THE NEGATIVE REACTION

I'M NOT GOING TO SAY IT ANYMORE. .

All my posts have been few and far between. Free lance jobs, home life, a new daughter and all kinds of other stuff have all but extinguished my blogging. Right now there's so much going on - the election, my son skipping out for Thanksgiving, all the drama surrounding him skipping Thanksgiving, my Mom striking out on her own and opening her own Pilates studio, trying to build a site for my brother in law and getting back into shape.

Lots and lots to write about - just no time to sit down and get all down on paper. What's a guy to do? I was going to try and just leave my Blogger page open on a separate monitor and if something popped into my head, I could write it down. That didn't work so well considering I do web development and I utilize both of my monitors, so in no time, the window with my blog would get closed. Oh well, let's get to the important stuff!!

THE ELECTION

Much to the chagrin of my Mother, I voted for John McCain. My mother and I had some pretty heated debates about Obama and why I was voting Republican. I basically told her it was because of how bad the press have been skewering Bush and giving Obama a free pass on everything from his relationship with Tony Rezko to his affiliation with a radical dictator in Kenya.

I'm pretty sure people voted for Obama for change. But voting simply for change for change's sake isn't a good idea. Now we're faced with a president who is going to raise the capital gains tax, increase taxes on anybody making over $250,000 (which interestingly enough changed from 250, then down to 200, then down 150 and then another Democrat actually said 120,000) per year.

It should be no surprise that the market has been tanking ever since he's been elected. Right now, we're supposed to be in a recession and here he is wanting to RAISE taxes. When asked directly if he would raise taxes next year, he never answered the question. Even his chief of staff couldn't answer the question!

I'll give him 4 years, but what he's already doing now, I don't think he's going to last very long. People are moving their money out of the market right now in order to avoid losing money when he increases the capital gains tax. Not to mention the disastrous consequences of raising taxing during a recession. Oh well, only time will tell I guess.

MY SON, HIS MOTHER, AND THE GREAT THANKSGIVING DAY CONSPIRACY.

Here's the deal:

My son wants to stay out in Washington DC to have Thanksgiving with his Mom and Step Dad and not come here like he's supposed to. Both have conspired to make it happen and now I'm left to play my aces. I've already purchased the ticket and now just have to wait until she violates the court order and then I'll have to bring her for mediation and then I'll have to get my money back for the ticket.

The worst part about this is she has HIM lying to me now telling me he doesn't know where he's going to be for Thanksgiving. They both must think I'm some kind of idiot not to figure out what's going on.

It's too bad, she can't open her eyes and understand what she's doing by letting our 13 year old son make his own decisions. BAD very very BAD. Talk about setting a bad precedent. My son has no legal standing to make ANY decisions himself, but suddenly its convenient for her to have him make his own decisions, so then she says its between me and him. Really!? I'm your fucking father, you get on the plane and you be here then - this is not a discussion, and its NOT YOUR decision - period, end of story.

Just another nail in the coffin. I really wonder what's going to happen when he turns 18. I'll no longer be financially responsible and I believe all these battles are going to have a net negative effect on me. I honestly don't know what he's going to do or who he's going to want to live with. I want to continue the relationship with him, but after so much time, my connection to him is fading. I feel like this is what his Mom wants. After all, it's what she's done his whole life - just put more time and space between me and him. It's like she's always attempted to keep me at arms length from him. I'm just hoping one day he'll figure it out. right now, the only thing I am to him is a cash register. He just calls when he wants something. Maybe it will change, maybe it won't. This is why I wonder what our relationship will be over the next few years.

I've been contemplating sending her email about the all the shit that's been going on the last 13 years just to get a lot of it off my chest, but somehow, I just don't think it will have any effect.

Oh well FUCK HER.

For now I've quit soccer and am just playing Hockey. I've been getting up at 5:30am and working out before I go to work. It's been about 4 weeks and I'm seeing some decent results. My Dad said he noticed it in my forearms, that was cool.

What else? I found a good template site online and built my Mom's website (http://www.pilatesonthehill.com/) it was a rush job since she needed it up and running right away so I just tweaked the CSS and HTML and BAM! There you have it. I'm almost done designing my brother in law's site and will post it when I get a chance. It's a flash site and I think will turn out pretty cool.

The nice thing about my freelance work is child support isn't taken out so my son's mother can't get her little grubby paws on it. This very simple thing makes me so happy I'm getting over her.

Instead of a picture of the day (note to self: DO NOT hotlink images unless you want a picture of big dick on your blog) I have to post this video. It's an old one, but as I was driving home from Hockey this week, it was around midnight and there was a fine mist in the air and I had Perfecto on Tour bumpin through my speakers and I was totally zoning out, thinking about all kinds of deep stuff.

So this is what it felt like, with the lights drifting by, and the mist in the air.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIc8LxcXFk0

After I start thinking about it, I could almost hear Phil singing in the background. I felt like I was running towards some unknown destiny. It was a spooky, uneasy feeling.

Till then. . .


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