Yesterday was a difficult and sad day here. That despite finally having good news to report as well. D'oah! No matter how ahead you think you may be getting something is always there to throw a wrench into the mix.
Yesterday morning our beloved goof of a white cat was hit and killed by a car right out in front of our house. The story is actually a bit fishy but the short of it is he is dead and our girls are very sad. Seems that the neighbour across the street was getting her roof appraised when the roofer 'saw' someone run our cat down and not stop, of course. Now here is where it gets fishy to me. He imediately called dead animal pickup and they quickly came and picked the dead animal up. I thought it odd that he felt so compeled to call and so quickly. Did he hit him? And all that before my neighbour calls me to tell me that a white cat was hit and killed and picked up. Hmmm. It all sounded kind of fishy albeit irrelevant. So I call dead animal pick up and they tell me that the cat they picked up had no collar and no tattoo. Hmmm that couldn't be him as he had both. I have a meeting to go to so off I go. When I get back he is nowhere to be seen and I start figuring that they are wrong. I call them again and again they tell me that it was not my cat. I ask if there is any way to see the dead animal explaining that I live directly across the street from where they picked a white cat up and that my white cat is missing. Hmmm. They agree to get the guy who picks them up to call me. When he calls I ask him if it was a male or female. "I don't know I didn't really look but I think it was a female." Hmmm. Was there a tattoo in one of the ears? "No I didn't look there. It was all bloody." Was he a big cat? "Yes." Despite the other two answers I now know it was him. Regardless I go down to his place and get the bag out of the back of his truck and identify the body. It is him and I can see his tattoo as clear as day. So I take him home. When I get out of our car I start looking around where he had been hit and I found a tooth on the road and his collar on the boulevard having been knocked off him on impact. At least he didn't suffer. So then I have the joyous task of adding yet another entry into our pet cemetary otherwise known as the back yard. Although that was physical it was not half as difficult as telling our kids what had happened. He was my middle daughter's birthday present a few years ago and she was devastated. Our yougest was as well. As difficult as that was next Thursday will be worse when we must tell our oldest daughter when she gets home from camp. In the meantime we have already found another white cat. She is a kitten and deaf to boot. We are rescuing her from being given to a shelter as her owner can't find an apartment while having her and the mom. If it proves to difficult with even just one cat we have agreed to take the mom too. Save a life for a life taken we figure. We won't let this deaf one out. As much as I believe cats belong outdoors the city is no place for a deaf cat to be wandering about. Especially on our street which people speed down because it is a good shortcut to a major road.
Curses and an enternal migraine headache to the dumb speeding fuck who hit him.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Catching up
Well it's been a while since I posted here so I thought I might try and catch up a bit. My lack of posting has not been because things are going well and there was no need to rant. True it has been a good stretch but there is always stuff to write about.
I have not heard nor seen anything from mymomzilla since she took my kids out for dinner. This is good. It's also not entirely true. I finally got ahold of my brother in Toronto. He has no phone so is extremely hard to connect with especialy now that I can't accept collect long distance calls. Regardless I finally did and was saddened to hear what he had to say. The last time he spoke with mymomzilla things, of course, went very badly. This was just after she sold the cottage and when he was really the only one still talking to her. For whatever reason, and he swears it wasn't because he asked for money or anything like that, she completely went off on him. Saying vile things about how it was her cottage and how that's her money now and we can't have any of it and he's not getting one more damn penny from her culminating with her vemonously spitting at him that he should consider himself an orphan. Nice! He said it was like the more vile she got the more she got off on what she was saying. I'm saddened but not surprised by this as I have experienced similar vile shit from her although I can't honestly say that I was ever told to 'consider myself an orphan.' I have seen how she gets off on her vile shit and how as he suggested it's like a drug to her and the lower the depth that she can sink the more pleasure she seems to get out of it. Sad and frightening all at the same time. Evil bitch! I guess we should all, my bothers and I, consider ourselves orphans then. I would have expected that from her about me but not for either of my brtohers. They have not made the decision to have nothing to do with her as I have. They are keeping their distance from her and not calling as much as before but unlike myself they have not cut her off entirely. I guess in only the way that she can she has now painted us all with the same brush and is seemingly content to live the rest of her life without any of her kids to abuse. This makes me wonder who is taking the abuse now as there always has to be someone. It could be her one remaining friend or better yet unclezilla; may he get just a taste of what we have had to live with our entire lives.
