[My] Life in Wisconsin

Comes The Trainwreck



What the hey...
I began writing this on Mothers Day.

Happy Fookin' Mothers Day to me.
I raised 4 daughters, basically alone. I would also like to believe that I had a hand in shaping Reianna and Daniels worlds too
Hey boys, the child support means very little compared to having a real father.
My 1st ex, (whom I disrespectfully call "AssFace")- not only left the US, he left me with a 3 year old, a 2 year old, and a newborn.
Ordered to pay $600.00/month child support, he of course left that obligation behind.
The US had no jurisdiction in Germany at the time.
(Since it has ceased to be important to me when he returned to the states, specifically Michigan- I have no idea if one can collect now).

My 2nd ex- also has violently (and loudly) complained about having to pay child support.

How would I have known that with my last divorce, as with my first, both "fathers" had also divorced their children?
Maybe if these sperm donors had actually known their daughters, they wouldn't have felt so poorly.
Besides, anyone who collects child support knows the feeling of being reduced to dollars and cents. (The "Hooker~Aspect" of a divorce when children are involved).

Yes! My heart tells me to forgive and forget.
I have always had a problem doing so. (Not so much one, but the other). hehehe

And yes, I did everything that needed to be done. ON MY OWN. No excuses expressed or implied.
It was tough, but we had fun. Truly we did.

So how has it come to the fact that none of them are here on Mothers Day? 
Let me say that Casey is excused.  Greg has been very sick- missing Thursday and Friday work. (Not like him). And whatever he has I do not care to have.
NOTE: Added 5/18/10...  YES! Casey showed up on Mom's Day. Even though she was the only one who probably shouldn't have been out driving!
And Casey, you have NO IDEA what that meant/MEANS to my heart.


Time was, (a long time ago), that I was so smirky that I actually believed it would be days like this that my table would be filled to needing many extra chairs. (Perhaps even an extra table or two)?

Odd- that as time has passed, I can not only toss the dining room table, I can also lose the high chairs. Those, that I had held onto- From "pasghetti faces" to all the rest of the stained clothing and seats...

But it was all worth it, I told myself. The tough times would pass, and with all these children, I would never be alone; most especially on these days. It is just one of the things I had dreamed of back when.


 
  ...If your time to you  is worth savin' -
Then you better start swimmin' -Or you'll sink like a stone.
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers -
Throughout the land -
And don't criticize -
What you can't understand...




And it's these days that I am complaining. Sinking like that proverbial stone.
And it is because I do not understand.
I have never been told the "why" of it all. If anyone knows, please let me know?

I have never kept these children from their father(s)
Besides, anyone that knows any of my daughters will know that there is NO trying to keep them from anything if it is within their hearts to do something.

Comes The Trainwreck.    chugga chugga choo choo

To fill you in:
  1. Jenné called me on Mothers Day.
  2. Zoé is getting married.
  3. Jenné is Matron of Honor Zoé's eldest friend Sarah is Maid of Honor.
    1. Not sure if Roberta will be standing, going, or even if she is invited. Last I heard, from one of her most recent Facebook entries was that she had just gotten out of jail.


Jenné called me on Mothers Day. In the course of that conversation she let me know that Aaron's mom was going to be watching Wyatt while she was in Wisconsin. Either she leaves him in Texas, or she "would have to pay a babysitter for 4 days straight."
Isaiah's father, Brad, will have Isaiah for the duration of her visit and for 6 weeks after (to the best of my knowledge).

Baby Wyatt.
I have never met this grandson of mine- He was born in Texas last October.
Jennifer does know I cannot lift Baby Wyatt for any extended period of time. (Thus she knows better than to ask me to care for him fr 4 days straight).

My invitation to this wedding must have gotten lost in the mail. hehehe (We all know better than that).  While I couldn't give a shit about the wedding etc, it would have been nice to have at least gotten an invite so I could attempt to sell it on eBay or Craig's List. (Dead serious).

Again in the course of the conversation with Jenné, I did tell her that since I won't be meeting Wyatt it seemed like such a wasted trip.
I did not raise my voice. And I stated it very matter~of~factly.

Later that day, Jennifer told Casey that I had "yelled" at her. Honestly, has she really forgotten "how" I can really "YELL"?
She also never told Casey she wasn't bringing Wyatt, just that she was "working on it.").

WTF/H?

Clicking on my own Trainwreck Tag, you will see that Zoé lost her marbles about 3 and a half years ago.
Jenné has always followed her big sissies suit. (They are 14 months apart).
Zoé will be 33 next month. Jenné will be 32 this summer. Berta will be 30 in July.

Roberta's recent entry on Facebook was this:
"Free at last, free at last. Lord almighty, I am free at last. Jail sucks by the way. don't go there!"

Jennifer's own MOTHERS DAY entry on Facebook (posted after she'd called), was this:
"The commonest fallacy among women is that simply having children makes one a mother—which is as absurd as believing that having a piano makes one a musician."
That my own blood-cousin replied in kind was devastating to my heart soul.
But I digress.

But hey, Talk about a kick in the teeth!

Was it really all worth it?

To you who are reading and receiving, know that you are my most trusted and intelligent family and friends. And I know that I have already asked questions in this note, but the real question is this... 
...When is a 'child' old enough to stop lying?

Blessings to all who receive, read, and reply to this.

XOXO
Me




♫   And baby, I remember
All the things you taught me
I learned how to laugh
And I learned how to cry~
Well I learned how to love
Even learned how to lie~
You'd think I could learn
How to tell you goodbye
'cause you don't bring me flowers anymore  


Huh?

HELP! (Um... Pretty please)?
My own explanation will follow... But first your own input is needed.

In the course of conversation today, I was told the following... (and I quote).
"We have not ever seen this in a long time."

What's that mean?
  1. Does this mean we have never seen it?
  2. Or does it mean we haven't seen it in a long time?

Things got hairy just about then, and I didn't catch it right away. I didn't ask... And cannot do so until tomorrow. Those words are just resonating.

I am eagerly awaiting your replies.

XOXO
Me

Ending My Day (with a few giggles)...

Rating:★★
Category:Other

  


DEAF  WIFE

  A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid.

  Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

  "Here's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and informal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you.   If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."

  That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den.
He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."

Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"

  No response.

So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey,  what's for dinner?"

  Still no response.

Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey,  what's for dinner?"

  Again, he gets no response.

So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?"

  Again there is no response.

So he walks right up behind her.  "Honey,  what's for dinner?"

 

"Ralph,  for the FIFTH time," I said, " CHICKEN!"


*** 



WIDDLE WABBITS

A precious little girl walks into a PetSmart store and asks,in the sweetest little lisp, between two missing teeth, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?"

As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit,or a thoft and fuwwy, bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"

She, in turn, blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says, in a tiny quiet voice:
"I don't think my python weally gives a thit."








Good Night All!


XOXO

Me