Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Busy weekend, time to relax...

I had a busy weekend, worked a little bit of overtime.  Not much as Sarah hurt her foot and I had to take her to Urgent Care.  Her father did finally pick her up and visit with her for a couple hours on Sunday.  I have sent him numerous messages regarding child support etc.. but he just ignores them.  I was feeling very desperate yesterday.  I had 3 "Wesley bucks" I received at work for good performance and cashed them in for $15 in gift certificates for a local convenient store.  I sold one for cash to a co-worker so I could have lunch.  I had $14 dollars left on my child support card from Travis' father and I bought some essentials at the grocery.  Now I am broke.  I am really upset.  I will call over to EOC today and see if I can get a couple bags of groceries from the food pantry. 

I will get my paltry check from the Haunted Hayrides next week and get paid again next Wednesday.  We go to court Friday too.  I hope something gets done and its not put off so he can hire his expensive lawyer again.  I wonder if his new girlfriend knows or cares that he doesn't pay child support?  Probably not...  He is a skilled liar.  Probably has me made out to be the bad guy while he is the innocent victim. 

I had a dream last night involving alot of feces tracked into Wesley (the nursing home I work at) and also on residents etc.. 

Also dreamed about a summer lover of years ago.  Summer of 1990 actually!  Francisco Cortez Ramirez...  He was a sweet young man...  Long black hair and light brown skin.  He had a lovely accent and these deep brown eyes.  I hated to see him go at the end of the track seaon. 

Francisco.. I met him one night at a club in downtown Saratoga.  He had a fake ID because he was only 19.  I was there with my brother.  I saw him standing there, he looked like a Native American to me.  So beautiful.  I finally struck up the courage to ask him to dance.  I remember I had on this pink and white top with fringe on the bottom and it said Playgirl on it.  The song was Love Shack by the B-52's.  I remember telling him that this song reminds me of where I live.  At the time I was living with my cousin John and his wife Ginny up in an old house in Gansevoort.  It was such a wonderful summer, full of friends and parties.  Anyhow...  I arranged to meet him the following evening and my brother took us up to the Alley bar and we played pool and drank Tequila!  My brother nicknamed him "Paco".  I was falling in love with Francisco and I think the tequila helped!  I took him over to my brother's apartment and went up and fooled around with him in the bedroom!  We got together every chance we could.  We would make love in my bedroom at John's with the sunlight streaming over us.  I can see his skin now and how I marveled at the difference in our complexion.  I had just gotten out of the AirForce at this time and my sense of freedom was enormous.  The only time he ever got angry with me was because I kept calling him "jerk" in a playful way.  I liked to tease him too because in his language there is no "J" so he pronounced everything with a "Y" instead.  So he was a Yerk in a Yacket!  I used to laugh. 

I remember when we parted.  I dropped him off at the track and he kissed me and he ran off.  He told me he was trying not to cry.  I got a couple letters from him and a few phone calls.  I got pregnant with Travis that fall (not by him).  When I told him, he said he was sorry and told me he was engaged to marry someone.  I still think about him and dream about him on occasion. 

His horse at the track that he took care of was called Fly so Free.  He won the Juvenile that year down in Belmont. 

Well, enough reminicing.  I probably have my Mom all blushing by now when she reads this!   Love you MOM!   :)  

Linda

8 comments:

layla44808 said...

I don't know why men can't just pay what they are supposed to for their kids...
and yes, they all seem to want to come out the victim..I hope your court date goes well for you...
Sheri

madcobug said...

I hope the Judge sticks it to Dave for being a deadbeat dad and sees that he pays back support. One funny wierd dream and one built on memories. I like the memory one the best, at least it gave you good memories to take you back in time. Helen

emabecmar said...

I really can't stand dead beat dads. their man enough to make the child but when it comes to supporting it, some run or just don't care. I have an ex son in law who hasn't paid child support in all the years my granddaughter is now which is 6. he's remarried and has another daughter on the way. wonder if he'll stick around for this baby. i will say a prayer and send you good vibes on friday and hope the judge kicks his butt.
Cindy

fowfies said...

When we would get low on money I would scrape together as much stuff as I could part with and have a yard sale. A friend of mine did that recently, they were about to lose their house...she made over 700 dollars with that yard sale. I hope you can catch up soon and have a few dollars to spend. I want that judge to kick his butt and good on Friday, looking forward to hearing about him getting this just desserts.

jlocorriere05 said...

I hope you manage to get some money out of Dave, it's no fun being broke. It's nice to look back at your memories and remember happy times. Maybe Francisco does the same! Jeannette xx  

nightmaremom said...

I'm cursing Dave...  I am sending good vibes.. and hoping things work out quickly
hugs
d

meldermama said...

AAAKKKKK!  too much info for this old mama!  LOL  I hope things work for you email me soon please  Love Love LoveMom

wwfbison said...

I loved your story about Francisco...how romantic and he sounds beautiful!!!  I hope your financial situation gets better ~ it just ticks me off so much that your x gets away with not supporting HIS daughter, jerk!
Lisa
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