10 Things I’ve Never Told You & You Probably Don’t Care! Ha!

I’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block the last few weeks. I don’t have an explanation for that other than I’ve just had my mind elsewhere. I’ve been crocheting like a mad-woman and that has taken up a LOT of my time! I will have a WIP (Work-In-Progress) to share, possibly tomorrow. Other than that, my pain level prevents me from doing much of anything. I’ve started my Christmas list already and have a few things (WIPs) in the making or finished.

I know I need to work on my novel (Spike) and I still have much to say in my Ex-Files series, but I’m just…I don’t know. I have no motivation at the moment to write, I guess. I’m trying to kick my own butt into gear, though, and decided it was time for a post about me (ugh, how boring!) and I came up with a few things about me that I may have never mentioned before. So, here goes nothing…

  • I used to be able to pick up a wet bar of soap in the shower with only my toes. Weird, huh?

  • When I was in my 20’s I could very easily do an awesome impression of Robert Plant. I didn’t look like him, but I sure as hell could sound like him! Everyone was so amazed that I was constantly asked to ‘perform’ at parties.

  • When I was around 16 years old, I took photos of photos in magazines of rock stars on stage and had them printed so that I could pass them off as my own concert photos! Shame on me!

  • My favorite shows when I was in Elementary School were H.R. Pufnstuf, Lost in Space, Gilligan’s Island, Dark Shadows, The Monkees, and The Partridge Family.

  • My mom smacked me in the face once when I was about 8. I will never forget it. She had brought a dog home that an old man was trying to find a home for. He couldn’t keep the dog in his new apartment. He was a big Dalmation-looking dog and his name was Zero. He was a very calm and loving dog. My dad wouldn’t let us keep him and it was very upsetting to my little 8-year-old self and I was hysterical (as my mom called it) so she slapped me across the face.

  • Once a wasp literally ran into my face while buzzing through the house and stung the shit out of me. My left cheek was swollen for days! I made up a multitude of swear words because it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!

  • I skipped half of my Senior year of high school and still passed my classes and graduated with my classmates. When asked by my counselor how I managed to pass, I told him, “I did all the work I missed, any homework assigned, and I turned in some extra credit assignments. I’m not an idiot, you know.” He was amazed! I was bored with my classes and couldn’t care less about sitting there for 45 minutes, each class, day after day after day!

  • One of my ex’s aunts had a lazy eye and she made me nervous because there were times I couldn’t tell if she was talking to me or someone else! I eventually got used to it and I learned which eye was ‘talking’ to me.

  • I have a 6-pack of Coca-Cola Classic from the 1996 Summer Olympics in Atlanta, GA. This was back when sodas were still put in glass bottles. I wonder if it’s still good to drink?

  • When I worked as a CNA/CMT in a Nursing Home, an elderly woman slugged me in the right ear. She was a BIG woman, with a powerful punch. It hurt like a you-know-what and I may have said a few swear words to keep myself from punching her in the face. I knew that wouldn’t be the right thing to do, but it sure would have given me some satisfaction!

 

So, there you have it. A few more boring things about me that you really didn’t care to know. Haha. It’s funny the things you start remembering when you put your mind to it.

The Ex-Files – Child Support

When we first moved here to SW Missouri, I was on State Aid. When my youngest child started school, I entered the work force. I was on State Aid for about 3 years. After a few months of moving here, I was called in to interview with Child Services regarding the collection of Child Support from my ex. The State of Missouri wanted to recoup what they were sending me each month, rightly so.

A few years later I was sent for another interview in a different town, for the same reason. They hadn’t collected a penny from my ex but not for the reason I thought.

A few years later, I was called in again, in yet a different town for the same damn reason. I asked why, since this was 3rd time I had to go through this process. I was told that there were too many cases and my case had never even been touched. It had been 10 years since we moved out here at that point! This time, the case was handled by a local Family Law attorney. It was handled quite quickly this time but I didn’t know this until one afternoon when the phone rang.

I was outside washing my car when my daughter brought the phone out to me. I asked her who it was and she said, “I don’t know. Some guy.” It was my ex, her father. Imagine a man who supposedly loved his children so much that he couldn’t even say hello to his daughter and ask her how she was, or even tell her who he was! But I digress. He had quite the nerve calling me since I hadn’t heard from him in years. The conversation went something like this:

The first thing out of his mouth was, “You made your point. Can we work something out, please?”

I knew right away who it was and I asked, “What are you talking about?” At this point, I had no idea the state had even caught up to him yet.

“The state of Missouri wants Child Support that I can’t afford. Can we work something out?” He almost begged.

“I didn’t initiate this. The State did. It’s out of my hands. I don’t know what you expect me to do. If you’ve got a court order to pay that amount then making arrangements otherwise isn’t going to negate the order.” I explained.

