The job in Alabama fell through. No big deal on it's own. Probably good in a way too. I've picked up a film job that starts on Tuesday, for a month. Committed to that, we'll be looking to move right after that show wraps up.
Of course, we've started my US immigration, so that should be pretty straight forward when time comes. Unless Crysta doesn't find a job. Because if she doesn't have a job when this project wraps, I'm going to have to find another one. We can't afford for both of us to be out of work, not at all. We're so broke. We just used every last penny to enable us to move if she does get one. If she doesn't then we're pretty much screwed. The kids can't go to school in Canada unless we start and immigration process for her and them. Which will cost another grand on top of the 300 odd that the US one cost. Simply put, that won't happen. Which means that the kids can't go to school. Cameron missed most of his Kindergarten year, we're concerned about his ability to fit into a First Grade, missing any more time is unconscionable.
Saturday, August 7, 2004
Legal
Wow.
Friday, Crysta's divorce came through. Monday we applied for a marriage license. Thursday we finally made our marriage legal. A frustrating and seeming minor piece of paper. But at least now it's all officially recognised.
Our honey moon was three rounds of ten pin and a night in a cheap Seattle hotel. Then up at 5:45 so we could go stand in the rain for an hour and a half (under dressed of course, seriously under dressed) just so the clerk at US Immigration could hand us a wad of useless papers. Turns out we had pretty much everything we needed off the internet and when they said 'file' with the INS office, mail was fine. Anyway, got that done, and Crysta's name officially changed too.
Got home to mail from New Zealand. Michelles lawyer feels that "it is important that [I] understand that the interest of the children must be promoted sometimes at the expense of the needs of the parent." Which translates as it's good for the children not to stay overnight with me. Go figure, wish we had her lawyer. Maybe then we wouldn't be forced to send our other kids to stay with their abusive, convicted fellon, father for 8 weeks every summer.
You'd think I was asking for a lot, I sure don't think so. I have limited (and even more limited than planned now,) opportunity to see them, so I ask to have them for a week when I get down there once every two years or so. Apparently that is too traumatic for them, no overnight stays. Gee, I wonder who would really be traumatised by that?
So happy to hear, from everyone except my ex, that the kids are well. Especially Matthew, comming out of his shell and smiling again. He was such a happy and outgoing child, the youth he was growing into concerned me. Wish I was there to watch over him, be his mentor, friend, dad.
Friday, Crysta's divorce came through. Monday we applied for a marriage license. Thursday we finally made our marriage legal. A frustrating and seeming minor piece of paper. But at least now it's all officially recognised.
Our honey moon was three rounds of ten pin and a night in a cheap Seattle hotel. Then up at 5:45 so we could go stand in the rain for an hour and a half (under dressed of course, seriously under dressed) just so the clerk at US Immigration could hand us a wad of useless papers. Turns out we had pretty much everything we needed off the internet and when they said 'file' with the INS office, mail was fine. Anyway, got that done, and Crysta's name officially changed too.
Got home to mail from New Zealand. Michelles lawyer feels that "it is important that [I] understand that the interest of the children must be promoted sometimes at the expense of the needs of the parent." Which translates as it's good for the children not to stay overnight with me. Go figure, wish we had her lawyer. Maybe then we wouldn't be forced to send our other kids to stay with their abusive, convicted fellon, father for 8 weeks every summer.
You'd think I was asking for a lot, I sure don't think so. I have limited (and even more limited than planned now,) opportunity to see them, so I ask to have them for a week when I get down there once every two years or so. Apparently that is too traumatic for them, no overnight stays. Gee, I wonder who would really be traumatised by that?
So happy to hear, from everyone except my ex, that the kids are well. Especially Matthew, comming out of his shell and smiling again. He was such a happy and outgoing child, the youth he was growing into concerned me. Wish I was there to watch over him, be his mentor, friend, dad.
Monday, August 2, 2004
Fahrenheit 9/11
Wow. We just got home, what an event.
Crysta and I left the theatre, found the car and drove half way home before either of us said a single word. Whatever you can say about it, it affects you. Crysta just said "I can't believe we're thinking such completely different things about that movie." So true.
As an outsider, (and I always get in trouble with the insiders for my opinions, especially strongly held opinions) I loath and always have loathed Bush and his regime. But now I loathe Michael Moore too. This documentary disgusted me.
