Talk about your day thread

[Higgs]

Fuck Wease. Here I am thinking that I have it tough because I'm trying to convince the wife that becoming a cat foster carer is too much for us at the moment. Like 'snatch just said, you're a good egg.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

It’s like a worst nightmare come true. Kids deserve stability though.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Rangi Guy]

Sorry to hear that you're getting dragged into this mess Wease - you good sir are a king amongst men!

[bodysnatcher]

Just sayin wease, raise this kid right and you have an easy hire at your clinic for once.

Looking for silver linings

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Just sayin wease, raise this kid right and you have an easy hire at your clinic for once.

Looking for silver linings

Steer the kid clear of the STIs

[wease]

Jesus Christ, wease. That situation is a whole lot of fucked up. There are so many layers that it makes it difficult to decide on the best course of action. You’re a good dude with a big heart. if you guys did end up with temporary custody, any clue how long it would be? As someone without any sort of idea how I would deal with that situation, I’d just say be careful to not always be the last resort savior, so that you’re not stuck in a repeat pattern and you end up raising this child til he’s 18. Unless of course that’s not something you wouldn’t be opposed to.

No idea how long. It would depend on how long it would take for his mom to get him back. Which is entirely based upon how much effort she puts into it. I do feel that she’d put less effort if he were with us instead the dad.

[96583UP]

you’re a saint, wease

[bart]

On the other hand, more free labor for the concession stand

[wease]

This is still a very remote possibility. Neither Mrs Wease nor I think that the state will remove the kid from a parent (even tho there is no real legal(?) basis for him being recognized as such) but neither of us feel that being with that parent is the best thing for him either. It’s just a fucked up situation that I knew when they niece moved out would be long from over.

On the other hand, the youngest Weaseling is tremendously excited at the possibility as she’s long wanted a little brother. The two of them did bond a bit while he was with us but since it’s been two years I don’t know if they would jump right back into it or what form it would take.

[spike]

wease I think it’s okay to say no in this situation, but if you’re truly concerned about the kid’s welfare, that’s different.

[wease]

Oh, we’re definitely concerned. We knew it was just a matter of time before something happened and she lost custody when they moved out. The whole culture she moved back into is drugs/jail/bounce/jail/bounce/drugs ad infininitum. So he would most certainly be better off with us. And that’s why we said yes. Doesn’t mean the judge will see it that way tho.

[dad]

poor kid. i hope it works out for all, wease.

[wease]

Appreciate everything team.

It’s now 7:06 local time and we’ve not heard anything so we’re assuming those in charge didn’t go for it.

[wease]

We were right. They didn’t go for it.

They did a hair follicle test on Little Man today and he was positive for meth. Words can’t even describe how I feel about that.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

Contact exposure.

[Higgs]

That is fucked.

[dad]

That's awful.

[spike]

Goddammit