Yesterday I went to court with my ex. Well, technically it was supposed to be “with” my ex, but as usual with him, he didn’t show up; which was great for me, because it made it easy for the judge to approve another two years on the order of protection that keeps him away from
**If the photos appear fuzzy, viewing on your mobile device’s desktop version clears them up** If only we had known what was hiding under the lights of The Ellison Suites Hotel, maybe none of this would have happened. ************** Have you ever had something happen in your life, that is just so far out
If you didn’t read the last post, “I’m Not There Anymore,” I suggest reading that first so that this post makes sense. ************** It’s been a few days since my day in court, and I’m feeling much better. Overall I wasn’t feeling all that bad to begin with (compared to prior years in court), but either
It’s 6:30am. My husband just left for work, and the kids are sleeping. It’s been raining on and off, so it’s still dark out, and the cars driving on the road outside, are making a whizzing noise on the wet pavement as people rush off to work. A chill hangs in the air and
Last Friday, she called me at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 4pm, and 2am, and then her family called me at 3pm and 7pm. And she is just one of my many nonprofit clients. I absolutely adore her and she is definitely one of my favorite clients, but she is going through some really tough things right
A couple of weeks ago, I had court again with my ex. We were there for the ongoing saga that is the child support issue, and thank you Lord, when I got there, BEST DAY EVER. My regular judge was on vacation. Photo Courtesy of Giphy.com And the stand-in judge looked like he needed about
If you haven’t read Part One of this post, I highly, highly suggest clicking here and doing so first, as this is the second half of a story that really needs the first half in order to make sense! If that just seems like much too much work, the super quick synopsis is that shortly
A few weeks ago I was at the YMCA gym, working hard to tone my butt on the ARC trainer (because why not), and thinking about how nervous I was that it was the first time that my now eight-year-old daughter wasn’t in the kid’s area of the YMCA childcare center. I was nervous as
Well, it’s that time again. Time to head somewhere that typically just pisses me off and makes me a rather unpleasant person to be around for the 24 hours after I leave said place; mostly because it’s a place filled with creepy people, a ridiculous judge, and an ex husband that I despise. Oh yea,
The Boy Child started attending a new daycare last week. To give you a little bit of perspective, he had been going to his previous daycare since he was less than a year old (he started a few months after my ex left), and he is now almost 5. To him, that daycare was a
Last week Mr. Attorney Man asked me if I wanted to meet up with him so that we could chat about everything from the nonprofit to my writing career, and my court case to my financial situation. The idea was to basically knock out all the topics in one sitting rather than drag everything out
So I have a confession to make. Bugs, they make me scream. It’s totally ridiculous and actually pretty funny, but I can’t help it — they make me scream. It’s not even so much that I’m scared of the bug itself, but more in the way that the bug most likely snuck up on me.
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
