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I laid in bed this morning and listened to Ty. We bought him and Rory some "jump in the mud" shoes at Target, and they are very excited about this. I hear him get the shoes off the couch where I had removed the tags and such and then run into the bedroom where he went to wake up Rory.

"Rowie, get up! Look at da shoes!"

She starts crying, because she cries when her sleep is disturbed.

"No Rowie, dont cry! See? Dont cry, look at the jumpindamud shoes!"

I hear him jump on his bed a couple of times.

"See? Gimme da feet, I put on you."
"Shoosh" she says.
"See? You got da wady bugs and I got da froggies, jump Rowie, jump!"

I hear them both jumping and giggling.

"Wake up Wade!"
"Murrrrh."
"Waaaaade! Get up!"
"Murh!"
"Come on Wade see our shoes!"

He like totally grew up. I take away his diaper and he starts being more like a kid instead of a toddler. Last night when we were at Target, he had no accidents, and he told us when he had to go. David rushed him to the potty and he went. I let him pick out whatever underwear he wanted. He requested the Nascar ones only because the Cars ones were gone. Plus we already have Cars ones at home. And when you ask him if he is a big boy he says

"Unerwaaaaaaare!"

And man are they obsessed with these golashas.  Now all we need is some rain so they can actually jump in the mud puddles instead of overnight sprinkler runoff. 

David took a little of the extra money we had and got himself some decent suits since he has no nice clothes, and hes looking for a job, so he needs something respectable to wear to interviews and such.    All of the nice shirts we bought him for Staters kindof have bloodstains on them, what with the meat and what not that he would be working with in the meat department.  Every guy needs a suit, espessally if hes in the working world.  Target is an excellent place to purchace suit stuff, he got a jacket, pants, 2 shirts and 2 ties for $100, and theyre nice looking too!  He looks sharp.   

"Look at meh...it looks like I have a sweatty hog in mah pants."

"No...its more like you look like you dont live in apartment and maybe you might know what time it is."

"Where could I go in this?"

"You could go to an important business meeting.  Or to Starbucks.  You could go to Applebees and order a scotch on the rocks and the whiskey steak with mushroom sauce.  You could go to an interview and bring a laptop and your portfolio with you!"

"Yeah...like totally."

"You look like maybe you use a credit card to fill your gas tank."

"Woah."

"You look like you drive like...a super sonic Civic, instead of our 10 year old rice burner Civic.  Or a Prius.  You look like you deffinatley drive a Prius."

"Yeah...gas mileage.  I want my MPG."

"You look like youre concerned about gas mileage, thats why you bought the Prius.  And you look like you might be thinking about your 401K."

"Whats a 401K anyway?"

"I dont know, but I think only rich people have them.  So you look like you would have a 401K."

"Sweet."

Jen's mom bought my brother two suits at Mens Warehouse.  Cost a whopping $700, and I bet he wont even wear them anymore.  My brother...he had some shrooms.  He went crazy the other day because he had some shrooms.  Im not talking shitake here, I mean shrooms. My brother aparantly had gotten ahold of some of these the week that he...well...went psycho.  Everyone Jen has talked to who was hanging out with him said that he was eating them like candy.  Now, I dont know how much you know about shrooms, but the long and short is that in small ammounts, they do things to you.  Larger ammounts cause audible and visual haluscinations.  He ate them like candy.  And yes, you can OD on them and yes, they are poison.  He basically poisoned himself. 

This may have been what made him believe in this King Stuart stuff. 

The account from his friends who were with him the night that he ended up on a bridge for six hours say that he was acting...well a bit strange.  They said that he demanded them all to call him King Stuart.  Then when they went to the restraunt, things got worse.  He stepped ahead of everyone and put his name in as King Stuart, then when she called him, she said just Stuart.  He told her that she did it wrong, yelled at her that she had to go back and ANNOUNCE it again as "King Stuart and guests."  He walked with his nose turned up, and sat...well I guess..."royally."  He sat at the end of the table, and announced that dinner was on him because they were such good friends. 

