Displaced~

I never thought in my wildest dreams that the only home my 19 year old has known from day one would be sold, but it was, and she is just now displaced.   She had to move into a tiny little rental house not far from me in the city here with her controlling father.  Her father has always been the most selfish human on the planet.  Without monies borrowed on the house like normal people would have done to build, his parents financed his home to be built way back when (1989), and since our subsequent divorce, and death of his mother and father, so did any debt he might have owed them in return.  He was never one to give back, not even to say I'm sorry should he be wrong about anything.  He was made executor of his parents estate, and left his brother absoultely nothing (it was said he had to give him $1).  His brother was the oldest, but he was the most controlling.   

Frankly, if those walls could talk, they would certainly have a story to tell.   A lot of sweat and tears, abuse and heartache filled that house way back when; he also had another ex, and more heartache and tales of woes, not to mention the abuse my daughter suffered as a child with this man.  In order to write about it, I have to acknowledge my inability to stop him, unable financially to remove her from his clutches, or bring the courts to know who he was, what he was...it makes me sick to this day.  The courts, what do they truly care about when it comes to child? He certainly was never any good parent to my other two children, but its okay he gets to keep my baby child who at not quite 6 years old never spent a night away from her mother...why? Money talks in small towns...shameful.  I will never forget that day or the feeling of loss, years of loss...it still makes me tear up.  I hope his death is very slow and very very painful, and I hope he rots in hell...

I'm told he is a regular church-goer now, excuse me I have to vomit at that. 

Not only did he sell every antique his mother ever owned, he sold their home for profit (perhaps forced to split this with his brother?), and now he is selling the only thing that is rightfully my daughter's.  I am not surprised at his lack of thinking of anyone else.  Bobbi has nothing of value that even belonged to her grandmother, whom she loved dearly.  She was the only grandchild, and was much loved.  When arrested back when my daughter was 16, her uncle (his brother) tried to make sure that any estate inheritance be rightfully put away for her; however I don't know how far that got, or what she was due from her grandparents estate.  It was hidden and/or changed.  My daughter herself knows nothing of what she was supposedly to gain from her grandparents estate.  Most of it I'm sure went to my ex's legal defense, thereby taking my daughter's inheritance away from what would have been rightfully hers to begin with to pursue a college degree, provide support in her young adult life, etc...

Her uncle died in that house while my ex (divorce filed by me in 1997) was in jail facing serious charges of sexual abuse of a minor child.  It was days upon days before the authorities found him.  I heard from a friend of his that he believed himself that his own brother was guilty, and why?  So many unanswered questions all these years.  The best thing that could have happened was for him to be convicted, so my daughter could really move on with life.  Ask me if I think he's innocent of this? I'd have to say no.  Since he was found not guilty on all charges he has not been able to really obtain a job, and supposedly his health has deteriorated, and according to my daughter he is trying to get his disability.  Why?  Because he has smoked cigarettes at an alarming rate since young adulthood, and now he expects compensation?  He was carried financially his whole life by his parents, whether they were living or dead. 

I abhor this man so much for all he has put my family, and especially what he has put our daughter through, and still continues his reign of her.  She will never be free of his control until he dies.  My hope for her is that its soon.  Certainly, I do not have any qualms about stating this.  Tell me I'm wrong, tell me that something bad is probably going to happen to me because of it, and it still won't change how I feel.  The day he dies is a day of celebration, and months or perhaps years following his death, my daughter's emotional demise of the abuse he has put her through will flood her memories she has locked away so long.  She is still very much a child in a grown up world, struggling to find a place or direction.  Her father's control is more than she can bear at times, but yet she chooses not to leave it behind at 19.  Its a sick relationship those two have.  Let's hope I'm still around to help her pick up the pieces.

Sorry for the ramble, just on my mind.

Meet Marvin...

Happy Friday everybody! It has been a long week.  I came across these while out surfing...Marvin...the male version of Maxine...these are kinda funny...if you want to view more click here.

leaves, leaves, glorious leaves...

Remember when...fall leaves were fun time...

it seems the fun has been taken out of it with age...

yep, got a whole front yard full...

What Do You Want to Be for Halloween?

A bald man with a wooden leg gets invited to a Halloween party.  He doesn't know what costume to wear to hide his head and his leg, so he writes to a costume company to explain his problem.  A few days later he received a parcel with the following note:


Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a pirate's outfit. The spotted handkerchief
will cover your bald head and, with your wooden leg, you will be
just right as a pirate.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

The man thinks this is terrible because they have emphasized his Wooden Leg and so he writes a letter of complaint. 

