A New Step Uphill For Riley

Two out of three sons are graduating this year. My middle son, Riley, graduated today, and my oldest son, Ryan graduates tomorrow. That's right- two graduations in two days. Riley is 12 years old, and Ryan is 13. Riley graduated today from the 5Th grade, and tomorrow Ryan graduates from 8Th grade. Ryan is going to high school this fall.

Riley is 'transitioning' from one special needs school for the severe and profound into the next step for his autistic class and the next building for special needs kids that are either too big or too old to continue in the elementary grades for special needs. The 6Th grade reference for next year is simply a chronological date, and has nothing at all to do with Riley's academic standings or his ability to learn. He is simply being passed on down the line, like an auto part being built into a car. What kind of car Riley turns out to be is still unknown, and to some degree remains to be seen by what type of mechanic Riley will get 'to work on him' for the next couple of years.

For the most part, I feel that Riley's time at this special needs facility has been time wasted on the learning curve that I believe Riley can attain. On the other hand, I see the tremendous amount of work that is required from the teachers and teacher's aids in Riley's present 5Th grade class. Not only are there 2 special needs regular teachers, but there are enough 'associate teachers' for every student currently in Riley's class. And there needs to be an associate for every student when they have to deal with such severe and profound disabilities on an every day basis. I know how trying it can be to deal with Riley on a bad day, let alone how difficult it would be to have a class of special needs kids that are all 'having a bad day'. I wouldn't be able to take it for long without some help.

The school had a graduation ceremony all planned out for the graduating students, with music like "Pomp and Circumstance" and the traditional walk across the stage to receive their degrees. The teaching staff did a musical number to the tune of "Somewhere Over The Rainbow", and finally there was a slide show presentation showing daily school activities of all the graduates.

It was during the slide show that I lost it emotionally. Thank goodness that the house lights were turned down. I kept wiping my tears on my sleeve, hoping no one would notice me crying silently. It was just the realization for me that this middle child of mine already had his entire academic/vocational life planned out for him; and he is not even a teen yet!

There wasn't any thoughts of bright promise or how much potential he would develop. There wasn't any wondering whether he would be a doctor or lawyer or such; just a grim outline of his life to come at the pre-vocational special needs school where Riley would be taught how to basically take care of himself in his adult life. It would be tedious and mundane things like brushing his hair and teeth; getting dressed by himself, fixing simple meals for himself from the refrigerator to the microwave. These types of things that are innate for most people would be repeated and repeated until it became a habit for Riley and his four other classmates.

As I sat there and stared blankly up at the stage of 'graduates', and all their visible handicaps and disabilities, a deep, deep sadness washed over me and left me emotionless. Riley stood tall and looked extremely handsome among the other graduates on the stage. Some graduates were in wheel chairs, others had various prostheses and little quirks that belied their disabilities; but not my son. You couldn't tell anything was visibly wrong with Riley for that short time on the stage. Soon, though, Riley put his hands up and covered his ears which put a comfortable spin on the extra loud noise that came across the stage from the other graduates. Riley liked the muffled sound that penetrated his fingers or hands as he held his hands over his ears for an extended period until he felt comfortable with his hands down again.

He waited patiently for the other names to be called, and then when it was time for Riley's name to be called, I made my way quickly up to the stage to walk Riley across it, after he received his diploma. He looked very closely at the shiny gold star that was stamped on his diploma, bending his head way down for the look. It was very cute, and the audience laughed. When Riley turned to walk off the stage with me, the audience applauded like they did for all the graduates. I thought the noise might bother Riley and waited for his hands to shoot up to cover his ears for comfort; but instead Riley's head shot up with a wide grin on his face, and he seemed to bask in the limited limelight of the moment people were clapping for him.

Riley's smile lasted all the way back to his seat. As we watched the slide show, I imagined a very different scenario for Riley's future. A future that included a 'normal' life, filled with bright promise and unlimited potential for Riley, whose life would be stretched out for him like a long journey where his future stands on the far horizon; something to be reached for and attained. I dreamed of the day he would bring home his 'girl'-maybe 'the ONE', and could vaguely imagine the glimpse of adorable grandchildren...

