Things got a little hectic the other night, thankfully SG was here for me to let out a harmless rant, blow off a little steam at nobody.
I'm a lot better today. Drinking a Mojito (that's a Christmas drink right?) The flu is 4 days behind me, but my stomach is still feeling the effects. I have to take it easy. The Missus made some gingersnaps yesterday, and I've sort of been living off of those ever since..... Okay there is a bar at the top of the screen with, like ten naked SG's in a hottub and I'm dying to click the link, but I hate starting these things over..... anyways....
All the decorations are up, and the Christmas spirit is starting to seep in. Starting to relax a lot more.
If you squint just right you can tell the bottom lights are yellower that the top ones.
I'm especially fond of the giant red decoration I found last year, it looks so vintage.
My ex (not sure if i explained this already) was threatening to withhold visitations with my son unless I signed a piece of paper outlining how I would transport him for visitations. Essentially I would have to continue to do all the driving without her ever having to do any, and the bus was out of the question. We are arguing over whether he is ready to ride the bus or not. She keeps throwing his ADHD at me, making it sound like he has Down's Syndrome or something. First of all I think it's just ADD and not ADHD, and I think that her pediatrician isn't properly qualified to diagnose ADHD. She's refused to take him to a Child Psychologist like I've asked, and this quack of her's based the diagnosis on an 8 question pamphlet that he handed to her, which I think would diagnose any child with ADHD. "Does your child have a hard time sitting still?", "Umm, yeah, that's every child, genius!"... my point is that ADD is not Agoraphobia, and if she keeps babying him like this he is going to think he is disabled too. Children, like baby birds, need to be pushed out of their comfort zones in order to grow. Those little trauma's like a bump on the knee, or the first trip down the water slide, or the first night away from Mom, those help us become more independent and are our first ventures into exploring a broader world on our own.
Well, so back on track, today she tried to force the issue with me again, and I finally lost my cool with her and told her to fuck off, and she's either withholding him or she's not, but I'm not signing fuck all. Essentially calling her bluff, because she backed off and I'm going to pick him up tomorrow. I can't believe that after all my attempts at reasoning with her and talking it out, that this ends up being the only thing that is effective with her. So, that put me in a pretty good fucking mood!
With the decorating out of the way, I was able to finally get really started on a painting I started a year ago! All the outlining is done and I'm finally starting to paint. It is a monster canvas 48" by 36", and it is going to take a long time to do two coats on this thing!
And my sweet little Daisy, wants to know why I'm not taking pictures of her....
I'm a lot better today. Drinking a Mojito (that's a Christmas drink right?) The flu is 4 days behind me, but my stomach is still feeling the effects. I have to take it easy. The Missus made some gingersnaps yesterday, and I've sort of been living off of those ever since..... Okay there is a bar at the top of the screen with, like ten naked SG's in a hottub and I'm dying to click the link, but I hate starting these things over..... anyways....
All the decorations are up, and the Christmas spirit is starting to seep in. Starting to relax a lot more.
If you squint just right you can tell the bottom lights are yellower that the top ones.
I'm especially fond of the giant red decoration I found last year, it looks so vintage.
My ex (not sure if i explained this already) was threatening to withhold visitations with my son unless I signed a piece of paper outlining how I would transport him for visitations. Essentially I would have to continue to do all the driving without her ever having to do any, and the bus was out of the question. We are arguing over whether he is ready to ride the bus or not. She keeps throwing his ADHD at me, making it sound like he has Down's Syndrome or something. First of all I think it's just ADD and not ADHD, and I think that her pediatrician isn't properly qualified to diagnose ADHD. She's refused to take him to a Child Psychologist like I've asked, and this quack of her's based the diagnosis on an 8 question pamphlet that he handed to her, which I think would diagnose any child with ADHD. "Does your child have a hard time sitting still?", "Umm, yeah, that's every child, genius!"... my point is that ADD is not Agoraphobia, and if she keeps babying him like this he is going to think he is disabled too. Children, like baby birds, need to be pushed out of their comfort zones in order to grow. Those little trauma's like a bump on the knee, or the first trip down the water slide, or the first night away from Mom, those help us become more independent and are our first ventures into exploring a broader world on our own.
Well, so back on track, today she tried to force the issue with me again, and I finally lost my cool with her and told her to fuck off, and she's either withholding him or she's not, but I'm not signing fuck all. Essentially calling her bluff, because she backed off and I'm going to pick him up tomorrow. I can't believe that after all my attempts at reasoning with her and talking it out, that this ends up being the only thing that is effective with her. So, that put me in a pretty good fucking mood!
With the decorating out of the way, I was able to finally get really started on a painting I started a year ago! All the outlining is done and I'm finally starting to paint. It is a monster canvas 48" by 36", and it is going to take a long time to do two coats on this thing!
And my sweet little Daisy, wants to know why I'm not taking pictures of her....