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June 07, 2003

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While I was writing on Microsoft Word yesterday and waiting for my phone service to be restored, I saw the BC's fancy sports car pull into the driveway across the street. Quinton popped out of the car and Young Jack came running out to meet him. They jumped up and a down a few times, then came running through the rain over to my house.

Jack is spending the weekend with Quinton at the BC's place. That woman manages to insert herself into every aspect of my life. I watched her go into Jack's house to socialize. I wanted to shoot her.

I bought the Crackerbox for two reasons. First, when I saw the place, I met Jack, so I knew that Quinton could make friends here and have someone to play with. Second, I had a big yard, so I could plant a big garden.

I didn't plant a garden this year. That's the first time since I moved to Effingham County that I haven't played in the dirt growing things, but I gave away almost everything I grew last year. Why do that again? Tending a garden is a lot of work.

I enjoyed it when I grew my own food and fed my family with it. I enjoyed bartering with my neighbors in garden-swaps, where their melons did well but their potatoes sucked, while the deer ate my melons and my potatoes were bountiful. Trade a 5-gallon bucket full of new potatoes for two watermelons and five cantelopes, and that's a good deal when you've already frozen a bushel of new potatoes.

Hell, sometimes it was a trade between squash and zuchinni. I grew a LOT of fine zuchinni. My neighbors grew a LOT of fine squash. We swapped, one for one, and everybody was happy.

I miss that.

I come from a long line of farmers and I really enjoy working with my hands in the dirt. I believe that it is a genetic trait I inherited. Planting a seed and watching it grow makes me feel... useful. But I can't see doing it anymore just to be doing it. I don't want to grow it just to give it away.

When Quinton got ready to leave, Jack stopped in the doorway and said, "You PROMISED!" Quinton said, "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Daddy, look at THIS!"

He dropped his pants and mooned me, with a little side-to-side twitch thrown in for good measure. Then he hoisted his pants and ran off, laughing with his friend, back through the rain and into his mama's car. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

That boy reminds me so much of me that it's scary.

He's one reason that I don't garden anymore. I don't like to grow it and give it away.

Comments

You want to hear something scary? If your bc pissed someone off , say someone else she's screwed with, what's to stop them from calling CPS on her? My husband's oldest daughter is dealing with that right now. Her oldest daughter by her first marriage called CPS on Deb and Cam because they pissed her off. They came within a hair of losing custody of their 6 year old daughter. The oldest daughter is 16 and is no longer allowed in the house when her step father is at home. So, she's living with her biological father and his teen bride All it took was an unsubstantiated phone call to get this nightmare rolling.
I would certainly keep myself pristine til Quinton is 18 Rob, because you never know when you might overnight find yourself with him fulltime.
CPS, SPCA are two beaucracies that join the IRS in being able to terrorize american citiizens with impunity. Wouldn't it be interesting if the walking nightmare had a waking nightmare to contend with?

Posted by: quark2 on June 7, 2003 11:18 AM

Now all you have to do is get Jack's Mom to invite Quinton to stay over at Jack's on his 'mom' week-end...bet that would light her fuse! If Jack's Mom explains it's the only week-end she can do it, then Jack can put the pressure on the BC.

Posted by: MommaBear on June 7, 2003 11:25 AM

I usually plant flowers but wanted to try lettuce and tomatoes. I've given up too, I have two pet rabbits that changed my mind, they run free and eat everything is sight! I understand its a lot of work but wondered if the kids help you? Seems like something you guys could really enjoy together...maybe sell them after? I'm really talking about something I know nothing about so don't pay much attention, just wondering..I just think gardening is good for the soul..

Posted by: Trease on June 7, 2003 11:28 AM

Oh yeah I forgot to add, she's using Jack as an excuse to be in your view on the weekends you don't have Quinton. It's her way of making sure you don't go a minute without thinking about her. That's a pretty big ego. The sign of a great white shark. It also lets her check up on what you're doing by the way.

Posted by: quark2 on June 7, 2003 12:03 PM

Oh, MB, that is SO e-vile! I love it!!!

Posted by: Joni on June 7, 2003 12:11 PM

MB, that may be a great plan, but understand one thing. I have NEVER said that Jennifer was not a good mother to Quinton. She is. In fact, she is TOO GODDAM good at it sometimes.

She is a to-do list kinda person and she always has been. That's one reason I believed that our personalities meshed so well. I am intuitive while she's a planner. I play life on the first bounce and she likes a rigid schedule.