He emphasized, “I can’t afford to pay this much.” I could almost see his face when he spoke. I had no idea how much the state was asking because I hadn’t even received any paperwork yet.

I told him, “You should have thought about that before…perhaps 10 years ago? If you had been making an effort to support your kids I would have reported that and the amount wouldn’t be so high. Now there are arrears to pay plus regular monthly payments.”

He said, “I’m going to lose my truck and then I won’t be able to get to work.”

“Not my problem,” I snapped.

“It will be when you don’t get your damn Child Support,” he snapped back.

I said, “No, that will still be your problem. Not mine.”

He continued to try to persuade me, “I have two $100,000 Life Insurance policies and the kids are the beneficiaries. I’m going to lose those, too.”

I said, “Still not my problem. You’ve made your own bed here. I can’t do a damn thing about it.” That’s when I hung up.

I know this man well enough to know that he did NOT have any insurance policies of which the kids were the beneficiaries, let alone for $100,000 each. He had accused me so many times about being “all about the money” as he put it. He thought the mention of a high dollar amount would sway me! I have never been one of those women who think only about money! Yes, money was a big problem in our relationship because we didn’t have enough to live! But if I was “all about the money” I would have never even dated him in the first place!

And the fact that he couldn’t afford to pay Child Support was absurd. When I received the paperwork from the state, they had listed his income. He was a truck driver and made good money. When we left him in California, he was making about $900 every 2 weeks and he was making even more at the time of this court order….more than double that amount, in fact. With arrears, the order was for $900some dollars per month. High? Yes, but his own damn fault.

Did he ever pay the Child Support? Well, yes and no.

About 2 or 3 weeks later I received from him, a document that he hired a paralegal to draw up, demanding that I pay for his court costs because he had to go to court in order to get his Child Support reduced to a lesser amount. The legal terms here escape me because it’s been a long time, so forgive the layman speak! I was in total disbelief! How the hell was I supposed to pay his court costs when I wasn’t getting any Child Support? I wasn’t even working at that point because I had started my own home business. I made some calls and was given the mailing address of someone (can’t remember exactly who now) and I sat down and wrote a nice, to the point letter. I explained the situation and said that I had no objections to him receiving a reduced Child Support payment. (I really didn’t want anything from him anyway, so I didn’t care.) I also made sure they knew MY living situation and that I was in no way financially able to pay his court costs.

Not long after that letter went out in the mail, I received a phone call from the person I sent the letter to. She told me, “There’s no judge in his or her right mind who would make you pay for his court costs, so don’t even worry about that.” I was sure glad that was settled!

He had to pay his own court costs and he got his payments reduced to an amount I can’t recall now but he didn’t pay it willingly. His wages were eventually garnished, and I started getting $334 in two payments per month.  He lost his job after a while because “his boss didn’t like the paperwork he had to go through to have wages garnished.” That’s the story his mother told me when she called me. Yep. You read that right. She called on his behalf. I’m sure he put her up to it. That’s the story he gave her. I don’t hold it against her though. He is her son, after all.

 

The Ex-Files – Stymied By The ABC’s

My ex always tried to make ME look dumb. He questioned everything I said, laughed when I voiced my opinion and made fun of things I said.

One time he laughed and made fun of me for saying the word “worsh” instead of “wash.” I have never in my life said “worsh” so he just heard what he wanted to hear. There was no arguing with him; he was right and I was wrong.

Once I had told him about an “obnoxious boy” in the classroom I worked in. He wanted to know what I meant by “obnoxious” and when I proceeded to tell him, he accused me of making up the word! Again, no arguing with him.

It seemed to be one thing after another. I’ll be damned if I can recall everything at the moment. I learned early on to block things out. I wonder if I hadn’t blocked things out if I would’ve stayed with him as long as I did? But I digress.

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I do remember some of the words CP used and the way he said them, and GOD FORBID if anyone ever corrected him! He thought he was so smart but yet, I doubt he even knew how to use a dictionary or thesaurus. Actually, I don’t know if he even knew how to alphabetize. I remember telling him about a 5th grade boy I had been working with who was having a hard time mastering alphabetical order. I was trying to find an easy way to help him better understand. CP said, “It isn’t rocket science, so what was is it he doesn’t get?” I went on to explain that the boy understood how but it was groups of words that started with the same letter that had him stymied. (OMG another word I had to explain the meaning of and yet another word I was accused of making up!) “What do you mean, starts with the same letter?” CP asked. I ended up having to explain what I meant and he had some words of wisdom that I can’t recall but it was obvious to me that he had no idea what I was talking about. (Where the hell do we find these mentally and intellectually dysfunctional men, anyway?)

