mimi's island

last week's child support hearing lasted all of ten minutes. we were the first ones called. i felt uneasy wearing my black suit against everyone dressed in jeans. babydaddy showed up with pregnant wife and toddler in tow. the questions were straightforward. the ruling was inevitable, it was time for him to take responsibility and the gist of his initial reaction was that he had other bills to pay and was unaware of the hearing. he was asking for a grace period.

try 11 years and 5 months.

the judge asked him if he's paid any child support in all of kylan's life. he says "no". she says "so you haven't paid any child support to your son in twelve years and she can only collect from the time she filed, because of the law"?

he is lucky this didn't come sooner. he is lucky it wasn't a greater amount.

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just in time, baby daddy goes hiding and falls off the workplace. the loser is on the run. i need to get him served.

okay those were the most ghetto words i've ever typed. seriously.

my woes are escalating knowing that filing for child support will have many obstacles. i've been issued a court date. if kylan's dad is unemployed, he will be subject to court-ordered job searches until employed....and then i can garnish his wages.

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my 11-year old is mine, just mine.

we went to Ruby Tuesday last night and this was not my first time eating there...so i knew i wanted something fililng but not over the top...

kylan: mom, what are you having?
me: the chicken wings appetizers. you?
kylan: i think i'll have the premium aged sirloin. yeah, that sounds good.
me: blank stare.
me: seriously?
kylan: but mom, it's the best cut!

i couldn't argue with him. leave up to my child to order the most expensive thing on the menu. even funnier...i was trying to tell our server he would have it well done, and he interjected that it had to be red. he cleaned his plate...and opted for the salad bar....and cleaned that up, too.

by the way, i have just recently tried to get into yelping on island. i started strong but slacked over holiday and will try to get back into it.

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today i finally made the pilgrimage to the attorney general's office to file for child support. at least i know that retribution is on its way.
the legal clerk assured me that this was a sure thing. for months now, kylan's dad has been unresponsive to the point that his wife has intervened in a place where she simply has no place to do so.
the legal clerk has advised that i file a restraining order if she continues to correspond with me regarding kylan.

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i frequent the atrio on friday nights and to my amusement, kylan's dad was on the waitstaff last night. he cleared our tables, poured me drinks, and worked the bar. i found this to be a moment of relief...there goes the man with the life i could have had. i felt numb having him share my space with my friends, my life, my good times. i admittingly enjoyed being above him and he was merely a stranger who might as well have been nameless.

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every year and for as long as i can remember, halloween has always been a highly-anticpated, laborious, not-to-mention expensive (but worthwhile) event. this year, although on guam, i did my due diligence by selecting our costumes early. i harked back to my geeky insides and realized princess leia. kylan, however, decided weeks ago that he wanted to be an army ranger. that boy has done one too many versions of military costuming....i often have to remind him how to be kid.
anyway...i handcrafted and stayed up until 4am for 3 nights straight...along with dress rehearsals, countless youtube and wiki researching, and feedback from my trusted loves. i was more than happy with what i ended up with and am amazed at how obsessed i became about being princess leia. i was to start the night out as she appeared in A New Hope and then transform to her enslaved version in Return of the Jedi. I had three things I did not want to be - ghetto, sluttly, or cheesy. kylan and i went t-o-t'ing at what is considered to be Halloween central on this island, Barrigada Heights. i was nothing but underwhelmed. maybe just spoiled.

-begin whine session-
most of my friends didn't even dress up. there were no big halloween parties for everyone to get excited about and attend. it was too hot to walk a long distance. there was a general lack of creativity with the costumes. too many kids were trick-or-treating without costume. this was tough for kylan...he too had high expectations. he couldn't even keep his costume on. he showed no interest in getting candy. i coaxed him into dressing up as a cloaked jedi with his light saber so that we could be one with the force...but it wasn't as flawless as i had hoped. there were no other star wars sightings to top it all of!! how can there be none?!
-end whine session-

i still managed to have fun. i worked so hard on my garb, i needed to make my rounds and thankfully i had friends waiting for me at every hot spot last night. the overall response was positive and i must say that my efforts were unmatched. i didn't even tote my purse around because i didn't want to be drunk princess leia and buy drinks. granted there were anonymous costumed men who offered. maybe i should be princess leia more often. i'm guessing it was the leash around my neck that sparked their interests.

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i've never not done anything. i feel so useless and unproductive. i wanted to wake up at 6am and participate in the coastal cleanup. i wanted to help build a concrete wall. i wanted to hang out with some girlfriends. i wanted to go to the beach and take underwater photos. i wanted to move all my things into my condo. today kylan wins....we did nothing.

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