Monday, December 17, 2007

School is finished for the semester, phew! Grades are still forthcoming; I’ll post ‘em when I have ‘em, but all’s looking good. It sure is nice to take a breather although I’m still uncertain what to do with myself at times. It’s odd to realize that I have no reading to do or papers to prepare. But then the reality of all the neglected housework sets in and I remember that there is always something to do, sigh… ;-)

Bub called Em yesterday just to tell her some mondo big news. Apparently new chick is late and might be preggers. Wait… let’s allow that to sink in a moment shall we? He called Em specifically to tell her that new chick might be knocked up. No actual confirmation or anything, and forget the fact that she’s had her tubes tied, he still felt it was something he should go ahead and share with his daughter nonetheless. Idiot. In his mind it was something that she needed to know right away, regardless of appropriateness, so he told her. Just like how he informed her last week that he was suicidal over the summer and that the only thing that got him through it was thinking of her. As if a 10-year-old needs the weight of that on her shoulders. I know it shouldn’t by now, but I swear his stupidity still surprises me at times. Em was understandably freaked by the news (pregnancy) but whether its reality or not, she really hasn’t much choice but to deal with it now does she?

He also informed me (a few weeks ago, before the pregnancy thing) that he and new chick are considering adopting a friend’s baby. This he asked me NOT to share with Em until they were sure, but let’s not go there shall we? *smacks head. Apparently it’s an unplanned/unwanted pregnancy, so they thought, why the hell not? We can raise the kid. You just can’t make this shit up.

Oh but wait, there’s still more. No, I’m not joking…there really is more. The FBI yes the F…B…I contacted him today to ask him to explain some questionable internet activity on his server. Apparently they’ve been investigating this activity for a while now; they went to our old house (his last known place of residence) and to his old job here in town. They know he hasn’t filed taxes in who knows how long and if they don’t get the answers they’re looking for then they’ll proceed with an in-depth investigation including speaking to everyone he knows and searching property. He says the guy whose trailer he stayed in for a while is the culprit behind the “questionable activity”. Apparently he gave this dude an account on his server and the guy proceeded to hack ebay and paypal with it. Nice. Now he just has to prove that it wasn’t him. This should be fun. Oh and by the way he tells me, don’t panic but I’ll be down this weekend to take care of the not so legal things that I have in your garage. I swear to god I thought he was going to tell me that he had drugs in my garage and I could feel my blood pressure begin to rise just waiting for him to say it. But no, its just his hundreds of pirated software cds and movie dvds, though still in MY garage. And just be aware, he tells me, they might end up searching your house and your computer for info on me, y’know, so keep that in mind if you’re involved in anything un-kosher. Um, helllloooo? Who exactly do you think I am dude? Damn, guess I’ll have to shut that child porn ring down now. WTF? Alright, I’m done.

Well, Em stuck it out through the whole semester in her advanced math class, but once they reconvene after Christmas break, she’ll be back to regular ol’ math with the original teacher whom she adored. It was just too much for her I’m afraid. Not that she can’t do it, she just can’t handle the stress and anxiety that come with it. Rather the stress and anxiety that comes with her. I wish so desperately that she wasn’t so high strung, that she could just relax a little and go with the flow. But she requires perfection and continuity, and anything less is simply unacceptable apparently. She’s back in therapy btw, and we’re considering medication to help with the anxiety and uncontrollable outbursts. Other than Bub falling off a high cliff, I don’t know what else to do for her, except love her and remain constant for her now that she needs stability the most. I so didn’t want to screw her up y'know? But when you know better you do better, when you know better you do better…

8 Comments:

Blogger Wien. said...

That man needs to disolve away! I was glad to get to the end of your post to read that Em is back in therapy. I was thinking, that poor girl should be in therapy with all the cr@p her dad is throwing her way.
And, get his stuff out of your garage! Get everything that is his out. Make a clean break, have nothing to do with him othen than your daughter. Although he makes for intertaining reading (the FBI) he is so not healthy for either of you.
His new gf must not have really seen the light that day you had her in your car. Amazing.
Changing the subject, I was thinking about the paper Christmas tree you and Em had last year. I hope your Christmas is good. You two deserve it.

9:18 AM  
Blogger Sandi said...

Ok, come, on...joke's up. There is no way this stuff is real, I mean come on. Where exactly is that man's brain? unbelievable.

BTW - I wanted to tell you that I told my nail tech about Em's fake nails and she was literally furious. At Em's age, her nail beds are not done growing and fake nails could cause problems.

Merry Christtmas!

2:04 PM  
Blogger Sandy said...

Can't believe this!!!! WTF indeed! I agree with Wien. Get his stuff out of your garage! I absolutely would pack it up and take it to the landfill. There is no way I would allow him to put you and Em in danger ever!
hugs to both of you

7:38 PM  
Anonymous alex said...

Congrats on getting through the semester. Enjoy the time with nothing to do... well, after the housework. ;-)

Wow, I doubt a bad soap opera writer could even come up with this stuff. The FBI investigation cracks me up!!!

If I were you... if he doesn't come down this weekend to pick up his crap from your garage, I'd throw it out.

I'm so glad to hear that Em is getting professional help. Whatever it takes for her to right herself in a world without Bub.

Have a wonderful Christmas and say hi to any family you see for me.

7:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are f*cking joking!! That man is NOT RIGHT! Not in any way, shape or form!

Yippee for the good things, though--being out of school and being a GREAT mom to Emmy!

11:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just when you think that Bub couldn't get any worse, he somehow does. Thank goodness you dumped his sorry ass.

12:52 PM  
Anonymous jill said...

I used to think you could write a book about your weight loss and make a fortune, but now I know there's a fortune to be made from Bub! I can see it now - book, movie, sequels, TV series ... it could be the one good thing (besides Em) that comes out of getting involved with that idiot!

Glad Em's getting help again. Good for you.

Get his crap outta your garage!!What's it doing there in the first place?? Don't give me the "it works for us" stuff - it doesn't. Great, the Feds crawling all over your place. Geez.

Enjoy your rest from school and don't spend it all cleaning the house! Have a great Christmas (and don't forget to post your grades!!)

1:33 PM  
Blogger B said...

LOL! Oh Jilly, you know I love ya babe! His crap is there cuz it works for us. Just kidding!! His crap is in my garage because I'm a spineless, people pleasing, whimp who can't say no, that's why. Ug. Think I'll ever learn?

Btw, I figure there'll be a memoir about Bubba World one of these days, although I'll probably have to wait until he's dead to publish, bummer! But who on earth will play him in the movie? I'm thinking Angelina Jolie for me... What? Don't you see it? :D

1:53 PM  

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