CP often used words that had silent letters which HE pronounced. Case in point: Miscellaneous – which he pronounced with a “k” in place of the letter “c”. I mentioned to him once that the “c” was silent and he insisted it was not and that I should look it up in the dictionary. I would have if we had had a dictionary in the house at that time. He knew we didn’t have one so, there ya go. 

I’m not perfect and I’m sure I make spelling and grammar errors, but I make a conscious effort to do it right. I use Grammarly for such things but it doesn’t always catch everything. I certainly don’t use words when speaking unless I know how to pronounce them and what they mean. I try. I admit when I’m wrong. Him? Not a chance.

There were so many words CP pronounced incorrectly or just plain didn’t use properly. Let me give you a list of some of the words I can remember and the way he pronounced them:

  • Miscellaneous – misKellaneous
  • Muscle – musKle (Seriously!)
  • Scissors – sKizzors (I kid you not!)
  • Equipment – equipTment (Because “equipped” sounds like it has a “t” in it?)
  • Athlete – athelete (extra syllable)
  • Escape – eXcape
  • Etcetera – eXcetera
  • Height – heighTH
  • Regardless – irregardless (The “ir” is redundant.)
  • Library – libary (Little kids often say this word incorrectly – they’re just kids!)
  • Pronunciation – proNOUNciation
  • Supposedly – supposably (A real word but does not mean the same thing as “supposedly.”)
  • Scenario – sKenario
  • Subtle – suBtle (He pronounces the “B”)
  • Discipline – disKipline
  • Oscillate – osKillate
  • Scintillating – sKintillating

Over the years CP and I were together I would learn of many words he didn’t know the meaning of such as oblivion, quintessential, ogle, peevish, finagle, and faux pas, to name but a few.

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Boy, Grammarly left all kinds of red marks all over this list! Haha! CP sure as hell shouldn’t have been making fun of me or questioning MY grammar or pronunciation! Do you know someone who pronounces or uses words incorrectly? Wouldn’t you just love to kick them?

The Grass Is Always Greener…

I’m a city girl, or I used to be anyway. I was born and raised in California and spent my childhood from age 6 in a busy, but not too populated town called Lodi. I think the population back then was around 30,000. By the time I left, in 1992, it had grown to around 75,000 people. It must be well over 100,000 by now.

Even though I was raised in a city, I learned where milk, eggs, steak, bacon, and fried chicken came from. Some kids don’t learn that, believe it or not. Anyway, I left that wonderful little city and so many great memories behind – also some not-so-great memories with the ex – and moved to southwest Missouri to be with my Dad. I wasn’t sure what to expect because I had never lived in that part of the country before or in such a rural location, and was never around farm animals.

Our house sits on 20 acres or so, with neighbors who are at least 1/4 mile away. (I love that about being here!!) The neighbors have cows on their property that borders ours. There are cows across the road much of the year. There are cows right to the left of us, too. You can hear cows giving birth and you can hear them mooing their damn-fool heads off at various times of the day. I’ve grown used to it after about 25 years!

But in the beginning, I thought how the hell am I supposed to get used to this? One morning, a mooing woke me up around 8am. I remember thinking it was awfully loud. In fact, it sounded like it was right outside my bedroom window. I just figured I was so fast asleep and it was so quiet that the sudden noise sounded much closer than it was.

I was wrong. I rolled over and opened my eyes. My eyes caught a movement by the window and to my surprise, I caught the rear end of a cow as it waltzed by. It let out another loud moo. See, it sounded close because it WAS close! I jumped out of bed and ran to the front door. There were several cows in our beautifully groomed yard. Now there was cow shit and big hoof marks in the damp lawn. Great, just great. I woke Dad up and he called the neighbors to let them know their bovine had just escaped. Apparently, they seized the opportunity to eat OUR grass, because it was greener!

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We got dressed quickly and went outside to make sure these silly beef patties would stay in the yard and not get slaughtered in the busy road. The neighbors came quickly and started calling for their roast beasts to come to them. The cows knew the voice of their owners because each cow went toward the gate where our neighbors were calling from. That is, except one cow. It started to follow the others but as soon as it saw its owner, it turned around and ran. Just so happens I was right behind that giant meatloaf! It looked me in the eye as it ran toward me and being a city girl, all I could think to do was RUN! I thought, Sweet Jesus I hope I can outrun a cow! I ran like the devil was after me!

The neighbors laughed, and even though I was embarrassed, I laughed too! In my defense, how was I supposed to know what that silly cow was going to do?

Throwback Thursday #TBT

Last year, I told the story of a true to life Leroy Brown in my family. You can read about him here: Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Let me know what you think! Is there someone in your family with the name of a celebrity or song character? Do tell!