One of the parts to the documentary was an analysis of how the 'alert status', television coverage and warnings were skillfully manipulated to maintain a tension in the American people. Tension that erodes, and controls. Talking about skillful manipulation . . . Moore has taken so many clips from so many sources and strung them together in such a way that his caricatures say whatever was on his script.
By taking publicly available footage no one can doubt the facts, but I for one doubt the greater conclusions he asks us to draw by the strings. The segments that dealt with longer interviews and extended news coverage were enlightening, moving and frightening. The spliced together clips reminded me of a Simpson’s episode, or perhaps a three ringed circus.
Bush is corrupt and his regime a risk to the whole world, and particularly America, which for all my ribbing, is quite conceivable the greatest nation of our times.
Crysta and I left the theatre, found the car and drove half way home before either of us said a single word. Whatever you can say about it, it affects you. Crysta just said "I can't believe we're thinking such completely different things about that movie." So true.
As an outsider, (and I always get in trouble with the insiders for my opinions, especially strongly held opinions) I loath and always have loathed Bush and his regime. But now I loathe Michael Moore too. This documentary disgusted me.
One of the parts to the documentary was an analysis of how the 'alert status', television coverage and warnings were skillfully manipulated to maintain a tension in the American people. Tension that erodes, and controls. Talking about skillful manipulation . . . Moore has taken so many clips from so many sources and strung them together in such a way that his caricatures say whatever was on his script.
By taking publicly available footage no one can doubt the facts, but I for one doubt the greater conclusions he asks us to draw by the strings. The segments that dealt with longer interviews and extended news coverage were enlightening, moving and frightening. The spliced together clips reminded me of a Simpson’s episode, or perhaps a three ringed circus.
Bush is corrupt and his regime a risk to the whole world, and particularly America, which for all my ribbing, is quite conceivable the greatest nation of our times.
Saturday, July 31, 2004
OMG OMG OMG
Oh My God
Well, pretty much out of nowhere a whole bunch of stuff has come to a head all at once. Crysta's divorce finally came through. And she came to the realisation that being a good mom doesn't mean she's a good housewife - and besides home maker is a job she loathes. So she started looking at jobs, just poking around testing the waters.
Well, she got a whole lot of interest from some paper in Alabama. Good weather, aprox 10,000 pop, good pay, sounds great! So we might be moving, in the next two weeks.
Of course, I can't imigrate yet, so first we have to get a marriage license, get married and get a visa. In about 5 days. Dear god.
Then, if she gets the job, we need to pack up everything and drive a truckload 3000 miles across continent, and find a house so she can start by mid August. Probably a good thing the kids are in Arizona.
Oh, and what about my kids? I told my Lulu that I would be there for her birthday. But I've known for a month now that that will be financially impossible, we're in a mess. (One good reason to move to a place where the average house price is about 10-20% of what it is here.) I've managed to put it off for the last three weekends, but I must call them. I feel like shit, I'm going to break theris hearts, and my own.
Well, pretty much out of nowhere a whole bunch of stuff has come to a head all at once. Crysta's divorce finally came through. And she came to the realisation that being a good mom doesn't mean she's a good housewife - and besides home maker is a job she loathes. So she started looking at jobs, just poking around testing the waters.
Well, she got a whole lot of interest from some paper in Alabama. Good weather, aprox 10,000 pop, good pay, sounds great! So we might be moving, in the next two weeks.
Of course, I can't imigrate yet, so first we have to get a marriage license, get married and get a visa. In about 5 days. Dear god.
Then, if she gets the job, we need to pack up everything and drive a truckload 3000 miles across continent, and find a house so she can start by mid August. Probably a good thing the kids are in Arizona.
Oh, and what about my kids? I told my Lulu that I would be there for her birthday. But I've known for a month now that that will be financially impossible, we're in a mess. (One good reason to move to a place where the average house price is about 10-20% of what it is here.) I've managed to put it off for the last three weekends, but I must call them. I feel like shit, I'm going to break theris hearts, and my own.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
I give up
Well, kinda. But I give up for now, more important things. The links for the items and the comments don't work, stupid. Can't figure out how to fix it for now. Might even remember to come back to this later.
Getting Frustrating
Spent hours at this when I should be focusing on my wife. Weather getting opressive.
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