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At last, a real entry.
I moved back to Indiana on July 5th. A few weeks later, someone that Joe knows moved into the house next to ours.
The landlord kind of sucks, but that seems to be a quality that landlords have (note: my parents are landlords, so don't get offended. Or get offended and watch me not care.)
I've spent most of the weekends bowling on Friday nights, but frustrated on Saturday nights when Joe would go out with his friends and left me taking care of Linus. He finally quit doing that when he started working on Saturdays, but I still don't get to see him very often.
I participated in a fundraiser walk a couple of weeks ago, and my neighbor watched Linus for a few hours that day. I could barely sleep the night before, I was so nervous. I knew she would take care of him because she has two kids of her own and she's a nurse, but it was the first time I had ever left him with someone else for that amount of time.
I'm trying to write a few different books, all at once, and I feel like I'm failing miserably. But I'm hopeful that i'll get something published.
And we're planning to buy a house next year, and have two more babies by 2012.
College is still on hold for me, but my youngest sister starts classes next Tuesday. My parents gave her money for graduating, but my mom expected her to pay for her trip to the orientation. When my sister refused (my dad had already told my mom that she was being ridiculous), my mom started complaining about how she couldn't afford a cup of coffee because of how selfish my sister was being.
I've lived in Indiana now for a month and a half, and my mom told me every week that she would come visit that weekend, and then tell me on Friday that she couldn't make it. Meanwhile, she kept complaining about how she had no money because she kept giving it to one of my sisters. I got tired of the routine and told her that I was sick of her acting that way, and that she needed to stop treating Linus like he didn't matter. She also told me a couple of weeks ago that she was going to move to Tennessee in October, and that she had planned to move on the first, but that London insisted on her staying for Evan's birthday. I asked her, "What about Ontario's birthday? Or Linus' birthday? Are you coming back for those?" She said she would have to see what her work schedule would be like when she moved. I told her that was the wrong answer and hung up on her. She called back to tell me she would move before Evan's birthday so that it would be fair to all of us. *sigh*
It was because of Emily that my mom did come visit last Monday night, but she asked Linus on Tuesday morning, "Do you want to come home with me?" and I said, "Tell her only if Mommy comes too, and that's if Daddy says it's okay." Instead of asking me if I wanted to visit, my mom just walked away.
No way in hell am I letting her take my son from me. I don't even like being out of the room during a visit. She's only seen him twice, anyway.
I found both of the local comic book stores in town, and one guy told me incorrect hours. I ended up walking two miles for no reason. The next day, I went to the other store and got issue #17. I love it.
Oh yeah, I cut my hair, too. It's just about shoulder-length now.
I moved back to Indiana on July 5th. A few weeks later, someone that Joe knows moved into the house next to ours.
The landlord kind of sucks, but that seems to be a quality that landlords have (note: my parents are landlords, so don't get offended. Or get offended and watch me not care.)
I've spent most of the weekends bowling on Friday nights, but frustrated on Saturday nights when Joe would go out with his friends and left me taking care of Linus. He finally quit doing that when he started working on Saturdays, but I still don't get to see him very often.
I participated in a fundraiser walk a couple of weeks ago, and my neighbor watched Linus for a few hours that day. I could barely sleep the night before, I was so nervous. I knew she would take care of him because she has two kids of her own and she's a nurse, but it was the first time I had ever left him with someone else for that amount of time.
I'm trying to write a few different books, all at once, and I feel like I'm failing miserably. But I'm hopeful that i'll get something published.
And we're planning to buy a house next year, and have two more babies by 2012.
College is still on hold for me, but my youngest sister starts classes next Tuesday. My parents gave her money for graduating, but my mom expected her to pay for her trip to the orientation. When my sister refused (my dad had already told my mom that she was being ridiculous), my mom started complaining about how she couldn't afford a cup of coffee because of how selfish my sister was being.
I've lived in Indiana now for a month and a half, and my mom told me every week that she would come visit that weekend, and then tell me on Friday that she couldn't make it. Meanwhile, she kept complaining about how she had no money because she kept giving it to one of my sisters. I got tired of the routine and told her that I was sick of her acting that way, and that she needed to stop treating Linus like he didn't matter. She also told me a couple of weeks ago that she was going to move to Tennessee in October, and that she had planned to move on the first, but that London insisted on her staying for Evan's birthday. I asked her, "What about Ontario's birthday? Or Linus' birthday? Are you coming back for those?" She said she would have to see what her work schedule would be like when she moved. I told her that was the wrong answer and hung up on her. She called back to tell me she would move before Evan's birthday so that it would be fair to all of us. *sigh*
It was because of Emily that my mom did come visit last Monday night, but she asked Linus on Tuesday morning, "Do you want to come home with me?" and I said, "Tell her only if Mommy comes too, and that's if Daddy says it's okay." Instead of asking me if I wanted to visit, my mom just walked away.
No way in hell am I letting her take my son from me. I don't even like being out of the room during a visit. She's only seen him twice, anyway.
I found both of the local comic book stores in town, and one guy told me incorrect hours. I ended up walking two miles for no reason. The next day, I went to the other store and got issue #17. I love it.
Oh yeah, I cut my hair, too. It's just about shoulder-length now.