Instead, grim reality set in almost immediately. Riley's future at the pre-vocational special needs school would be laid out like a canal: a defined path with no way out except to pass along from one point to the next smoothly. That's it. Basically spending time in 'school' until he reaches 18 or 21 if I want him to stay in school longer. Huh?

What kind of life plan do all these handicapped kids really deserve? I don't know for sure. But it sure seems that we as a society should be able to do better by these children of God.

20/20 These Children Get Left Behind


Sheila

"I Like 2 Train 'Em, Bring 'Em Up Right..."

A little dab of personal fare..

I have been legally 'single' for the past 2 years, but on my own for much longer, which I prefer. I did my time with 15 years of marriage. But back in the day, I was never want for a date. Blondes just like to have fun. And love doesn't ask to see your ID. I have a penchant for younger men, I'll admit. I like to train 'em, bring them up right.

Then again, my ex-husband was 4 years younger than me, and that didn't work out so well (for him). He was(is) a bad puppy that turned into a real dawg. I should have returned him to the Dawg Pound when he first crapped on the floor. There are some stupid dawgs you just can't teach. You can't fix dumb, to quote some Blue Collar humor.

For nearly the past 15 years, my life has been consumed with raising and loving my children, my three boys. I haven't paid much attention to the dating scene. Recently, I was attending one of the soccer seasons last games with my youngest son playing 'futbol', and my other two sons in tow with me.

My oldest son, Ryan, was playing with his soccer ball on the back side of the goal net in the end zone where I was sitting. I had to keep my eye on him so he wouldn't interfere with the game, and my other eye on Riley, my middle son, so he wouldn't run out on the field like he does sometimes. Finally, half way through the match, Ryan settled down to chasing the balls that flew out of bounds, making himself useful.

While Ryan was off chasing the soccer ball, two toddlers approached me, a small boy and an adorable little girl. They both started talking at once, asking why they hadn't seen me before. I played along with them, and told them I hadn't seen them before. Ryan was running back and forth, chasing balls, while the toddlers kept pelting me with questions. It was amusing.

All of the sudden, I see a mom making a bee line for me and the two toddlers. She came up and demanded to know what her kids were talking to me about. I stammered that we had been exchanging playful dialogue when she ordered the kids back to their seats. This mom stayed though, until her kids where out of earshot across the field. Then she introduced herself, and explained to me that her "ex" was interested in meeting me, as she motioned across the field where most of the parents were seated.

I believe that I was struck dumb- or had a serious blonde moment, as I tried to focus on the line of parents sitting on the side line. Then she asked me: "Are you single?" just as Ryan ran past us, chasing a ball that was out of bounds. My mouth dropped audibly to the ground, and I didn't answer her right away, and Ryan heard her ask me again if I was single. My answer was "I guess I am single!"

Now Ryan is at full alert as she made some small talk, gathering info to take back to her ex. As she began to leave, Ryan could contain himself no longer, and blurted out "Is she a lesbian, Mom?!" "Did she just ask you out?!" "Omg, my Mom just got hit on by a lesbian!"

"Ssshhh-Ryan!!" I whispered to Ryan, still trying to process what had just happened. I have never had a go-between to ask me on a date for some one else before, so this was a new experience for me. I told Ryan that she was hardly a lesbian; she had 3 children, and was pregnant with twins with her current husband. Ryan was not convinced because he plainly heard her ask me if I was single, and saw me giving her info. I explained that she was 'scouting' for her 'ex' (husband) so he could meet me. Somehow this information seemed to shock Ryan even more. Some body wants to date his Mom? Some guy? Who'd have thought that this was worse news?

Now I'm getting totally self-conscious. I didn't have any make up on, and my legs were hairy- thank goodness I had long pants on. Was I sitting on the grassy knoll okay? I couldn't exactly cross my legs without tumbling down the incline, so I sat in a modified Indian seat on the ground.

Then reality hit- hey I don't know this guy- why should I care what he thinks of me? Oh, that darn vanity pops its head up, though. Now I'm nervous as she approaches me with her personal info- would I make the cut? Again, I should be the one to be worrying if he was making the cut. I didn't know his name yet, and I wasn't exactly sure which person he was when she motioned to her 'ex'.

