The Queen's Rambles

Oh, the drama! I don’t even know what to say about the drama. I don’t know if I even want to say anything about the drama.

You know my mom can’t have a nice, normal trip to my place without having tons of stress about her life back in Oregon. My sister simply won’t allow it. My sister can’t pull her head out of her ass for five minutes and take care of her children. If I could, I would find her, grab her by the hair and slam her face into concrete until it was a bloody pulp. Not because I care about her, but because she and her husband are putting their children through hell and they don’t even give a shit.

So my sister has this ex-stripper friend with five kids and a common-law husband who’s been working in Idaho for several months. Apparently she also smokes crank. Is that how you do crank?

My dad has an alcoholic friend who loves to chase skinny tail.

My sister doesn’t want her friend to move to Idaho.

The alcoholic friend wants tail.

The alcoholic friend, the ex-stripper and my sister decided to use my invalid alcoholic non-functioning dad as a babysitter for nine kids ages 1-7 while they “partied.”

My sister’s husband is friend’s with the ex-stripper’s common law husband and became enraged when he walked in on the whore-house scenario.

Apparently he destroyed my mom’s house, destroyed all my grandma’s old furniture and cut up all my sister’s clothes.

The police have been around several times but nothing ever happens. My dad is taking a restraining order out against my BIL. My sister is no innocent flower in all this. She took a sledge hammer and knocked out all the windows of his vehicle (that he’s not even allowed to drive).

My sister is talking about it all on Facebook. My mom is beside herself with worry over the kids, but thankfully we have now been told by a good source that they are with my BIL’s 22 year old son and his girlfriend (as crazy as that sounds, that is actually a really, really good thing). My mom is freaking out that my BIL will take the kids and disappear. He’s a sociopath and he’s insane when he’s doing drugs and alcohol.

My sister isn’t much better, but at least tomorrow she is planning on going to the crises center first thing and filing a restraining order and something to do with a custody thing. Not that a restraining order can stop a hell-bent husband, but it might be something.

My mom keeps saying “if your sister would just get a good man who works, pays the bills and doesn’t drink her life could turn around.” And you know what? It could.

But she finds good men to be incredibly boring. She was with a functioning (meaning he worked and paid the bills and took care of his own children) alcoholic for a couple of years and she couldn’t stand it because he wouldn’t go out carousing and he didn’t like to fight with her.

And seriously? What good, hard working man would want a violent drug addict with three little kids?

AND WHY WON’T THE POLICE TAKE THEM AWAY?????

I hope this was the final straw and my mom is finally awarded custody. They need a stable life. My dumbass sister and her husband are too lazy to get up and get them ready for school most days. And that’s one of their lesser offenses. They don’t beat the kids and the kids have food in the house, so they aren’t “neglected” under the legal definition, but they sure are having a hellish childhood. Why would anyone do that to their kids? I don’t understand. If I think about it too hard I cry and make myself totally sick. Those poor lost souls who just need love and a little guidance. . .

So there. Now you can all be angry with me. I don’t understand how this guy isn’t in jail after all the things he’s done. He’s currently on probation so why didn’t they haul him in right away?

It is ridiculous that my mom can’t enjoy a vacation with my family, her rarely seen grandkids, because my sister and her drug addled husband can’t keep their acts together and take care of their children.

Anyway. . something good. Something good. Cleansing breaths. . .

I am taking Elsa back to the portrait studio tomorrow. I have a very specific picture in my head and I am determined it is going to happen. I want a picture of her against a white background in her Christmas dress with the Santa gloved hands reaching for her. We are members, so don’t pay sitting fees. I’ll buy very, very few prints and it won’t be that bad (yes, I have coupons). I just hope my dreams aren’t dashed, but I have to at least try.