I'm a sucky blogger, y'all.

Everything is going well here. Well in this house anyway.

Since the niece took off and strolled back into my parents's house like nothing happened, there have been two more incidents with the police. The last one was on Saturday, when my niece got all up in her mother's grill and my sister called the cops. My niece never actually touched my sister, but my sister 'thought she might' (which is debatable). Four police cruisers showed up and I guess the four officers berated my niece for a long time. My parents are out of town and have no clue about Saturday. My sister isn't telling them. Why? Because my father is fed the fuck up and told her she should consider leaving early. If he knew about this latest, he'd definately send them packing.

Why won't she leave early? Because the man she luuuuuvs so much has told her she can't come yet. That he needs his 'time' because of 'everything she did'-- which was tell him she was going to get a divorce then filed child support paperwork. Which she withdrew after he threatened to remove her two children from his medical insurance plan (military Tricare). He's a fucking charmer, eh? What a keeper. So, he's told her he needs his space and some time while he goes visits his dying I-beat-my-wife-and-kids-like-they-are-dogs father an entire week before allowing his wife, biological daughter, and two stepchildren (who have known him since they were 2 & 3) to arrive in the same place. Oh, but it gets better. After they visit, they must come back to Kentucky, because he isn't ready for them to move in with him yet... and probably not until the end of the summer, just in time to register them for school. Oh my, he has just a two bedroom apartmment (no roommate!) and it would just be toooooo crowded for his goddamn family to be there with him. What the fuck ever. But I love that a man who has been seperated from his family for an entire year needs his time and space.

My parents have lived here for ten years and never had a police officer show up for anything. But in the last two weeks, there has been three incidents. What caused these blowouts? My niece's attitude about my sister staying with her husband, PornKing. Not one of them, even his daughter, want her to stay with him. The oldest is the only one with enough attitude to lay it on the line and she is not afraid to speak her mind. Which of course starts my sister saying, and I quote, "SHUT UP! Steve and me have nothing to do with you! Its none of your business. You have no say!"

Lovely. Just fucking beautiful. My oldest son has to leave the house everytime my sister starts talking like this. Every time my niece opens her mouth, I don't say anything. I agree with everything she's saying. My sister will actually look at me as if Im going to jump in and defend her. No way in hell. And my sister wonders why my dad and I think she has chosen her husband over her children. She's fucked up.

My niece's biological dad abused my sister, which is why she left him. He actually lay hands on her. Her current husband is just a sex addict and emotionally abusive and checked out of the marriage many, many years ago. My sister has even said she wished he'd pop her one so she could leave him. How insane is that? But wait.... it gets even better!

Saturday night, my niece said she'd rather live with her dad (a man who has called her a loser, whore and slut since she was 12). So my sister called him to see if he would take her! What the fuck you stupid bitch! So, once again, my ex-brother-in-law (who lives in Arkansas and has not asked to see or talk to my niece in about three years), got the chance to reject his little girl.

I have had it with my sister. I'm just counting the days until she is allowed to meet her husband for a visit then comes back. I'm praying that she ends up staying in Charleston with him after the visit. She needs to have reality up in her face to wake her the hell up.

Maybe he will pop her one.

Logan has started to say some words! He is now saying ball, apple ("Bappal"), bubble, yay ("Yaaaay!"),whoah, wow, thank you ("Tank you") and once said bye bye. This started about three days ago and I love it. Hopefully he will add even more words soon.

The scale is still in the closet. I have the urge to weigh in every morning, but I am not going to do it. It is something to look forward to on July 1st. I need to call and make my appointment with a doctor now that I am back on Tricare Prime. I really need to get some bloodwork done to make sure I'm ok and not deficient in vitamins, calcium, and iron. Will make the appointment right after I finish here.

I take my son to work today and then I think I will mow the lawn. Will probably weed (by hand) around the bushes next to my house's front door. I hate gardening, but the landlady is turning out to be extremely picky about this property (she conducts inspections on the outside each week and inside of the house every couple of months), so I am trying to learn about it. I am very, very tempted to pay a professional to come out and do it a few times this summer and fall. It doesn't help that I don't own any nifty implements needed, but I am able to borrow my dad's things and I attempt to know what I am doing when I use them. I'll be purchasing our own weedeater as soon as our raise and benefits from Cuba hit (wouldn't you know the military has screwed up everyone's pay down there?). That will help a lot.

Looking forward to getting back to the YMCA today. Logan's eye is all cleared up and we are headed back. I expect some resistance from him when I drop him off at the play area since we were gone a week. I can really tell I haven't been working out this week (other than walking!). I also need to get a new swimsuit next week so we can start going to the pool there. I hope Logan enjoys it.

Time to wake up everyone. I think 10am is long enough to sleep in, even with a 2am bedtime!

Niece found by police and brought home about an hour ago. A facility my sister wanted to send her to said that niece had to agree to sign herself in. Of course, niece said "No." My sister is filing a court petition tomorrow against her daughter. It would make a second runaway attempt a criminal matter and send her directly to juvenile detention.

I again had to say no to my nieces and nephew when they asked to please come and stay with me.