As we were exchanging pertinent date information, I found out his name was 'Tommy', and he is the totally bald guy that I have noticed lurking around me at the other soccer meets. I'll admit that I was looking at this guy, but only to make out his motives. So I asked his ex, Beth, if he was bald by choice or some other reason. She answered "choice, but his hairline is receding." Okay. He strongly resembles Vin Diesel.

Beth also informed me that 'Tommy' likes 'older women' because younger women are just too stupid. She was trying to figure out how old I was, and I'm not prone to giving out my age to strangers. So I asked her how old she was, and she answered that she was 27. Okay. I replied "I'm older." Then I switched the subject to our kids, and we conversed until the end of the match. She seemed nice enough.

Now the end of the spring soccer season is drawing near- and that is one reason I haven't been able to blog as much lately. Between my two sons that play soccer, we had 6 soccer matches in 5 days, starting May 15 thru May 19.

On Saturday, I had to run between two soccer fields with Ryan and Danny. Tyler is Tommy and Beth's son, on Danny's soccer team. Danny likes Tyler and his family lives not too far from our house, about 2 neighborhoods away. I got Danny's game time mixed up, and we arrived at the soccer complex about 1 1/2 hours early. We waited, and just as I was about to leave, Beth shows up with her hubby and kids for the soccer game. None of the fields were open, though, so she called Tommy to get the coaches phone number to find out what time and which field that Northwest Soccer was playing on. As she was talking to Tommy, she told him that I was there, and she told me that he was still at work, and wouldn't be able to make it on Saturday to the soccer game.

Other players and families from Northwest Soccer began straggling into the complex, and we tried to figure out which field we were to play on. It was a gorgeous day, and I wanted to drink in the rays of sun. Unfortunately, I had to go pick up Ryan from his game, and spent a lot of time driving in the car, instead of catching rays and watching soccer, which I love to do.

I took Tyler and his brother with my three sons to the playground area after their soccer game so they could play awhile in the sun. All the boys had fun playing on the equipment near the water, including the look-out tower with a telescope. On the way home, I started pumping Tyler for info on his father. It was like taking candy from a kid. I found out that his dad, Tommy, was 28 years old. His dad went to my Alma mater high school, which is Roosevelt High School. The only problem is that I am 49 to his 28 years, and he wasn't even a glint in his father's eye when I was in high school.

I think he is a Democrat, too, which is good. Tyler told me his dad is a Presbyterian. Yes, I like younger men, but is this robbing the cradle? If I was a guy, there wouldn't be any problem. But I haven't been faced with such a huge age discrepancy before in dating. Do I tell him how old I am? Wait for him to ask me? Lie about my age? I dunno.

Ryan is totally impressed that his ol' Mom can still attract young fellers ;0) I wonder what the stats on May-December relationships are with older women? I don't to put the cart before the horse, though...

My old stand-by line is "I always act immature to look young." But I know I'm going to feel like holding Tommy's hand when we walk across the street!

20/20 I promise an update on this developing saga.

Rash

I Can't Believe This is America-Land of the Free

Recently the brutal beatings of three black men in Philadelphia has been splashed all over TV and the Web for America to view our "police work" in action. While this brutal attack on our civil liberties and 'domestic violence' occurs every day, with all races, it is still shocking to see and still a terrible tragedy. What struck me the most though, is the mother of one of the black men that was beaten so severely chose to speak out recently. One line that she uttered in her dismay and contempt for the police actions displayed in the USA was "In this country, you are innocent until proven guilty, and the police should not be excused for their behavior....."

I thought about that particular phrase 'innocent until proven guilty' and my first visceral reaction was to myself that hasn't been the case in America for decades. That poor naive woman.

I remembered a time not so long ago when I thought the very same thing: 'innocent until proven guilty'. It had to be true; that's what they taught us in school, right? Wrong.

Reality and the court system have absolutely nothing in common. The US court system is the biggest dog & pony show, complete with smoking mirrors and smoking guns that it would make Barnum blush like a school girl. The 'suckers' are the people who expect any kind of law or justice to prevail in the current tangled web of lies and broken justice scales that passes for "court system" in this country.

