Merry Christmas

Mr. M and I are watching to Pope and the Christmas Mass. Mr. M is Catholic, I am not. I attended a Catholic college however, and attended Mass each Sunday where I sang in the choir when I wasn't playong Violin as accompaniment. I totally spelled that wrong. I've had 2 glasses of wine and 2 long island ice teas, forgive me. We are having a blast reciting the Latin. I not only took Latin in high school, I took Greek in college, the only non-seminarian student to do so. Yea, I'm a total geek.

I miss church. My neighbor and I were discussing this a couple of nights ago. I grew up in the church, whether my family participated or not. I miss it.....

I'm transparent

Mr. M and I are working on a new project, but today I took some time to go visit our neighbor. We were of course out of town last week and they were in Mexico visiting her family. I adore their twins (boy and a girl), they are basically my niece and nephew since the real ones are 4 hours away. We usually see each other everyday and they can now say my name. It's amazing watching kids learn to talk, I remember it so well with my own, and I'm really enjoying it with the neighbors now.

As soon as I walked in the door one of the twins L, said my name excitedly and then told me "papa, work, gone." He's a flight attendant and will be away for the holiday so they will be joining our family for dinner. As they finished eating and we cleaned them up, L went over to her mom and said "Queen, wine." I almost died. She knew that as soon as we gather at each others home we offer a glass of wine to one another and she was making sure that I got mine as quickly as possible. It was so cute, and yet so scary, lol. We then played for a little while and got them into bed. It was so adorable, they had to come tell me goodnight after we had read a couple of books together and Mom was trying to get them to lay down. We of course caught up and had a nice evening together while Mr. M got some time with the boys. Now we'll be getting ready for Santa to visit and be thankful for so many wonderful people in our lives.....

Craft project waiting to happen

What do you do with all the white balls at the bottom of a package of non pareils?

The whirlwind update

I cannot believe Christmas is almost here. I really haven't felt the "season" yet. I try to avoid the city during the entire month of December as unfortunately every store is in one spot and traffic is just a complete mess. Tomorrow I will be finishing all of the shopping and then trying to figure out where we are staying when we go to PA to visit my family. I had intended on going up Sat morning but my sister decided to schedule her daughter's birthday party for 11 am. With a 4 hour drive, I'm not subjecting myself and the kids to a 6 am wakeup call. There is only one penthouse hotel room in the city that fits 6 people, and it's already booked, so no idea where we will be sleeping.

On Saturday we celebrated Mr. M's brother's birthday, the one from Thankschilling 05. It was a blast. I don't think we laughed that hard in a year. Of course, we got totally blitzed and apparently I got pissed at Mr. M for him not wanting to makeout with me, whoops. I decided I was leaving and gathered my things and tried to walk home. Ha. I made it about 20 feet when I fell on my ass (IT WAS ICY!) and decided to just sit in the van until he was ready. I'm such a catch. Either he saw me leave or he's psychic, as he magically appeared at the drivers side door just as I was unlocking my door.

I've been trying to convince Mr. M to allow me to start a new blog about Psycho Mom, with all our "evidence" over the past 13 years. You would be blown away, but as of yet, I haven't received his permission. (HINT: Bug him for me, thanks!)

I'm now going to down 3 Benadryls so I can get some sleep tonight. If Mr. M snores, you can pick him up on the side of the road for me, he'll be lonely.....

The karma bus has arrived

So, after the last update, Psycho Mom did indeed file her little false contempt petition, and a hearing was granted. For December 26th. Yea. So, whether or not she WON the contempt she would still succeed in destroying our Christmas by literally separating us on Christmas day so Mr. M could drive 4 hours to stay overnight by himself for the hearing the next morning. So he took one shot and wrote a letter to the judge asking for a continuance or to deny the hearing outright.

The hearing was scheduled to be in front of a different judge because he's Jewish and is pretty much the only one working the day after Christmas. He has heard several things on our case, but not the original contempt petition and order that was entered concerning this Christmas schedule. So Mr. M let him know why he was awarded the holiday, the dates that are in the order and who the judge was. Most judges don't want to go against a ruling another judge has made in good faith, especially one that they work with, and who is essentially their boss. Duh! So, today we got the voicemail:

CONTINUED TIL JANUARY 24TH AND TO BE HEARD IN FRONT OF THE ORIGINAL JUDGE!!!!!!

You have no idea how much we screamed for joy at hearing this. The karma bus has finally hit that fat cunt right where she deserves. She will NOT ruin our Christmas and she will NOT get her kids. She will also LOSE the contempt petition and we will be asking for sanctions. The tide is turning and she can't even see the wave coming. We are not notifying her of the continuance, and are hoping they don't send her letter so she shows up to court on the 26th. Either way, she will have a fucking freakout when she finds out, and what I wouldn't pay to see the look on her face. Thank you for all of your thoughts! We will finally all be together with no way for her to disrupt the holiday.....

The bitch will not fucking die

Sooooo, yea, more legal drama. Fucking Psycho Mom interferred with our Christmas time with the boys last year, remember? She was found in contempt of court and LOST her Christmas this year. Mr. M was awarded Dec 23-30th. As it turns out, we also have the boys for our normal custody the week before and the week after. That means PM doesn't see them for 3 weeks. It serves her fucking right. She had no qualms about keeping the boys from their father for 3 weeks, why the fuck should we care? Oh, but he is, and I quote "evil." First of all, she writes an e-mail "assuming" we will pick them up Christmas Eve and drop them back off to her, you know, cuz she's a fat pig princess who can't drive, and who obviously doesn't read orders that say Christmas is the 24th to the 26th every year, EXCEPT for this year because this is HER punishment year. So what is she doing? Filing an emergency petition to get the boys because it's HER week, lmfao. She doesn't "think it's fair", yea, that's the attorney in her writing a professional petition, she thought it was fair last year though that Mr. M not have the boys during HIS week. It just blows my mind that someone can actually think this crap, I mean seriously. How can you explain to someone that they should actually read the shit a judge orders? Or that hmm, maybe Karma is biting you in the ass for filing FALSE FUCKING CHILD ABUSE CHARGES YOU FUCKING CUNT. We have twelve, TWELVE, 12 fucking more years of this shit people. She is Pro Se so she can file, and file, and file, and fucking file bullshit until the cows come the fuck home.

