No changes today with the sock dating pool; every one was present and accounted for, so it’s pure sock harmony here today. They are all in the sock drawer listening to some Al Green and pissing off the single socks as we speak.
My basketball loving KGB hamster was rather pissed today when he found out that Indiana doesn’t have alcohol sales on Sunday. He is trying to use some old Russian homemade vodka recipe with potatoes and the bath tub in time for tonight’s games. I tried to coax him with water, but he muttered some Russian profanity at me, then quickly apologized when I turned off the TV and dangled him over his cage. I told him to suck it up today because we don’t have any more basketball until Thursday. He’s taken to rooting for teams that have mascots that won’t eat him. He’s not a big fan of wildcats, bulldogs or panthers. I tried to explain to him what a Shocker is, but he just muttered something about silly Americans. He did tell me about a KGB mission to kidnap someone who was Irish, though.
My day got off to a bang up start. I needed some new scenery today for my daily walk so I decided to go to the walking bridge. I stopped at my local watering hole for my 44 ounces of liquid nectar and off to the bridge I went. Yes, I willingly walked to Kentucky. I was armed with a pack of Marlboro Reds, WalMart gift card and a “how to make meth” instruction manual to ward off any attackers. I kid because I care. It’s actually a pretty cool trip walking across the bridge and along the river. If you were ever to get lost and wound up in Louisville, KY, a walk along the river and the pedestrian bridge is cheap entertainment, i.e. FREE. Three miles later, I was heading home and started pondering ideas in my head to start my fitness blog. SkippingItWithSkipah.com will have a grand launch in the very near future!
No blonde bomber until Thursday, but it’s time to start worrying about school for next year. She is in a private school, and her mommy and I aren’t agreeing on school for next year. I want her to continue to go to her current school, and Sloane wants to continue going to her school. Her mother wants her to go to public school next year due to financial reasons. I’m not railing on public schools at all, actually they are better than average in my area; HOWEVER, she loves that school. The financial argument is complete bullshit since I pay 75% of the bill, and I don’t live rent and bill free. Let me get this straight: My daughter just watched a messy and ugly divorce, still thinks she can play matchmaker and now I’m supposed to just uproot her from her friends and surrogate family? I don’t think so!
If you feel “un-welcomed” at school that’s on you; maybe you should have thought about this before your reckless behavior in concerns to OUR daughter. Maybe you should have not lied to anyone who would listen to you, only to be proven wrong. Maybe you should have involved yourself with the PTO that you volunteered for. Maybe you should have showed up to all Girl Scout events that you agreed take part in. Our daughter has to suffer because you are “ashamed” to show your face at school? Don’t give me the “high school is expensive” defense either; that’s nine years away! I will work six jobs, sell organs and take part in guinea pig studies before she isn’t able to attend her current school. Since I have an Ipad with a web history from damn near a year ago of you looking up private schools in a location nowhere near here, give me another reason. Give me a frigging legitimate reason she doesn’t keep going to the school she is at now! You can’t. Go hide behind your lawyer, but your signature is on a custody arrangement because you needed that time off to do your business. So, ex-wife, I just put the ball in your court. Are you going to dribble it off your leg again, or are you going to start thinking about your daughter! By the way, at the last court visit you mentioned that this blog showed up on a Google search of you. Since we didn’t swear on a bible you weren’t guilty of perjury, but if you want your name to attached to this blog I can make it happen very easily.
Divorce sucks; bitter ex-wives suck more; bitter ex-wives that don’t look out for their child suck the worst. We get to figure it out, though. The judge said so!