We're both very intelligent and good at what we do. Together, I thought we had all the bases covered. But she was a better planner than I ever gave her credit for being. She caught me by surprise, because I thought she loved me. I was mistaken.

She is a run-Quinton's-life mother. He is ALWAYS scheduled to be somewhere and do something under her watchful eye. She's proud of that.

I let Quinton and Jack be little boys when they are here. I'll pass 'em a football or play catch with them, but we seldom PLAN anything in advance. We get a wild hair and we go. Or, I get a wild hair and they don't want to go, so we don't. I am fungible that way.

Which way is better?

Posted by: Acidman on June 7, 2003 01:06 PM

neither way is better
they're just different

Posted by: michelle on June 7, 2003 01:50 PM

Uh, well, I disagree. One of them is better than the other -- which one, depends on Quinton.

Posted by: McGehee on June 7, 2003 02:40 PM

Well of course, then if she's ever called on the carpet she can just show all of her documentation of how good a mother she is.
/sarcasm

If Quinton really is like you in his ways I can see revenge acomin' full blast at her later when he's older. She must assume she' s going to live his whole life for him.

Posted by: quark2 on June 7, 2003 02:51 PM

"you want to be careful or you may find yourself with Quinton fulltime"....

This would be a bad thing, Quark? (I just read your post again and I am paraphrasing, but that's what it says. Or , did you mean "without"?)
A-man had his son fulltime before. (Before the BC tried to blowup his world...) Somehow, I don't think it would be a huge problem now....except, maybe for the BC.


Posted by: stevie on June 7, 2003 02:59 PM

I stumbled onto your site several weeks ago, I found you from Dog snot Diaries and was linked to you post about you shitting your pants, Very funny I must say, any how I read you every day now, I can't wait to read what you say next. My point for writing is "He's one reason that I don't garden anymore. I don't like to grow it and give it away." That was so sad but touching at the same time and I'm not a big sappy person. Keep up the good writing.

Posted by: Brandy on June 7, 2003 05:00 PM

How did you and the mother of your daughter break up?

Posted by: lauren on June 7, 2003 05:31 PM

Lauren...Acidman's child is a boy named Quinton.
And, to answer your question: Horribly, unfairly and because SHE believes in kick-boxing a man when he is down.

Save him the anguish-read his archives. His very first post pretty much gives you the picture.

Posted by: stevie on June 7, 2003 05:44 PM

Stevie: I was being facetious about Rob regaining custody of Quinton. There is no news that would be better to hear than he had Quinton back. I don't know the man, but I am in his corner just from what I've read in his archives.

Posted by: Quark2 on June 7, 2003 07:00 PM

And so am I Quark2.
But he is serverely getting on my nerves.
I know this is only the internet, but we build him up and he lets the bc just come along and zap his emotional strength that we helped create.
So what Rob if she is a good mother in your "opinion"?
First no not really, as causing your father to nearly commit suicide is not acting like a good mother.
(I am being sarcastic).
Secondly a good mother would let her son see more of his father as this would benefit the child.
Thirdly she could have let Quinton stay with you on one of her weekends to see Jack more, not have Jack stay at HER house.
If you don't understand the mind games she is playing with you, how she just seems to want to destroy you...............
And how you have now made a life for yourself from the ashes she created and how she even wants to intrude into this, she even wants to put her stamp on this and take this away from you.
Like I said Rob she is an emotional vampire and she will not stop.
The anti will continue to go up as she gets away with more and more.
So you might as well fight.

Question 1: Why don't you take more control of your life and get another job and at least cut her out of this part of your life?
Even if you have to take a wage cut so what your sanity is worth more.

Note: MB BRILLIANT IDEA.
Rob this would take back some of your power and readdress this inequation.

Finally, this heartless slut sleeps around on you with goodness knows how many men you don't know about.
Endangers your son, and YOU call her a good mother (I am talking about the drug addicted hepatitus boyfriend).
Causes you to be locked up, and pushes you to the brink of suicide.
I have empathy for Quinton and I feel sorry for you and I read to see if you are finally getting over this situation and putting her in her place.
But for crying out loud.
STOP BEING F*CKING PATHETIC.
Leave your job, intrude on her life, stress her out take her to court, tell her you think she is a slut, tell her she wouldn't be anywhere without you she would be nothing.
DO SOMETHING.
I mean maybe if you ask her real nice she might let you even come over and I don't know ...............clean her shoes for her????
She was nothing without you, you made her what she is.
J*ESUS WEPT!!!!

