January's betrayal Addendum

Dear Inverted Cow friends. 

Last week I posted an entry based entirely on a supposition. Marianne later proved it to be true when she sent me her "letter". She stated that she had an affair with her old boyfriend, and that it "just happened and was not planned" Although she eluded to the probability when we were discussing the trip. Ever since September when we returned from our failed expedition to Calgary (see there and back again..) Marianne has been more of a recluse to the point where I began to feel as if I had a roommate again not a wife.

I have found her lying to me on several occasions, more so since she encountered Armond on facebook. Since then she has hurt and blocked everyone. If she really knew me she could have told me and we would have worked something out. Hurt?! You bet your ass I am hurt.  Mad angry upset hurt but most of all insulted. She broke a covenant we had with God, several in fact. She broke our vows and our covenants. She lied to me. I can deal with the infidelity, I can deal with the fact she doesn't want to live with me, or even love me anymore. Although she still said she loves me even after they consummated the affair, just another lie.

But I regress, the reason for this blog entry is I feel I gypped you my faithful reader out of the little stories that happen here in our world. But for this I can attempt to make amends.

Stories From the Cheese Wagon.

Since the Christmas break I have been filling in on a route for Moosehorn school. For those who know this town is one of those blips on the map where you take you foot off the gas for one minute and then you get back up to speed. You can pass it and not even know you were there.

There is this quint little Church out in the middle of nowhere on my route and I am hoping to one day get a few pictures of it. (as soon as I get a working camera)

One afternoon I had a few of the kids getting a little carried away with the horseplay. I am a wretched bus driver when it comes to discipline. I do not like to have to bark at my kids at all. But this day we had one little kindergarten age kid get his toque pulled on. He has little tie strings all knotted up and ended up getting choked. He was more terrified than anything. I got the ordeal straightened out on the bus and then got everyone home safely. (#1 priority: get kids home alive and safely)  An hour later when I get home I called the affected parents, one of whom already was calling me, (yikes). I informed the parents that as I would now have to write up paperwork on the students that the students would have to also be involved and I would need dispositions from each member.  (remember Art despises paperwork) The principle of the school got the papers the next morning and she had a laugh that I made them write down what happened from each of their perspectives.

The parent of the instigator and I had a long chat and she requested her son be placed at the front of the bus. She told me that if she could she would have him belted in, at that point I informed her that I as a bus driver would NEVER put a seat belt on a kid! EVER! I explained that once installed the seat belt is a lap style belt that usually buckles at  the waist of the child and should be secured snugly. I said that as the driver I will NEVER not matter what EVER want to be in a position where my hands are anywhere near a child, let alone a child's waist. In today's age I would have a video on you tube of me fondling a kid before I even got the bus back home and most likely would have angry parents or shotgun toting mad dads at my door before I ever had an opportunity to explain otherwise.  She suddenly understood as to why we do not put seat belts on buses!

Hope update

Hope Mitza and Midnight are also missing Marianne. But I will not place anymore venom here about that. Hope keeps running around looking for mom it is cute, annoying as all heck but cute. Mitza has started to snuggle with me whenever she can, and Midnight is finally not hiding all the time. Poor kids this kind of stress cannot be good for them.

We had a few incidents with a shrew getting into the house, I was working at the computer and Hope came running in chasing one all over. She would bat it under something and then attempt to fish it out, the shrew would grab her paw or leg and then cling on for dear life. Hope then would dance all over the house attempting to get it off. She would shake it loose then they wold start all over again. After three or four incidents she lost the shrew in a bunch of preserves that we have sitting under a counter. I fished the jars out of the way and caught the little bugger. Then for your amusement, and mine, I tossed it into a large plastic bottle and placed it on the floor. This is what happened next, I did have to do some editing as I had almost 15 minutes of footage of her playing with the bottle. Also the camera is not that high of quality so the footage is not so good. But I hope you enjoy.



Last thoughts, 

I am still hoping to find a way to get a workable camera I know that I have some old cellphones laying around someplace and perhaps I can work a couple of them to be able to get some snaps for you.  I feel so bad not having a blog full of pictures,  it looks so.... vanilla!

I will apologize in advance to the friends of the inverted cow if over the next few months I am still pining for Marianne and it shows. I am hoping to have life back to normal as soon as I am able.

Don't worry I will still post next weekend right on schedule.
Cheers C[_]