Dear Blogdom ~

Holy Mother of Hell! No sooner do I get emancipated from one burden, than another comes up! Go figure. Must be this life in this purgatory hell called Appalachia.

Yes on January 4, 2010, Griszelda Mess was arrested; the cops say because she had her almost 4 year old out at 11:30ish/midnight at night in the winter cold, dressed inappropriately, and they said she was trying to elicit money from sympathetic passers-by. Really? Hell's fire. Why am I not surprised? Well, because both her and hubby have both become experts at conniving others for money to include stealing from their own family. It seems that her hubby, Lord Spoiled, was thrown in jail hours earlier on a handicapped parking ticket that he chose to ignore for months on end, to include not appearing in court for said ticket, so obviously the warrant for his arrest was accomplished. Griszelda says she was trying to elicit money to bail him out. I don't know what the hell for? He's useless. He's been married to my daughter for nearly 3 years, unable to hold a job for any length of time, and was living with his mommy for the last year and a half, and has failed to secure living conditions for his wife and children.

Both Lord Spoiled and Griszelda Mess had been fairly erratic in their behaviors before this incident occurred, with Griszelda wanting to take off with the kids out of town, all perhaps a ploy for money for drugs and/or to pay off checks they wrote illegally off Mother-In-Law's account to avoid prosecution. MIL paid off checks Lord Spoiled wrote, even paying off checks he had written off his former employer's account, a state university, a job from which he was fired. On the particular weekend in question, Griszelda Mess got a room paid for by some social organization at a local motel, telling them she was homeless, and took the kids and left walking from MIL's house with Lord Spoiled taking his sweet time in going after her because of the cold weather. They were both in cahoots with one another, no doubt; if not, who would believe either of them at this point considering all we've been through.

The police called Social Services, and the 4-year-old was released to his paternal grandparents custody the next day, which is where they all lived anyway; now she nor hubby have custody of their two children and will have to jump through hoops to get them back. I am all for both of them getting their shit together before they get the kids back. God knows its been a worry for a while. However, Social Services is trying to allege that she had her son out in cold weather and he was inappropriately dressed therefore constituting neglect. A hearing on a neglect charge is coming up. While being barraged by the police at the scene, she was asked if she were on drugs, she said, no, but admitted to a history of drug use. She was not booked in on a drug charge, nor tested for drugs at the time of her arrest. However, supposedly found drug paraphernalia in that motel room where she both children had been staying. Hubby was also in that room all night. Currently he is on probation for a drug charge himself. What a pair those two, both 30 years of age! Unfrickin believable isn't it?

I bailed Griszelda Mess out after a week of letting her rot in there, as it was obvious that unemployed and useless Lord Spoiled was not going to do so, and I saw that Griszelda had hit rock-bottom, and needed a chance to turn her life around. This marriage of theirs is a codependency issue and I wished they would just divorce. I have been told they are separating, but have yet to see it. She would be so much better off. I am hopeful that she will turn things around; however I wished Lord Spoiled would leave her alone. Within two weeks, she got a job, and has a 3-bedroom apartment, and has passed a drug test. Lord Spoiled has done absolutely nothing, he just hangs on her coat-tail.

and there is more to this story ... stay tuned.



"Look, Your Majesty, try to keep your bank account in check with those two running loose!"

Dear Blogdom ~


Is there any shit news in the Kingdom?! You can bet your sweet ass some things never change here in Urbappalchia.

Yours Truly is sooooo bored here lately and with cold weather coming and the thoughts of being homebound...

even diarrhea would be a welcomed relief!

I am a constipated bitch they tell me!

If I could summon others to action to include this lazy-assed colon, I would be tickled shitless.

As circumstances have befallen Your Queen, not only have I become poorer but I have also been without transportation for a few months now. I truly don't know when my wayward vehicle will returns itself to the palace! If it doesn't return on its own accord there is probably a fat chance in hell that it be home anytime soon! Sometimes things go off to die, even car engines, but we can say thanks to Miss Golden Hair Psychotic Surprise! Just another present left for me in her aftermath of reckless behaviors!

How are Lord Spoiled and Griszelda Mess? Let's just say if I don't get a call from the school telling me that Little Queenie needs picked up as they are unable to locate a parent, and a trip from Social Services might be forthcoming, I'm thrilled. I do think they are not off the bandwagon yet, and it seems that even a Deputy Sheriff did a search of the premises at Mother-In-Laws here a couple of weeks back due to a bogus complaint of drug use?

