I had a pretty productive day.
I reserved a place for the wedding, got my mustache lasered, got rid of my Bar Prep PMBR books, got my wood burning stove installed, had someone come look at my house to give me bids on fixing some stuff, and got actual work done too.
It's amazing what a little pretazone will do for your spirits. I surprised they haven't made that some over-the-counter energy drink yet.
I love the guys that put in my stove. They are just jolly. And honest. And good.
Salt of the earth type people... but not in the red-neck low-life sort of way...
not like he guy who came to deliver hay yesterday.
Pulls up, gets out of the car (that he was driving) with a coors-light in his hand. Missing tooth. First thing he says, "you don't happen to be single do you." I say "no, I am recently engaged." He says, "while I'm recently single from a crack whore." out peaks a little blond curly haired boy with cow-boy boots. "and this is me and the crack whore's son-- I'm looking for live in girl-friend to raise him."
WOW. On some levels it is funny -- in a not-real-life-but-a-citcom sort of way... until you think that this kid is going to be raised by this man... hearing that his mom is a crack whore-- and that he's just looking for someone to pawn his kid off onto.
He continued to tell me that this was kid number 8 and that he just wanted to have fun with all these women and they wanted to get serious. Then he complained about child support. Then I said that I bet condoms would have been cheaper than child support. (when the kid was over looking at my llama). Precious, sweet, cute kid. Sitting in the front seat of a pick up truck - - - no car seat-- dad drinking a coors-light while driving - - - mom's a crack-whore..... and he's sweet and more or less destined to fail. Mean while Children Home and Aid, and DCFS is barking up the wrong tree and taking children from the wrong families.
The guys who put in my stove.... they are just good hard working salt of the earth. Like gave me the rebate form so I could get the rebate ($80) for the insullation they put in-- and there was no need for them to do that.
I can't help but wonder what makes the difference-- is it really all fate-- and who you are born to?
I would have called social services, seriously. Who knows what that poor child has to see, hear, and just plain go through everyday. Sick.... just sick.
ReplyDeleteRight. I was telling my sister about it. She thinks that I should see if she can watch the kid during the day. I am going to call the guy I know and talk to him about it. It's just a weird thing to broach-- "Hey, I think you will ruin your kid, can I raise him?"
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