I normally don’t do teasers like this, but my next post will be something I’d really like to share with my trusted blogfriends, but because of security reasons which will soon become obvious, the post will be locked. If you care for the password, email me and if you’ve been around long enough (most of you know who you are) I have no problem giving it to you. For those already in the know, the password will be the same as it’s always been. My email should be found in my About Me post (I think).
But for anyone who’s been following lately, I’ll part with this bit of information:
My daughter June Bug and grandson CJ are now safe with us. Thank every last one of you for your prayers and happy thoughts. Because, believe me, we needed every last one of them.
That’s all for now.
For my daughter June Bug and grandson CJ who are at this very minute, as I’m typing, getting on a bus and coming out here to escape a verbally and emotionally abusive situation.
That they may travel in safety, that both manage the trip well, that June Bug find the resources that she needs out here to support herself and CJ, and that we are able to help her find these resources.
That June Bug finds the strength to face herself and her issues, that she finds a way to deal with her chronic lack of self-esteem that has contributed greatly to the many negative choices she’s made in her life.
That she finds a way to forgive herself for past mistakes that others have already forgiven her for, and understand that asking and receiving help is not an imposition on others, but a blessing for all parties involved.
That she finds the strength to overcome her pride and seek out the help she so desperately needs for her issues, with the goal of improving herself.
That she may understand her past habits and relationships, particularly the one she’s getting away from, cannot be allowed to continue, for CJ’s sake and hers.
That she may discover her self worth as an imperfect daughter of God, that she is loved even when she feels unlovable, and deserves better than what she has recently been experiencing.
That my tired old car be able to make the 90min trip to the city tomorrow to pick her up and return with no problems.
That the narcissistic controlling baby daddy that she’s leaving stay out of hers and our grandson’s life. And if he tries to follow that he will either be stopped and incarcerated for his many probation violations, or that he will run off a bridge and into a tree and break his neck.
Okay, I probably should omit the very last part about praying for ill fortune to befall the ex-jerk. But I do pray that our Heavenly Father, if it be His will for our daughter to be free, uses His divine influence to keep the ex as far away from her and us as possible.
In Jesus name, Amen.
Your prayers and/or happy thoughts are always welcome.
Time to go to my happy place. Join me, if you will.
I want to try to get away from this being nothing but a place to bitch about family, and try to offer some lighter or more thoughtful content, but it’s been getting real hard to lately.
And, to be honest, I’m losing my muse. I don’t quite want to pack it in completely because I never know when I’ll be inspired to get off my lazy butt and write something, but the inspiration has been less and less lately, which is why the crickets have been chirping so loudly.
Also not helping is the stress of being unemployed, and recent family events, some quite negative, that leave my mind a landlocked mess of emotions, unable to sleep properly but unable to get anything out. Call it constipation of the mind.
But I will start out with something positive – my church and my faith. I don’t always follow them as devoutly as I should at times, but it’s there when I need it and boy, I’ve needed them lately. Sometimes there’s no better way to deal with your own issues than to put them aside for the greater good, so you can see the bigger picture and understand that, as many issues as you may have, there are far greater matters and those that have far more pressing needs, and you are in a position to make a difference.
That’s how I felt when I went to church yesterday. Before my ride picked me up to take me to my church council meetings (the rest of the family followed later separately) I was crabby and sleep deprived, with the events of the night before and their future negative implications running through my head. Yet my wife & I said a prayer together asking for comfort and peace, that we may at least be able to make it through church and faithfully perform our callings. And you know, it worked. Some unexpected good things did come about yesterday, but what was most important was the spiritual refreshment that we desperately needed. I received some words of wisdom from my ride (an older gentleman who was formerly our branch president) and was able to focus on the things that concerned our not-so-big congregation as a whole, not to mention the Sunday School lesson I was supposed to teach for the day.
Just typing that last paragraph made me feel better. But now I have to share the bad stuff.
My daughter Panda Bear is getting married this summer, which I’ve blogged a little about before. So far, so good.
But we’re being pushed out of the wedding and their lives by my thoroughly evil sister-in-law, who seems to have this campaign to oust my wife as the mother of the bride. She’s in the process of brainwashing both my daughter and the fiancé that my wife is trying to take over the wedding, that there’s going to be arguments and strife and nothing but trouble. Oh, btw, I guess I’m the enemy too because I stand up and support my wife (why wouldn’t I?)
A little quickie background – Panda Bear is diagnosed as mildly Asperger’s, which means she doesn’t always understand social conventions and is easily manipulated. Not helping is the troubled history between her and us (particularly her mother), which my beloved SIL keeps stoking the flames to behind the scenes. Unfortunately the fiancé and his family are very easily manipulated too, and even though he and I have been friends for a while, it has become strained between us lately as he keeps being fed a line of shit about my wife and I have to stand up for her.
And let’s not forget the small detail that we have the relationship with our two grandchildren at stake here as well.
I’m starting to wish a house would fall on her.
Enough for now, it’s starting to upset me again typing this. Perhaps we really do need to pray for divine guidance right now. Because I’m not seeing any other route we can take that won’t end in defeat for us.
Oh, and one more thing (to quote the great Columbo) – somebody at church told me I reminded them of John Madden. After further review (and the fact that I really do admire the guy) I think I can take that as a compliment.
So maybe I’ll end this on a happy note after all.