A week goes by and he receives another parcel and a note, which says:

Dear Sir,
Please find enclosed a monk's costume. The long robe will cover
your Wooden leg and, with your bald head, you should really look
the part.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

Now the man is really upset since they have gone from emphasizing his wooden leg to emphasizing his bald head, soagain he writes the company another nasty letter of complaint.  The next day he gets a small Parcel and a note, which reads:


Dear Sir,
We have TRIED our very BEST
Please find enclosed a bottle of molasses and a bag of crushed nuts.
Pour the molasses over your bald head, pat on crushed nuts,
stick your Wooden Leg up your ass and go as a caramel apple.

Very truly yours,
Acme Costume Co.

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY.

bahahahahaha

Sunday's ha-ha's for a Monday

Mondays! what Sunday threw up...check these shows out...


A Marine stationed in Iraq recently received a "Dear John" letter from his girlfriend back home. It read as follows:

Dear Ricky, I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I must admit that I have cheated on you twice, since you've been gone, and it's not fair to either of us. I'm sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.

Love, Becky


The Marine, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow Marines for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins etc. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies. There were 57 photos in that envelope, along with this note:


Dear Becky, I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who you are. Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me."

now that's a great comeback!

here's another chuckle for ya...

The teacher of the school geography class was lecturing on map reading.

After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees, and minutes, the teacher said: "Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23 degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east longitude. Where would I be eating?"

After a confused silence, Little Johnny put up his hand and replied: "My guess is you'd be eating alone!"

hahaha!

Butt Scootin' Boogie...

Can only means bad news, right?

Little Annie is so fuzzy that sometimes her 'doodies' get stuck in her fur, and today, she did a butt-scootin' boogie leaving a big fat smear on the kitchen floor, luckily not on the carpet! lol...hilarious...

but then cleaning her up and the mess up! uck! yuck! stinky!


and check this out...

is this not the cutest little kitten ever?

Holey shiz, just when I think I've got the cutest kitten ever, i come across this face...adorable...I want one. I guess if anybody is interested, they need to check here.

What Do You Want to Be for Halloween?

Halloween will be here before you know it, and already Isabella has given thought to her costume this year...she tells me..."I want to be Little Bo Peep."

but not the "goody two-shoes" version...the darker version of Little Bo Beep...

Ah, yes, she wants to be Little Bo Creep...the deviant alter ego of Bo...should be interesting.

So here we are searching online for ideas for a costume, a cross between gothic and horror? and maybe we'll have a black sheep skewered on the shepherd's crook...

Yeah, well most BoPeep costumes are geared for adults (sexy version), or are foo-foo lacy children's storybook themed...finding or making a darker version might require a little research and imagination...We got a neighbor lady who will sew it, we are currently working on envisioning it and sketching it out on paper. I'll take a pic for yuns Halloween, so you can see how it turned out. (barring she doesn't change her mind between now and then).

Stolen from Phil Alexander's parody song, "Find My Lambs For Myself (The Bo Peep Song)" (to the tune of "Keep your hands to yourself" by the Georgia Satellites.) 

Well, I'm out in a field with a Little Bo Peep
We're a-lookin' and a-callin' tryin' to find her sheep
But each time we try - nuttin' each time we call
I mean no mutton, no shittin' nope, we're findin' flock all
I said "Maybe they've been eaten by a lion or a wolf"
She said "Ain't 'fraid of no lions, I'll find my lambs for myself"

Oh, baby Bo Peepie, why're we searchin' this way
I wanna be your lover boy, let's have a roll in the hay
That's when I told her my name is Little Boy Blue
And I've a horn she can blow on (if she really want to)
She said "Ain't funny, you pervy, you blow on it yerself
She said an' she's gonna try to find her lambs for herself

You see I'd had enough of seekin' I was about to give in
That's they started a-comin' back, waggin' their tails behind them
I said honey, these lambs gonna look so good on a plate
She said no mutton, no cookin' these lambs ain't gonna be ate
My lovely li'l' babies won't go on no oven shelf
No she don't feed me no lambs - she keep them lambs to herself!

remember the tune? I hadn't heard it in ever...was it a 1987 hit?

Bry...

damnit.......

Fix that dang comment section on your blog!!!!!!!!!!

I finally figured out where to comment, and then I see the word verification (barely), but then the box is cut off prematurely...so I cannot submit it...its missing! Probably why you are not receiving comments, do you not know this needs fixed??

FIX IT ALREADY!!!!!



hell yeah...I am needing me some fries!! My cholesterol ain't high enuff! At this level, I am a fatty artery waiting to blow! its the salt I crave, not enough Iodine in my diet I think...

and Bry, for a price I'll fix that comment section for ya! that'll be airfare, hotel stay, limousine service to and from your residence, and umlimited access to the frig and potty, plus puter! yeah...