About
My name is Trish. I live in Houston, Texas, where I occasionally leave my house.
I work in the legal profession where I get to work with the best humanity has to offer: civil trial lawyers. Please don’t be jealous.
I grew up in a small town in east Texas and graduated from high school in a class of less than 145 students (the count is questionable since a few failed just days before graduation). The name of the town rhymes with Satan. I do not think that is a coincidence. Our class song was “Looks Like We Made It” by Barry Manilow. It was really that boring of a town. I escaped by going to college, where I was exposed to corruption and booze. I never looked back.
I was raised Southern Baptist in the Bible belt of southeast Texas. This means I learned hypocrisy and sarcasm at an early age. Most of the residents of my hometown think I’m a heathen. If this post is any indication, they’re right.
I began blogging in March 2002. Twenty-one months later, this website was the center of a nasty custody trial involving my son and his father. My blog entries were used to attack my character and I was forced to read many out loud in court. One of those entries is discussed here. The judge was obviously not familiar with blogging and was not amused at my attempts at sarcasm. I lost the battle, but eventually won the war. To all you single mothers who blog out there: Do not make up pet names for your ex. He will not think it is creative and your sarcasm will be lost on him.
I learned many things from blogging and my battles surrounding my custody trial. I am not a bad mother and I did not deserve anything that happened to me. If you stand in judgment of me or anyone else as a parent, you need to look in the mirror. The only thing that happened to me was that a pro-father’s rights, small town judge felt that my son needed to spend more time with his father, and my blog posts showed that I was not supporting that idea. Contrary to rumor and gossip, no one, including the judge, ever said I was an unfit mother. In fact, I was accused of being TOO protective of a mother.
I write about many things, but I no longer write about my son’s father or my custody trial. The judge entered a court order stating that my ex and I are not allowed to make disparaging statements about each other on the internet and I am not to use the pet name I coined for him on my previous blog. If you like to watch train wrecks and slow down to rubberneck on the freeway, you can read about some of my experiences on this website, such as here. If you want more details, make them up. Most people did, including my ex’s lawyers, so take your best shot. When I read some of my previous posts, I am filled with enormous guilt for not being more careful in what I wrote about my life with my son.
Unfortunately, my son’s father died in December of last year. Instead of making a short quip about it here, you can read about it here.
My son is why I still make attempts to stay sane. He is, in my opinion, one of the coolest kids around. I am not a proud mother, it is just a fact. I have a very dry sense of humor and my sarcastic personality usually offends people. Try to adapt.
NOTE: When I moved to Wordpress in March 2007, my archives didn’t
make it. I am still trying to recreate everything, but it’s a slow process. If anything is linked that doesn’t work, that is the reason why. I apologize for my lack of techie skillz.