Then there was the thing with the cake.  Yeah, there was a thing with the cake.  I guess one of his friends was having a bad time with his dinner and was back and fourth to the bathroom the whole time.  The first time she brought the cake, he told her that she did it wrong, that shes disobeying him because she has to wait until ALL of his friends were at the table.  Long story short, he made her take it back 3 times.  THEN he demanded a new cake because she let the ice cream melt.  Thats when the manager came over and asked them to pay their ticket and leave.  Sometime after that, they took off leaving him there, and thats when he was asked to leave by the security guards.  He went to go sit on the bridge to "talk to god" and the rest is history. 

He poisoned himself.  Basically, none of us, including his lawyer thinks he was actually suicidal, the general concensus is that he wanted attention and that he wasnt all there when he did it.  Unfortunatley, court was today, and they had to push it back because he wasnt there.  He wasnt there because the hospital is keeping him for another week.  That means they know hes crazy.  Hes playing this "Im afraid of you" thing with Jen, and blames Jen for giving the cops my number that morning.  What was she supposed to do?  Ok...HE asked about the baby, so doesnt it make complete sence to give the cops the number of the person who is taking care of her?  Hes mad because I told the truth, and he is now telling Jen that hes not talking to her until she gets me and my sister to call the hospital and tell them that he DOESNT believe in the government stuff. 

She called me last night crying.  Shes cleaning that house, getting it ready for the new carpet thats coming, and her friend was there painting.  She said it all just hit her because she was cleaning their bedroom, the one that the three of them shared.  She said that she found that there had been some kind of water leakage in there (nobody has been living there in about 3 weeks since theyve started construction) and that a bunch of Rory's clothes and toys were ruined.  She said she found stuff that her and my brother had bought her for when she came back. 

"I dont know, he was doing so good, he had so many people believing in him that he could do this.  He was going to get a job and we were going to throw her a party when she got home.  He was stepping up to be a dad finally and then he just threw it all away by taking all those shrooms.  He messed things up, and I just dont know what to do."

The good news is that I think she may finally be willing to end their relationship.  I told her that by staying with him, shes showing her daughter that its ok for men to treat women that way, and by that way I mean...well...hes emotionally and mentally abusive.  He also abuses himself.  You know, he may not ever have physically hurt Rory.  She wasnt in any danger like that, but in the long run, I mean who wants to see their dad go to the crazy house because he had too many magic mushrooms? 

The bad news is that he wasnt at the visit today either.  Luckily, Jen was able to take his hour, and she was able to have a 2 hour visit.  But when all was said and done and we were getting back to the car, Jen was carrying her and she started asking, clear as a bell,

"Wheres Daddy?"

"Daddy couldnt make it today.  He will be here next week, I promise.  Your daddy loves you."

"My Daddy..."

"Can you tell me bye bye" Jen said as she buckled her in. 

"Bye bye Mommy.  Bye Bye."

I could tell that this was one of the more emotional goodbyes.  Sometimes goodbye is a happy time and Rory is all smiles and so is Jen, but this time it was sad. 

"Maybe Rory will call you on the phone later Mommy, I think that would be ok now, since shes a little more use to...ya know."

"Yeah...maybe."

All I know is that when and if he ever gets out, he will say that the government was keeping him there because he knows too much.  No Richard, the doctors kept you because youre crazy.  The bumper sticker on the back of his truck advertises InfoWars.com.  Ill advertise that here so you can all see what I mean when I refer to his conspiracy bullshit.  That website...thats what he believes in.  Let me know what you think of that. 

Anyway, I need to get started on laundry.  I was shopping/comparing all of those portable washers that hook to the sink (since we dont have laundry hook ups here) and Ive decided that they are a HUGE waste of money.  Like...the ones that are in the $200 range hold 1 cubic foot of clothes.  The only decently sized one was $479 at Sears, and people we arent spending that kind of money on a portable washing machine.  You can get the damn regular ones for like $250, and they hold alot more!  Waste.  I somehow ended that "Im being a good wife by saving his money rather than buying something frivolous" with a damn wash basin.  Im fucked. 

Pray for me.