What a F’ing Week

Last week one of my law school friends reminded me that student loans were getting distributed this week.  I responded, “wow, next week is going to be the greatest week of my life!” 

Ok, that was partially correct.  This week started on a super high note, hit a bad spot mid-week and ended fairly well. 

Of course the week started with my girls’ day/night out.  My two law school bff’s and I spent Monday getting pedis, and catching up on girl talk before heading to the Lady Gaga concert.  A super-fun filled day and the show was AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

I also need to add that I don’t know why I was so worried about what I was going to wear for the show.  It turns out I was among the more conservatively dressed, apparently anything went for Gaga concert attire (go figure).  I do admit, I got a little wild by having glitter eyeliner and wearing a tank shirt with sequins . . . yeah I know, I’m so crazy!   

Our seats were fantastic and the show was one of the best concerts I have ever seen (yes, it topped seeing Neil Diamond) . . . again, I ask for no judging  

I'm pretty sure I'm a lifelong fan now

 

 It was almost 2:00 a.m. when I got home and went to bed.  I went to work the next morning and oddly enough had no problem waking up.  I think I was still riding the adrenaline rush from the concert.  I even bragged about how well I was doing without much sleep.  Then I hit a wall in the afternoon and caught myself yawning every 30 seconds.  Thank goodness for coffee . . . and thank goodness for the fact that I do not usually go to concerts on weeknights, I’m clearly getting old . . . *sigh*.   The good news was I picked up a second wind and stayed up finishing some last-minute reading before class on Wednesday. 

So then the bad part of the week . . . Wednesday, September 1 . . . the deadline for Dbag  to send his response to my motion and affidavit.  I worked all day and left a little early because I had to conduct a witness deposition for my Advocacy class at 4:30.  My mom called me on my drive to school to inform me that a “big” envelope from Dbag was amongst my mail.  

FRAK . . . he actually chose to respond . . . and I would not know the contents of the envelope until 10:00 p.m. when I got home from my last class for the evening . . . double frak . . . 

It was bad enough that I was going into my depo sounding like the late Bea Arthur  (I overdid it with the cheering and singing along at the concert on Monday and had laryngitis), but now I was semi-freaking out about what was waiting for me at home. 

I survived the depo and the rest of my classes and got home.  Turns out the envelope was not close to as large as I thought it would be . . . but the contents were interesting to say the least.  I can honestly say that if the judge actually considers and weighs his judgment on Dbag’s response, my appeal is guaranteed. 

Dbag sent a letter, which was not properly filed (no notary, no affidavit of service, etc.) and the contents of his letter and attachments went completely against the judge’s instructions.  The letter never addressed anything in my motion and affidavit.  It was a continuation of his rant to the court two weeks ago.  Thank goodness I gave my double objection to the judge’s discretion to allow him to respond in which the judge thoroughly outlined what Dbag needed to adhere to if he chose to respond (must be filed properly and could only address my motion, no new issues or motions, etc.).  

Dbag again stated I was a liar and even went so far as to say I needed medical help.  He argued he’s never done anything wrong and for evidence produced a couple of school projects his sons from a previous marriage had done for Father’s day fourteen years ago . . . I should probably add that never did Dbag actually talk about our son and his relationship with him.  Dbag also brought up repeatedly money and the child support he shouldn’t have to pay.  

Here’s some of the highlights in his bullet points of his demands, which, “are not negotiable . . . [judge] I have nothing to prove to you and certainly not to [me]“ 

• I will happily take [son] every other weekend and every other holiday starting in two weeks . . . unless you finally realize [me] is unfit, then I’ll take him full-time
• [Judge] needs to go back and correct all court transcripts and records to reflect that “I’m an honest person, and [me] is a liar”
• [Judge] needs to correct [Dbag's] bad credit rating from the outstanding bills he hasn’t paid [me]
• [me] owes [Dbag] $10,000 for his loss of parenting time this past year

Again, I only hope the judge throws all of this out . . . it went against the instructions per the opportunity to respond and certainly went against court procedure but I’m still worried. 

So now I play the waiting game on this . . . again . . .ugggghhhhh, I really think this is my life for the next ten years until my son turns eighteen . . . every year, I get to file a motion . . . 

I am proud to admit that I didn’t stress or fret too much over the response, really there’s nothing I can do now but wait for the judgment. 

So I ended this week by heading to the state fair for fun and bad eating.  My son and I had a blast . . . we started out with rides and again, I’m too old . . . my son picked everything that went up and down while spinning at a fast pace . . . needless to say mom was a little dizzy and “urpy” after that.  It was a small price to pay for all the fun we had.  My son said every time we went on a new ride, “this is probably a bad idea”. 

I also got to enjoy all the horrific fried food that our state fair brings each year: 

Fried dill pickle chips with cream cheese

 

Needless to say, I’m feeling bloated and dehydrated from the sodium and grease, but the fair is only once a year so I have no regrets   At least I waited until after the rides my son took me on to eat the fried food.  

I also got to enjoy watching my son on a new fair attraction that he called “hamster ball”, it amounted to kids going into a big plastic ball and trying to run on water . . . the results were hilarious and my son had a blast even though he fell over every time he tried to stand up! 

For the most part, this was a great week and I’m looking forward to two more days of “freedom” until work and school start back up.  I just wish that dark cloud (although smaller than in the past) of pending judgment wasn’t hanging over me.  Hopefully I won’t have to wait to long, the judge did say he was going to make a fast decision after September 1st . . . fingers crossed . . . again

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