Explaining "Dick" To WC's Daughter In Her Absence

It was not intentional. Queen was out at the time and I was watching Law and Order. S8 was in the shower and that left me and D9 in front of the tube. And then it happened... and... I kept a straight face during this entire conversation. She was serious and I looked like I was serious, but I was absolutely hysterical inside.

One of the characters in the show was referred to by his name: Dick.

D9: (exasperated) What kind of a name is THAT!?!?!

Mister-M: (stone-cold straight face) What kind of name is what?

D9: Dick! That guy called the other guy Dick! Why would he call him that?

I break here in the story because it is at this very moment that I am faced with several choices, some of them very easy, but I recall early childhood days where my own father would string one or more of us along with serious talk about things which we didn't really understand for his own personal enjoyment and sometimes I do the same thing. Sometimes - you just can't help yourself.

Options include:

1 - Ask your mother when she gets home. (Probably the smartest.)

2 - Explain to her that "Dick" is a slang term for the penis and typically used in a derogatory manner against others. (Probably the dumbest, not age appropriate, and most definitely inappropriate coming from a non-biological male father-figure.)

3 - Go with the "Dick is a nickname for a person named Richard" explanation. Middle ground idea, could lead to potentially dangerous discussion, but I'm willing to use this to gain some insight into her knowledge of the word "Dick."

Mister-M: Sweetie, Dick is just a nickname for Richard. That guy's name is Richard. The other guy knows him and calls him by his nickname, "Dick." Just like I have a name - Mister-M but people close to me call me M.

D9: But it isn't right! That's an awful name!

M: Sweetie, why would the nickname Dick be an awful name? It's the normal nickname for those called Richard.

D9: Well, I know that "Dick" is awful.

M: Why?

D9: Because it means bad things... like it's mean... like it's means your a bad person... or I don't like you... or you're stupid... or rotten... it's like "MISTER-M, YOU'RE A DICK!!!"

M:

It's moments like these where you regret teaching your children to "use it in a sentence so I can understand you." I go into de-escalation mode:

M: Well, darling, I don't know where you got that from, but Dick is simply a nickname for Richard.

D9: (with doubting disbelief in her voice) Well, okaaaaaaay.

I managed to deliberately avoid the opportunity to extend this bit of fun just a little by not asking where she heard it used like that, because that would have risked having to walk the path to explaining what a "dick" is and how it's used sometimes for name-calling, and that's a discussion best left to mom and dad unless there is simply no way to avoid it.

I'm still laughing at her innocence, the way she gave me an example (inaccurate, of course, just an example), "...like... Mister-M, YOU'RE A DICK!" - and my ability to remain straight-faced and "parental" through the entire exchange.

Mister-M

Just another day in cheeseburger paradise

Today started with an e-mail from SS9's teacher "informing" Mr. M that not only does SS9 not have a "healthy and nutritious" snack for the morning (um, something we were NEVER told to provide) but that he has also been throwing away his lunch and is therefore very sick and unable to concentrate in both the mornings and afternoons. Hmmm. Wanna know what SS9 would do with a "healthy and nutritious" snack? He'd throw it out. What he wants, and what he knows he will get if he complains enough? Is shit. And so now Mr. M has to pen a very nice, non-controlling letter to the teacher about how we provide him with "healthy and nutritious" lunches and instead of encouraging him to eat them, the teachers allow him to throw them out and then complain and get out of his work, because whoa is he. Victim. Can you smell it?

Not less than 30 minutes after this priceless e-mail is sent, Psycho Mom sends her own. Thinking she received the same e-mail and had to add her 1.5 cents, we were surprised with, and I paraphrase:

"Hey Supreme Asshole of the Universe, I'm about fucking tired of hearing that my precious little ingenue aren't allowed to watch copious amounts of TV and play video games until I have to take them to the eye doctor again because of eye strain and then complain about how you don't pay for the bill, so how about you fucking let them do what they fucking want all fucking day long or I'm taking you back to court, okay Asshole?" (In other words my latest boyfriend broke up with me, and fuck I'm hurting.)

Ah yes, BUT, the day doesn't end there. Although Psycho Mom didn't return a SINGLE phone call from Mr. M last week, he of course answers her call tonight and hands the phone to the boys. Who in turn go into their room and SS9 lays down the gauntlet and has a bitchfest with Mommy Dearest about what an Asshole Dad is. Oh yea, bring it. So we spend dinner having the discussion of the year, where we learn tidbits like Mom still smacks them around, oh and HEY they were shot FOUR TIMES with a BB gun by their neighbor and they don't want to play with him, but you know Mom makes them. And they are scared shitless of the kid, but no one cares. Oh, a whole lot more, all of which, as lesson #1 tonight, is the fact that you can ONLY CONTROL YOURSELF. We can't control what Psycho Mom does. Ever. We can't control how SS9 perceives things when played through PM's vision, ie only think about how this affects me and how best to get what I want. While hurting, Mr. M realizes "they can't change in 3 weeks." I wonder, "can they change at all?"