I have procured a number of attorneys to 'represent' my interests, enforce the various rulings of the courts, and to fight for some form of justice to prevail for nearly the past decade. Boy, have I been sorely disillusioned and coerced, to name just a few. But never have I been 'represented' by an attorney yet. In the same number of years, I have had the service of 9 practicing attorneys. I have never seen more deception, lies and corruption widely spread except in the Republican party.

On May 6, Tuesday of this week, my 'Volunteer' attorney, from the Volunteer Lawyer Project of the Polk County Bar, threw me under the bus. In a nutshell, he not only lied to me about the services he would perform, but he wasted 10 months of valuable time for me. This at least the third time this has happened to me regarding "my" attorney(s). In all cases, the ones most profoundly affected and ultimately hurt by this 'family' law attorney were(are) my children.

Just for starters, my ex husband has been liberally committing felonies. Now I'm no lawyer (Praise the Lord), but I was under the silly assumption that lawyer kinda sorta meant "one whose profession is advising/representing others in matters of law".

Brad Ex is not paying enough child support. He never pays on time. He is behind on child support. He has at least 5 bank accounts, a 401k, stock, high credit- you name it. He only pays child support on half of his income. He refuses to follow what the Divorce Decree mandated that he follow. I could go on and on. Brad Ex IS a Deadbeat Dad.

Because my attorney was a 'volunteer' lawyer, the unwritten agreement is that he would handle all the legal proceedings, and I would do all the "leg work". The written agreement, however, clearly states that the 'volunteer attorney' is to treat his client just like any other client, and perform the duties and services of a paying client. Here's where the rub occurs in reality.

I was perfectly fine doing all the leg work. I am a tenacious fact collector by nature. I have everything documented- hence I like to write- duh. I am good at getting information, and being able to prove facts that I find.

For the past 5 years, and very aggressively for the past 10 months, I have been preparing my case against Brad Ex, my ex husband. I crossed all the T's and dotted all the i's. For the same amount of time, Brad Ex has been duly ignoring any court rulings against him, openly defying judges, and continuously lying in/out of court. He is a psychopath(diagnosed), and a pathological liar(as court reported by my 1st divorce attorney). I may not know all the horrible things that he has been doing for the past 16 years, but I do keep finding an awfully lot of his illegal activity.

It is pretty easy to pick out the lies in open court when you have the previous rulings in front of you, and he openly accuses me, my attorney and the Judge of "lying" to try to "get him" in contempt. And since I'm usually the "petitioner", I get to go first to testify in court with the (mostly) contempt charges. This court procedure, however, leaves the door wide open for Brad Ex to completely contradict everything I just testified to before him. Then the Judge is put on the spot to decide who is telling the truth.

BUT, and this is a big BUT, this is where I thought that documentation, witnesses etc. come in to play with the attorney that is supposed to be "representing' your interests. Every single time my attorney has a chance to nail Brad Ex to the wall by his balls with the truth, my attorney suddenly becomes impotent- no matter what the actual gender of my attorney is. Brad Ex is simply a blow-hard adult BULLY who continuously breaks the law. Why can't people who went to Law School bring him down with the truth??!! That's all I'm asking. Let the truth prevail.

After the Judge rules like Brad Ex and I are on an even keel is just a tad bit tardy to be bringing up the documentation that proves Brad Ex is lying, doncha thunk? This is the kinda shit that all my attorneys have been routinely doing. Another bad law practice is that MY attorneys have been listening to Brad Ex, who is a pathological liar, and then Brad Ex cast doubt about me telling the truth. Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't MY attorneys supposed to represent ME, especially if I can PROVE what Brad Ex is saying is a lie??!!

Besides Brad Ex's habit of lying all the time, he has never followed ONE SINGLE DEADLINE that the court has imposed on him. For FIVE YEARS!! Not one. Isn't this 'contempt of court'??
And the lack of any punishment or consequences for his actions only serves to encourage his illegal behaviours.