Yes, some things never change. Will Griszelda Mess and Lord Spoiled ever learn to function normally and get a life outside the walls of Mother-In-Law's home?

Tune in next year. Same time. Same channel.

Yes, same damn rerun.





"Don't act like you really care, Your Queen!"

 

Dear Blogdom ~


Your Majesty will be attending a Royal Ball the 21st which will last at the very least, five whole days! I can't wait, oh what to wear, what to wear!

In order to prepare to attend this "ball" I sent in a request for time off over the weekend to greet my supervisor at her inbox this Monday morning bright and early! After such a lovely greeting by management to my inbox Monday of last week, I couldn't help but return the favor, now could I?

Of course, Your Majesty would never be rude, crude or otherwise unrefined!

In case you are just now tuning in and haven't kept up the news of the Kingdom, asking for time off when management are expecting a whole new State to add to our DDS workload (like there isn't enough already!) is like throwing gasoline on an otherwise flaming fire! Watch out!

It took a few hours to get a reply back, and I half expected a reprimand, and something like "How dare you ask for time off when we are starting a new client, and we are asking people for overtime? Are you nuts?"

But there was none of that. You see, Your Majesty knows how to work the management! How could they refuse such a charming request? I once was management!

"There, there, I will try to work some after I get home from the ball...





"You mean killing one with kindness really works, Your Queen?"

 

Dear Blogdom ~
I am so exhausted I barely made it through the day. One of those days where you body tries to fool your brain into thinking it's alive? I haven't been sleeping well, and I nearly nodded off all day while trying to work. It's a struggle, and the fun stuff hasn't even arrived yet. You know all that mandatory f**king overtime!

 

Dear Blogdom ~


Well, I guess the 17-year-old teen spent pretty much the entire night on the phone and on the computer, as usual. She slept on the couch in the livingroom. She has made a comment to me about needing medications and hints that she also needs a pregnancy test? OMG! This is all I need. She needs something to put her down to sleep at night. This is going to be a problem when she has to go back to school. It has been a problem this past year as well. My diagnosis is that the kid needs to cut herself off from the overstimulation at a certain hour and then cocock her and knock her out cold with drugs?! Somebody here needs to be on meds, that's for darn sure!

In other news, it seems that Griszelda Mess is hustling selling the old tires out of my garage, but has no one to keep Little Queenie while she does this, as MIL (mother-in-law) is teaching summer school, so she calls me this morning knowing I'm working, but expects to leave her here, wanting my teen to watch her. Yeah, right, she was out cold on the couch after being up all night, and waking up a teen without any sleep is a bitch waiting to happen! I tell Griszelda Mess that Queenie is only allowed to be here for maybe an hour and a half or two as I was working and Queenie is quite the sneaky little messer!

This child is being raised without good role models (except for Yours Truly of course), and without rules and discipline and respect for other's property. Wonder where she is learning that behavior! GAWD! Don't get me started! It took me a good 30 minutes to program her into compliance once she was left here. Having two parents who fight, steal, lie, and God knows what else, who are homeless and living with MIL at present, is obviously taking his toll on Little Queenie's behavior.

Little Queenie has her strong points, but is bored easily and cannot be left unattended to roam around the castle at whim. The last time she was here like this, it took me nearly two hours to get all the permanent marker off my piano keys, all 88 of them! How many hours was she gone you ask? In total I believe it was six, starting at around 9:30 a.m. until 2ish. So much for any respect from Griszelda Mess as to MY schedule! Unfrickbelievable! and not to mention she sold tires making over 200 bucks, do you think she offered me any of that cash? Hell no!!!

Oh yes, and last night before I fell asleep, I remembered that teen asked for my car keys to get a CD out of my car, bringing back memories of what happened just before Memorial Day and subsequent nights I knew nothing about wherein she took my car out for a joyride! So, as I lay trying to fall asleep, my mind was racing and I wondered ... surely she wouldn't take my ignition key off my keyring and take my car without my permission again, would she?

I came back downstairs to check my keyring and sure enough it had vanished! poof! At this point, it was midnight, I confronted her about it, told her I was disappointed in her and asked her for my key back, and went back to bed with no fuss or argument. She knew she was busted and there are plenty of ways to get even here. What the hell was she thinking? Sounds like good times to me and at a cost of $1100.00 in damage to fix my car the last time around, I am not into a repeat performance!

God, I'm so tired of all this bull! I need a sponsor so I can quit my day job and just bitch full time!