This mini Mothra has survived two days worth of hell on earth weather wise and not budged!
Greetings from Skipah’s island of internet space. Notice the new look? Yay or nay, just had one to many readers telling me it was too difficult for them to read, and Skipah being one with the people thought he would brighten it up a little bit. Will probably tweak the color scheme some, but gone are the days of the black backdrop. Other housekeeping items from today, I performed my photo shoot for Blogger Digest: Bachelor edition, signed my first book deal of hopefully many to come, and Sloane and I were chosen to throw out the first pitch at a Cincinnati Reds game this August. I may or may not have made the following up but I have to keep certain people on their toes. So I’ll let you be the judge. I will just say the book tour will include stops in Vero Beach, FL, Lawrenceburg, KY, and Foley, AL I would not want to disappoint my most ardent fans.
Right on cue at 4:30 this morning my brand new alarm clock worked like a charm. FLASH FLOOD WARNING blasted my ears via my cell phone a good hour before the real one was supposed to go off. Since this a nightly occurrence any more I’m thinking of hawking my old alarm clock for a kick ass pair of rain boots. I think this evening we have another front moving through but after that I will get to sleep until 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Unfortunately that’s still on Eastern Standard and not Pacific Standard Time. Kentuckian that would be 8:30 a.m. in my current geographical location in case you missed that joke.
Not a whole lot shaking with the blonde bomber and me tonight. We straightened up what we could with the help of some friends in preparation for the big furniture move tomorrow. When we were ready to go explore of course it started raining. Living in transition really sucks this week, but like everything else it is a facet of like I have no control over. We are making the best of it, but it still sucks. I’ve upgraded from a digital Abe Lincoln from last night to full scale bachelor office tonight.
Sloane called “shotgun” on the chair
As for Sloane there is trouble in the force with her. She’s still vibrant as ever but she’s breaking and cracking at the seams. I have comforted her every way I can, but she’s holding it all in (like her dad used to) and scared to death. She misses her beloved Suebee that she was promised she would get to see whenever she wanted (hasn’t happened and I haven’t been told the location or I would take her to visit), and broke down with grandma (my mom) last night on the phone after I went to sleep. Nevermind her “other” house now could take on Suebee if she chose, but I digress. I wish I could afford a place that allowed pets, hell I loved that dog more than anything also. I wish I could tell her she has a voice in this battle and could stay home no matter what happens July 27th, but the real world is a cruel reality. She loves her mother, but she doesn’t want to live with her mother in a foreign land. That was her mother’s choice not Sloane’s!
It’s Suebee! Eight weeks old at best, Sloane sent it to me on my phone.
You would think a loving parent would look out for the best interests of their child. The ex can hate me all she wants, she can play the bitter card all she wants, she can hide behind her lawyer and tie me up legally all she wants, what she can’t do though is look anybody square in the eye without lightning striking her and tell you Sloane is better off with her in podunk Kentucky than with me at this phase of her life.
Let’s recap for you scoring at home.
Fact: The school Sloane goes to know is vastly better than the one she will potentially attend.
Fact: Sloane’s stepdad hasn’t talked to his OWN fourteen year old son since January and will be the primary father figure in my daughter’s life in Kentucky. I would get six days a month and holiday weekends during school. Never mind he was also caught lying about income to get out of paying more child support. (Documented and Wolfe County, Kentucky court records will tell you that message me will be more than happy to give you the name)
Fact: Sloane does not want to live in Kentucky, she wants to be with her friends and be able to see her grandparents like she is used to. She is on record with me and all her grandparents stating this.
I could go on for days telling you the reason why she should stay here, the fact that she wants to should be reason number one. I did feel vindicated today though, can’t go into details but good parenting doesn’t go un-noticed. Shucking PTO vice president duties and Brownie duties has consequences. Will it play out in my favor only time will tell, but it tells me I’ve been doing it right since day one of this charade!
About it for tonight, going to enjoy “sleeping in” and work on my interview for the Blogger Digest article!