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letters Yesterday was interesting I suppose. Heather came home from her friends house, with black nail polish on, black lip stick and presents herself to me. I was sitting outside, enjoying the nice weather reading when this occurred. I looked at my beautiful child and kept my temper in check. I think it all looked hideous but as I stated, I held my tongue. She asked if I noticed anything different about her? Hmmm, I was torn between answers that went something along the lines of "You joined some marilyn mason look alike club and lost?" But instead, common sense prevailed and I simply stated "You are wearing makeup and polished your nails?" She replied "Anything else Mom? Like my hair??" Now forced to study the childs hair, I could not see anything at all different about it and got paranoid that it was a trick question. Well apparently she had sprayed some black temporary dye stuff in her hair. Only problem was it is the excat color of her hair so no I wouldn't see the difference. She then announced she is offically 'gothic' now. I asked her if she would like me to start buying her all black stuff on her birthday and such. She was so disappointed in my lack of reaction to this that she went directly in the house and removed the nail polish, washed her hair and face and returned my beautiful child. Shes just going through a stage and I know that. The stage is turning 13, being in middle school, no longer a child but certainly no where near being a woman, facing the onset of the transformation from child to teen and all the uncertainities of what is expected and how to carve out a niche for herself. I remember that age ...vaguely. Amy and the baby also came over. She had idiot drop her off here and then the plan was Jamie would pick her up after he got off work. Before idiot left he took my atm card and went to the store for me. I asked him not to spend more then x amount of $. I implored him that all I had in my account is x amount of dollars. Ofcourse, I should take the blame for this next part as I let him have the card and trusted him to abide by something important. He overdrew me. He hasn't the extra cash to cover it either. Amy and I watched movies and then I gave the baby a bath. She is a squirmy little thing. She hates the water. Weird. Okay in an earlier entry I wrote about how I chastised Amy for not having Jamies dinner hot ready and waiting upon his arrival.. I was wrong. He is not worth that kind of treatment. Not at all.. in fact, he should be made to cook for himself or starve. She had taken great pains last night to make certain he had a nice dinner on the table when he got in. She had already told me that he had woken up that day in a terrible mood and was still cussing and spitting about having to get up and go to work, so I do not know why I expected his mood to change 10 hours later. He was just an ass about everything last night. Lets put it this way , I ended up giving his dinner to the dog. He refused to eat, he wouldnt even go over to the table for about 45 minutes and me having to say something about his meal getting cold. Then he told Amy to shut up, right in front of me. Sheeeeeeesssssh. She did reply with a hardy "Fuck You" but this is not the way a couple should act, least not in my opinion. They didn't actually leave til about 4 a.m. oog Tomorrow I have a midterm in C++. I am not nervous but a tad apprehensive about it, seeing how hard the Visual C++ one was. Today when Lisa came home from Tara's, Destiny (retarded lady next door) told her she had some of our mail that the mailman accidently delivered to her box and not ours. Now why she held on to it all weekend til she saw Lisa , when she has seen me at least four different occassions this weekend is beyond me... like I said .. retarded. Turns out one of the letters was from Reggie. Reggie is a man who Jennifer used to converse with and write too that is in prison. His charges range but the most serious ones are 2 counts of first degree pre-meditated murder. Comforting eh? Yeah . So he wrote Lisa a letter, and me one too. It is a very nice letter, congratulating me on graduation etc. He knows that Jen is with Grant (frying pan to the fire) and really didnt mention her in either letter. He has beautiful handwriting and sounds very educated and nice. I had to keep reminding myself of said charges. I wrote back a polite reply but I am not comfortable with this really. Okay, lets examine it for a moment, my 17 yr old daughter and I are getting letters from a Prison, from a convicted murderer. Yep I think I have good reason to be concerned about this. In the letter he assured me that he keeps checking up on us and how we are through his "connections" in the free world. He did know about my graduation, my birthday and about Dana's birth. I don't know how nor does Lisa. Jen is not speaking with him so she is not how he found these things out. I am not even sure I wanna know how he knows. I am more curious as to why he knows? I mean why would he care what my family or I are doing or how we are? Strange? Yes, very strange, but in my life strange is normal and normal is just outta reach. But he is very nice or least to us, and it was considerate of him to send a letter commerating those things. (blows a strand of hair outta her face) Oh btw my poor guestbook is getting dusty! (hint hint.. ok shameless plug for a sign) |