* Booked our flight and hotel to Arizona, finally. I bit the bullet and got a package directly to Flagstaff. We won’t get in until 11 p.m. but we also won’t leave the following Saturday until after 7 p.m. I felt that was a good trade-off. I still need to book the rental car, but I still have a few days for that. Nate will experience his first red-eye flight. Oh yeah, that’s the bad part. The flight back, we’re stopping in Phoenix and… yes, Las Vegas. At least Nate will see Vegas from the air at night.
* Cats have acclimated to “The Death Star.” That would be their new self-cleaning litterbox. Jack did his business within 3 minutes, took Macy and Hermione a bit longer, with Hermione being the longest hold out. Now, they all stop and watch it cycle but aren’t spooked.
* I broke you in the canyon
I drowned you in the lake
You a snake that I would trample
Only thing I’d not embrace
Oh, you couldn’t dam that river
And maybe I don’t give a damn anyway
So you couldn’t dam that river
And it washed me so far away
Nate and I are both looking forward to standing on a corner in Winslow, Arizona. (You know its only an hour from Flagstaff) We have the “Anywhere but Here,” attitude right now. Had a huge blow up with Jeff on Friday. He was angry because the voicemail on Nate’s phone hadn’t been set up. Really. Ummm, there are three people who call Nate. Me, Jeff, and Nate’s sister. We don’t normally call Nate when he’s in school so… no need really for voicemail.
He was also angry that there weren’t any songs downloaded on Nate’s phone. Okay, maybe he has a point with that one. Regardless of how I had tried earlier, it just wasn’t going. I finally got my fine tuning down and he now has a plethora of songs which will stream, wirelessly from my computer to his phone, and then can be downloaded into the music player. He chose THREE SONGS. “Paralyzed” by Finger Eleven, “Low” by Flo Rida, and “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by The Charlie Daniels Band.
I downloaded quite few more, like Daughtry, Black Stone Cherry, Metallica, and one W.A.S.P. even sneaked in. I’ll stream more when the phone has recharged.
Then he went on to bitch about the money for the phone service. It would probably help if he didn’t try to feed me a line of shit about the 2nd phone line being $100 a month, my part being half. Regardless, I offered him the $150 for the phone service, which he refused to accept from me (to date.) Then bitched about paying child support, then bitched about spending his money and losing time from his “job” to pick up Nate from school and he wasn’t doing it anymore. Then bitched that if he was picking Nate up then I would have to be at his house by 4:30 to pick him up because if he wasn’t going to get a break on his child support then he wasn’t going to BABYSIT him.
I told him that was fine, I would make other arrangements since I don’t leave my job until 5 p.m. or later somedays. Then he accused me of trying to take Nate away from him. I told him he couldn’t have it both ways. He can’t bitch about having time with him and then bitch about not having time with him. He needed to pick one. I’ve reminded him before that the Court only counts OVERNIGHT STAYS as a means of reducing child support and I’m not reminding him again.
And trust me, while its helpful for Nate’s medication, that’s about all it covers.
Mind, of destructive taste
I choose…to stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase
Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle crumbles with time…
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime
You opened fire…and your mark was true
You opened fire…aim my smilin’ skull at you
You opened fire…
I live tomorrow, you I’ll not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow
Poor Nate had to listen to all of this even before I got there. Jeff had his gas turned off, my guess after having drank all of his money up, and was pissed. Jeff was angry, belligerent, bullying, and attempting to be physically intimidating and aggressive. I just packed my kid up and left. Then the dickweed called me, continuing to yell (this is when he was talking about picking Nate up from school.) After I very calmly told him not to worry, I would take care of Nate, I hung up on him and turned the phone off.
I asked Nate how much he had heard and he said, “Oh, he was yelling about child support and all of that before you even got there. But let me tell you something, Mom, *points to crook of his arm* If they took my blood, it would show that I’m his and therefore he has to pay.”
Did a wise sage once say that you’ll learn as much from your kids will learn from you?
I’m not sure where he got that from. I try not to talk about things like that with him. I sometimes feel as though I have no choice because it is brought up by the other players in front of him and I try to answer his questions honestly, and I don’t let him watch Maury or Montel, so, still stumped about the whole blood test thing.
So, Nate will be going home with his half-sister until further notice. You know, the one he’s afraid to talk to at school because his dad interrogates him about her. Time for change. Much too late.
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