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Ah Ha!!!

I figured out how to load MP3’s on our blog.  So here is what I was working on this morning:

Moonlight Sonata Flute Trio


Lisa thinks I’m crazy…

I’ve thought about what I’m going to do while I’m laying around in bed healing from surgery.  Watching Judge Judy just doesn’t sound all that exciting.  I think instead I’m going to spend as much time as possible working on music.  For those of you that don’t know, my other company, Little Dog Publishing, specializes in music for flute ensembles.  I figure that’s something I can do from bed.

This morning when I woke up I had Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata going through my head.  I thought, “I’ll bet that would work for Flute Trio.”  Sure enough, I was right.  I was going to post it here on the blog, but for some reason I don’t seem to be able to.  So check Little Dog Publishing and I’ll have it on there soon!

Ex Husband RANT

**INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE WARNING** Typically anything to do with my rat bastard ex husband makes me cuss like a sailor so those easily offended may want to skip this one……you have been WARNED!

I have been noticeably absent from the blog this last week…..something about getting the actual surgery date seemed to put me in some weird FUNK I just havent’ been able to explain…..am I sad? Excited? Worried? All the above? YES, YES and YES! So I have spent some time reflecting inward and just dealing with this internally I guess….I have done a lot of surfing and sleeping…..NOT a lot of housekeeping…..obvious as I look around my dusty house…..but whatever…..

So yea, like I don’t have enough going on…..now things are starting to get a little difficult with Daniel….like Paul mentioned, he missed a band concert….and that is just NOT him…..like….at ALL….so that threw up some red flags…..then I got the note from the band director….which I passed off to Paul….come to find out this is what transpired…

Apparently during the e-mail exchange with said band director, it comes out that Daniel informed her his dad was going to sue me for custody…..he wasn’t sure he would be back….and NOT to tell him mom…..

By the way, my ex DOES know Paul has cancer. My ex’s 31-year-old sister died of cancer in ’95 and his other younger sister battled melanoma so it’s not like he is unfamiliar with what is happening here in this house. But in typical Rick style, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself…..selfish bastard….

So after 7 years of being here in Texas, getting straight A’s in one of the area’s best school districts. having him involved at church and involved in sports and band and theatre…..my ex husband wants to rip him away from all that so he can live on an isolated 46 acre farm in Indiana and be the center of his world….which contains no wife or girlfriend or anything else…..

See, this asshole doesn’t HAVE anything else….oh I take that back…..he has his farm….there is hiking and canoeing and hunting and shooting….but see, he is there ALL ALONE….Hmmmmm…I wonder WHY that is??…..a string of failed relationships since our divorce 11 years ago…..because no woman can LIVE WITH HIM!! …… so what does HE want?

Why….he wants “HIS” boy…….the boy I stole from him…..nevermind the fact that during our custody hearing he agreed to my moving provided he didn’t have to pay ANY child support OR pay ANY travel expenses……yes, you heard RIGHT…..I agreed that he would pay no child support or travel expenses so I could move here and marry Paul and just get on with my life……now at the time Rick was on disability and I was advised I wouldn’t get any $$ anyway so I might was well just take it…..so I did…..

So 7 years has past and he has not paid ONE DIME in child support OR travel expenses. Now travel consists of air fare from CC to Cincinnati 3 times a year….1 week at Christmas, Spring Break and the ENTIRE summer except for 1 week on either side. Yes, you read that right….he gets him the entire summer……so we have shelled out $500-600 for each trip. You also have to pay an additional $200 for Unaccompanied Minor. So yea, its been a burden.

You know, I am not worried he is going to take this boy away from us….I mean, there is no WAY a judge is going to do that. I mean, there has to be JUST CAUSE to remove a child from his current living situation. They don’t do that just because you want the kid now. I mean, seriously….that is just stupid…..

