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Thursday, October 27, 2005

Jacket night

Tonight we will be going up to Jenea's school for the football game. Not sure exactly why it is on a Thursday but whatever. It is also jacket night. They literally have a ceremony to give out the letterman's jackets to those who have earned them. Here is the killer. The student has to then give them back. NICE. Since Jenea has not technically completed two full years of a sport (after basketball season, she will have done so) her jacket goes back to the school until that time. Nevermind the fact that it is paid for. Unreal. I love it.

Other than that, life has been relatively quiet. The son, Mano, got into it with his sister yesterday and in a fit of teenage rage, left their house and walked here. In his socks. LOL. So he stayed here for dinner. He was going to hang out for a bit until the first bits of cookies that I was baking made it out of the oven but the bitch had to have him home immediately despite the fact that he did not have homework to do. WHATEVER. OK, Bitter Betty. Sorry, he came here when you pissed him off. I suppose you would rather he be on a street corner killing small animals or spray painting fences, right? My bad. Next time I will just send him on his way with a spray can. Then the husband takes him home and is gone one hour and twenty minutes. Um, why? Apparently they needed to discuss this afternoon's antics with the kids. OK, no problem. Joint parenting - it's lovely. But how about a phone call, dickwad? How about "Hey babe, Bitch and I are gonna deal with the kids issues for a bit - back later - not sure when." That is all I wanted. Instead, I got a 'tude. Let's not even go into the fact that she only wants his input when her boyfriend is at work. We just WON'T EVEN GO THERE. I am quite certain the woman beating boyfriend had no clue that the husband was there last night.

So anyway, that was my evening. Yesterday afternoon consisted of me and the husband going to see an attorney. You know, to divy up the estate. AS IF. Actually it was to find out the proper course of action regarding the child support. Jenea will be 18 in January and I was not sure how or when or in what amount the child support would be reduced. See, in this lovely state of ours, the husband is only obligated to pay until the kids are 18 or finish high school - whichever comes last. No biggie. Please let me be clear. I would begrudge these kids NOTHING. I do love them very much. They are good kids despite living with the spawn of hell. With very little exception, we have had no problems with them. I enjoy their company - the little that we do get with them. However, this woman is screwing the system and has done so for quite some time. She lives with a man who makes probably decent money and contributes to their household (as he should) while raping us with the amount of child support we are obligated to pay. My husband has not gotten to claim either of the children on his taxes for the last 8 years because according to the judge, it would put an "undue burden on her." Are you kidding me? She put a sunroof in her piece of shit car with one refund from the IRS. I can see how the children needed THAT. But can we touch her? Nope, because on paper she makes close to nothing as a teacher's aide. Well, sister, your days are numbered, YA HEAR???? I will dance the dance of glee on that fateful day when the boy is 18 and out of school and you get a big fat check for $0.00. I will gladly help the kids out in school - give them money for books, lab fees, kegs of beer, etc. Just knowing that the money, for the first time EVER, will go directly to them will make all these years well worth while. So SUCK IT, BITCH.

Remember when I said I was gonna let this stuff go with the ex-wife? Yeah, that's not going so well.

Elizabeth at 3:30 PM

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at 7:15 PM Blogger Lori said...

Just adopt my matra about exes and bad shit in general "But I'm Not Bitter" :)

That's sort of interesting about the letter jackets - here in CA you get them yourself, but don't get the letter until you're on varsity.

 
at 8:26 PM Blogger Nap Queen said...

Girl, you can rant with the best of them! I've had those feelings about a certain ex-girlfriend of my husband. Grrrrrrrrr...

 
at 9:48 PM Blogger Territorial said...

Okay..this will make you sick but Hubster has no ex's..I'm his first...well...everything. But he does have some issues with my ex's. LOL

 
at 7:51 AM Blogger Danielle said...

gurl I hear yah, its a tough situation to handle re: the ex, atleast for me it would be. But I know you are handling it with grace.....and possibly a 9 mm. LMAO!

 
at 1:38 PM Blogger Tara B! said...

BITTER BETTY! I love it!

I wish I had a step mom that had bought MY kegs of beer during college!

 

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