Well, this years blogging isn’t exactly off to a good start. One post for the entire month of Jan.

What can I say, I’ve been busy. On top of all the things going on for the wedding and what not, I am attempting to encourage a freeloading married couple to get out of my apartment of their own freewill. Unfortunately, it’s my fiancée’s eldest daughter and her husband. 

In order to protect the guilty, I’ll just call them “him” and “her”.

Over the past seven months we have seen him accomplish great and wonderful things on the XBOX360 and Play station 2. He has beaten a large number of games. He has worked tirelessly, staying up until the small hours of the morning playing games.

In the same amount of time we have seen him work less than 21 days out of 7 months. If he had put half the effort he puts into games, into getting gainful employment, he would be working at least 40 hours a week now.

He is a very immature thirty year-old. And she at twenty has the same level of maturity that he does at thirty. This is not a compliment to her, as she is still a very self centered, self important, teenage grasshopper who seems to expect the world to be handed to her on a silver platter.

In her defense, she actually turns into a human being when he isn’t around. Yet, I’m the one being accused of controlling my wife by her daughter.

In the past seven months I have not seen any indications that he has any desire to be out on his own or to take care of his family, thus it is my belief, that until such time as he is forced to stand up and take care of his wife and three daughters, (yes, one with “her” and two others from a previous relationship) that he will seek to live off the milk of human kindness for as long as humanly possible. It is a sad state of affairs when someone would choose to fail, in order to delegate the responsibilities for this family to those who would be kind enough to take him in.

My attempts thus far to remove them have gone over like a turd in a punch-bowl.

Back in the end of December, my fiancée and I gave them a deadline of Groundhog Day to get the hell out and into their own place. I figured a month, plus a week to deal with the birth of their new baby, would have been a reasonable amount of time to get a place and get out.

Well, here it is the seventh of Feb, and they are still here.

My fiancée and I discussed what to do on the third when they missed the deadline. And we came up with a few ideas.

Those ideas included:

1. Your use of the televisions outside of your bedroom is hereby rescinded. You will not make use of the televisions outside of your bedroom for any reason.
2. Your use of the computers in the house is hereby rescinded. You will not make use of the computers in the house for any reason. This includes my son’s computer, even if his express permission is given. As my funds purchased his computer, the final say in your use of it is mine.
3. PS2 in your room will be returned to my fiancée.
4. Dinner shall be prepared and ready at 6pm.
5. The dog shall be walked for no less than twenty minutes twice a day, every day.
6. You will attend church services with my fiancée and I from 1pm to 4pm on Sunday.
7. HE will be working, or out of the house looking for work from 8am to 5pm Monday thru Friday. No sick days will be tolerated without a doctor’s note.
8. The house, with the exception of the bedrooms, will be vacuumed every day.

I figured the two of us would start out slow:

You were given until groundhog day to get your own place. You failed to do so. I can’t throw you out, because my fiancée won’t let me.

However, that doesn’t mean that we have to provide you with games.

If you need Google, use the public library, or the phone book.

The power cord will stay here and the computer lockout will remain until the two of you can move out into your own place.

This elicited a temper tantrum of epic proportions. He decided he would pack up all of his stuff into his piece of shit truck and live out of his truck. He claims that he hoped it would be enough to allow me to return the power cord to the TV so that my son, and my fiancée’s son would have use of the television.

As my father has been known to say; “When you throw a rock into a pack of dogs, the one you hit yelps.” Neither my son, no my fiancée’s son threw a fit. Sure, my fiancée’s kid was less understanding than my eldest, but he’s the youngest out of the family and it’s to be expected. However he didn’t throw “a fit”. My son has his own PC, and it’s not big deal to him. My fiancée’s kid has been given computer time, and he’s just fine. So the very idea that his moving out was a “noble” gesture for the younger kids is bullshit, and was obvious bullshit to me from the beginning.

He was yelping… and based on his reaction the games are more important to him than his wife and daughter. After all, why else would he be willing to “move out” if his wife and two week old mattered to him.

His moving out into his truck, naturally, elicited a huge crying fit from his wife. The show of boo-hoo-ing would have been Oscar winning, if it was on film.

Unfortunately for them, my best friend’s mom was the Queen Bitch of the Universe, and could guilt trip you like nobody else. I learned not to fall for her bullshit, and I’m not about to let some amateur like her get to me with her crocodile tears.

Being a nice guy, I sent my eldest son out to him with the address of a homeless shelter, as it was supposed to be cold and there was no sense in letting him die of hypothermia. At the same time, I wasn’t about to give in on the loss of the games.

To make a long story shorter, he moved back in that evening, and I haven’t backed down yet.

Friday night they did take the XBOX360 into their room and hooked it up to their TV. My eldest son warned them that it was going to piss me off, but they did it anyway. This, of course, was in direct violation of the messages I quoted above. So I removed both the XBOX360, and implemented number 3 on the list by liberating my fiancée’s PS2 as well.

Once again, they are throwing a tantrum, however quieter this time. He’s made it known he’s pissed with his body language.  The most comical part of this is that my fiancée’s daughter wasn’t pissed off about it when her mother told her about it in the car while they were out. But now that she’s home with him, she’s giving us attitude as well.

Once again, who’s controlling who?

So all this over a bunch of stupid games that are eating up his time and are distracting him from doing what he needs to do to provide for his family. What a complete fucking loser.

Well, here we are again. A new year, and a new blog. Last year I ended up being too busy and too pissed off to bother blogging. So now that I have my divorce from my ex-wife in the final stages, and most of the nuttiness from the election has died down to dull roar, maybe I can get back to blogging without feeling like too much of leper.

Ron Paul is still a flaming retard. John McCain is a gutless, spineless, wonder. Obama is still the President, even if he does sound more and more like Jimmy Carter as time goes on. The Republican’s hope to make huge strides forward in the mid-term elections. In the mean time, the Democrats are in such disarray, that they will be lucky if they manage to pass anything that doesn’t resemble an economic disaster. Not to mention the huge missteps they are making with national security, I just wish they weren’t shooting themselves in the foot at the expense of the American public.

I hope that the past few months of silence has bored my favorite cyber-stalkers into finding new and more interesting people to harass. However, if they are still around, and still don’t have lives, I suppose it goes a long way to vindicating my negative opinions of them.

In any case, this year looks to be a fairly busy one. My divorce will be legally final the 20th of Feb, and my fiancée and I have a wedding planned on the 27th of Feb. I suppose that means I’ll be single a whole week before tying the knot again.

As far as I’m concerned the day that I agreed to my ex-wife’s demand for a divorce, I was a single man and could do pretty much whatever the heck I wanted. What was she going to do… divorce me?

Then, after the excitement from the wedding dies down, in June my other two sons should be arriving. So we’ll have all three of my sons, plus my fiancée’s son here in Arizona with us. That should make for a very full house.

So… here we are… New Job, New Wife, New Life…