I have finally managed to get to here with no idea what the blog will look like but I am far behind so let me RANT first . 5 days till Christmas doesn't matter when you aren't in the mood for Christmas, just getting it here and gone is good.
court did not happen trial postponed my attorney was unavailable. WTF??? expensive attorneys are not always the answer.
crazy fukr is still crazyin his trial brief he says he is 62. he is 63. I will copy from here and maybe it will help me to understand.
" Mr. Larmore is a 62 year old Veteran of the Vietnam War and suffers from chronic post-traumatic stress disorder, major depressive disorder, anxiety disorder, marijuana use(Washington State certified for medical use), bilateral inguinal hernia, restless leg syndrome, chronic low back pain, reflux disease, hearing loss and chronic right ankle pain. While serving in one of his three tours, he was injured and many of his fellow soldiers were killed. During this event, he was traveling in the back of the vehicle when he got "a funny feeling" and moved to the front. Several moments later the vehicle was hit and he was wounded. Most of the men who were sitting in the back, the area he left, were either severely injured or killed.
The Parties separated in December 2010 and have lived separately since then(I went to take care of my Mother then we separated when I kicked him out of Pine St. March 1st, 2011)
LAW:
RCW 26.09.090 sets out the statutory framework for determination of an award of spousal maintenance. It is to be read in conjunction with RCW26.09.080,- the disposition of property and debt. Generally any factors but fault can be considered by the court as to the award. maintenance is not meant to be a "perpetual lien" on the earnings or income of the other spouse. hogberg vs hogberg, 64WNblablabla (1964) "It is not the policy of the law to place a permanent responsibility upon a divorced spouse to support a former wife; she is under an obligation to prepare herself so that she might be self supporting." (here I must say if this WAS the POLICY would it stop people like Mr Larmore from marrying fleecing and being free to divorce and do it again? he knew what he was doing so well, he took every THING. and still is claiming I have his stuff...but I digress)
Cleaver vs Cleaver (1977)..... Maintenance is meant to be a "flexible tool" to attain a just result.
in re the marriage of Washburn, 101Wn 2d 168,677 P.2d152 (1984).
Among the relevant factors are:
1. Financial feasibility. Mr. Larmore has a 70% disability Veterans award and Social Security benefits that total about 3600a month. ( yeah as of dec 2010 that was close to his income.) while Mrs. Larmore has Social Security benefits of 1234 a month. Mr Larmore is attempting to become gainfully employed. which will reduce the benefit amount he receives.(Mrs Larmore became 100% disabled during the relationship)
2. Duration of marriage this is a short term marriage of five years. (cant tell his own age and cant tell he just went past our 7th anniversary)
3.Age. Mr Larmore is 62 years old, DOB 12-07-49 and Mrs. Larmore is 49 years old, DOB 08-04-63.
4. Emotional condition; both parties have psychological and physical limitations.(yes we do, but I did not use his limitations to take from him, as he used my brain injury to get money out of my retirement account.)
5.Standard of living; While together, the parties had a modest lifestyle. (really? my 269,000. and his 289,000. from 2005 thru 2010, that is how much money {most of it tax free dollars} we PISSED through. and what do I have to show for it ?? bankruptcy in 2010; foreclosure in 2011; car repo-ed in 2011; I live with my son. I have scrap stuff and he still wants half.)
RCW26.09.090 governs the disposition of property. Mr Larmore has previously submitted a property list to the court and requests the return of his property.
( he had 3 months alone in our home while I was taking care of my Mother after her surgery, he had already sent the house into foreclosure, he started moving his stuff to the shop before we got official word of the foreclosure, he knew what was happening, and when I found out about Angela Harper-Snyder, I told him to move out by March 1st, I wanted whatever time was left to me in my home without him there. he had all that time to get his stuff out or to hire someone to do it for him, he had no bills, other than shop rent. EVERY THING that he left at Pine st is GONE. I walked away from it. I paid someone to take my scrap stuff and my personal furniture(that I had before Mr Larmore came around), to my bedroom and scrap room IN my SONS home.
