Good evening fellow cyberspacers! Writing a little earlier today than normal, but I have to get something off of my chest. Went to court today for child support. I must say that I am officially disgusted with the whole process. First off, B was able to get a public defender FOR A FAMILY MATTER, which I was told they didn't handle. Then, his almighty p.d. didn't show up for court, and B got a continuance! On a contempt hearing! So, when all was said and done, I asked the child support attorney: "How many years behind in child support does he need to be before you guys decide to hold him accountable for his responsibilities?" So she said what anyone trained in diffusing hostile situations would say: "I know exactly how you feel..."
Here's how the conversation went:
Me: "No, obviously you don't know how I feel, because if you had even a small idea, we wouldn't be standing here right now. And I would like to know why he(B)even had the right to object to a warrant when he was in contempt in the first place."
CSA: "Well, two years ago, a man was thrown in jail for nonpayment, and he fought it. The case went before the supreme court, and that was how the law was put in place giving the non-payer the right to object to a warrant. Also, B says he is starting a job on Monday, so we will see how that goes..."
Me: "Did I mention to you that I am a heart surgeon, and I took the afternoon off of work to be at this hearing, which I must admit is an absolute joke."
CSA: "Really? You're file doesn't say that you are a heart surgeon..."
Me: "Well, just because I say something doesn't mean that it is true. He told you that he hasn't been employed for two years, but that isn't what he told the mediator. He admitted to her that he worked for a moving company a year ago, but didn't pay any support while he was employed there. That's why you need to start making him provide proof for the things that he is telling you."
CSA: "I understand your frustration, but that is the law. Unfortunately, he has the right to object. But one thing that is good. The burden of proof is on him. He has already been found in contempt, so he has to either provide payment on that day, or give good reason as to why he cannot pay."
Me: "Are you going to make him prove whatever he tells you? I mean, when he says he has been looking for employment, are you going to make him provide proof of application? Or, if he says that he is starting a job, are you going to make him provide proof of that, like names of employers, contact information, etc."
Well, the conversation went on like that for a few more minutes. If I hear one more person tell me that they understand my frustration, I swear they will get clocked! That CSA lady must have told me that at least five times! I know that she is trained to say that, but if I may give some advice: Don't say that you understand someone's frustration/pain/sorrow/etc. if you have never felt that type of frustration/pain/sorrow/etc. It only pisses the other person off.
I would really like to know why in the state of Wisconsin the DEADBEAT DAD'S have so many rights? What about the childrens' right to be financially supported by both parents? I keep hearing the family court people harping about not being on either parents' side, but instead trying to do what is in the best interest for the children. But more and more, I see the truth. The family court could really care less what is in the best interest of the children. I'm not really sure whose best interest they are looking out for, but I will be sure to keep you posted as I get more information.
As if the child support thing isn't bad enough, but I am also grounded from the gym for the rest of the week. Doctor's orders. Turns out that all the training for the 5ks that I wanted to do later this summer is making my colitis flare up. Sucks...I kinda use the gym as a way to relieve stress, and to find out that for at least a week I am grounded just really sucks.
Well, I'm getting tired, so I'm going to pop off for the night. Just a word to the wise...don't drink and type. Cuz once it's out there, you can't take it back.
Think before you publish...
A
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
My first 2-mile...
Good evening fellow bloggers! Hope you all had a great weekend! It was Milk Days down in Harvard, so my kiddos and I spent the weekend vegging out on carnival food, watching the parade, and hanging with family. Good times, good times...
On the way down to IL, I almost hit a boat on the Interstate. Yes, you read correctly, a boat...on the Interstate. Why you ask? Well, what happened was this: we are cruising along singing with the tunes on the radio, when I see what I thought was a small car coming from the opposite direction across the grass. So I did what every sane person would do and wondered what the heck the person driving that "vehicle" was thinking, when I realized that it wasn't a car, but in fact a boat. A red and white striped boat on its trailer coasting in the grass, directly towards where my van was headed. I slammed on my brakes, narrowly avoiding colliding with the rogue watercraft, and the vehicle in the lane beside me (which happened to be a silver late model truck) smashed into it, decimating the boat and sending trailer parts into the air. It was mad crazy! Woke up the babies! So I called 911 and reported what happened, asked K and K if they were okay, and made sure I kept my eyes open for runaway boats for the rest of the trip.
Saturday was my first 2-mile. That was so much fun! I got there at 6:45 to register, then waited till 8 am for the race to start. My mom came with K and K and MacKenzie, which was a nice surprise. I liked having someone there to cheer me on. It made me feel good about myself. Saturday was a hot day. My temp thingy in my van read 83 degrees at 6:30. The race started and ended at Jefferson School. They also had a 10k, but I think I'll do that next year. This being my first real race, I didn't want to overdo it. I got to keep my bib from the race, and I got a printout of my stats. My overall place was 129th, my place according to sex was 62nd, and according to my age group I came in 10th. Total time was 26:32. I'm super happy with that time! To some people, that may not sound like anything spectacular, but this is where I came from: I quit smoking just over 7 months ago, I had a baby 9 months ago, I was hospitalized 6 months ago, and I have NEVER been able to run distances, even before I started smoking. So yeah, I'm really happy with how I did because I gave it my best, and I had a blast doing it. I think I may have found my new habit. There are a couple of 5ks that I would really like to do this summer as well, and this 2-mile gave me a little taste of what those will be like.
