April 14, 2011

So Kaitlyn and Jenna's birthday party is set for Sunday, 4-6 p.m at the Fort Fairfield Community Center.  Thor and I have a lot of planning left to do between now and then.  Gotta pick out which games we're gonna play and what snacks we're gonna have.  Grammy is taking care of the cakes, thank you Grammy Cochran once again :). Right now Thor is en route to Bridgewater to get some birthday spending money from aunt Abby, thanx again Aunt Abby :).  I'm watching Real World:  Las Vegas episodes and being completely irritated with the way Maine is represented with Adam, the roommate from Falmouth, ME.  He has absolutely no regard or respect for anyone else or authority, is a beligerent drunk, and has the cheesiest pick-up lines I've ever heard, and I've heard some pretty cheesy lines, lol

March 31, 2011

So what an experience THAT was, trying to get Thor outta jail like a good girl today.  The jail specifically told me last night, TWICE, that I could either pay the fine remainder at the Presque Isle District Courthouse OR the ACJ.  So I figured I'd pay at the ACJ, so Thor wasn't waiting on the side of the street for 45 minutes while I drove from PI to Houlton.  So Mark and I arrive at ACJ and they tell me that I have to pay at the courthouse ONLY.  So I return to Presque Isle, pay the $240, and watch the clerk fax a copy to the jail and even call the jail to make sure he would be released so I could return to Houlton.  Everything verified, I call his brother-in-law Matt and tell him he can go pick Thor up whenever.  This was at 2 p.m.  Between 2 and 4 Thor continues to call and wonder why he hasn't been released.  Finally I call the jail to find out they were waiting for someone to pick him up, though if you're released on your release date at 6:30 a.m., you're kicked outta there with or without a ride, so why was today different?  Anyway, so I call Matt and tell him that when he gets there he actually has to ring the little doorbell, announce his arrival and that he's there to pick Thor up.  So after a long, eventful but tedious and felt-wasted day, Thor is finally outta that hellhole as of 4 p.m.  Hallelujah!  Why all this hullaballoo?  Cause every encounter I have with ACJ has to be fucked up, just has to be.

March 2011

So Thor went to court last Friday, March 25th for unpaid fines.  The judge sentenced him to 30 days at the Aroostook County Jail, at $10 per day, so that takes up $300 of his $700 fine.  Well Thor called me finally that afternoon once he was put in the holding cell at ACJ and begged me to get him out.  Return the tv to Wal*Mart, whatever I needed to do.  Well, I was kinda looking forward to the vacation since his attitude and controlling behavior have been making me go crazy lately, worse than usual.  So days pass and no the first of the month is approaching when Thor knows I will have money.  So Friday morning I have to go to the Presque Isle Courthouse, pay on his fine, whatever he hasn't "earned" outta the $300, which should be about $230, then make sure they fax paperwork to the jail, drive to Houlton and pick his ass up.  Still think he should sit there a little longer, but I know if I was in there and there was a way to get out, I'd wanna be gotten out too.  So now what little bit of sympathy I can have towards Thor kicks in and I'll do the right thing I guess.  Go bail his ass out on Friday.  He is "gonna be really disappointed" if he doesn't get to come home Friday.  So yeah, that's the update for now.

Saturday, November 27th

So, I find out this morning at 6:24 a.m. that my child support check was dispersed on Wednesday, November 24.  But, since the state of  Maine thinks that it needs to take so many days off in a year, you would think I would receive the check today.  But, I'm sure they just HAD to have Black Friday off too, so I will sit and wait until Monday for the check probably!  Well, I'm going back to bed until the mail comes at 9:30 a.m., at which time I will post a continuum to this blog and let all you people know how the state of Maine works, and when!

Friday, November 26

So, today is the day after Thanksgiving.  Yesterday was an alright day for the most part.  The best part was that Thor's mother actually invited him to her house for the family dinner.  It's been about three years since she practically "disowned" her own son.  So when she asked if Thor was home and told him to come, it was quite a shocker.  It pleased me, Thor and the family.  It must have been a nice feeling for Thor.  He hugged his mother a few times while we were there.  The day went well until about 5 a.m. this morning when I woke up with massive stomach pains.  I ran to the bathroom, had diarrhea and puked.  Not to mention I puked over the side of the bed too.  Thankfully Jen had Raiden for the night and today, so the girls played all day while I rested.  They behaved exceptionally well, knowing I was sick.  I don't think it was the food, I think it was too many klonopin and soboxone that didn't go so well together.  Never again, with the klonopin anyway!  Thor got his paycheck, miraculously, since it's a holiday week we expected it Monday.  He bought himself some boots, and got 10 Baby Bottle Pop (woohoo), me a crossword puzzle book, Raiden a bath toy, the girls some baby ZhuZhu pets and McDonald's for supper.  They definitely deserved it for behaving so well while mommy was sick.  Oh yeah, and since Thor was so mad at me yesterday, he "grounded" me from the internet today.  He took the internet connection piece to work.  Whoopdidoo, considering I couldn't even get outta bed to get outta my own way anyway.  I think we're back on good terms as of now.  He's out with Brian and Amy scouting some copper and steel, looking to make more money with the steel yard opens on Monday.  I'm going to retire for the night.

Love and hate

I have been with my boyfriend on and off for 13 years, more on then off.  We've never been considered a good couple, not even close.  Why I stay with him, I'm not so sure.  It's like I'm stuck, you stick with what you know, cause I certainly can't say I'm comfortable.  Who can be comfortable when your boyfriend threatens to slit your throat?  Over the most childish reasons?  I don't think he even knows what he's really mad about today.  And to lock me outta my own bedroom, tell me I'm sleeping on the couch while our son sleeps in there with him!  Not to mention this is MY house , in MY name and if I do resort to the couch tonight, it's the last night he will EVER stay here!  For a person who is already in trouble for domestic criminal threatening, I don't think that throat-cutting threat was the smartest statement out of his mouth this evening!  He continues to think he can treat me like this and get away with it because I constantly get him out of trouble, or go back on my word when I call the police, why can't he understand that he isn't invincible, I just need to grow some balls.  He doesn't even realize that he's got barely anything or anybody left in his life, and he's on the verge of losing what little he does have!  I have my issues, my downfalls, my lying, my addiction, my yelling, but regardless of all of that, I don't deserve what he does to me!