Yea, let’s take this happy, well-adjusted child who is in Jr. National Society, 1st Chair Symphonic Band, involved in church youth group and other activities, plays football and is a regular volunteer at a local community theatre and uproot him….obviously he is in DIRE STRAIGHTS! OMG let’s SAVE this CHILD from this HORRIBLE HOME!

What a DICKBAG! I am not sure I have EVER met a more SELFISH person in my LIFE!! And I am the DUMBASS that PROCREATED with HIM!!! WTF was I THINKING????? So here he is….sneaking around behind the scenes…..spending his Spring Break fucking BRAINWASHING my KID and I can’t do a damn thing about it…..D totally shuts down too….he won’t talk at ALL about any of this…..we are sending him to our family counselor and bless his heart, he wants to go……

it breaks my heart that this bastard is doing this to my baby…..HIS baby….the kid he claims to love and care about…..he is driving that child into therapy! All this time he has been filling this kids head with the idea that when he turns 13 he is going to come live with his dad…..and D is terrified to tell me……because the last thing he would EVER want to do is hurt his Momma……and Rick doesn’t get that…..this boy LOVES his Momma…..everyone that knows US knows this is true……this kid is so tender hearted……and Rick has abused that IMO……

That’s a HUGE reason of why I left him in the first place. Rick wants what Rick wants….and he was going to get it any way he could….by FORCE if necessary……for years I worried every trip he would steal him….for YEARS I waited at the airport gate wondering if he was going to come off that plane…..

But in the end….I have the ACE….of course, like you would expect anything less from ME….you see, there is one thing Rick loves more than his kid….and that’s $$……so if he wants to sue me for custody he is very welcome to do so….he will NEVER win for all the reasons I stated above……he is clearly a self obsessed bastard that just wants to stick it to his ex-wife, the clearly more qualified parent….so while I am in Indiana wiping up the courtroom floor with his sorry ass, I will ask my attorney to present evidence I was not in a position to sign away my sons rights to child support and that he IS entitled to that $$ and I will be happy to collect a nice big 7 years worth of child support CHECK for my trip HOME MOTHER FUCKER!

Have I mentioned just how much I hate waiting?

Holy cow this is horrible.  I don’t feel like I can do anything.  The things that I would like to be doing are too long term.  That means I’m spending A LOT of time on facebook and on my son’s X-Box playing Madden ’09.  I think I’d prefer to be a contributing member of society.

On a totally unrelated thought…  I saw this on a friend’s facebook status:

All of us have a thousand wishes. To be thinner, to be bigger, have more money,have a cool car, a day off, etc. A cancer patient only has one wish, to kick cancer’s butt. I know that 97% of you won’t post this as your status, but my friends will be the 3% that do. In honor of someone who died, or is fighting cancer, or even had cancer, post this for at least one hour. You can imagine what my one wish is right now.

I couldn’t help but think to myself:  “I’d like to have more money, a cool car, etc.”  I decided posting that would probably be inappropriate.

The good news about all this waiting around is that my yard looks terrific.  Wow, we’ve totally re-done both the front and back yards.  I’m thinking about heading out to mow.  That would give me a little something to do!

I’m not sure I have the patience for this.  What am I going to do with myself for the next week and a half?

No Phone Calls Today…

I have a confession…  I woke up this morning and thought to myself…  It’s Wednesday, today i could get a phone call to come in for surgery!  I didn’t.  That means next Monday morning is the next potential time my phone might ring.  On the other hand, it’s only 13 more days until I’m actually scheduled.

Anxiety is starting to build in Casa De Klemm once again.  On Friday, after meeting the surgeon, everyone felt great!  Now that it’s been a few days, nerves are starting to creep in.  We know how the procedure works.  We know the risks (although they are minimized to the greatest possible degree).  There’s still that “What if” that seems to be creeping into my family’s thoughts.

I’ll admit, on the outside I feel great.  I not crazy about sitting around waiting and doing practically nothing for the next 2 weeks.  I really don’t have the patience for that.  The truth is, I know subconsciously I’m must be having some of those “What if” thoughts too.  I’ve been having really crazy dreams.

