I hate UPDATE posts, but sometimes you gotta just let it go…
Thank you all for your concern for Shaun’s ex. I let her know she has lots of people wishing her well.
As for the questions:
1. The three punks that pulled her from the car and beat her over the head in the face with guns were not caught. They insisted on ‘taking her ride’ and money…but neither idiot could drive a stick so they had to leave it. The battery was removed so just in case they found someone to drive it, it still wouldn’t start. We then picked up the car and it’s safely parked in front of my house.
2. Jeremiah is Shaun’s ex-wives’ 9 month old baby. He’s a mommas’ boy, but he’s getting use to Auntie Crazy (that’s me) and Uncle Buddy (Shaun). He’s being an angel and I am happy that he’s having this much time with this brother (Tyler) and Sister (Marina)
and there are other questions, but I can’t remember.
Now for the lame story of how I crunched up my pelvis bone. After looking at pictures of the human body (minus the porn music) and then at the bones in our body, I see that it was actually the “PUBIS” bone that I crunched. The pubis bone sounds so much better than the ‘Clit Bone’ like I have using as a creative description.
I went to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra with my friend, Ruka. Since Shaun was staying home to hang out with his ex-wife, I got to wear my ‘big girl shoes’. They are the big, clunky boot like shoes that make me about a foot taller than I already am (I’m 5’9″). I got home pretty late and I knew that the baby and ex were asleep so I decided to maneuver through the house without any lights. I walked RIGHT into the solid corner of a table. I saw stars. I lost my breath. I started silently weeping as I crawled down the hallway. The next morning I checked my clit pubic bone and I have the cutest triangle shaped bruise right down there.
“Go to the doctor!” Shaun, his ex and my friend ‘Cita keep saying.
I would TOTALLY have done that except I woke up the next morning and there was blood. I was going to have to give it an hour to see if it was from the accident or if it was because God has a fucked up sense of humor and was going to just add ONE more thing on my plate. Come to find out, God is one wicked funny bastard. I will NOT being seeing a doctor until God stops giggling at me.
Yesterday was all about “Driving Miss Daisy” around to get to the DMV, the bank and get a new phone. We spent the day together and I believe she was right when she said, “As fucked up as what happened to me, I am blessed enough to find out what a wonderful person you are because you came to the hospital, picked up my baby, put me in your bed, gave me medication and told me to rest. You took care of me. I see how you are with my kids on a whole new level and I am getting to know you for who you really are.”
THANK GOD! I am so happy for that. I love it when people see me for who I really am and get me. I’m not a bad person…I am human though. We were able to joke with each other all day and it was nice spending the day with her and getting to know her too. I admire her strength and patience she has. I now know when she ‘freaks the fuck out’ it’s because she has been PUSHED to that point and she’s not just being a bitch to be a bitch.
She’s also cleaning. She’s using bleach. She killed the spiders and ants in my bathroom. SHE TOOK OUT MY TRASH! If she keeps it up though, I might need to trade Shaun in for his ex.
Dan came over last night to hang out with the kids. Shaun’s ex loved that I could call my ex a dumb ass to his face and he would come back with something equally as insulting. There isn’t a sitcom on TV that is more entertaining than my house this week.
As you guessed it, my anxiety attacks are through the roof right now. I’m thinking about putting the chunks of hair I am losing under my pillow to see if there is a hair fairy that will be able to leave me some xanax in exchange for the locks.
I am trying to breatheeeeeeeeeeee in and out, but sometimes it seems like every second is just that…a second. I’m not running on ‘minute by minute’, but second by second. Some are good and some are scary.
Thank you all for the well wishes and wishful thinking that my accident was so much more exciting than what really happened. I love you all.