Coming soon either a nasty case of food poisoning or my new favorite restaurant!
Madison, Indiana has officially become the corporate headquarters of Skipah’s Realm. Paperwork has been filed with the post office, next of kin have been notified, and I’m on a first name basis with the local employees of Circle K, Kroger’s, CVS Pharmacy & Lowes. Since Miss Madison and I were sans any offspring this weekend we put the finishing touches on the new office and even had time to fit in a couple of episodes of Jeopardy.
Life is good!
Big news for Miss Madison, the board members had a secret clandestine meeting last week and have promoted her to vice president, or better known as the person that makes sure I don’t write anything to get myself in trouble with my non fan club of blog stalkers, camouflage fashion models, and residents of Kentucky. It’s a six figure salary (by the way can I borrow a couple used Monopoly games anyone) with benefits and stock options. The board even let her have her own little space on here and look forward to some future product reviews from Miss Madison on “girly” things like beauty supplies and cosmetics. I reached out to Victoria’s Secret on
my her behalf, but they called me creepy and hung up on me. Just kidding, I’m holding out for Frederick’s of Hollywood!
Every Hoosier’s worst nightmare! Snow and that license plate on the roads!
All kidding aside the transition to Madison, Indiana has been great. I’m 39 years old and have never been with any one in my life that thinks so independently and intelligently. It’s a pure pinch me kind of experience! We might have the occasional disagreement on politics, but hell Mary Matalin and James Carville seem to be doing just fine (neither of us are that far left/right politically) so no worries there. International readers you may want to Google those two to get a background reference.
Even better she is a DIY’er! That’s do-it-yourself Kentuckian, Mr. Skipah’s super cool bachelor pad pub style kitchen table with medusa level ugly chairs….no problem for her. Quick trip to the fabric store, super cheap sale on five yards of high quality fabric, and to quote Rocky the flying squirrel…. presto! For one Abe Lincoln greenback (plus Indiana sales tax) we now have re-upholstered kitchen table chairs that literally Rock the Casbah!
Five bucks, a staple gun, and a cordless drill can do wonders!
Back in November I received my 15 year service award from my employer. Working for a huge corporation has many benefits and many downfalls. The benefits though kick some major league butt when it comes to service acknowledgements! Mr. Skipah juggled between a 32 inch LED television and a two foot wide propane smoker has his reward for 15 years of playing Mr. Slate at the stone quarry. In the end the smoker won out since I already have a 55 inch television (don’t judge), I can work some magic with a smoker (non Marlboro division) and can’t wait until it shows up on my doorstep in the next week. Sloane, Miss Madison and her troops are going to be ecstatic once they get a taste of some fresh pulled pork and baby back ribs this spring!
The company cookout should be a doozy this spring!
Speaking of Sloane, she for all intensive purposed got “dumped” last week on her grandparents under the guise of “she doesn’t see them as much anymore”, I call bullshit! Sloane’s full time part of the world got hammered pretty well with Snowmaggedon 2016. Tuesday will be the first day she has had school in a week, and she got to spend five days last week in vacation destination New Albany, Indiana with her grandparents. I’m all for her seeing her grandparents as much as possible, but certainly not at my expense. It’s well documented I get her four freaking days a month now and god knows she would only see my mother (her other grandparent) on days I have physical custody of her. I don’t know if her stepdad is sick of her or the powers that be don’t want me to ever see my child, but Miss Madison and I were in the New Albany area Saturday and I was told a big fat NO on taking Sloane out to lunch and spending the day with us shopping for improvements to the corporate abode.
Thankfully I had a better day than these two last Friday!
Mind you, since 12/26/2015 I’ve had her all of three nights and her long last grandparents have had her for six or more nights. I don’t feel like adding the days up on the calendar because it just pisses me off! Maternal grandma and grandpa have been so played and brainwashed they have no idea what is even going on. I can’t get any answers via email nor texting on events going on in Sloane’s life so I just get to bend over and take it. The next freaking person I hear tell me to “work on getting along with
name redacted…rhymes with itch” I’m seriously going to throat punch!
Seriously, who could get sick of softball pictures of Sloane? Certainly not me!
If you haven’t been in the custody battle/divorce arena don’t even try to comprehend what is going on. I’m not belittling anyone, I take all the advice I can get, however this is a special kind of stupid. Willing dad wanting to be involved in his only child’s life as much as possible and I’m told no I can’t take her to lunch or she can’t hang out with me on Saturday so she can spend more time with her grandparents in a week than I get in a month. Does that sound fair? If it does then you are either a rich person that can afford to play the family law drama game, man hating woman that uses the kid as leverage, or just a freaking idiot! Read this if you need to bone up on a narcissistic way of life. Shout out to Adventures from the Maple Tree for throwing that link my way on Facebook. For the record (since I’m stalked I’m sure my inbox will blow up tomorrow), no answer on why Sloane isn’t in Girl Scouts, no answer on softball in the spring, no answers period on anything pertaining to Sloane. To say I’m pissed off and frustrated would be an understatement!