You Got Served!!

Apparently, according to "law", even though I gave birth to my children, I have to file for custody of them in order to have custody rights. Without doing so, anyone from a family member to my neighbor, could file for custody of my twins and could potentially have as much of a chance of winning as I do. Talk about totally messed up. So, I got the notice in my mail today that Christopher Shane Van Deventer was officially served papers in case he wants to fight for custody of his (*cough*cough*) children (lol, *eye-roll*). If he does want to file against me to gain custody rights, then the state will immediately nab him for child support without a paternity test as he would basically be admitting they are his children (which right now he denies to some people and claims with others, so I'm told). If he ignores it, I win hands down. Which personally I believe I should anyway. Last time I heard from him was an email in March 2006 basically saying he wants nothing to do with any of it (the twins were born in July 2006). While he is a complete dumbass, I rarely ever speak actual ill of him. Chris may have been a whim, but he did help created the greatest thing I will ever have in my life, my twins. For that, I will always be thankful. He's still a dumbass however, nothing he could ever do could possibly ever change that ; )

Growing Up

It's very frustraiting right now to have so much to write about because my internet is down right now. Currently I'm at the lovely new Redding Library using one of their computers but I only have 41 minutes left and I still have to check my email.

Anyway, a bunch of new realizations have been coming to me lately. A real meteor shower, if you will. It sort of started with a conversation I had with a friend of mine (mind). We were talking about parenting (of all things) and how her grand daughter didn't want to come home after working all day just to yell and dicipline her kids. My friend's comment was "somebody has to be the parent". Duh. God I love that word, "Duh". Wonderful word. Anyway, I've been thinking about how, as a child, I may have skirted cirtain responsibilites. As a young adult, I may have put off cirtain things, because "it doesn't really matter". Like making your bed. Come on, who cares really. In my world, nobodies going to know if it's made up or not. No one comes over, and if they did, my bedroom isn't on the tour. But I know. Somebody has to be responsible for it. I guess that's me. My mother will be pleased to know that for the first time in forever, ALL of my dishes are washed. After about a week of washing more dishes than I dirtied, they are all done. Currently, my laundry is also 90% done and the back yard is mowed. I always wanted a nice place to live and a wonderful family. Now that I'm finally becomming an adult, my dream is becomming real. And to think it only took 35 years *wink*.