Meet your new daddy

Step-Son's psycho bitch mom got married. Not to the guy she was engaged to this past summer, mind you. No, that didn't work out, apparently. Instead, she seems to have married a South American she used to know a few years ago. Or many few years ago. Or something. Who the fuck knows.

I wasn't kidding when I tried to illustrate her instability and fucked-in-the-head-ness in previous posts.

So here's how this love story unfolded. All summer, during his visit with us, Step-Son referred to this one guy... let's call him Dave... as his mom's fiance. He seemed to really like the guy, and appeared to spend a lot of time at his house. Dave has 2 girls about the same age as Step-Son, and the kids became fast friends.

Main Man and I remained unconvinced that all could possibly be as hunky-dory as Step-Son made it sound, because... well, because we know his mom. But we hoped. We honestly wished and hoped that Dave was this beacon of potential normalcy in Step-Son's everyday life.

Step-Son went home in early September, and then he and psycho-bitch (let's just call her PB for short, shall we?) fell off the face of the earth for a couple of months. No contact whatsoever. Oh well... nothing new to us.

When we finally got to speak with Step-Son this week, he announced his mom got married. Main Man, sensing a typical PB scenario has probably occurred, actually paused and asked: "To who?"

"Jimmy."

Ah yes... here it is....

"Jimmy?? Who's Jimmy?"

In a bored monotone: "My mom's new husband."

"What's his last name?"

"(sigh) I don't know. He doesn't speak English."

No.... of course he doesn't.

Here's how it's gonna go down: This thing will not last, it'll all be Jimmy's fault, and PB will create yet another emotionally charged drama to drag Step-Son through. She will move again, change jobs again, and begin the hunt for the next guy.

Sadly, there is nothing Main Man can do to bring Step-Son here. And there's nothing I can do to help the situation, besides roll my eyes and shake my head.

What I can do, however, is have some fun with it. I am accepting bets starting now. Please feel free to venture your best guess as to how long the PB and J union will last. The prize, as usual, is a Pop-Tart, which I will eat in your honour.

Yes, well... back to me

Wow. It's been so long since I last attempted to log into my blogger account, I actually forgot my password.

The last time I posted, I was a newly-wed... a blushing bride. We had just moved into our new house, and fumbled our way through Step-Son's summer visit. Wait... are you still laughing at the "blushing bride" reference? Hmmph.

Anyway, some recent events have directed my attention back to this blog. I read some of my old posts and thought, "hey... this really was fun!" Except for the American Idol stuff. I don't think I'll be doing that again.

The things I want to focus on now are.... are.... wait, sorry.... I've just noticed the amount of snow suddenly falling from the sky right now. There's like, TONS of it. It's really pretty. And hypnotising.

What was I saying? Ah yes... focus. My priorities these days are mostly related to.... hey, have you ever driven at night during a snow-fall? Don't you think the headlights on the snowflakes makes it look all Star-Trekky as you're moving forward? Now THAT's hypnotising!

Right, right. Back to this. Focus, focus. Oh, and hey! Have I mentioned my back yard gives way to some undeveloped land? Yeah, woods and all. And there are deer!

Look, I'm sorry, but clearly you're just not into reading this right now. You're all over the place, and it's a bit distracting. Man, that's a lot of snow. It's very Christmassy though. I wonder if it'll melt by tomorrow?