OK,
I've been berated into posting and accused of intentional withholding (which is not true, btw) and so I'll fumble through a post and hope for the best. I did post on my other blog, but whatever.
I want to thank E for the link in her latest blogpost, because I laughed outloud more than once.
Not much of interest is happening right now. We are just adjusting to the new life of school and parenthood, and the oppressive heat is keeping us from doing much (still hitting 108 plus ever day for the last several weeks, barring 1 day.) It has been a joy with Nick here, and he's doing well. We're beginning to realize how much he costs though (alot,) and we're waiting for his mom to call the AG so we can stop paying the support now that he's here. He's taking viola, doind an hour an a half of swimming every day, and basically just living the life of your average 8th grader. I am resisting making my blog a Nicky fan-site though, so enough about him (except this pic!)
So when I feel inspired, I'll post more. :)
For now, the heat, school, and day-to-day life are just sort of settling over me and I'm still adjusting.
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Not to be the bearer of bad news... but when Ayla went to live with Jennifer, EVERYBODY called the AG's office for 2 years. Nothing happened. I even called one time, jumped through all these hoops -- all these papers, signatures, deadlines, and notary public and certified mail. They never received them. I had the return receipt, but they never received it. I did it again. They never received it. In the interest of fairness and well just plain easier for everyone involved, we just mailed the checks back to her along with our check for what we had to pay her. Sometime after 2 years, she went on permanent disability, quit her job and started taking social security and so the AG stopped deducting her salary, since there was none. The problemn resolved itself, but the AG's office did fuck all nothing. But, good luck to you in your endeavor. I'm sure they won't hassle you about being a dead beat dad trying to get out of paying child support. They never held B's maleness against him... well not usually... well o.k. all the time, but only after outright accusing him or just assuming and being pissing throughout the coversation until he explained the situation; and then they apologized. That made it all better, yeah...
A word of advice from B: Don't yell at them. Don't even sound mildly annoyed. They will let you know they don't have take that from anyone, then royally fuck you. "Hmmm," said I... "What are they going do, make sure the paper work gets lost and not make the changes we are requesting..." Yep, I let them have it one time. I didn't yell they would have hung up. That's no fun. Ah, it felt great. But it did take me 2 years to be willing to "risk" it.
By the way, "buttering up the whisker biscuit" sounds like a fun alternative "muff dive."
Ok. I am going to have to out myself, because it is better to sound square, than just plain stupid. Though in the instance there may be some crossover. I clicked onto Tyson's Blog and saw a great big picture of Nick, playing the violin. The title read, "Buttering up the whisker biscuit." I thought that was another way of saying "rosining up the bow." I mean, you put your chin on it... so whisker biscuit seems reasonable... buttering up equals rosining up. But I thought, "Damn if that doesn't sound really sexual." So I posted the second comment. Now, I could strike it... but Tyson still would get it. So, there it is. As it turns out, buttering up the whisker biscuit is muff dive, and amid much laughter to my chagrin B has pointed out that I am just a big square who got 100% cooler the day I married him.
I remember the time I received a letter from the AG stating I had been over-paid, when in fact I hadn't been paid a cent in years. When I called the AG the woman I talked to automatically assumed I was the non-custodial parent because I was male. I had to remind her twice that pressed "2" because I was a custodial parent.
For the record, I got the title for my post from the link on Elaine's most recent post. :)
Yes, Brannon got that, Tyson. I am a goober, however. Hence the much laugher.
Elaine, you crack me up.
Again, for the record, "buttering up the whisker biscuit" is NOT the same as muff dive. It's a euphamism for female masturbation... if you'd like, I can guide you through the analogy, but I'd prefer to do it in private, or at least on your blog, as my mom may be lurking about. :)
Oh... well, it sounds better as a euphamism for muff dive, if you ask me.
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