Some Po Po Emails
I firmly believe that when Greg met with the officer about Gav's bruise, the officer, at that time told Greg he wanted to take action against me. I think this because, just days after meeting the officer, Greg didn't go to jail...he went to court, to file a contempt charge against me, claiming I was trying to alienate the children's natural love for their father. (Can someone please tell Greg he does that quite well on his own? Maybe it's one of his best special skills, now that I think of it.)Anyway, I was stunned to get his contempt stuff, claiming I'd made up false abuse charges, seeing as, well, one, they weren't false, and two, there were so many pending investigations i

Quickie
I want to finish the story of the Gav, his injury, and my undue arrest. And, I will. Right now, my hours at work have been hacked by the evil economy, and, my boss wants me to actually do a project to earn my keep, even. So, that's a little time consuming for the moment. I am so spoiled by the leisure of my office. That's one thing I've never stopped being grateful for, that this job has enabled me to go through all this hubbub without ever worrying I'd get fired for trip # 3456 to court or something. Now, well...eh. The firing may go down, but not for missed time, rather, for bumpy economic times.Yesterday Ro came home with his own home haircut---yes, for anyo

Part 1: The Story Of Gav's Hurt
A few weeks ago I finally went to criminal court.Back around Father's Day, when my Gav got that horrible bruise on his neck, and said his father did it, and it was investigated...things took a turn. Badly.The officer the hospital called to the scene declined to arrest Greg, even though Gav and Ro both said he caused the injury, and at the time, Greg was in the CHANGE abuser treatment program and on probation for domestic violence. A detective was assigned to investigate instead.The dude called me up, and complained bitterly that the cop called in hadn't just made the arrest. He said he had a desk heaped with files for felony child abuse cases that he n

Cracked
This AM, I was wiping up pee from the floor (a surprising amount of my time involves similar activities), and out of nowhere, Ro said "Did you know Daddy and Abby don't even have a mop? They only have a broom to push the dirt around, but they just leave the floors dirty all the time!" (This was in a high pitched, conspiratorial/excited voice, like he couldn't believe the audacity.)I said, "Really? They don't?" or something, to which Ro said "No! It's just dirty on the floor all the time there!" I laughed to myself, for many reasons. Yes, there is an endearing hint of the Greg Sheriff I remember without fondness. That dude was filthy, to an extent that no matter

Going All New Agey
A few months ago, Melly went to some big yoga hippy thing in the desert for two weeks. It was super secluded and the only news that filtered her way was that of Michael Jackson's death. While there, she heard of some kind of healing called Sat Nam Rasayan, and had a session with some dude named Guru Dev, who is like, the Sat Nam Rasayan master of the world. It's a very subtle process, and it sounded kind of cool.Maybe two weeks ago, Hargopal Khalsa, a trainee (disciple?) of Guru Dev was in the area, offering sessions. Though interested, it was a kid weekend for me, and also, it costs dollars to do such things. Melly attended both a workshop and private session with the chick