Straight from a 7 year old

We went out to The Original Pancake House for breakfast this morning.... so good. Molly had a bacon pancake (6 buttermilk pancakes with bacon sprinkled on top of them while cooking) no this place is not diet friendly but very good. She didn't like it very much and ended up eating our eggs and ham, she looked at Jim and said "sorry I am wasting your money", I gave her a hug, what seven year old thinks that way?! On our way home we decided to drive a different way home to get a new view of the city.

On the other side of the Sellwood Bridge there is a exotic dancer club  and when I saw it I said "boobies" and there was  a comment (under his breath) about liking boobies well apparently my daughter has sonic hearing and she said "just pull your shirt down mommy"....  there was dead silence in the car then laughter.

 Sometimes it shocks me what comes out of her mouth, she says the funniest things sometimes and I just wonder where she got them from. I have used a great deal of self control since she was born editing myself so she doesn't say something that obviously would have come from me....must be school, yah, I will blame it on that.

Here we go.....

I have been through a lot over the last few years and unfortunately I am a stress eater so I have packed on the pounds. With the help of Jim, I am trying to lose weight. I have been successful in the last few weeks and I know that I will continue.
Maybe publishing my weight loss for everyone to see will inspire me more... it's always nice to have support.

Get your own graph at skinnyr

Court

Today I went to court for my child suport hearing. My ex-husband has never paid child support since I filed for it in December of 2005.

We met in court, he had a state appointed attorney and I had the DA working with me. He claims that he cannot work due to "past issues" including post traumtic stress, bipolar, anger issues, psoriasis and ingrown toenails (really? who knew).
So we stated our case the fact that he, during my 6 horrible years that I was with him, did indeed have issues and worked at the same time. He didn't work during the entire relationship, I was the sole support, but he was still capable of working. He has drug and alochol issues as well that he went to treament for during our relationship and MY family pd $10,000 for him to go to inpatient treatment which only lasted for 8 months then he went back to using. We paid for him to get his GED and he didn't complete the classes and we supported him during his 'non working' times.
How do I get paid back for supporting a complete asshole (my bad too) for that long? He isn't held in contempt of court for not showing up to a hearing and unless he wins the lottery, gets a legit job, or inherits money (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) my daughter will never see a penny of support from him.
I personally don't want or need his money, I wish that I didn't have to ever deal with him again. He hasn't visited her since 12/10/2007 and the only time since then he has spoken to her was on her birthday( in May) and she didn't even know who he was, she had to ask.

It nice to see our judicial system at it's best. When are deadbeat loser dad's really going to be held accountable!?

Another day....

Another interview. This is the second time I have applied for this position. The first time they told me I was the "second" choice and gave me some advice on improvments (need to learn to talk about myself more).I feel I talk about myself alot but probably not in the way they were wanting.
I think this time it went really well, I answered the 'personal' question well, I think. They said they will know by the end of the week.
Crossing my fingers but not overly confident. I just got rejected 2 weeks ago so I am still a little bruised.

OH WELL

I applied for a new position at work 3 weeks ago. I just heard today that they are offering it to someone else.
It has been an emotional week for me anyway that this just added to my load of crap.

Stuck in the crap job that much longer! Yay!

Something will come up though....hopefully soon.

Traumatized

So my beautiful little 7 year old started 2nd grade today. She has been at a semi-private school for 4 years now and this year is starting public school.
I got time off of work this morning to drop her off, things went fine. She looked terrified, she doesn't know anyone (neither do I for that matter). I walked her into her classroom, she met some little girls and boys there and her teacher then I had to leave. We said our goodbyes and love you's and as I walked out I broke down crying. I didn't realize how hard it would be for me. I guess I have kept her in a protective bubble since my divorce and now we are starting to branch out. I know it is good for her and for me but tht doesn't make it any easier. We told her she needed to remember what she did today so we didn't get the "I don't remember" answer when she gets home.

We'll see how things went later!