http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ue5wBkntJs&feature=related
The last tongue-lashing she gives - she could give to Dallas, it'd fit him to a tee.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
So - my kids were to spend the weekend and the holiday with their dad this past weekend. Great. This time I made certain they all had their church clothes so that their dad would have no excuse to keep them home. All's good right?
Ok - you know what's coming.
But first - Friday night. 11:38 - I'm in bed already...and the phone rings. It's Dallas and Holly. Holly is bawling her eyes out saying "I want to come home, Daddy is mean!" And Dallas wanted me to come get her. I told him - "If I come to get Holly I am taking them all"
He told me we don't live in a gestapo - in other words, the visitation order doesn't have to be followed exactly. Yeah - thats true. It doesn't. But on the points where we both don't agree to deviate - then yeah, it's law.
So, Holly stayed.
Saturday was uneventful and I didn't call because I didn't want to upset their visit in any way.
Sunday I expected to see the kids at church. Afterall, it was Teen Takeover Day - in other words the teens (our sons age) were taking over the responsibilities at church. Also, all 3 kids wanted to see Todd Bennick - motorcross guy - jump over our pastor standing on a bus. Scarey. Cool. Not to mention - last week Dallas complained when the girls didn't have church clothes - this time they had them. So I was saddened when I realized the kids weren't at church.
When I got home I called Dallas to find out who was sick. I was told "I kept telling them to go to bed last night if they wanted to go to church in the morning, but they just wanted to play outside with their friends" How late? After midnight. Why? "Well, Sandy, Paula and Debbie were letting their kids stay out so they wanted to too." (The moms on the street). I said "If all the other moms were jumping off a cliff would you jump too?" Of course, he said "Yes! With an innertube yelling YAHOO!"
I told him that I didn't care what the other parents on the street were doing that we need to do what is best for our children. He said "but I only get to see them so little".
Which I would have bought as an excuse - except for --- Sunday night he shipped Holly off to my in-laws house for the night. So he only had our son (the oldest - and easiest) and Ivy (the one who believes her daddy can do no wrong).
This is the bozo who is suing me for custody of the kids. He can't even bring himself to put them to bed at a decent hour if the other kids in the neighborhood are still up.
OH!!!! And before I forget.
When the kids came home on Monday - Holly's clothes were disgusting. The knees and the seat of her pink pants were dark gray they were so filthy. Ivy however, she came home wearing one of my sons t-shirts as a dress and instead of her school shoes she wore winter boots - that may fit her next winter. He said he'd go find her shoes and bring them because I told him she needed them for school. He never called or came around with them. Let alone their clothes.
Ok - you know what's coming.
But first - Friday night. 11:38 - I'm in bed already...and the phone rings. It's Dallas and Holly. Holly is bawling her eyes out saying "I want to come home, Daddy is mean!" And Dallas wanted me to come get her. I told him - "If I come to get Holly I am taking them all"
He told me we don't live in a gestapo - in other words, the visitation order doesn't have to be followed exactly. Yeah - thats true. It doesn't. But on the points where we both don't agree to deviate - then yeah, it's law.
So, Holly stayed.
Saturday was uneventful and I didn't call because I didn't want to upset their visit in any way.
Sunday I expected to see the kids at church. Afterall, it was Teen Takeover Day - in other words the teens (our sons age) were taking over the responsibilities at church. Also, all 3 kids wanted to see Todd Bennick - motorcross guy - jump over our pastor standing on a bus. Scarey. Cool. Not to mention - last week Dallas complained when the girls didn't have church clothes - this time they had them. So I was saddened when I realized the kids weren't at church.
When I got home I called Dallas to find out who was sick. I was told "I kept telling them to go to bed last night if they wanted to go to church in the morning, but they just wanted to play outside with their friends" How late? After midnight. Why? "Well, Sandy, Paula and Debbie were letting their kids stay out so they wanted to too." (The moms on the street). I said "If all the other moms were jumping off a cliff would you jump too?" Of course, he said "Yes! With an innertube yelling YAHOO!"
I told him that I didn't care what the other parents on the street were doing that we need to do what is best for our children. He said "but I only get to see them so little".
