Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

Wease I didn’t catch the result here - custody granted to you or to the degenerate parents?

[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.

[spike]

The parents aren’t together. Maybe mom is on meth but deadbeat dad - who he was sent to - isn’t.

[Bammer]

This hair follicle test didn’t prove that deadbeat guy is NOT the dad?

[Anders]

A few hours of work left, and then the weekend is here.

[Higgs]

A few hour of work left, and then the weekend is here.

You and me both Bud.

[Anders]

A few hours of work left, and then the weekend is here.

You and me both Bud.

[wease]

The parents aren’t together. Maybe mom is on meth but deadbeat dad - who he was sent to - isn’t.

This is correct

And mom, our niece, is definitely on meth.

[wease]

Wease I didn’t catch the result here - custody granted to you or to the degenerate parents?

He has been placed with his dad.

[Bammer]

Wease I didn’t catch the result here - custody granted to you or to the degenerate parents?

He has been placed with his dad.

This whole movement to decriminalize drugs, and the courts rewarding underachievers - it’s really something.

[wease]

So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

[spike]

So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

I could see Niece Mom not wanting to go that far. Too permanent, she probably thinks she can get clean and be a good mom one day.

[E.H. Ruddock]

So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

I could see Niece Mom not wanting to go that far. Too permanent, she probably thinks she can get clean and be a good mom one day.

Yeah, I get that. But maybe this is the leverage Wease uses if she really wants that kid away from who she is with. Tough situation for sure. Sorry wease.

[wease]

So Niece-mom texted Mrs Wease this morning and said she found a lawyer now all she has to do is pay them their fee…

I told Mrs Wease that if I spend any money at all it would be to do everything I can to ensure neither of them ever had custody of him ever again. We’re certainly not going to pay a lawyer on behalf of her.

From a legal standpoint, wouldn't it be better (for you and Mrs. Wease) to convince your niece to just let you adopt her and have full custody? It would be easier from a standpoint of the court letting you have her. Now you would have to get her permission as well as the presumptive father's (which sounds like it could also be waived with a DNA test), but it might be worth a shot to convince her of that.

I could see Niece Mom not wanting to go that far. Too permanent, she probably thinks she can get clean and be a good mom one day.

Yeah, I get that. But maybe this is the leverage Wease uses if she really wants that kid away from who she is with. Tough situation for sure. Sorry wease.

Spike is correct. This kid is her ultimate trophy. She got purposefully got pregnant at 14 so she would be able to have a baby pretty much just so she could go around saying “look, I have a baby!” There is no way in hell she would ever consider permanently relinquishing her parental right. No way no how.

What we can’t know is how serious she is about getting clean and staying that way to be a good mother. Honestly I don’t see her doing anything that will stick. She’s only 19 and her only plan for life is where the next good time is coming from.

And if I’m being completely honest my lack of belief in her probably comes from the fact we tried to get her out of the lifestyle only to be rebuffed.

[Jorge]

Hosted a fuckin great Halloween party last night. Today I am destroyed

[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.

[Jorge]

I was the judge of the costume contest so I dressed up as a judge. Very simple costume but effective. I had a gavel

[spike]

Trick or treat tonight in my sister’s subdivision. It’s going to be cold, so I opted for a costume that I can wear warm clothes under.

Spirit Halloween Adult Light-Up E.L. Wire Stick Figure Costume | Funny Costume | Light Up Outfit | Stick Figure Cosplay https://a.co/d/6aUQQeS