Posted by: Jenny on June 7, 2003 11:08 PM

And so am I Quark2.
But he is serverely getting on my nerves.
I know this is only the internet, but we build him up and he lets the bc just come along and zap his emotional strength that we helped create.
So what Rob if she is a good mother in your "opinion"?
First no not really, as causing your father to nearly commit suicide is not acting like a good mother.
(I am being sarcastic).
Secondly a good mother would let her son see more of his father as this would benefit the child.
Thirdly she could have let Quinton stay with you on one of her weekends to see Jack more, not have Jack stay at HER house.
If you don't understand the mind games she is playing with you, how she just seems to want to destroy you...............
And how you have now made a life for yourself from the ashes she created and how she even wants to intrude into this, she even wants to put her stamp on this and take this away from you.
Like I said Rob she is an emotional vampire and she will not stop.
The anti will continue to go up as she gets away with more and more.
So you might as well fight.

Question 1: Why don't you take more control of your life and get another job and at least cut her out of this part of your life?
Even if you have to take a wage cut so what your sanity is worth more.

Note: MB BRILLIANT IDEA.
Rob this would take back some of your power and readdress this inequation.

Finally, this heartless slut sleeps around on you with goodness knows how many men you don't know about.
Endangers your son, and YOU call her a good mother (I am talking about the drug addicted hepatitus boyfriend).
Causes you to be locked up, and pushes you to the brink of suicide.
I have empathy for Quinton and I feel sorry for you and I read to see if you are finally getting over this situation and putting her in her place.
But for crying out loud.
STOP BEING F*CKING PATHETIC.
Leave your job, intrude on her life, stress her out take her to court, tell her you think she is a slut, tell her she wouldn't be anywhere without you she would be nothing.
DO SOMETHING.
I mean maybe if you ask her real nice she might let you even come over and I don't know ...............clean her shoes for her????
She was nothing without you, you made her what she is.
J*SUS WEPT!!!!

Posted by: Jenny on June 7, 2003 11:09 PM

Lauren.....I am a dip. A-man seldom mentions his daughter and I am so used to Quinton stories, I just forgot....But, the archives ARE good. Funny, touching, scary, maddening....all rolled into approximately....2800 or so.

Besides, I was robbed of my newest dog about 16 hours ago....and, I'm still affected by it now, let alone earlier. (Everytime I think about it, I start to cry AGAIN.) He was Indian-given to and away from me. All because a stupid ass who works on this farm can't control his own bloodless, heartless cunt.

Sigh......

Posted by: stevie on June 8, 2003 01:16 AM

I planted my first ever Yankee garden this week, complete with, everbearing strawberries, garlic, tomatoes, carrots, beets, zuccini, cucumbers, cantelope, squash, and even threw in an avocado seed, I know that it won't bear fruit, but as long as I was in the mood to create, I thought it my make a nice tree.

I know I planted a whole lot more than the two of us can ever eat, so one of my options is to learn how to freeze and put up canning for those cold ass winter days. Anyone got a good recipes for pickled green tomatoes?

My other option is to just give the fruit away to all my new neighbors I have yet to meet. Nothing like a good dose of brown nosing to welcome myself to my new Yankee neighborhood.

Since you are taking a break this year ACIDMAN, I'll be sending you a yankee care package. That is if anything grows. Notice I didn't say you were retiring.

I had no idea what I was doing when I started, I just got some plants and a tiller. And as usually happens to me, a little weekend idea, evolved into something that could feed a third world country, that is if anything grows.

~~~~ Phooey on those who say gardening is good for the soul, don't know how my soul feels about it, but my butt, back and every other muscle I didn't know I had, are kicking and screaming at me for all the goodness I subjected them to.

The funniest part of the whole ordeal, after I stopped crying about the realization, I could have save a lot of money just going to the farmers market, and I wouldn't be waiting 60 to 90 days for results. Once the dirt was tilled, and ready to work, I got down to digging with my little shovel and kept coming across plump and juicy and obviously DEAD earthworms, I paniced thinking all was for nothing, I must have contaminated soil, if it kills worms, I'm not eating it! Then my better half of my brain started functioning again and it occured to me all of these corpse were more than likely a direct result of getting the crap beat out of them with the tiller. So against my moral principals I am going out in support of the ASPCA and purchase a few dozen worms to encourage freaky unprotected premarital sex in my garden. I can already heard my bait shop guy laughing his ass off.

Posted by: Sassy on June 9, 2003 02:10 AM

Just as a solid rock is not shaken by the storm, even so the wise are not affected by praise or blame.

Posted by: McFaul Sean on May 3, 2004 02:12 PM
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