In the meantime my phone call with my brother almost did not end well and mostly because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. My brother has a very difficult relationship with his now adult daughter. The details aren't really important except to say that no one in this scenario is blameless for the current state of affairs. Least of all my brother. Here's where it gets impossible: I contend that nothing with ever get resloved without all of them dealing with the past some how and moving on. Take reponsibility for one's mistakes, make ammends where possible and move on. Sadly that is not what is happening here. His daughter graduated this year from university. The ceremony was in a different province from my brother but not very far away from his home city. Her grandfather (mother's father), who paid for her education thought it would be important for her father to be there and knowing that he certainly would not be able to afford offered to pay for him to be there. Of course because of past shit between the grandfather and my brother he saw it as a power play figuring that he would be abused the whole tme he was there and as such chose not to go. The capper for him, he says was the fact that his own daughter told him that she didn't want him there but that it was her grandfather's idea and so she was passing on the information. See no one is blameless HOWEVER I must say that she has every right to hate who her father is and to not so much to want to be around him. I believe she has a lot of anger toward him and in some ways he needs to take the shit she shovels at him until she gets past her anger and learn how, if at all to be close to him. Of course much of that will be up to him because all he sees is his daughter beating on him for no reason at all. There in lies the rub or should I say the biggest problem of all: he will not take any responsibility for any of this. He feels like he was abused by his daughter's mother and her parents and he can't let that go. That despite the fact that he is the one who was sexually abused as a child and has been chasing wellbeing ever since. He was the one who as a result of that and growing up with the abusive mymomzilla has always had substance abuse problems cullminating with his becoming a full blown heroin junkie/dealer who is now on methadone for the remainder of his life. So to contend, as he does, that he was a good father, always there for his daughter only to be abused by her and her extended family is not only laughable but extremly sad and somewhat familiar. Can you say MYMOMZILLA? There is the obvious fact that neither of them can take responsibility for anything. He can't take care of himself let alone a daughter and has never been able to be responsible for anything never mind taking responsibility for past sins. Of course I had to open my mouth and ask him why he didn't make it to his daughter's grad. Of course I couldn't then keep my mouth shut when he told me why. I had to go on him about how I figured he wasn't going to get anywhere with her until he started to take responsibility for himself and his actions. That he had to quit blaming everyone else for this shitty situation. That until he did that he wasn't going to get anywhere with her. To be fair she is so angry at him I'm not sure there is any way to save their relationship and he, in his own drug hazed way, has tried to do what he is capable of doing to turn things around. Unfortunately it is always met with hostility and belittlement. My only hope is that maybe somewhere down the line the both of them can get over their anger and hurt long enough to see that they are important to one another and that they should be in each other's lives. I'm not holding my breath.
My wife is still in a state of having her dream job ripped away by an evil employer. The good side of this is that now that the word is out that she's looking, as I figured would happpen, she is now faced with no less than 8 possible job offers each one more intersting and better paying then the last. Still the stress of it all is wearing her down as her current employer continues to do everything in her power, and she still has much, to make my wife look bad and to screw with her psychy. It's all so reprehensible that it makes my blood boil just thinking about it.
So yes things have been better but there are always going to be shitty things happening too. The world is seemingly full of fixers and those that would just as soon step on us to get over us while 'getting ahead.' Maybe we all need a little dose of that ignorance and self importance. Maybe not too.
