the beating she took.” He said, “I don’t recall that”

Before I even realized it, I was up on my feet, slammed my fist in the middle of the table and screamed NATHAN ALTAVOLGT RING A BELL YOU @#$%#$^@ IDIOT?

At that point I turned for the door told Olivia to come on and said to her as we were walking out, “I told you he was a politically motivated pussy” His secretary nearly laugh and then I see through the glass doors that the security guard is coming towards me. I told him he needn’t bother I was finished. Then I walked closer to him and said, “One of these days he won’t be the one in power and then I’m going to slap him upside his head and take the battery charge. He said, “Ok hon, just not today ok? Go on home.” patted me on the shoulder and we were on our merry way.

Reminds me of the guard that worked there during all the Gruen trial mess. I walked into the courthouse with my buck knife still on my purse. Alarm goes off but there is no one aroud. I went back out and locked the knife in the car then went back. There was the guard behind his desk. I said, “Where the heck you been? I just came in here with a weapon and you were nowhere to be found.” lol He said, “Hon, if you were going to kill anyone you’d have done it long before now. I’ll give you this one.” lol

I make light of it, but what else can I do? I sure as shootin won’t quit voicing my opinion of abuse. Especially child sexual abuse. Nor women’s or victim’s rights.

Hehe, that’s another thing I forgot. I told the SA I’d be running my mouth in every pub in the county. He said, “Go ahead, I don’t care, I’m the one with the power”

By the time I got home the SA had already called the Irving cop and told him to calm me down. Yeah, he didn’t care much did he. Just so you know, I’ve already started. I figure that’s what helped me most getting the word out on Gruen. Might be a good way to get the word out about this too huh?