Okay, there is something that has been driving me absolutely crazy for a while, and I have to vent, so if you want to stop reading here, I promise I won't be offended...
Have you ever known someone who is always trying to one-up you? Someone who is constantly trying to undermine your good news with something of their own? Whether it has to do with some activity or group their child is involved in or some new hobby they picked up. No matter what you say, they have a better story about the exact same thing. Almost like they are trying to convince you that their life, morals, ways are better than yours (or better yet, trying to convince themselves) I have a friend like that. He doesn't seem to have an identity of his own, he just borrows bits and pieces of other peoples'. You can take any hobby, any moral, any like/dislike and attribute it to one of his peers. It almost seems like he finds a friend and tries to become that person (I know, I totally get visions of The Talented Mr. Ripley when I think about this him), down to the attitudes, the clothing style, the vocabulary, job choices, etc. Now he is doing it to me. I have noticed it getting worse bit by bit, but I'm starting to get a little aggravated. And I don't know how to mention it without sounding snobbish. I mean, doesn't this sound a little second-grade to you "Stop copying me!" (nasally voice and all) I just don't know what to do. I don't want to let this go on any longer because I will end up snapping and probably saying something that I will regret and I would rather not sacrifice the friendship, but at the same time, if I wanted a "swim fan", I would go out and buy the movie...ugh. It's just so darn frustrating. I don't even know if he notices himself doing it. Maybe its a psychological-thing that he can't help, I don't know.
Well, I have to get to bed. Tomorrow is the big day. My first daycare family is starting tomorrow afternoon, so I have to make sure I get enough sleep tonight so I can get the house in order tomorrow morning. You all have a good night, and I'll catch ya on the flipside, lol.
A
On the way down to IL, I almost hit a boat on the Interstate. Yes, you read correctly, a boat...on the Interstate. Why you ask? Well, what happened was this: we are cruising along singing with the tunes on the radio, when I see what I thought was a small car coming from the opposite direction across the grass. So I did what every sane person would do and wondered what the heck the person driving that "vehicle" was thinking, when I realized that it wasn't a car, but in fact a boat. A red and white striped boat on its trailer coasting in the grass, directly towards where my van was headed. I slammed on my brakes, narrowly avoiding colliding with the rogue watercraft, and the vehicle in the lane beside me (which happened to be a silver late model truck) smashed into it, decimating the boat and sending trailer parts into the air. It was mad crazy! Woke up the babies! So I called 911 and reported what happened, asked K and K if they were okay, and made sure I kept my eyes open for runaway boats for the rest of the trip.
Saturday was my first 2-mile. That was so much fun! I got there at 6:45 to register, then waited till 8 am for the race to start. My mom came with K and K and MacKenzie, which was a nice surprise. I liked having someone there to cheer me on. It made me feel good about myself. Saturday was a hot day. My temp thingy in my van read 83 degrees at 6:30. The race started and ended at Jefferson School. They also had a 10k, but I think I'll do that next year. This being my first real race, I didn't want to overdo it. I got to keep my bib from the race, and I got a printout of my stats. My overall place was 129th, my place according to sex was 62nd, and according to my age group I came in 10th. Total time was 26:32. I'm super happy with that time! To some people, that may not sound like anything spectacular, but this is where I came from: I quit smoking just over 7 months ago, I had a baby 9 months ago, I was hospitalized 6 months ago, and I have NEVER been able to run distances, even before I started smoking. So yeah, I'm really happy with how I did because I gave it my best, and I had a blast doing it. I think I may have found my new habit. There are a couple of 5ks that I would really like to do this summer as well, and this 2-mile gave me a little taste of what those will be like.
Okay, there is something that has been driving me absolutely crazy for a while, and I have to vent, so if you want to stop reading here, I promise I won't be offended...
Have you ever known someone who is always trying to one-up you? Someone who is constantly trying to undermine your good news with something of their own? Whether it has to do with some activity or group their child is involved in or some new hobby they picked up. No matter what you say, they have a better story about the exact same thing. Almost like they are trying to convince you that their life, morals, ways are better than yours (or better yet, trying to convince themselves) I have a friend like that. He doesn't seem to have an identity of his own, he just borrows bits and pieces of other peoples'. You can take any hobby, any moral, any like/dislike and attribute it to one of his peers. It almost seems like he finds a friend and tries to become that person (I know, I totally get visions of The Talented Mr. Ripley when I think about this him), down to the attitudes, the clothing style, the vocabulary, job choices, etc. Now he is doing it to me. I have noticed it getting worse bit by bit, but I'm starting to get a little aggravated. And I don't know how to mention it without sounding snobbish. I mean, doesn't this sound a little second-grade to you "Stop copying me!" (nasally voice and all) I just don't know what to do. I don't want to let this go on any longer because I will end up snapping and probably saying something that I will regret and I would rather not sacrifice the friendship, but at the same time, if I wanted a "swim fan", I would go out and buy the movie...ugh. It's just so darn frustrating. I don't even know if he notices himself doing it. Maybe its a psychological-thing that he can't help, I don't know.
Well, I have to get to bed. Tomorrow is the big day. My first daycare family is starting tomorrow afternoon, so I have to make sure I get enough sleep tonight so I can get the house in order tomorrow morning. You all have a good night, and I'll catch ya on the flipside, lol.
A
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