both of us had lists with the court. I only had one, repeated it twice, and still haven't got the items on it. I was boxing up his private stuff in March, April, and May of 2011 and my son was taking it to him by the carload until Johnnie called my son a thief and a liar in court. )
Discussion:
Both parties have significant mental and physical limitations. They have been separated since 2010, their marital residence has been foreclosed and they have been involved in a very contentious case in which there is little to fight about. Mr Larmore should be allowed to get his property back. In July of 2011, this court ordered Mr Larmore to pay $500. a month as spousal support to Mrs Larmore but he has failed to do so. He alleges that Mrs. Larmore is an avid scrapbooker and is able to drive substantial distances to attend functions. After various discussions about the need to finalize this dissolution, he now recognizes the need to follow the courts decisions and is willing to commit himself to do so. he offers to pay Mrs. Larmore $500 a month as spousal support for a total of three years.
all submitted on 12-12-12.
so what is all of this BS can anyone tell me ? and can any one tell me how the heck to come out ahead?
Mt.St. Helens
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Fall Retreat 2012
and on my return to the house has a nice black-tail deer. so we will have red meat this winter. ! I am so very blessed.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Face book funny on a weird day...
..THIS IS AN ACTUAL CUSTOMER REVIEW FROM A MAN ON AMAZON.CO.UK AFTER USING VEET HAIR REMOVAL CREAM FOR MEN.
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving ...attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~ friday funny for you :0 !
After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving ...attempts had only been mildly successful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus's birthday as a bit if a treat.
I ordered it well in advance and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews and wrote them off as soft office types...Oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen. I didn’t have long to wait.
At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling not to bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the plughole with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen, by this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, toe the lid off and positioned it under me. The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the draw for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and an tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me.
This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before.
Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering “ooooohhh that feels good” Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout fired against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…so to sum it up, VEET removes hair, dignity and self-respect ~ friday funny for you :0 !
Friday, September 14, 2012
Thankful
could be that fall is in the air could be that the x went to jail for contempt of court today. hes trying to get his va benefits dropped so he doesn't have to pay alimony. what ever. I am so thankful to have an attorney that is on top of it whether she is on top of notify-ing me doesn't seem to matter, just so the job gets done. (and Lord, that he someday, some way, has to pay it to where ever ....just please stop punishing me with him....)
I am so much better, and still so sick ... will I ever regain my health where any of the last 10 years is concerned? goals now are set need to be battled through the list next week. freedom to move about my town as far as my legs will take me that is !! LOL! you do not know the naughty thoughts that went through my mind today with that truck sitting on the street.... I gave Zane back the truck key right before I left in June. would like to just say done. but have come this far for a reason and what is 10 more weeks, let him sit his ass in jail ! lol ! its freedom for me !
wonderful evening for a glass of wine while the sunsets even if I am only watching it with 2 dogs and 2 cats, I prefer them to most people these days.
I am so much better, and still so sick ... will I ever regain my health where any of the last 10 years is concerned? goals now are set need to be battled through the list next week. freedom to move about my town as far as my legs will take me that is !! LOL! you do not know the naughty thoughts that went through my mind today with that truck sitting on the street.... I gave Zane back the truck key right before I left in June. would like to just say done. but have come this far for a reason and what is 10 more weeks, let him sit his ass in jail ! lol ! its freedom for me !
wonderful evening for a glass of wine while the sunsets even if I am only watching it with 2 dogs and 2 cats, I prefer them to most people these days.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Funny from Mom
When grandma goes to court...
Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi Grandma a question if they arent't prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs Jones, do you know me?" She responded, "why Yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
the lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across the courtroom and asked, "Mrs Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied "Why, yes I do. I've known Mr Bradley since he was a youngster too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with 3 different women, one of them was your wife. Yes I know him."
The defense attorney nearly died.
the Judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and in a very quiet voice said,
"If either of you Idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair."
needed a laugh. and that its about a court room gives it an extra hahahaha....
Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi Grandma a question if they arent't prepared for the answer.
In a trial, a southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs Jones, do you know me?" She responded, "why Yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
the lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across the courtroom and asked, "Mrs Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied "Why, yes I do. I've known Mr Bradley since he was a youngster too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with 3 different women, one of them was your wife. Yes I know him."
The defense attorney nearly died.
the Judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and in a very quiet voice said,
"If either of you Idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair."
needed a laugh. and that its about a court room gives it an extra hahahaha....
Monday, September 3, 2012
Lake Angeles 9/2/12
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