Running Commentary

They Did. July 24 2007

Just To Clarify… July 18 2007

OK.

That was a LOT of worried emails.

Sorry about my melodrama.  No one is dying. I swear.

We aren’t breaking up.

The kids are fine and happy (we were at the beach just yesterday!).

We are just in the middle of a financial shit storm that will only get uglier before it’s over.

I won’t go into details (because please…you do NOT want to hear about it), but it ain’t pretty.

And that’s why I’m taking a break.

Until I can come back and be happy! and Funny! And SANE again.

But seriously anyone who knows me, knows I will NOT…nooo CAN NOT be silent for that long.

hell I can’t watch a movie with out yapping.

Thanks for caring

Gimme A Break July 17 2007

I am taking a break.

Things are shite right now.

I promised BONDI-BAND that I would write a fabulous post about their GREATNESS.

Cause they are GREAT! They are the only reason I am surviving the regrowing of my hair.

Go…BUY BONDIBANDS...they are UBER AWESOME!

Seriously, I wish I my CAMERA had actual BATTERIES in it then I would post the photos of the 10 of them that I have.

They are so funky.

I friggin love them.

Anyway, taking a bit of break…getting Feffie married off….trying to dig ourselves out a VERY black hole.

Don’t worry.

I’m Not Really a Psycho…ok…maybe I am. July 12 2007

Today started out fabulously.

Chris is speaking to me again, but not his father (so that makes me right, right?)

We have not heard from HIM yet, though I suspect we won’t.

To be honest I don’t care. He has cause so much turmoil in Chris’s life you don’t even want to know.

Not to mention the unforgivable things he’s done to me for crying out loud.

Not to mention the fact that he got drunk in Florida a few years ago and called his woman’s grown daughter a whore to her very own head.

Not to mention that shortly after his wife (Chris’s mother) died expectantly from meningitis, he came to take Brendan for an afternoon (he was alway a evening drinker at this point) and brought him home in time to stay for dinner, he was so drunk however that he couldn’t drive himself home, even though he had driven Brendan to our house.

He gave us their very old but in very good condition (out of self pity because *SOB* he just couldn’t STAND to be there without his wife that he beat for 35 years) and we happily excepted. 6 months later he sold to his brother for almost nothing including ALL OF OUR STUFF that was in it, brendan’s climber and all. And then when we went to claim our possessions he had chris arrested.

And then a year later when the charges were dropped and he had to show up in court, he couldn’t remember what it was all about.

Such a moron.

I mean really. A moron.

Screw  the big pink elephant, it’s not my issue. It’s his and now he’s dead to me.

My White Trash Moment A.K.A. Oh It’s OOON NOW!

My father in law needed to drive us to Noah’s soccer game last night and he shows up (late) and takes us to soccer (Chris is fixing something on our jeep). blah blah blah smells like beer as usual..who knows one or 21 don’t care once a drunk always a drunk.

ANYWAY he and Chris are shouting instructions to Noah from the sidelines AND the coach is giving instructions too.
SO I ASK them to stop shouting cause they are confusing him. Chris says oh..ok..and stops…

The Sour Kraut just keeps on shouting….so I make a mega phone type thing around my mouth and go

“HELLO CAN YOU STOP SHOUTING AT HIM YOU ARE CONFUSING HIM!!!”

nd he goes “oh I thought I was just confusing you”
and which point I step right up to his face and go
“no no I’ve always known you are an asshole”
and he starts pointing down the feild and he goes “you need to move”
and I’m like “you need to shut the fuck up”

he goes “I don’t talk like you”

I go “Is that a new thing? or are you talking about english in general…I don’t get it” (has a VERY thick german accent)

“You need to move” <– him

me –> fuck you.

And then I say to Chris (who is telling us BOTH to shut up at this point)
P says:”Are you really going to let your drunken father speak to me this way?”

And then he stormed away (sour kraut) and called me a bitch.

Which…for sure I’m a bitch. I am the first to admit it. BIOTCH. Yup. But after 14 years of his crap he had it coming.

Granted I could’ve picked a better venue, but we were far down the field and no one heard, not even my sister that was 10ft away.

So he left us at soccer, presumably to go home and get raging rip roaring drunk..I am pretty sure we would’ve had a midnight phone call from him screaming at us (used to happen ALL THE TIME) but our phone was not accepting calls for some reason last night. Which tickles me..thinking about him slobbering drun, trying to drunk dial us and constantly getting a busy signal.

HA!

He did toss the car seat into our drive way before going home, which is handy, and shows that he understands he will never be alone with my children again.

Once again he is dead to me…it’s certainly not the first time but it is the last time. I have had it with him and his big pink elephant. My kids never want to see him. They can’t stand his teasing. Luckily they didn’t witness our exchange last night.