After this horrendous bad behaviour from Brad Ex for the past 5 years, now comes this Judge Bitch to rule against me, even though it is Brad Ex that is not following anything on the Decree, or Judges orders, and she gives me less than 3 weeks to comply with the installation of the washer and dryer- which is pretty much a physical impossibility for me to do- but with a new ruling twist- I will be found in contempt of court if I DON'T FOLLOW THE COURT'S DEADLINE. WTF??!!

Brad Ex gets to disobey 5 effing YEARS of court rulings and deadlines(with absolutely NO punishments whatsoever; and this last court deadline was by March 31, 2008 Brad Ex was to have the washer/dryer installed and working, and it wasn't even mentioned by Judge Bitch on April 28th, 2008!!)but I get less than 3 weeks to comply with a physically impossible order. Not to mention that Brad Ex never got an estimate until April 28th, 2008. What would YOU do?

Now we come full circle. The lack of justice that prevails in the street with the 'police' beating innocent people, clear up to the court system that won't work for honest people who are simply trying to follow the law, permeates the American system to no end.

I don't see how we can change such a huge monster that is out of control as the US court system. I don't have the answers; but I know it has to work to keep innocent people free, and free from harm to keep the America I know.

20/20 All We Have Left Is HOPE

Sheila

The U.S. Court System Sucks Fart Wind

I cannot believe what goes on in the court room today that passes for 'law'. Truth and facts matter not. The hijinks and the biggest whoppers win out. At least that has been MY experience with courts for the past 7 years. I'm sick and tired of the shit that courts dish out; especially when they try to feed it to me on a ruling spoon. This most recent 'ruling' turd is the most disgusting to swallow.

I followed all the 'rules': I thought if you told the truth, documented everything factual, had witnesses, and an attorney that generally you would most likely receive a fair judgement.

Boy, was I completely wrong. Brad, the ex, has made a complete mockery of the judicial system, openly deceived every contempt hearing, brazenly refused to follow a modicum of mandates on the Divorce Decree, and yet he has come out the winner in 8 or 9 of the contempt filings. Jees- I'd have been thrown in jail and they would have thrown away the key if I were to have done half the shit that Brad Ex has pulled off without a hitch.

Let's recap quickly:

I filed for Divorce - He fought it all the way.
I had to get an attorney - He went to trial without an attorney present.
I told the truth - He lies like a rug
I had everything documented - he didn't have scrap paper
I have a clean record - he has a record about the length of his arm- and his knuckles drag
I have full custody - He doesn't exercise visitation
I just want the pain and abuse to stop- He will do anything to cause pain-he doesn't care who he hurts, including his own children.
I care about my kids schools, health and Spiritual growth- He doesn't give a crap- won't buy kids shoes, food or clothing.

During the Divorce trial, Brad Ex refused to answer any questions beyond his name and address from my attorney. Then he refused to answer any questions from the Judge. Isn't this the definition of contempt of court??!! And this after I spent 2 days testifying and answering all his ridiculous questions. The Judge got angry, and decided to "rule from the bench".

Now, to anybody that's new to the court system, I can tell you for sure that you do NOT want to hear those words come out of the Judge's mouth. Trust me. Especially when you are dealing with children, property and people's lives. Due to my total compliance of the court 'rules' so far, and the fact that Brad Ex was (is) such a dickhead in the court room, I figured erroneously that I might have a good chance of coming out on top.

The only complaint that I had at the time was that the divorce proceedings were cut short due to his little "I dunno" trick (which lasted for 45 minutes, including the Judges attempt to get him to answer how much money he made, etc.), which then left me without time for any rebuttal of his lies that he pushed the other two days. This deletion of fact correcting would prove to be almost fatal to me in the final Decree.

The long and short of it is that basically Brad Ex got all the money; and I got my children(yay!), and a crappy, run-down old house. Brad Ex was supposed to pay all the bills as 'alimony'- but that never quite panned out- and he still refuses to fulfill his 'alimony' obligation.

I got zip for monetary assets. Big, fat goose egg.

