Sooner or later…I’m always back here…discussing how things are going wrong. But, do you want to know the reason why I don’t always update this blog? It’s because the information is so often depressing: family court, kids from broken homes, fathers’ rights…

…yeah, right, fathers’ rights… LOL!

There are definitely inappropriate times to laugh: certain serious situations etc.

Have you ever found yourself wanting to laugh in a serious situation. It happened to me today, and, it’s a baffling sort of experience. The situation certainly IS NOT funny; yet, you want to laugh? Why is this? Immaturity? Not being able to cope with the seriousness of the situation? I don’t know.

But, here’s how to handle it.

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I make some posts because I don’t want to forget them: or, I want to fix an event with a date. The other day, my grandmother told me that when I was sleeping she saw my daughter kissing me on top of my head. I kiss my daughter on the top of her head frequently. This is very endearing.

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Yesterday I read an article in the New York Times which, in some ways, reminds me of the unrealistic expectations I see in today’s mating game. And, that’s my view in a nutshell…that’s a large part of why there’s such a high divorce rate: men and women have unrealistic expectations of each other.

A lot of people are looking for a fairy tale.

In the article, Maureen Dowd discusses Father Pat:

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Sometimes it just breaks your heart: the things that your child may say to you. See, she’s too young to understand the conflict between her mother and me. And, my daughter tells me that she wants me to be at some event that I’m not welcome at…and, you know…the details don’t really matter. What matters is that sometimes it just breaks your heart.

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At What Point Do You Just Accept That You Can’t Win? …that’s the question that I’m posing this evening for whomever it is that reads this blog.

You may wonder what context I’m referencing. Well, a lot of what I’m talking about is family court…but, I’m also talking about life in general. Some people, I realize, seem to have things work out well for them. And, I also understand that sometimes these appearances can be deceiving.

At any rate, if there’s such a thing as “good luck,” …I just don’t think I have too much of that good stuff. And, I accept that. Most things don’t work out for me. That’s been the pattern of my life. And, when it comes to the family court…the gains that I have made in respect to my child have been a result of motions filed in family court. But, a lot of what a Judge can instruct doesn’t get followed…and, what are the consequences? And, what are the options? And, where does the money come from to finance the whole thing?

When you get involved in the game with lawyers, Judges, etc.; basically, expect for things to go wrong. And, if they don’t…you’ll be pleasantly surprised.

All things considered, I don’t think men make out that well in family court. I base this upon my personal experience and my reading. I was optimistic for a long time. But, at what point do you accept that you just can’t win? I’m at that point now. The whole system has worked against me. People are antagonistic. You try talking peacefully, and, you hear a voice in the background yelling, “Take him to court.” Is this really necessary? Just who do they think they’re talking about and judging?

You want to take a moment for a reality check and say, “Hey, you are talking about this child’s father! Okay…”

Sometimes, the way I’m treated, you’d think I must be a thoroughly awful person. Sometimes I want to holler. Sometimes I want to punch a wall. Sometimes I want to go to law school. But, ultimately, none of it will make any difference. In life, sometimes, you just can’t win. And, that’s just the way it is…

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If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s that some decisions are difficult to live with. I imagine that everyone probably has at least some event in his life in which he reflects that he (and others) may have been better off had he done things a bit differently.

This is life.

You remember that girl you loved? The one who made you believe in God. The one who got away from you. God, how did she get away? You may stay awake at nights thinking about this. You will probably think about this for the rest of your life. Perhaps you ended-up with a different woman: one you’re fairly happy with. But, you know deep-down that the one who really owned your heart managed to walk away from you.

How did it happen? What didn’t you do? What did you do? What should you have done? Yes, some decisions in life are difficult to live with…but, you learn how to live with them. Don’t you? Maybe you don’t really learn to live with them. Maybe you drink or smoke or obsess over some ridiculous hobby or television to distract your mind.

Oh, good God, some decisions…

I know this girl. She’s got a kid, and, she’s not happy with how her life turned-out. Single mom. Not much money to have some fun. Well, she filed a restraining order, some years back, on a guy who didn’t have that coming. A guy who was paying the bills and being a good dad. Sure, she regrets doing that. You know…some decisions are difficult to live with.

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You know…you should never ever listen to that fascist Grandpa of yours! Okay, this cartoon is in good fun. No offense to my grandpa or fascist readers intended.

Cartoon after the jump:

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In my tours around the internet, this funny picture showed up. There’s nobody to give a credit to. I presume the young woman in question is anonymous. I imagine she probably prefers it that way.

But, this is some funny stuff.

The first note reads,

“Dear Mom or Dad, thanks for respecting my privacy. Yes, this is a vibrator.”

The second note reads,

Congrats! You discovered my collection of trashy lingerie! Love, Your Adult Daughter.

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“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

That’s something that the Czech writer Franz Kafka said. I’m putting it down here because I don’t want to forget it. When I look at my daughter…when I see how fascinated she is with virtually everything that’s before her eyes…I think that’s a big part of what’s happening. She’s seeing beauty. God, I know that I sound corny sometimes!

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…fascinating article over at the BBC makes this assertion:

If you went back in time and met your teenage parents, you could not split them up and prevent your birth—even if you wanted to, a new quantum model has stated.

This is obviously hypothetical to the extreme, and, some folks consider this type of musing to be a waste of time (no pun intended!). Personally, I find it incredibly interesting.

The speculation is that time travel is theoretically possible; but, if you went back in time, you wouldn’t be able to do anything that would in any way alter the present.

Although the laws of physics seem to permit temporal gymnastics, the concept is laden with uncomfortable contradictions.

The main headache stems from the idea that if you went back in time you could, theoretically, do something to change the present; and that possibility messes up the whole theory of time travel.

Clearly, the present never is changed by mischievous time-travellers: people don’t suddenly fade into the ether because a rerun of events has prevented their births - that much is obvious.

This is some great stuff. If you’ve got some spare time, take a look at the article. The thing about time travel is that I’m not even sure I’d want to go back and take a look at my younger self. I would be interested, though, in seeing what my mother and father were like when they were in their twenties.

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Well, nothing like a You Tube perversion of such wholesome family fun!

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Ha. This is some fascinating stuff. I had never heard of the word pigmentocracy; but, it’s interesting and disturbing.

Pigmentocracy.

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LOL. Somebody has found our little website by searching for this in Yahoo: I Want To Name My Baby Prince…What Do You Think?

Okay, let me tell you what I think. Do not give this kid a life of hell and teasing. The name Prince will only work for one male. And, he’s a short guy who sings about corvettes and berets. Do your kid a favor and choose Tommy or Micky or Steve.

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I’m making this post mostly for me, but, you might find it interesting as well…or, you may think, “Who the hell is Husker Du and what are they doing on a fathers rights sort of blog?” Well, they’re a band that I liked a lot. I still like them. But, one of those bands that you loved in high school. You know how those sort of bands just etch a very special and permanent place in your heart. Their music gets tangled-up with so many emotions and memories of that formative period.

Here’s Husker covering Eight Miles High. God, I love this cover!

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