Wanting life to slow the fuck down
I've been too busy with stuff to update lately. Last week-end I went with Kelly (and Dobber 'n' Shirtninja) to the invasion of Phoenix Tears (by Tal dagore or whatever, I'll look that up later) down in Springfield- which I need to remember to get ahold of Mira and Kelly, because I'm missing a pair of socks and a swimsuit top.
But as soon as I got home, I learned we were to go to Mt. Vernon, to meet Chealea, my future step-daughter. She adores Bill, wouldn't stop smiling at him (they look so much alike it's scary). Such a beautiful girl, too, and smart as a tack. It's sad to think she'll be down there, instead of up here with us. Let's leave it as she's not getting a fifth of the money she's supposed to, no clothes (jeans specificaly) that fit her properly, and her mention of lack of books just about broke my heart. When she moves into her new house, I'll get her a subscription to National Geographic, which she expressed great interest in, maybe some more things. It's hard to descide, because whatever we get her is officialy property of her guardian (who I won't name), who seems to keep her for the child support (for FUCK'S SAKE you can't bitch about finding Chealea a ride to her father's wedding while you play games on a fucking cellphone and sitting next to your brand new computer which she boasted cost.. heh more than my wedding dress). We took Chealea clothes shopping, and she ripped the tags off as soon as possible because she didn't want them taken back. Gggrrroowwll. But anyway, that's enough of that, I could go on all day.
Now off to Mom's, where we'll trash about the wedding. It seems thats all we're doing anymore. The fabric swatches haven't come in yet, and I hope that *bleep* realizes I meant September first, not a month later and an appology. Gah. At least Aunt Christine understands, lol, but when doesn't she? hehehe
Now I just have to figure out a way to put Chealea into the wedding, and seated happily. She seemed so shy, so it'll take some careful prodding to talk her into going down the aisle, sitting at the head table, ect... Huh. I wonder where she'd sit?
But as soon as I got home, I learned we were to go to Mt. Vernon, to meet Chealea, my future step-daughter. She adores Bill, wouldn't stop smiling at him (they look so much alike it's scary). Such a beautiful girl, too, and smart as a tack. It's sad to think she'll be down there, instead of up here with us. Let's leave it as she's not getting a fifth of the money she's supposed to, no clothes (jeans specificaly) that fit her properly, and her mention of lack of books just about broke my heart. When she moves into her new house, I'll get her a subscription to National Geographic, which she expressed great interest in, maybe some more things. It's hard to descide, because whatever we get her is officialy property of her guardian (who I won't name), who seems to keep her for the child support (for FUCK'S SAKE you can't bitch about finding Chealea a ride to her father's wedding while you play games on a fucking cellphone and sitting next to your brand new computer which she boasted cost.. heh more than my wedding dress). We took Chealea clothes shopping, and she ripped the tags off as soon as possible because she didn't want them taken back. Gggrrroowwll. But anyway, that's enough of that, I could go on all day.
Now off to Mom's, where we'll trash about the wedding. It seems thats all we're doing anymore. The fabric swatches haven't come in yet, and I hope that *bleep* realizes I meant September first, not a month later and an appology. Gah. At least Aunt Christine understands, lol, but when doesn't she? hehehe
Now I just have to figure out a way to put Chealea into the wedding, and seated happily. She seemed so shy, so it'll take some careful prodding to talk her into going down the aisle, sitting at the head table, ect... Huh. I wonder where she'd sit?