Gypsy.......... It's The Law

So this one is about my son, my oldest. Antony....

His father, Mohamed Ahmed, whom I was married to, back in the early 90's, Is from Egypt. The United States never signed the Hague convention with Egypt, therefore, we have no extradition law. In 1996, Antony's cousin Dowsha was kidnapped and taken into international airspace by her father, her mother, Janet never saw her until last year when Michelle Obama stepped in, and requested a visit between her and her daughter in Egypt in Magdy's home.

Antony's dad and several other men from the middle east were and some still are on the FBI watch list. Antony has all his files and fingerprints with the missing children's organization.

Every year, for the last 10 years, (Antony is 16 on the 9th of August) His father has wanted to take him to Disneyland. Every year, his dad has failed to follow the law concerning the court documents and been unable to do so.

So, 3 weeks ago, Antony came home from a visit with his dad, and said to me, I'm going to Disneyland and you are not suppose to know about it. Haaaaaaa.... wow, so, I'm thinking, here we go again. I said good luck with that, because if your dad try's to get you on a flight without my written permission, FILED in the court, a month prior to the leaving date, with itinerary, then they will stop him and arrest him. Have fun.

So about 2 days later his dad calls me all nice and sweet and says, hey.... I need a favor. I say sure, whats up? He's says I'd like to take Antony to Disneyland. I said OK, give me the itinerary and I'll write out the permission and file it. OK, so were pushing the dates here, but Antony is almost 16, and I figure he knows the score by now. Well Mohamed starts his usual, patronizing BS, and I know something is up right away. 1st, I was not suppose to know, now he wants me to do the permission over the phone. I think not.

Well I get home, and Antony shows me his email, where low and behold, there are two different flight plans booked.... hmm... so I call his dad and play it off, saying I have the plan and come get the permission, and I'll file the paperwork. Well, he picks another fight, off topic, his job, his income, (he drives a 50,000.00 BMW, and owes 8000.00 back child support, plus he owes the IRS on his taxes because he was audited on his home office. another Law....the Dumbshit) and anyway, back to the de-railed phone call, he's going to quit his job, yada yada... and I'm making this hard for him, yada yada.... and so on.

This goes on for the past 3 weeks... well, I left over the weekend with my boyfriend and did not get back until Sunday. I come home and Antony's dad is here and now wants verbal permission, yet he is standing there with the written permission, that is still not filed. So basically I told him F U and walked away. Oh, and he was not suppose to pick Antony up until this Friday, yet takes him right then.

So tonight, Antony calls me and says hey mom, I'm not suppose to tell you this, but were driving. Dad has canceled everything. SO, I hear Mohamed in the background, and he starts yelling at Antony, and my son says shut up dad, it's the law. So I say, put your dad on. He does, and Mohamed is nice for all of one second flat then fly's off the handle.

So here is my position on this. He has not read the parenting plan, he does not ever follow through with what he says to his son, and he is now trying to blame me for his canceled trip, which he probably never had booked to begin with. Antony has now called me 4 times trying to get me to file the paperwork, which is out of the question, not because of me, it is because there is no time to get it to the courts, have a judge sign it with a filed itinerary, them to leave on time and be back on time.

Now, here is the other thing about this whole hinky mess this year. My son is in ROTC.. his father disapproves of this. Has from the get go. He gave me two different flight plans, wants to quit his job, owes our government, and cannot pay his child support, and now has canceled everything.... Would any of you reading this make an attempt to still allow your son to go at this late of a date, knowing what could happen?

To all the dad's out there that read this, I know a lot of you are good dads and read what is written, I also know that the ones who pull this crap, I can only say it will come back to bite you in the ass one day. Karma's a bitch.

TEENAGER'S ............................ARGGHHHHHH

I took this from a newspaper clipping that I had sitting around for many years. I have revised and added some of my own experience. I thought it appropriate to do this today since my teenager is home "sick" and there are chores to be done, but he is "sick".

I do not know the Author, but he hit's it spot on.

My kids think I am boring.

I know the following won't be read by my teen, or my children for that matter, nor probably anyone Else's teen, but I thought that parents would enjoy it.

Short lesson: This is why your parents are "boring."

You may have noticed their absence from the home during the day on weekdays, and sometimes on a weekend. Monday through Friday, they do something called work, for reasons MOSTLY to do with you, however, there are taxes, current trends in prices, ect ...you can expect them to be doing this for years to come.

Work is how they pay for the house you live in, the car you drive, the food you eat, the clothes you wear, and the tickets you need to see whatever concert it is that you "have to see" this weekend. I won't mention the overages on your cell phone plan and the late fee on movie rentals. (100.00 last month! I could have bought them)

Work is usually from 8am until 5pm, however, in this day and age some parents work from home, and so these work hours vary greatly. BUT, Monday through Friday, because of traffic, add an hour each way for the commute. This means they get up at say OH 5am, and don't return home until say OH 6pm or later. If everything goes well, which is not always the case, as happens several times a week, you can expect them to roll in about 8pm. Once in awhile they get something that requires the label of "important project" and they end up working on a Saturday. NO, they do not get to skip it, or call in SICK.

They work for someone known as the "boss". By the way, you think your teachers are tough? Do they make you do things that seem pointless? Do you think they do not understand how TIRED you are, or that your having a rough day because Tiffany broke up with Chad, and you're stressed about what Chad might do? Wait a few years.... then you get to meet the "boss" commonly know as Attila the Hun, OR you get a "boss" who is worse than Attila the Hun, and will make Attila curl up in the fetal position and cry, then fire him for wasting company time crying.

So after work, your parents get home. Unless they enjoy, endless tuna sand-whiches, and cardboard pizza, they get to make dinner. As they start to cook, they wonder " are those the same dishes that were in the sink last night?" "Didn't we ask someone to put them in the dishwasher and by the use of incalculable reserves of energy and unimaginable physical dexterity, push the ON button?"

Time for the "dish fairy" to put in an appearance, sweep the house for glasses and plates, and do them. That way everyone has something to eat on, besides the kitchen table.

They serve dinner.

"This again?" You know I don't like casserole, (meatloaf, stew, soup, chops. ribs, goulash, fish, rice, beans, carrots, peas, potatoes, salad,ect) "WHY do we always have this?" Can't you guys ever make anything else?

They finish dinner and clear the table. They put the dishes in the sink. With a sense of futility, they ask, "would someone do the dishes while we are at work tomorrow?"

As they finally settle into the living room, they hear a voice saying, "I don't have any clothes for school tomorrow". They respond: "Why don't you pull some from that humongous pile in your room and put them in the washer?" When they are done, transfer them to the dryer, dry them, then take them out and fold them and put them away.

They hear the sound of slamming doors.

They go to bed in order to rest up for another day. Then the weekend comes.

That's when they wash the car, buy groceries, clean house, fix the leaky gutter, cut grass, return movies, go to church and occasionally buy the 1st new shirt or skirt they have had in a year.

On Sunday night, they drift into sleep knowing tomorrow is Monday and the cycle starts all over again. It may seem boring to you, but it sure looks more like busy to them.

They can't dodge any of it, and the good ones don't even try. The funny thing is, that most of them love doing it, (won't admit it) but will actually look back on it fondly.

That is if they're not arrested for boiling you in oil 1st.