The one thing that did manage to outrage the Divorce Judge was the fact that for the past 10 years, I have had to take 3 boys under ten years(2 special needs kids, too) old to the laundry mat and wash 300 pounds (I weighed it-several times) of dirty boy clothes. The Judge said that this was absolutely horrendous to expect me to go to such lengths to try to keep the kids in clean clothes. Not to mention the horrendous cost of doing laundry each week.

So he ordered Brad Ex to use half of his $3200 income tax refund check(which he forged my name on the filing), and purchase 'reputable' washing machine and dryer- the "type you would want for yourself- NOT some machines that you'd find on a street corner that somebody had discarded". I burst into tears in the court room out of relief that I would finally get something out of the horrible 15 years that I had to put up with black eyes, and broken bones, et al abuse.

Of course, Brad immediately broke out in protest. He had 9 or 10 excuses right away why he shouldn't have to get his family a washer and dryer- not to mention that he had broken BOTH
machines in a fit of rage 10 years ago. The Judge admonished Brad Ex, and told him that he had to pay for and install all things needed to make the washer/dryer that he purchased with $1600 to be convenient and working wherever I wanted the machines in the house.

Brad wanted the machines down in the basement, just to be an asshole. I have disabilities that make the basement an impossibility. The Judge had to remind Brad Ex that it was my decision.

Fast forward to this week in court. Brad was found in default back in February of THIS year, 2008, for not getting the washer/dryer purchased and installed by June 16th, 2006, as the original Decree stated. He should have been found in contempt of court back in February.

The Judge in February said that I was being unreasonable because I wanted the washer/dryer installed in the LAUNDRY ROOM. Except that this room needs a floor put in it. All other utilities are snubbed into this area already. I had an estimate for $4,000 for this room to be ready to do laundry. But Brad Ex baulked at his responsibility, and lied, of course to the Judge, claiming that I wouldn't let him in the house to get estimates, etc. Brad had never had any intention of purchasing nor installing the washer/dryer. He doesn't give a crap. But the Judge tried to be 'fair'(?) with Brad, and give him the benefit of the doubt(?). So he ruled in February that we each had to get an independent estimate, and then the lower of the two would be used, and this had to be completed by March 31, 2008.

See, this is what I don't get- I got my estimate completed by February 28, 2008. Brad Ex had several plumbers call, make appointments, then NEVER show up. I immediately smelled his rat- a simple plan so Brad Ex could claim that I wouldn't let his plumbers in the house. So I began documenting when the plumber's called, and when they didn't show up- I let my attorney know immediately whenever I received a call, so I could document "no-shows".

Then, after a month of this new bullshit from Brad Ex, one plumber's son finally showed up to do the estimate work up. He walked around as he chewed his tobbacky, and dropped a few "F" bombs, and then he agreed with me that the best place to install a washer/dryer WAS IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM. I messed up royally by showing him the other estimate that I had gotten.He told me he'd get back to me in a day or two.

Well, he never got back to me- even after he made several more appointments to "come back and get 'measurements'- which I thought was strange that he didn't take any measurements when he came out the first time.

Then the March 31st deadline came and passed- and still no estimate. So my attorney prepares a contempt application AGAIN. The first week in APRIL, the original plumber (the dad), comes out to get 'measurements' . Turns out that Brad Ex sent him out to check the cleanliness of my house- after all three boys and myself had just gotten over a severe bout of Strep. And we DON'T HAVE A WASHER/DRYER (DUH), SO there was laundry everywhere.

This week in court did it matter that Brad Ex didn't follow the original Decree TWO EFFING YEARS AGO TO GET THE WASHER/DRYER INSTALLED?? Did it matter that Brad Ex didn't have HIS ESTIMATE turned in by the court-imposed DEADLINE?? Did it matter that the estimate he managed to bring to court on APRIL 28TH, 2008 was INCOMPLETE and HALF-PRICED?? Did it matter that Brad Ex is ALWAYS LATE TO COURT- IF HE SHOWS UP AT ALL?? Did it matter to the court that he totally disregards whatever the previous Judge orders, and told this Judge he could purchase a pair, washer/dryer for $200, even though he was court-ordered to pay $1600 for the pair by Judge Stovall?? Did it matter that because Brad Ex insisted on NOT PUTTING THE MACHINES IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, and thus I had to get an estimate to have the machines put in the SOLARIUM, WHICH IS CURRENTLY BEING USED AS THE PLAY ROOM FOR THE BOYS, that there would be costs involved in moving the heavy furniture in the playroom- like a PIANO, DESK, CONSOLE TV, LOVE SEAT, ECT., and that these costs would be included on the estimates- including HIS OWN EFFING ESTIMATE??!!

