They'rrrrrre Heeeere!

It is day 4 here in Jefferson, Texas and my accent is thicker than ever. It feels good to be South of the Mason-Dixon again. Nich and I made it in during the wee hours of Monday morning with most of our sanity in tact and a few pieces of furniture out of tact...oops. Thanks to all of you who helped us move...we could not have done it without you! No really...we wouldn't have done it without you...we'd still be in Kansas, for real...you know how lazy Nich is! Now we are in the process of trying to get me a job, a car, and perhaps a hair cut...impossible tasks as they seem at the moment. I do have a promising interview set for this Friday, so we will see how it goes. When I spoke with the principal a week ago she told me, (read with thick southern draw) "Weee arrrr veeeerie excit'd 'bout yoor rezoomae!" God, it is great to be back!!!!!!!!

Overdue for a Post

The end is in sight. I can now wrap my head around the number of new parts I need to finish my engine rebuild. Hopefully the motor will fire up at the end of this summer. I snapped this choice picture of the mostly assembled engine. That is one sexy piece of metal.

Divorced-Moms 1, Dead-Beat-Dads 0

So, I have been asked to blog some very delightful news. I told Nich, I don't know if Karma was smiling on me today or just frowning more on Curtis! I had a teletrial at work today with a Louisiana Judge, the DA's office, and an officer with the LA child support enforcment office. The topic...should Curtis be allowed to have his child support reduced? Well, after much interrogation as to his many places of residence, employment, and shady marital status it became evident that maybe the lady with the DA didn't like Curtis much. In fact, I think she was actually trying to insinuate that Curtis might have been trying to dodge having to pay his child support. Can you believe that? Can you say "duh?" At one point the DA asked Curtis how he could afford to buy a house. He said his fiance bought it because his credit is bad. So she asked, "and she wants to marry you?" I almost fell out of my chair! Apparently since Curtis has not worked off shore since 2001, they allowed him to have his reduction from $580.00 per month to $315.00 per month. Of course, this doesn't bother me because I figure I will never see a penny of that either, so no biggie right? But here's where it gets better...

Apparently, the DA had a little surprise for Curtis, because at this point she says, "Your honor, the state would now like to bring charges against Curtis for contempt of court." I don't think Curtis knew this was going to happen because he made a bit of an ass of himself...imagine that! Well, they swear in an officer of the CSE office and he tells them that he has made no voluntary payments since september of 2005, owes an arrears of $28, 000.00 (yes, that is the right amount of zeros), and has made no attempt to try to make current or past due payments. This is the point where the judge decided to put the proverbial "smack down". He found him guilty of contempt of court and sentenced him to 90 days in jail. The officer recommended a suspended sentence on the conditions that 1)Curtis pay $2000.00 toward his arrears by 7/13/07 and 2)that he makes current payments for an entire year...if not, he is on his way to the communal showers...I doubt I will ever see a penny, but the thought of pretty little Curtis having too reach for soap next to Guido and Bubba, makes me giggle. I was thinking of sending Curtis astroglide as a gift, but then I thought...you know what, he doesn't even deserve that much.

The missing Sync

Hey guys, sorry I've been kind of quiet on here lately, but I've been keeping up with everything that's been posted, I just haven't had time to write.
Remember that new job I told you about a while back?
Well, our first publication came out on Wednesday.
And I wrote a story about being a street performer. There's video, too.
Ok, I'm going to give you the link to both of these, but go easy on me. I'm very delicate you know...
:)
Here's the story.
There's not a direct link to the video, so you'll have to look for it, at the top of the site there's a pink navigational bar that says "see" just click on videos and mine is in the row of videos to the right. You guys are savvy. You'll find it.

Oh, yeah, and our site still has a lot of kinks, so if it won't pull up the page or if you get error messages, keep trying.

Now I Remember Why I Left

Denham Springs High School Class of 1997 was reunited last weekend. I think I want my $95 back. The food was okay, but the DJ was a dork and the only beer was BudLight. Out of the 300+ potential attendees, I estimate 40 attended. Apparently most of my former friends aren't into the reunion scene. I did run into a couple of the old crew, but most were absent. I'm sure they have good excuses. For the most part, it was the people who hadn't managed to reach escape velocity and break free of the small town gravity. There were only a handful of us out-of-towners.

The best part about the weekend was the time I spent with my parents. It was great being in town without some major event going on (the reunion was only a couple of hours on Saturday). The last couple of visits have been for weddings or funerals or major holidays. My mother was almost calm. Those of you who have met her know this is a rare occurrence.

It's good to be back in H-town. I think I'll skip the 15 year reunion.

Hard, but Fair

I dont even know how many times my daddy said that to me about life. So much I guess that after a while it even makes since. I feel so old sometimes. I am 28. But I feel like retirement should be around the corner. In the past three years, I have lost my research permit for the project that made me want to do this PhD, I have been misdiagnosed and told I would never get out of bed again, I have been the subject of scandal and office politics with regards to my passion, I have been on and off of drugs that made me feel silly, emotional or just plain sad, I have been in and out of consoulors' offices, and I have buried my mother and watched my family, peice by peice, fall apart. And through all of it, I know that life is hard, but fair. I hear people tell me that it will be ok. I tell myself it will be ok. But I am tired of waking up in the morning wondering if today will be ok. I feel old. My apologies for the diatribe.