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January 29, 2006
The Grinches who stole my son's Christmas
"So, Spats", I hear you guys saying, "how was your Christmas?"
Not too bad, I gotta say. Got a lot of stuff I can use, and the sibling unit (who's this close to graduating from being called the "sibling unit" (grin)) got me a ticket to TCU-Iowa State (you may have noticed that a couple of entries from two weeks back originated from Houston?), which turned out to be one hellacious game. And I built a new bed, which is a damned sight more comfortable than my old bed; my back is thanking me non-stop for that.
And, on top of all that, I was able to give almost everyone on my list what they wanted. The sibling unit got himself a comforter, plus a CD-dubbing unit he'd had his eye on for a while; this allowed me to win the annual "who can outgive the other" contest we always have.
But - and you just knew there hadda be a "but" in there somewhere - we must now focus on the key word in that last paragraph: "Almost".
At this point, I'm going to invite Doublewide Bitch Supreme Stephanie Dawn Stewart Crager and her fellow man-hating trollops at the Yahoo group "momscomefirst" (or "momsslurpcome" or whatever they call themselves these days)...come down here, front and center. Something you bimbos need to know about this half-assed excuse-for-a-woman you're blindly supporting without so much as bothering to get my side of things.
Take a look at this picture right here:

Cute little bike, isn't it? Something on which, say, a three-year-old can tool around a large spread and have some fun with, hm? Skip would've loved this present, too, along with the plush Snowflake Friends bear I get him every year.
That is, except for a pair of Grinches who live with him in that bunker in Sulphur Springs - the aforementioned Doublewide Bitch Supreme and her fat-assed son-of-a-bitch daddy.
I had the bike shipped straight to the fat-ass' office in Sulphur Springs, where he's one of two State Farm Insurance agents (and why State Farm feels the need for two agents in that hick town, I'll never know), where previous package deliveries had been accepted.
And the motorcycle was refused. As was the bear. Flat. Out. Refused. Because these packages, these Christmas gifts, came from me - Skip's father - my son doesn't get to play with them.
These bastards claim to love my son. They claim to only have his best interests at heart. Their actions last month put the absolute lie to their bullshit. They don't give a flying fuck about my son, except as a pawn in Stephanie Dawn Stewart Crager's game of abject hatred of me, and they fucking know it.
And you bitches in "momscomefirst" - and yes, "Mel Mel", Terry Harney Harp, Manon "Petard" Bedard, Fran and the rest, I'm looking at you - this is the excuse-for-a-woman whose version of events you take over my own. This is the woman you supported when she knowingly violated Texas family law, then lied about it to a judge. This is the woman who negotiated a visitation schedule, had her and her daddy's own hand-picked judge sign off on it...then refused to honor it. And then got off scot-free when his drinking-buddy DA sat on the charges I brought against her.
If that's what you wanna "support" - fine. Guilt by association and all that.
As for me, I'm gonna continue sending my son birthday and Christmas presents, whether his mommy and her daddy like it or not, and continue to document that I'm doing so. Things have a way of changing in this thing we call life, and not always for the better, either. And all I have to do is remain faithful to my boy.
Hope you had a Merry Christmas, Skip. Always remember - your father loves you, no matter what others try to tell you.
Posted by Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant at January 29, 2006 01:00 PM
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Wow, that really sucks, dude. Do you have any pics fo your ex wife on here?
Posted by: Parby at January 29, 2006 04:22 PM
Not that I feel all that comfortable with posting, sorry.
In fact, I get the distinct feeling that the bitch's attorney might be contacting me at some point about this post.
He's welcome to, of course - there's no way in Hell he'll be able to win a case against me for this (First Amendment's a wonderful thing), but if I start posting pics of Her Doublewideness, that might be viewed as a little inciting. Best to err on the side of at least a bit of caution.
Posted by: Lord Spatula I, King & Tyrant at January 29, 2006 04:31 PM
send all packages Certified Mail, Receipt Requested. Then, you will have a paper trail to hand to ANOTHER judge.
A paper trail will doom Double-Wide and Daddy, as long as you create one. That's the way to beat "he said/she said."
And they aren't the only ones who can shop around for DAs...hint, hint. You can, too.
Posted by: the Humble Devildog at January 29, 2006 04:31 PM
Spats,
Keep doing the right thing, the truth has a nasty habit of coming out.
As I recall, your ex has managed to terminate your parental rights, that being the case, I don't see how her lawyer could take any action against you for anything you may choose to post on your blog. The down side to that is that she might also have lega right to refuse your gifts to your son. The other side to that coin is that when When the Spatula heir finds out that she has been preventing you from having any contact, even from sending appropriate cards and gifts, he will likely start asking his mom some questions that she may not want to answer. In the long run Your ex will lose.
Posted by: David Hartung at January 29, 2006 04:55 PM
Thanks for reminding me why I'd rather have my gums extracted than take any family law cases ever again.
Posted by: Blackiswhite at January 30, 2006 10:45 AM