I continue hearing from old friends, news friends and everyone else in between.  It’s great to hear from everyone and to know that I am loved.  Thank you to all of you for all of the love and prayers.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to stare at my phone and will it to ring.

My Mother is a sick woman…

If you don’t believe me, then let me share this email I just received from her:

Yes, I have heard that the pun is the lowest form of humor.  No wonder I like them.  These aren’t the newest, but mostly worth revisiting. BK

Puns for Educated Minds:

1. The fattest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference …
He acquired his size from too much pi.

2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island … but it turned
out to be an optical Aleutian

3. She was only a whiskey maker … but he loved her still.

4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class … because it
was a weapon of math disruption.

5. No matter how much you push the envelope … it’ll still be stationery.

6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road … and was cited for

7. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France … would result in Linoleum

8. Two silk worms had a race … They ended up in a tie.

9. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall … The police are
looking into it.

10. Time flies like an arrow … Fruit flies like a banana.

11. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

12. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway … One hat said to
the other: ‘You stay here; I’ll go on a head.’

13. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger … Then it hit me.

14. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: ‘Keep off the Grass.’

15. The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium
at large.

16. The soldier who survived mustard gas, and pepper spray is now a
seasoned veteran.

17. A backward poet writes inverse.

18. In a democracy it’s your vote that counts … In feudalism it’s your
count that votes.

19. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

20. If you jumped off the bridge in Paris, you’d be in Seine.

21. A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The
stewardess looks at him and says, ‘I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion
allowed per passenger.’

22. Two fish swim into a concrete wall … One turns to the other and says

23. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the
craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your
kayak and heat it too.

24. Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, ‘I’ve lost my electron.’
The other says ‘Are you sure?’
The first replies, ‘Yes, I’m positive.’

25. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root
canal? … His goal: transcend dental medication.

26. There was the person who sent ten puns to friends, with the hope that
at least one of the puns would make them laugh … No pun in ten did.

An email from a teacher

This morning when we woke, Lisa had an e-mail from Daniel’s band director.  You should know, if you don’t already, that as much as Daniel loves school, Band is his absolute favorite.  I can understand that, I was exactly the same way.

Yesterday morning Lisa and I got up and started running errands.  In the middle of running those errands (sometime around noon) Daniel called saying that he was in the nurse’s office and didn’t feel good.  He really wanted to come home.  Because Daniel so rarely does this, we went and picked him up from school.

Now, I’m sure that he didn’t feel good.  I’m not sure that it was the flu.  If I had to venture a guess, I’d say he was probably up all night reading a book and eating WAY TOO MUCH popcorn.  To his credit, when he came home, he did put on a good show of being ill.

So here’s where the problem comes in…  It turns out there was a band concert last night.  Daniel never mentioned it to us and ended up totally missing the concert.  All of you fellow band geeks know that’s a serious offense.  So Daniel’s band director sent an email to Lisa asking essentially for a conference.  You know, in any marriage there is a division of labor.  Lisa informed me that dealing with Band Directors was my job.  Not a problem.  I’ve known his band director for a number of years.  She is a gifted French Horn player and she and I have played in many of the same ensembles over the years.

I sent an email reply and apologized for being unaware of the concert.  I told her that I would work with Daniel and get him ready on his music.  I continued; Band is Daniel’s favorite subject and jeopardizing his standing in the band is the last thing in the world he would want to do.

Daniel has, throughout my illness been rather stoic and a little unconcerned.  I think that’s just typical macho pre-teen front.  I can’t imagine any other scenario in which he would miss a concert.  I know he can play the music.  I’ve heard him do it.  So nothing else makes sense.

From my initial diagnosis we have been very cognizant of how Rachel was handling things.  Daniel had appeared to be just fine, although I will admit, he has been spending a lot more time with me than he ever has in the past.  I think it’s time we pay more attention to his feelings about this as well.

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