Whew, boy.
It's time for a life update.
My mother's official court appearance was yesterday. The DA really had his work cut out for him. I mean really. It's bad enough to try to defend someone who stabs a fifty year old woman while a three year old watches from the backseat. Then add to that mix the fact that she can't keep her story strait, got her DNA all over the place, and LEFT PART OF HER WORK UNIFORM IN MY MOM'S CAR! I mean, I know some dumb people, but you take the cake.
It irritates me that the public defender tried to argue that my mother's wounds weren't "serious" enough to warrant the sentence we were trying to slap on her. A)The next time he gets stabbed multiple times I hope someone tells him they aren't serious. B)I'm mad that we stopped at just aggravated assault with a deadly weapon; I want an attempted murder charge on this crazy woman! C) Physically, maybe, but psychologically my momma is never going to be the same. I know you are just doing your job, but fuck you. Don't tell me that my mom's wounds aren't serious.
The good news is that she is in jail, and she is staying there for quite some time.
My parent's divorce is continuing to develop into the most petty, bitchy fight I have ever seen. It may have something to do with the fact that my father is and always has been more emotionally unstable than I am PMSing. It may have something to do with the fact that my mom has twenty-five years of resentments flowing freely out now. Whatever the reason, we are about two ladder rungs above "BUT SHE/HE STARTED IT!"
From the looks of it, without a curve, it is mathematically impossible for me to keep my 4.0. I could handle it if it were ultimately my fault. However, I have more direct blame that I can put in situations outside of my control; so, I feel helpless and out of control. It was bad enough this morning that I cried. Thankfully, not in front of any teachers or coworkers.
I was going to put a work related rant here, but I've repeated it so many times today that now it just bugs me.
That's pretty much it.
My mother's official court appearance was yesterday. The DA really had his work cut out for him. I mean really. It's bad enough to try to defend someone who stabs a fifty year old woman while a three year old watches from the backseat. Then add to that mix the fact that she can't keep her story strait, got her DNA all over the place, and LEFT PART OF HER WORK UNIFORM IN MY MOM'S CAR! I mean, I know some dumb people, but you take the cake.
It irritates me that the public defender tried to argue that my mother's wounds weren't "serious" enough to warrant the sentence we were trying to slap on her. A)The next time he gets stabbed multiple times I hope someone tells him they aren't serious. B)I'm mad that we stopped at just aggravated assault with a deadly weapon; I want an attempted murder charge on this crazy woman! C) Physically, maybe, but psychologically my momma is never going to be the same. I know you are just doing your job, but fuck you. Don't tell me that my mom's wounds aren't serious.
The good news is that she is in jail, and she is staying there for quite some time.
My parent's divorce is continuing to develop into the most petty, bitchy fight I have ever seen. It may have something to do with the fact that my father is and always has been more emotionally unstable than I am PMSing. It may have something to do with the fact that my mom has twenty-five years of resentments flowing freely out now. Whatever the reason, we are about two ladder rungs above "BUT SHE/HE STARTED IT!"
From the looks of it, without a curve, it is mathematically impossible for me to keep my 4.0. I could handle it if it were ultimately my fault. However, I have more direct blame that I can put in situations outside of my control; so, I feel helpless and out of control. It was bad enough this morning that I cried. Thankfully, not in front of any teachers or coworkers.
I was going to put a work related rant here, but I've repeated it so many times today that now it just bugs me.
That's pretty much it.