A match made in heaven...or hell

Today was supposed to be a normal Saturday; I got to sleep in til ten thirty when I woke up on my own. Logan had his football game and my mom took the kids somewhere. The morning was nothing to be admired: i sat around watching cartoons with Cody and drank apple juice. Yum. When they got back from the football game Senior told me (and everyone who didn't know) what had happened. Now, I don't mean about the football game. I'm talking about how Jr. called Robyn (who was in mount pleasant gambling with another man) and told her about the letter that her sister wrote to us saying that they didn't deserve to have their children and that she would help all she could to ensure that the kids stayed in our custody. Well, Robyn flipped and called her sister bitching, called senior bitching, then called my Busia bitching. My Busia doesn't even LET Robyn over anymore because all she talks to her about is all the sexual stuff they do. How disrespectful! You don't tell people, let alone a grandmother, about all the sexual shit you do with a said person. They are of relation and that stuff is private anyhow!

Well since Robyn was fruiting out, we had to keep the doors locked and were instructed to call 911 if we saw her (and were instructed to tell the police that we needed a CPS worker dispatched also). I was even told to keep my phone on me at all times. Of coarse I'm the only one who has learned that Robyn likes to bluff about this kind of stuff. She said that she was going to come over and take the kids and live in a homeless shelter if need be. She didn't care. And that 's exactly why we ended up with the kids in the first place. Besides not being able to commit to each other or parenting, they don't care about the kids. Hence why the kids are monsters.

As I predicted, nothing happened. Jr. just wanted to ruin her day since she was out with a man she said she didn't want anything to do with after the first time she had met him. If this is the same guy. I don't understand how a woman like Robyn could ever get a guy. But let me tell you: Her and Jr. are perfect for each other.

Smokie has finally come home...

My car's at that age when everything on it is starting to break. Manufacturers program car parts to break so that you have to continually buy new parts. It's how they make money. The rotor I got for it is too small for my car, by a lot. So I'll take it back to Taylor's; which I figured something would go wrong. Although there was apart of me that said it would be fine. Well I know now what voice to listen to.

My neighbors moved and I'm not sure why but they left a lot of stuff at their old house. Stuff that has made its way to me and my amazing hope chest (look it up if you don't know what that is). My step dad even found a water bed in the top part of their garage. Now, I would touch a water bed if I found it in a garage. There's probably a reason it's in the garage to begin with. That hardly phases my step dad. Of coarse he's got all these plans for it before even testing to see if it can even hold water. The plan is to give it to Nick, to help his back. Although I really don't think it'll help any. He's game though, and he's a big boy so I'll let him do what he wants. I have a water bed so I know what it takes to care for one.

Dad and Judy let their cats in the house because it's getting so cold. They're not like my outside cats which have grown thick fur coats and look like they're fatter. That's a good thing. It seems so long ago that I had all four kittens running around the back yard, laying on my lap, or just being shooed out of the flowers. Now Annabel is with Grey, who seems to have made up his mind about sticking around.

Greys not Smokie though... Smokies been here for a while. And I'll never let him leave again. :]