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Mom and me ~ around 1971

Peter and Me

Me and Daddy ~ I'm two.

Peter, Mark, Daddy and Me! One month old

A Talk With My Former Spouse

The Minion's father wanted him to go to Texas for Christmas. Not just for the two weeks of vacation but for a week before and after. A world of NO on that entire idea. I'll list my reasons.

My ex husband has found the Pentecostal church. Apologies to any of my 5 readers who might be born-again Pentecostals, but the ex has taken this to an extreme.

• He believes that the Jews killed Jesus, no not the Romans, the Jews. Considering the S.O is Jewish, I take offense to that train of thought. Not to mention that the last time I picked up a story of the Crucifixion, it was centaurians weilding the mallets and nails.
• He claims the people he is with in Texas are just like you and me, but they don't sin. Ever.
• He cannot send me child support because he doesn't have a job. But God has taken care of all his needs - i.e, he is doing odd-jobs for the church and is receiving room and board ( sponging off them ).
• He said he would pray for me. I said, great - please do...and also pray for that pair of winter boots for the Minion..I'll expect them on the dining room table via divine intervention by morning.
• The only way to get to heaven is by reading the Bible and believing in Jesus. Apparently all other religions - including Catholics, but especially Jews need not apply.
• Barack Obama is a Muslim.
• He wants the Minion to eventually live with him because ~ and I freaking quote: " You can have more children". That is a freaky-assed statement.

When I got off the phone, the S.O suggested I just sit and have a bourbon. I thought that was an excellent suggestion. Needless to say, there are no plans for a father and son reunion anytime soon. The Minion is relieved. He is as wigged as we are about the change in his dad. And for those who are wondering, I have full legal custody. Whew.

Secretary

I love this song. Love, Love this movie. And since I've been on a Boston Legal dvd marathon, my attraction to James Spader has been renewed. He's just so....interesting. His characters are neat. And I admit to lustful ideas in his general direction. Do you think Keith Olbermann will be jealous?

Keith and Love

The man reads my mind.

I Found Where The Crazies Live

It's like watching a trainwreck...can't believe it, but can't turn away.

These are some scary folks.

It's Like Freaking Christmas

I stole this from Catherine, but it says it all for me. I'm tired and happy and joyful and bursting with pride, hope and satisfaction.

Nervous Energy

The last time I felt like this was when I was waiting for The Minion to fly home from Oregon after his summer visit to his dad's. I stacked about a cord of wood that morning before I had to go to the airport. Of course all our wood has been stacked for a couple months. I feel a cleaning frenzy coming on. But I have errands to run after I go vote, so I will be occupied. Naturally I am down to one cigarette. I am not a chain smoker. I smoke maybe half a pack a day. Today I may morph into dearly departed old Uncle Donald - the 2 pack man. I would like to buy wine for this evening. But I work tomorrow and my tolerance level has dropped over the last few years. Normally I'd have 2 glasses. But I don't trust myself today. But the fact remains: Chemicals, I need chemicals! Sad but true.

I Feel Validated!