Well, well, well. Look who's found her way back over to her very neglected blog... Bitch off and gets married and suddenly the blogs stop...

Can you believe come June 1, we will have been married for one whole year?! I can't! The year has FLOWN by. To celebrate, we're leaving for Vegas on Saturday for the week.

And it couldn't come at a better time.

Things at work have been hella busy. For real. I've had a huge project that needed to be sent out for a 6/2 arrival date. It's taken up so much of my time that I've been working tons of OT and haven't even been able to take lunch breaks. But I finally got the shit off my desk today so it's been a great relief!

Things at home have been hella busy, too. Well, not so much in *my* home as it is in the home of my MMBB, Jordan. Yes, Jordan. Several weeks ago, I was sitting at my desk at work trying to start on the fucking aforementioned project, and my phone rings. I pick it up and start spewing the normal work greeting when my eyes see that the number on the Caller ID is from MMBB. So instead of finishing my greeting, I say, "Oh hey! How's it going?"

"Stu?" a female voice spits back.

MMBB is not a female. But his mom is. His mom whom I used to be very close with... his mom whom I physically beat 12 years ago... his mom whom I haven't spoken with in about 12 years.

"Yeah?" I responded, wanting to vomit.

"It's me: Whore." (yeah so obviously I'm making names up)

"Yeah?" I ask, feeling the vomit creep up my throat.

"Have you talked to Jordan lately?" she asks, her voice shaking.

I sincerely held the vomit with my breath and when I knew I wouldn't vomit, I responded: "What's going on Whore? Please tell me."

And she told me. We spent two HOURS on the phone. Apparently MMBB was not only an official high school drop out, but he also threatened suicide the week prior because of his breakup from his girlfriend and was becoming violent and destructive toward her and the house.

She was calling ME, asking ME for advice. Last I checked I'm not a mother. Last I checked I work an office job with no psychological credentials. Oh but that's right. I'm super aunt. So what if it only took 16 years for everyone else to realize how fucking super I am when it comes to "my kids"?!? (please understand that I'm being sarcastic and threat my kids the way kids should be treated - which is apparently a foreign concept to many parents today hence my sarcasm)

LONG STORY short: she got him admitted to a behavioral center that forced him to stay a minimum of 5 business days and if she were to take him out prior to the minimum stay, she would be arrested.

Can you hear the angels sing, folks? Well they did that day....because my MMBB was finally getting the help he so desperately should've received a good three years prior!

The place was great. They treated him like he was in a prison - or so he claimed. He was miserable. He cried. He hated it in there so bad that he participated in all of their group sessions and did whatever was asked of him. He wanted out. He finally got a taste of how things COULD really be if he didn't quit with the shit. Finally.

He even talked with his father/my brother a couple times! (yeah, don't get me started on the fact that his parents are finally just now stepping up to the plate with this kid who's been ACHING for their ... parenting... for years now)

They diagnosed him with a mild form/case (not sure what the correct terminology would be here) of bipolar and put him on the lowest dosage of Ambilify. Ahhh, Ambilify. Sounds ... nice.

He's been released but he's got to undergo intensive outpatient therapy and abide by rules in order to NOT go back again - and in order for his mother to not get her sorry ass thrown in jail for neglect.

Can you hear the angels sing, folks? I can. And I'm going to do whatever I can to get this kid to hear them, too.

He can do this. He can and he will because nobody else will.

Like I said earlier: this trip to Vegas couldn't come at a better time!