So This Is Christmas?

I could rant my face off about how bad things have been but those efforts would be severely misappropriated. Is it fair for me to carry on at the expense of others when I am in pain and suffering most agressively? Absolutely not and let me tell you, I am a better person for self-soothing because every time I turn my head someone is going through something much worse that I could manage. I call to the stand the case of the stolen child. A very important friend of mine has been having a seriously unfortunate custody battle over her son. Its been going on for quite some time and while she wants to assault the defense she has to play the game judiciously so here goes.

I am shoveling the hovel of snow that settled on my driveway when my mobile chimed at the ungodly hour. Being a newly adapted night owl I was suprised that anyone would be up this late as I delicately shovel away as to not wake the neigbors. My insomnia works wonders for daunting tasks I may add. Alas it was T calling me for my advice (and I never claimed to be an attorney however suggestively so by most of my circle). She was calling as her son was literally kidnapped by a member of her ex's family and taken out of state; snowy night, 3 hours out of the way....what was the rationale? Law states you must have documented and notarized permission from BOTH involved parents to remove a minor from state. So T being a heavily involved parent was IRATE at the notion that someone would idly remove her child from the state without her permission in a crazy snowstorm.

So she asked me what she should do. Her family was not willing to get involved. Now in my permission and experiences with kidnapping and abuse I suggested the best way to handle it without legal implications, trespassing etc I suggested(after giving her the mapquest directions to the address of course for backup) she contact authorities and go from there.

Lil Wayne has this song that calls to mind "comfortable," and it discusses not getting too comfortable. I cannot remember the last time I felt comfortable at all. Every morning when I rise I feel angry, tense and disappointed, but that is just my internal disdain. I may paint a pretty picture because otherwise no one would tolerate my "american splendor" disposition. Like a clown with makeup; so here is a girl trying to get her life in order and someone steals her son from her and refuses to bring him back. I was ready to gas up the trailblazer and hit the highway. Really people.....is there no more comfort zone?

And might I make an additional statement....its fucking Christmas.........can we get a fucking break here?