Yesterday was one of those days that just keeps on giving. Even long after I had lost interest.

The Ollie saga continues. It is extremely sad when you can't believe anything she tells you. This girl is rapidly becoming a big, BIG, disappointment. In February, Krl had a conversation with Ollie's mom and told her then that we felt it would be in Ollie's best interest to be committed to a facility for evaluation. Mental and physical. You have to understand that every time there is a problem, Ollie blames it on blood sugar, yet she is not interested enough to maintain a diet regiment or medication schedule that would improve her health. We have also known for quite some time that Ollie would rather embellish a story than tell it verbatim.

Yesterday Ollie had called Krl and told her that she was under court order to remain in a lockdown facility. She was threatening to walk out. Late yesterday she called again telling Krl that this would be a quick conversation, a deputy was waiting to take her to Big Spring State Mental Hospital for evaluation. And that was the end of the conversation. Krl tried to call Ollie's mom's phone but now it is blocked requiring an access code.

I keep muddling through all the crapola. For a period of time it seemed as though Ollie wanted to force her mom to make a choice between her or her step-dad. Then it appeared she wanted to siphon off any money she could from anybody. The girl that had boundless drive was now lazy and a parasite. When I wade through the happenings of the past six years I get to a point and bog down. Several years ago Ollie's maternal grandmother, Lou Ann, began a campaign for Brett, a cousin, to rent a room from Ollie while he attended school in Lubbock. Brett is an extremely bright kid book wise, but they haven't made a drug, illegal or prescription that he isn't willing to try (or hasn't tried). Last report I had was about a year ago and Brett's grandmother had enrolled him in a fifteen month drug rehab facility that was extremely pricey. I suppose at some point Lou Ann is going to have to step up and fix the other side of this equation. There will be a reckoning.

Ollie and her step dad haven't gotten along very well in several years. While she was close to her step-grandad, this never filtered through to the next level. Of course when Ollie is grasping for straws she will tell you that losing her step-grandad is what put her in this tail spin. I don't think any of us will ever know how much subsidy Ollie received. From her step-grandad, from her mom and step-dad, or from Krl and me. Personally, I don't want to know how many dollars Krl and I have contributed to this farce. I am afraid it would be staggering. It always began with it being a loan and then somewhere in the vast recesses of Ollie's mind she would decide "They owe me that much".

Krl and I had tried to make one last effort. O.K., it was actually two last efforts. We felt with things as strained as they were at Ollie's mom's house, we needed to help get her away from there. I can only imagine what it was like to have her living there and to be honest I sure don't want her living with us. Hopefully we were helping create some distance that would alleviate some of the tension. Obviously it didn't work. We made one final effort to help Ollie get her medications and some groceries and at that time we told her not to call for "bitch sessions" but to feel welcome to call and tell us how good everything was going.

According to Ollie, at this point her step-dad was a man on a mission. To her it almost seemed at every turn he was waiting to spoil her plans and attempts to put things back together. Realize I take anything Ollie says with a grain of salt, but she says the only time she could make the guy happy was if he needed her to run some reefer for him and her mom. She added that he blamed her for his having to come out of retirement and teach again.

I don't know if we will ever filter through all of it. I am losing interest and just want some distance. I do know it is a shame when you can't tell where the fact ends and the fiction begins.

It is frustrating.

The more enjoyable part of the evening was spent watching Kat swim, the pups play and chase, and watching the Country Music Awards. Where did all these new artist come from? My favorite part of the night was Brooks and Dunn performing I Believe. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. Of course Ronnie Dunn goes back to a time when we were all at ACC. I suppose that's another ACC moment.

I really enjoyed the story of how the song happened to be written. Interesting.

"I raise my hands,
Bow my head,
finding more and more truths in the words written in red,
learning that there's more to life than what I can see,
I Believe."

Gotta have that CD.

What's on tap for today. Hopefully some hauling. They only got me one load yesterday. With some recent developments I need to subsidize my income but this isn't much subsidy. I was scheduled for a meeting this morning but received an e-mail telling me that I would not be attending. Instead I am supposed to have a call from one of Marcus's staff, provided we can work out a time that is good for both of us.

Of course I can always come back to my desk and do the accident insurance reporting but I am wising up. If I clear the projects from my desk another comes in. Heh, heh. A cluttered desk means no room for new projects!

Be the real deal!

FATHER, I Believe!