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So once again Armando Corral is refusing to pay his child support. At least this time he's only delinquent since October. But he has no intention of working to catch up yet. According to his wife he's been working side jobs while collecting unemployment (interesting admission there) but the unemployment has run out so now he can't pay child support. And she thought I should be sympathetic because they aren't able to pay for their mortgage. Oh, the mortgage on the house you bought (along with the brand new convertible Mustang) while I was standing in food lines to feed his children? Was he sympathetic to us then?

I pointed out to her (because as usual, he sent her to fight his battles, something no real man would do, but then again, a real man would get a job and support his children) that he appeared to be eating, VERY well, so since he didn't appear to be standing in food lines, that I was NOT going to be sympathetic, and at any rate, their mortgage was not my concern, MY CHILD SUPPORT is my concern. Also pointed out: I am the sole person taking care of his TWO children, while he is a deadbeat father living with two other working adults.

"We do help support them, we feed them sometimes."

Seriously?

Who paid for their cars, pays for their car insurance and registration, who pays their medical insurance (even though court papers say HE is supposed to pay), who pays their medical bills, who rents a house big enough for them to live in, and pays the electricity, gas and water along with groceries to feed TWO almost adult siblings three+ meals a day, who pays their school activities and all the myriad other extras?

And then who feeds them a meal or two a week?

I told her he was a lazy bum and SHE KNOWS he's a lazy bum. Then she started to lose it, because I am the one person she can't paint a rosy picture to. "He's a lazy bum who CAN get a job and you and I BOTH KNOW IT," I told her, "I was married to him TOO, I know and YOU know, he can GET A JOB, he's just a LAZY BUM who doesn't WANT to work."

That sent her blood pressure up through the roof, but we all know -- I DON'T CARE. She fucked him while we were married, she wanted him, now she's got him. An unemployed, lazy bum. I have been employed non-stop since I kicked him out, I stood in food lines, I accepted donations, I got scholarships, I did whatever it took to take care of those kids all by myself.

So, Armando (Solis) Corral. Are you going to be a man? Are you going to get a job and pay your child support? We shall see.

Today we're celebrating Thanksgiving. Since it's just me and the kids, we decided to have an early one so we didn't have to deal with them leaving for their father's house, and also other people are now available to come over.

So Buffy invited six of her friends. Spike is having two. House full of teenagers. Yay.

Because I've never cooked a turkey before (and swore to my mother's dead body that I NEVER WAS [THAT'll show her]), and because we didn't want to screw things up either, we've ordered the dinner from Marie Calenders. We're getting turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, yams, vegetables, cornbread, apple and cherry pie. Then I'm making stuffed eggs and bought olives. And each of the guests is bringing their favorite side dish. YAYY! It should be a great dinner. TONS of food.

But don't think I don't have vodka and a very nice bottle of chianti for myself and Erin. Dudes, at least 9 teenagers are going to be in this house. Mommy needs to drink.

Hold on, let me check.

Yep, still happy.

I don't really know how to get any happier than this. Win the lottery maybe. But not if I had to trade for this.

I saw the drunkest man ever this morning, 9:30am.

I was waiting at a stop light after my early morning trip to the hardware store, and I saw this man wavering down the sidewalk. He stopped and took a moment to get his balance standing in one place. The he took the top off the cup he was holding, took a long swig of it, stood still a second, then wavered off again. He took about 20 steps (!!) (only!!!) and stopped again, but took a bit longer to get his balance. Then repeated the drink/walk/stop process.

Awesomely hilarious. Exceptionally sad. But... yeah, who am I kidding, it was funny.

Yard work

I just chopped the hell out of everything in the back yard that can be chopped. Yes, Everything.

Haven't done yardwork in a long time. I forgot how great it is for the soul to go outside and just destroy everything. Not that I have any issues right now that need chopping, because I (mostly) don't. But it still felt good.

Lawnmower wouldn't start again. Nothing new there.

But I went to OSH early this morning and got a wheeled trashbin and hedge clippers and a chopper. And then, instead of my long bike ride (next week I guess!), I just went at everything. All the overgrown rose bushes, and that stupid vine tree that's beautiful for one week out of the year and a gigantic mess the rest of the year.

So now it's all chopped. And laying in the lawn. My legs are all scratched to bits by falling rose bushes (I was wearing shorts). But my arms feel good.

Now it's time for lunch. I'm thinking spaghetti.

Buffy wants us to have a Mommy-Daughter Day, which really is 17 year old girl code for "Take me to the mall and empty your bank account". We're so not doing that.

However, it's 9:30am and I'm seriously not ready for anything yet. It would be nice if the sun came out. I have yard work I want to do. I have a swim at 1pm. I really wanted to get to Trader Joes or relax at Peet's with my reading, but don't know if I'll get around to it. It's looking too cold to stalk the dog park.

...Ten minutes later and I'm still staring at this screen. I think I better start with a shower. Then get a move on to somewhere from there.

Oh, totally forgot! The first birthday present was to myself, even though I didn't appreciate it at first.

I had already planned what I was going to wear today, my new jeans plus a pretty white blouse I have. But when I went to get dressed... white blouse didn't fit! Total tent on me! Good grief, like I have a bunch of clothes in my closet that fit right now. But I found one of my new blue henley shirts that fit. It's not as nice as a blouse and I wouldn't have worn it but Buffy had said I looked really pretty in it the other day. So my present was an even smaller body, even though it meant changing clothes at last minute. And Erin liked it, so that's all that matters.

And also, Buffy was at her dad's today, but when she came home she told me the painting she was doing for me wasn't ready yet so she wrote me a letter instead. GOOD LORD that girl is the funniest thing I've ever given birth to. Here, I must share it with you:

Dear Mother,
Tis' your day of birth! Happy Birthday young maiden, you look mighty spiffy for your age, I must say. You're a beautiful, young, white woman in America. You live in San Jose with all the lame people, but you're cool. You belong in Santa Cruz because you're cool. Just saying :D I said "cool" twice... thats not good sentence structure. Oh well.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope you have a very happy Birthday, and you deserve the best.
I LOVE YOU! <3 Buffy

"What kind of drugs were you ON when you wrote this?" I asked her.
"NONE!"
"Don't tell me you weren't on drugs when you wrote this!"
"I just like talking in an English accent!"

Yes, she's been studying Shakespeare. And also, she wants me to move with her to Santa Cruz - did you get that? I don't even know what to do with this letter, it's so silly it boggles the mind. I have no idea what the painting is that she's making for me. But I'm sure it's going to be totally Buffy.

In April 2009 I wore a size 22 pant IF there was an elastic waist.

This week (November 2009) I went to Macys because my size 16s were literally falling off my hips, and I had to hold them up as I walked.

I bought two new pair of size 14.

They are not exactly tight.

In fact, I probably should have bought size 12. But I couldn't quite believe the 14s were really ON me, so it never occurred to me to get a smaller size. I even tried one size 16, just in case, which was totally ridiculous.

So now I have two new pair size 14s which are quite roomy, give me space for a good dinner in my belly, and which probably won't fit next month.

I lost two more pounds today.

But this is NOT me complaining.
:)

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