The more I watched and listened to the family dynamics between them, my sister, her PornKing (who checked in over the phone), and my parents... there is no way I would invite that into my home. I must have had a crazy bleeding heart liberal moment. The way I saw my niece act tonight when she was returned (she actually had a smirk on her face), told me all I really needed to know. I am not bringing that to my kids.

She is safe right now. Let's see how many more things she can pull before they leave at the end of the summer.

My sister told my 16 year old niece (the one she dumped on my parents last year) last night after they arrived here, that they are all moving to Charleston because her barely-legal-porn-lovin'-web-cam-masturbatin' husband has changed. My niece began screaming, and burst into tears.

My nephew does not want to go either. My youngest niece, the 11 year old biological daughter of PornKing does not want to go either. SHE DOES NOT WANT TO LIVE WITH HER OWN DAD. Does this tell anybody anything? The youngest niece has actually begged to live with my parents, too.

This morning my oldest niece ran off. She is now officially a missing person. It looks like if they find her, she may become a ward of the state. This really is convenient for my sister and her PornKing, because my niece and him do not get along and PornKing actually told my sister she may have to choose between her daughter and her husband.

Lovely, huh.

I'm worried. Very, very worried. I've been in the foster care system. Its not a good place to be.

If I could, I'd sever my sister's parental rights (along with my niece's biological father's) and adopt my niece. It could be her only chance for real normalcy.

I will report when I know more.

So for yet another weigh-in I ended up gritting my teeth and grabbing the measuring tape. I once again came in at 160, although the scale teased me several times with 159 and 159.5 this month, yet I need to remind myself I have come down a couple pounds and I'm seeing the 'lower numbers' much more often. I am proud that I am working out more than ever, harder than ever, and it is showing in the feel of my clothing. There is nothing quite like walking and realizing that the waist of your lycra capris are just barely skimming your waistline. It makes you feel thin even when you are still obese.

So although I lost just a couple pounds this month, I also lost 5.5 inches. Which means during this plateau I have lost 11 inches total. I'm not sure what my body is doing, but its doing something, so I am going to put the scale up for the month. Yep, the whole month. I'm just going to place it into the closet and not touch it again until July 1st. My plan is that if I really need to check my weight, I have to do it at the YMCA, which has the scale inside the Wellness room where everyone working out on the treadmills, bikes, ellipticals, and weight machines can watch. Yeah, I don't think I will be weighing in anytime soon.

So my husband was promoted and was offically pinned yesterday. This is a huge financial windfall for us and we are looking at being practically debt free when he returns next year. Our only debt will be my student loans and our car payment. This of course gives us wiggle room to finance any plastic surgury next year once I reach goal. My mother was actually against the idea until I gave her a reality check in the dressing room awhile back, and now she is completely on board. Especially after I pointed out I still had 40 pounds to go, which meant even more sagging and excess skin.

Mom has actually been wonderful with me while I have been here. She still does try to buy me candy (which I can eat in small amounts), but she stopped doing that last week when I asked her. She is constantly looking for new recipes to try to make for me, which is great because I'm a one-dish cassarole kinda girl and know little about cooking. Yesterday she told me I looked really good, that I should stop worrying about the numbers on the scale. She doesn't hand out compliments like that much, so I was really surprised and it really did help.

My father asked me how it felt to weigh 160 (less than he does!) and I told him it feels wonderful. Then he said, "Imagine what it will be like at 130!" I am pretty sure he meeant to be encouraging and not pointing out I still have weight to lose. He's been visiting Logan a lot and gets a kick out of playing with him. My father doesn't laugh a lot but he does when he plays with Logan.

Yesterday Logan started saying "Ball!" It wasn't a fluke because he then said it over and over for half an hour. Which meant we clapped like idiots for that long. I'm really ready for him to start talking. I'm getting worried.

Logan caught pink eye from someone. None of us have it, so he could have picked it up from daycare or one of the stores. We went to the ER on Wednesday and they gave us nifty drops that have made a world of differance except its a Battle Royale to actually use them.

Today I'm headed to see a movie with my teenagers. My daughter turns 13 tomorrow, so her older brother and I are going with her to see Pirates 3. Grandparents are watching Logan, which they offerred (I still have problems asking for babysitting).

My sister arrives with the rest of her brood tomorrow as well-- she's moving here to get back on her feet. The plan is that she is divorcing her asshole of a husband(pill-popping emotionally abusive porn addict). We'll see if she goes through with it, this has been a long, long, long time coming. She will tell us she knows he's mentally abusive to her for a couple weeks, then turn around and tell us he's "never actually hit me" and she contacts him again. She has actually said she wishes he would pop her one, so she could leave him. How sad is that?! The problem is, his cruelty is escalating-- and she is the only one who can't see it. She's lived with it now for about 8 years (they've been married eleven, I think), so I think she is honestly scared to live without the daily drama. Its frustrating to watch a very strong, vibrant person turn into a meek, scared mouse.

I'm sure you'll hear more about this trainwreck as time goes on.

Time to do some dishes and wake the kids. I've got a long day.