“If you would have a faithful servant, and one that you like, serve yourself.” ~Benjamin Franklin
Moving on with the guardianship … remember that the day she turns 18, without my having legal guardianship, no one can tell me anything about Pearlsky medically, at school, etc. No exceptions, that’s the law. Uggh.
Today I received from the court the “Citation Giving Notice Of Petition For Appointment of Guardian For Incapacitated Person.” Sounds scary. Can you guess what I need to do with it?
It is ORDERED that a copy of this citation be:
Served, with a copy of the petition, in hand to PEARLSKY by a disinterested person at least Fourteen days prior to September 22, 2010.
This gives the servee, the incapacitated person, two weeks to get a lawyer to fight the petition for guardianship.
Yep, I need to have someone “serve” Pearlsky with this paper, a “disinterested” someone. Granted, these are legal words, I will have the nanny do it, and there is an affidavit she will then need to sign for the court that she served it.
On one hand I want to scream “what a crock of carp” this is, and frankly, it is. But then, where do they draw the line? You need to serve the paper to the person, especially if they will understand it. So then going from someone who will understand it and be able to react to it “down” to Pearlsky, where do you draw the line and not require serving it? So, they serve it, no matter what.
Back in college I was a bouncer for a while at a popular hole-in-the-wall across the street from the ball park. I had the reputation of carding everyone, and I mean EVERYONE. I would have carded Ghandi. It did not matter what you looked like, how old you appeared, etc., you got carded.
Hence, Pearlsky gets served. I ain’t fighting the judge. At least not on September 22.
I’ll serve the girl her papers, if you’d like.
OY!!! I tried to put up a comment under “anonymous” as a joke, and I was told by your site that it seemed a “little too spammy, go back and try again”!! Even your comment moderation is smart ass. “Spammy” indeed! I am no longer the disinterested party that I had hoped to be. Now I am just terribly offended. Geez…and I was looking for an excuse for a road trip. 😉
That’s crazy! Laws are so crazy. When I lost my boy, I had to give a statement to the police. To prove my boy was alive before he was killed. Because it’s the law. Doesn’t matter that someone killed him and that there were 42 witness’s. Right from his birth to his death, I had to talk about it all.
I remember sitting across from that policeman as he asked me questions and I could see how hard it was for him to remove himself emotionally from the task at hand and do his job. He was the arresting sargeant and he has fought for justice for my son and his friend and has been let down with us, by the laws. I could see the sorrow in his eyes for my boy, for us, for making us go through what he was putting me through.
Then, because I had to make a statement, I was classed as a witness, well that and the fact that my boy called me 45 minutes before it happened, and because I was a witness I was not going to be allowed into the court room until all the witness’s to what actually happened were questioned.
Of course I put up a fight against that, I am his mother and there was no way I would not be in that court room, for any court appearance.
The law sucks. For you. For me. For many. But it’s there for the good, for the bad and for reasons that are leave us bewildered.
As crazy as the law is, yeah…it makes sense. It’s to protect people like Pearlsky, not to rub it in. There is a chance that there is that one person who people perceive can’t make that decision who actually can and then legally they are bound to someone else. Or a parent that just wants to control their child for deviant means and unless the child can have a say they might end up in a situation that could be horrifying.
Every time I go pick up my son from his school I show my ID. To the woman who knows me by name, has commented on my hats, who has chatted with me about all kinds of subjects because I have a habit of getting there WAY too early.
She used to not ask everyone for ID. She does now. Why?
Because one day she was not there, and someone filled in for her. It was a day I was picking Bennett up. While sitting there several of the drivers who are provided by some special company did not have their badges, which she was asking for because she was new and knew no one. I became livid when I saw her ask for their ID’s the drivers got pissed because the other girl knew them and this temp girl should know them too. She was overwhelmed by it and let the driver’s take the kids they said they were responsible for.
In a very rare courageous moment for me I actually got up and said to the drivers that they should all be fucking ashamed of themselves. If I ever had my kid in your service and I found out this school gave my kid to one of you assholes who couldn’t show proper ID I’d try to get each and every one of you fired.
One of the other parents had to step in front of me cause I was about to go for one of the guys who started getting in my grill. Eventually I left.
Now, in the waiting room I always see ID’s being asked for and presented. I can’t say that this altercation was reported or had any influence, but it was good to see that they didn’t cut corners and realized the rule was to PROTECT THE KIDS not to make the person picking them up have an easier day.
Sorry…hit a nerve, I don’t mean to leave such a long comment.
Reminds me of the time my Hubby had to inform a state hospital resident of the death of his father. If there is no harm done in the implementation of the regulation I’m not prone to get on about over-regulation. That was not the case for Becca. Much harm. Thinking those rules should be changed.
Thankful that this is not another irritant for you, as you have enough to irritate you. Your tolerance of the process is part of how you are a good father to Pearlsky.
One thing, though…will the nanny, whose salary you pay, be considered a disinterested party by the court?