Crazy Town might be Hotel California.

I have been a part of some crazy shenanigans in the past year or so dealing with my ex-wife and her family but, the past week and a half has presented itself with challenges that I didn't think I would ever have to deal with or even be presented with.

My interactions with her family have been constant and while they present themselves as caring for me and being empathetic to my situation I am completely certain that they are interested in being helpful to the point that it makes sure they will be able to see my son. I mean they tried to get custody of him when we were were first split ! That went well for them. I understand this and use this to my advantage as best I can. It helps with some of my household chores and things around the house but, mostly it is just giving me a day a week to take care of the things I need to take of in my life.

That being said my son is happy and healthy and we are doing great. We have our struggles like any family but, we are moving forward and choosing to move forward. That is a lesson I have learned from a new old friend. She is one of the most positive people I have ever met.

Which, brings my next calamity moment of the past week.

I was the victim of a cruel and vicious joke when I was in high school. I was elected class president my senior year. I was unaware that this would mean that, much like some forlorn character in a movie, I was now indentured to my class for the rest of my life.

With this dubious honor comes the task of reunions apparently. Long story short, I have been working on this reunion thing for a little over four months now. I finally got what I thought was the ball rolling pretty effeciently from five hours away.

HOWEVER, in a matte of minutes I was informed by one group that I was doing nothing and that I should , butt out, and by a whole other hostile group that I was trying to do it all by myself and wouldn't listen to anyone. This literally happened within minutes of each other,

So I quit and I have been happy for it.

it seems to me like my life is a series of events in a circle. I can try and be reasonable and it doesn't work. I set my limits and try to make my life normal and it eventually is turned back into a carnival ride. I hate the song Hotel California but, I sure as hell understand it now.

take care and watch out for bird poop. (one of my all time fears is to be pooped on by a bird)