Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Observations

*Do not piss off drag queens

I went to a fun little drag bar with Thom, Sarah, and some more friends and we were enjoying some drinks and drag. I hesitate to put 'good drag'...it was entertaining...some good...some bad. Well, some very rude people were talking loudly and sitting on the stage during a performance, so the 'queen' queen came out and kicked everyone out of the bar. Technically she said 'shows over', so we just left. This after she sang "If I only had a snatch, to the tune of If I only had a brain."

*If you're over 50 and a drag queen, do not wear anything sleeveless, strapless, or backless.

YIKES. One queen who usually gets only one or two words right when she lip syncs did some Evita number and was in a backless strapless dress...and YIKES.

*If you yell out Gwen Stefani songs will playing word games, you're probably gay.

While waiting for our table at Red Lobster Sunday, someone brought along a Catchphrase game. It was my turn. Of course I picked the food category, and the phrase was Go Bananas. Rather than saying monkeys eat them, they're yellow and grow on trees, I said, "Gwen Stefani sang about it in Hollaback Girl."

*Despite the fact we have laws and statutes and ordinances, those in power rarely follow them.

Yesterday I found some pretty damning evidence in the state laws regarding foster care/adoptions/terminating parental rights. In Zach's situation, when the biological father isn't present at birth, if he doesn't meet a set of conditions within a certain amount of time, he's not even considered to have any parental rights to begin with. So technically, when the bio dad came forward and entered a petition for custody back in July of 06, he was five months too late, AND they should have said sorry, you don't have any parental rights so you have no say in the case. See you. Of course that didn't happen.

In fact, on Saturday, Zach was handed over to his biological dad for 'trial visitation'...meaning permanent visitation. Poor thing had to go to a new daycare this week...not only is he living with a total stranger, he's also having to go to a new daycare which is equally strange and upsetting. I'm crying as I'm typing all this, because I just worry about the little guy.

Alright...it'll work out...crying and worrying doesn't do me any good.

Later,
"W"

4 Comments:

At 11:41 AM, Blogger Kevin said...

Can you not take this child law info to the lawyer? Or perhaps you could find a news reporter who does stories about that sort of thing.

"Fight Back with *insert reporter name here*!"

 
At 1:40 PM, Blogger No Display Name said...

I think Kevin's idea is a good one: get the media involved.
That poor baby. :o(

 
At 9:47 PM, Blogger "W" said...

Kev: Their lawyer has this info now...and has already filed some stuff to try to get the ball rolling. Hmm...yeah I thought about getting the media involved...but my sis doesn't want to yet. I have some pretty good contacts with their local media.

MQB: I offered the suggestion to sis...but she says wait a minute. If only I knew a good reporter here locally to help out too ;-)

 
At 8:53 AM, Blogger dirk.mancuso said...

This whole thing just makes me sick. Teen dad's parents obviously did a great job with him and now they want poor little Zach.

My heart goes out to you and your family.

Big hugs.

 

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