Which I would have bought as an excuse - except for --- Sunday night he shipped Holly off to my in-laws house for the night. So he only had our son (the oldest - and easiest) and Ivy (the one who believes her daddy can do no wrong).
This is the bozo who is suing me for custody of the kids. He can't even bring himself to put them to bed at a decent hour if the other kids in the neighborhood are still up.
OH!!!! And before I forget.
When the kids came home on Monday - Holly's clothes were disgusting. The knees and the seat of her pink pants were dark gray they were so filthy. Ivy however, she came home wearing one of my sons t-shirts as a dress and instead of her school shoes she wore winter boots - that may fit her next winter. He said he'd go find her shoes and bring them because I told him she needed them for school. He never called or came around with them. Let alone their clothes.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Lions and Tigers and Bedbugs...Oh MY!
Welcome back to the ongoing saga of my divorce. In todays episode you find our heroine listening to yet another phone message left by her STBFS Dallas. "I found a bedbug when I was cleaning out the garage. You know what that means? It means it came from your stuff in the basement that you had in storage and that it's been crawling all these months and just made it to the garage...we're infested."
"I got Terminex out here and they say it'll be $800 - so you can either pay your half or I just won't be obligated to pay child support for while" (remember child support got lowered to $150 a month.
Now there are a couple of things wrong with this scenerio. First, I don't live there. I'm not obligated to pay squat for any of the upkeep. Second, my husband used to work for Terminex and I know he has buddies that still work there - who would come in and say anything Dallas wanted them to. and Third, my STBFS has his own pest control business. It's his JOB to get rid of bugs. Sure he said the company went bellyup - but unless he sold all his stuff (he hasn't - he is STILL doing pest control - our son tells me) then he has the equipment necessary.
Dallas still hasn't paid a dime in support. Although he brought over cans of microwave chef boyardee. 6 of them. That is the way he thinks he can justify himself. Only thing is - even my least picky eater - hates it.
Oh - back to the bedbug conversation...
He called and I answered - he said "What should we do about these bedbugs?" I said "Gee, I don't know, but it's pretty gross that you move in your old girlfriend and all of a sudden you have bedbugs. They probably came in on her" - Then - childishly, I hung up...convulsing in giggles.
He called another time later and we talked about him getting the kids. He decided to forgo his parental time last night because he didn't want to take the kids home where the infestation (of 1 found bedbug - ONE!) was. It didn't even occur to him to take them to the park, or the library, or McDonalds. And I didn't tell him either. It was just his excuse not to come get them.
Then before he hung up he said "Would you get online and look up bedbugs and..." This time I cut him off and said "That is something a wife would do for you - why don't you ask Rhonda to do it?" Again I hung up before he could answer.
He just isn't getting it.
"I got Terminex out here and they say it'll be $800 - so you can either pay your half or I just won't be obligated to pay child support for while" (remember child support got lowered to $150 a month.
Now there are a couple of things wrong with this scenerio. First, I don't live there. I'm not obligated to pay squat for any of the upkeep. Second, my husband used to work for Terminex and I know he has buddies that still work there - who would come in and say anything Dallas wanted them to. and Third, my STBFS has his own pest control business. It's his JOB to get rid of bugs. Sure he said the company went bellyup - but unless he sold all his stuff (he hasn't - he is STILL doing pest control - our son tells me) then he has the equipment necessary.
Dallas still hasn't paid a dime in support. Although he brought over cans of microwave chef boyardee. 6 of them. That is the way he thinks he can justify himself. Only thing is - even my least picky eater - hates it.
Oh - back to the bedbug conversation...
He called and I answered - he said "What should we do about these bedbugs?" I said "Gee, I don't know, but it's pretty gross that you move in your old girlfriend and all of a sudden you have bedbugs. They probably came in on her" - Then - childishly, I hung up...convulsing in giggles.
He called another time later and we talked about him getting the kids. He decided to forgo his parental time last night because he didn't want to take the kids home where the infestation (of 1 found bedbug - ONE!) was. It didn't even occur to him to take them to the park, or the library, or McDonalds. And I didn't tell him either. It was just his excuse not to come get them.
Then before he hung up he said "Would you get online and look up bedbugs and..." This time I cut him off and said "That is something a wife would do for you - why don't you ask Rhonda to do it?" Again I hung up before he could answer.
He just isn't getting it.
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