NO.NO.NO.NO.NO.NO.AND NO.

Nothing mattered to this stupid bitch of a Judge except that she didn't want to be caught in the firestorm, and she preferred Brad Ex's LOUD lies to the documented truth. I still can't believe it.

She acted like it was MY fault that Brad didn't do what the court ordered him to do TWO F*&CKING YEARS AGO!!

She screamed at me that since I had 2 YEARS to get the stuff moved out of the playroom, there was no need to have to pay for the stuff to be moved, and that Brad Ex was "not required" to pay to have the PLAYROOM made into a LAUNDRY ROOM. HE SURE F%^CKING WAS ORDERED TO "DO WHATEVER IT TAKES" TO GET WASHER/DRYER INSTALLED AND WORKING IN JUNE, 2006. "IT'S CHEAPER THAN A NEW HOUSE" JUDGE STOVALL SAID.

Then her Honor told me to "quit delaying" (WTF??!), and that I HAD UNTIL MAY 23 TO GET THE MACHINES (THAT BRAD HAS NOT PURCHASED YET) IN THE PLAYROOM.
I was totally astonished. Don't Judges HAVE to be able to READ??!!.

My attorney began to protest the outrageousness of her decree, and so did I. Brad was belly achin' about getting the machines for $200 when she yelled for order in the court. She told Brad that the $800 'allowance' on the ESTIMATE(NOT DECREE!) was adequate amount to purchase a pair of washer/dryer- but she didn't rule out his $200 bid. She only warned the idiot Ex that "we'd be right back in court" IF he doesn't get machines that can handle heavy loads for the boys laundry. Brad only smiled softly. THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT BRAD WANTED- get cheap machines, another court date, another year long delay- he could manage that.

THAT F*CKER OUGHT TO BE THROWN IN JAIL FOR HIS 8TH CONTEMPT OF COURT ACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

HOW MANY CHANCES WOULD YOU OR I GET IN CONTEMPT PROCEEDINGS THAT HAVE BEEN AGAINST THE SAME PERSON AND LASTED NEARLY 3 YEARS??!!

I told Judge Bitch that I was NOT ABLE to do the heavy lifting required to make the playroom into a laundry room, and how could she order me to do something that I'm physically not able to do!!

Do you know what the Bitch had to say to me?? She ordered me to "Get help" to move the furniture. How did the sole thing that Brad Ex was ordered to provide and get working suddenly fall in my broke lap to do??

All Brad had to say- NO DOCUMENTATION, NO NOTHING- just spit the lies out of his pie hole- was that "she wouldn't let the plumber in AND I can't afford to pay for the "area clean up" in the amount of $500." That's all he had to do to get out of his responsibility.

I don't have a job where I get paid- being the single parent of 3 boys. the Decree clearly states that I should not have a job outside the home in order to care for my 2 special needs children. I have major disabilities, including Fibromyalgia.

Brad Ex makes close to 100k/year. He has a 401k. He has ALL THE MONEY. He only pays child support on $50,000- more of his lies in action.

Then after all his braying and hee-haws about how much money HE DIDN'T HAVE(Ha!) to purchase the machines, and he couldn't cover the cost of changing the playroom into a laundry room, the Judge Bitch asked Brad Ex "how do you plan to pay the $2000 for the plumber?"

Brad's answer: "I'll write a check,".

Did it matter that Brad Ex's Estimate was only FOR HALF THE WORK ?? NO. WHO IS GONNA PAY FOR THE OTHER HALF OF THE WORK TO GET DONE, YOU STUPID BITCH JUDGE??? BRAD WON'T DO WHAT HE IS COURT-ORDERED TO DO, much less what is the right thing to do by his children, etc.

20/20 I Can't Take It Anymore

Brash, Rash & Trash