I have not heard nor seen anything from mymomzilla since she took my kids out for dinner. This is good. It's also not entirely true. I finally got ahold of my brother in Toronto. He has no phone so is extremely hard to connect with especialy now that I can't accept collect long distance calls. Regardless I finally did and was saddened to hear what he had to say. The last time he spoke with mymomzilla things, of course, went very badly. This was just after she sold the cottage and when he was really the only one still talking to her. For whatever reason, and he swears it wasn't because he asked for money or anything like that, she completely went off on him. Saying vile things about how it was her cottage and how that's her money now and we can't have any of it and he's not getting one more damn penny from her culminating with her vemonously spitting at him that he should consider himself an orphan. Nice! He said it was like the more vile she got the more she got off on what she was saying. I'm saddened but not surprised by this as I have experienced similar vile shit from her although I can't honestly say that I was ever told to 'consider myself an orphan.' I have seen how she gets off on her vile shit and how as he suggested it's like a drug to her and the lower the depth that she can sink the more pleasure she seems to get out of it. Sad and frightening all at the same time. Evil bitch! I guess we should all, my bothers and I, consider ourselves orphans then. I would have expected that from her about me but not for either of my brtohers. They have not made the decision to have nothing to do with her as I have. They are keeping their distance from her and not calling as much as before but unlike myself they have not cut her off entirely. I guess in only the way that she can she has now painted us all with the same brush and is seemingly content to live the rest of her life without any of her kids to abuse. This makes me wonder who is taking the abuse now as there always has to be someone. It could be her one remaining friend or better yet unclezilla; may he get just a taste of what we have had to live with our entire lives.
In the meantime my phone call with my brother almost did not end well and mostly because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. My brother has a very difficult relationship with his now adult daughter. The details aren't really important except to say that no one in this scenario is blameless for the current state of affairs. Least of all my brother. Here's where it gets impossible: I contend that nothing with ever get resloved without all of them dealing with the past some how and moving on. Take reponsibility for one's mistakes, make ammends where possible and move on. Sadly that is not what is happening here. His daughter graduated this year from university. The ceremony was in a different province from my brother but not very far away from his home city. Her grandfather (mother's father), who paid for her education thought it would be important for her father to be there and knowing that he certainly would not be able to afford offered to pay for him to be there. Of course because of past shit between the grandfather and my brother he saw it as a power play figuring that he would be abused the whole tme he was there and as such chose not to go. The capper for him, he says was the fact that his own daughter told him that she didn't want him there but that it was her grandfather's idea and so she was passing on the information. See no one is blameless HOWEVER I must say that she has every right to hate who her father is and to not so much to want to be around him. I believe she has a lot of anger toward him and in some ways he needs to take the shit she shovels at him until she gets past her anger and learn how, if at all to be close to him. Of course much of that will be up to him because all he sees is his daughter beating on him for no reason at all. There in lies the rub or should I say the biggest problem of all: he will not take any responsibility for any of this. He feels like he was abused by his daughter's mother and her parents and he can't let that go. That despite the fact that he is the one who was sexually abused as a child and has been chasing wellbeing ever since. He was the one who as a result of that and growing up with the abusive mymomzilla has always had substance abuse problems cullminating with his becoming a full blown heroin junkie/dealer who is now on methadone for the remainder of his life. So to contend, as he does, that he was a good father, always there for his daughter only to be abused by her and her extended family is not only laughable but extremly sad and somewhat familiar. Can you say MYMOMZILLA? There is the obvious fact that neither of them can take responsibility for anything. He can't take care of himself let alone a daughter and has never been able to be responsible for anything never mind taking responsibility for past sins. Of course I had to open my mouth and ask him why he didn't make it to his daughter's grad. Of course I couldn't then keep my mouth shut when he told me why. I had to go on him about how I figured he wasn't going to get anywhere with her until he started to take responsibility for himself and his actions. That he had to quit blaming everyone else for this shitty situation. That until he did that he wasn't going to get anywhere with her. To be fair she is so angry at him I'm not sure there is any way to save their relationship and he, in his own drug hazed way, has tried to do what he is capable of doing to turn things around. Unfortunately it is always met with hostility and belittlement. My only hope is that maybe somewhere down the line the both of them can get over their anger and hurt long enough to see that they are important to one another and that they should be in each other's lives. I'm not holding my breath.
My wife is still in a state of having her dream job ripped away by an evil employer. The good side of this is that now that the word is out that she's looking, as I figured would happpen, she is now faced with no less than 8 possible job offers each one more intersting and better paying then the last. Still the stress of it all is wearing her down as her current employer continues to do everything in her power, and she still has much, to make my wife look bad and to screw with her psychy. It's all so reprehensible that it makes my blood boil just thinking about it.
So yes things have been better but there are always going to be shitty things happening too. The world is seemingly full of fixers and those that would just as soon step on us to get over us while 'getting ahead.' Maybe we all need a little dose of that ignorance and self importance. Maybe not too.
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