Catching up...

They should start sheetrocking the new house probably today, and start bricking next week. They guy says it should be ready for closing in about 9 weeks. Now if we could just get this one sold . . . .

Today was the Dad's Breakfast at school. Steven obviously wasn't going to be there, so Dad (Pop) went with Ethan. I should probably call and find out how that went! lol!

I guess there is nothing else really to catch up on . . . kinda boring around here, really.

Conversations with Claire...

Driving down Tree Lane after dropping the other 2 off at school...

Claire: Hey! Watch it asshole!

Me: Claire - those aren't words you should be saying.

Claire: Well, that guy almost hit our car! And that's what you say when someone almost hits your car.


*laughing my ass off!*

Idunno...

I really don't.

What kind of dog am I?

Apparently, a German Pinscher. I hate those damn dogs! They are described as being high spirited and self possessed, bull headed and stubborn . . . well, maybe I am a German Pinscher after all! rofl!

Just when is a person committable???

Is it when they've been crying since last Thursday? When they want to release all the pressure by blowing their fucking brains out? Or is it when they start thinking that Andrea Yates had a good idea???

But if you can still rationalize that these are all bad ideas, does that mean you are still ok? Or are you bad because you thought them anyway?

I really believe that Ethan is mine for a reason, but I cannot for the life of me figure out why! I'm so wrong for him. So bad! No one who was good for him would think these things. He has so much he is going to have to fight through, and on top of it all he has me making it worse! If he ends up killing himself one day, the blame is squarely on me. Sometimes, I think he would be better off without me, then I think no one else will ever love him as much as I do, and no one else will ever fight for him like I do, and will. All I want is for him to be happy and healthy, but I'm not doing a very good job in helping him achieve those goals.

He never even kissed me...

Not once. The entire weekend. He was in San Antonio all week long . . . Sunday through Friday . . . and he just left to go back to SA a little while ago . . . not one single kiss. Not even hello or goodbye.

Dad came over...

And we did the yard . . . mowed, trimmed bushes, edged, weed eated and pulled, then swept it all up. It's nice doing that with Dad . . . he just does his part and doesn't talk to me . . . nice and quiet, just like I like it!