You’ve been warned…
Something that one of my FB friends shared with me. I’m not convinced that it isn’t some kind of twisted joke.
It sounds innocent enough. Basically a bag of gourmet sugarless Gummi bears.
But then you get to the reviews. Dear God, the reviews.
Possibly NSFW, due to the gasps of horror and/or peals of laughter that may be disruptive to a work environment. Read at your own risk.
Especially when you get to the parts about sending a case to every member of Congress, as well as the WBC.
Hope you enjoy your morning.
Find out this morning that granddaughter M is going to Children’s Hospital in Little Rock for some tests to figure out what’s wrong with her. She’s been sick since New Year’s, and was originally diagnosed with a UTI, but she’s not getting any better. Gallbladder is a suspect right now, but whoever heard of gallbladder problems with a 3 year old? Unfortunately, knowing Panda Bear and her lack of culinary skills (or more accurately, the refusal to learn or improve them), I personally suspect too much junk or preprocessed food and not enough water or healthy drinks.
Shortly followed by the news that June Bug is in the hospital awaiting surgery to what appears to be an ovarian cyst, but hoping it isn’t something worse. Unfortunately if anything happens to her then grandson CJ will likely end up with baby-daddy and his bass-ackwards family by default, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they try to keep him too, if she’s laid up and unable to care for him for any length of time.
And here we are, with me earning piddly squat through temp work, with only one barely running vehicle for three people to use (myself, Yes Dear, PBJ), and no way to travel anywhere to help except maybe the other side of town.
This morning, I got up and discovered that my car had a flat.
Followed later by the discovery that the pipes in the laundry room froze up with the record cold we’re experiencing.
So, to keep from totally losing it, here’s my song for the day. Sing along, if you will.
Yeah I know, I probably should be doing Christmas songs right now. And probably by next week, I just may post one or two.
But I’m in a mood. One of my early 80′s moods, back in my high school years. Hanging with friends, and listening to the music of the time. And I don’t mean the top 40 pop crap either, at least not with the people I hung out with (though I sometimes did at other times).
At the time, quite often the rock station of choice was the now-defunct KMET (anyone from SoCal remember them?) Played a lot of classic rock before that particular term became it’s own genre, and a mix of newer stuff as well. Oh yeah, and there was the Dr. Demento Show every Sunday night, anybody remember them?
Anyways, here’s a tune I remember well, one (and many like it) that was blasted from some friend’s factory Toyota or Honda radio and had me headbanging to many a friend’s dashboard. A band that’s faded into the recesses of time from the turn of the decade from the 70′s to the 80′s. But will always be remembered as some of my happier moments as a clueless, dumbass early teen that had yet to be sullied by the affairs of The Real World.
Lay It On The Line, by Triumph. Enjoy, if you will.
I’ve always had a policy, ever since I started blogging, that my Facebook is for (relatively) family friendly stuff, and the more personal and potentially inflammatory stuff goes here. If it’s really deep, I’ll lock the post and control who has access to it. This is where I vent, where I feel I can do so in relative safety, without starting any family drama.
I know I’ve slagged a few family members here myself. But no personal information is revealed here about anybody, and this blog isn’t advertised to any family members. And I do have a few self-imposed limits, particularly one where I refuse to criticize or advertise any personal issues between my wife & I.
I wish I could teach my adult children to follow these guidelines.
I already related some of the issues in a previous post. Yes Dear & I decided the best thing we could do was support Panda Bear & her new boyfriend in their relationship, wherever it may go, and encourage both to tie up the loose ends with their prior exes without getting overly involved in each other’s issues, so everybody could move on and the drama could (hopefully) be minimized.
Unfortunately, youngest daughter PBJ doesn’t share our views. She still has some issues with her sister & her past behavior. And she’s also friends with the boyfriend’s ex. So she feels like she’s stuck in the middle, which I understand. What I don’t understand is her inability sometimes to consider the consequences of her behavior and actions. She posted an inflammatory reply to her sister’s Thanksgiving greeting, including some personal information that wasn’t meant to be publicly revealed. What followed was 40-plus replies of some of the ugliest vitriol and invective I’ve ever seen posted on FB, mostly from the trash family of Panda Bear’s ex. Of course a couple more family members of ours decided to jump in, including one from me where I pretty much stated that THE SHIT NEEDS TO STOP NOW, before Panda Bear finally got in and killed the thread. I ended up saving a screen shot of the whole affair, due to the fact that some threats were made, in case things continue to escalate outside of FB.
If PBJ was still a minor living in my home, I would’ve dropped the Dad hammer on her and banned her from FB and electronic devices for a while. Unfortunately I don’t have that option, being she’s a 22yo adult and the laptop is hers, bought with her own money that she earned.
But since she’s living in our household, I’m tempted to drop the hammer in some other way. She needs to grow up, understand that her words and actions sometimes affect other people, and take responsibility for them.
And I don’t like drama in my home. From within, from without. From ANYBODY.
So dear readers, let this be my PSA for the day. Follow your grandmother’s advice and say nothing at all if you can’t say anything nice. Particularly on FB. If you gotta vent, start a blog and vent there. Take your best friend for a drive or out for coffee, and vent to them in private.
And if you absolutely can’t resist a shot at someone on FB, that’s why there’s a private message feature. Please use it. Leave the rest of the family out of it.
In short, if you want to be treated like an adult, start acting like a fucking adult.
Okay. I’m done venting.