2004-03-28 - 12:01 a.m.
Well, eight years ago today, I gave birth (at 4:00 a.m.)
to a beautiful little girl. Stephanie is 8 now. Now, I
have old children. She did her share of reversion...which
is the lovely attitude they get around their birthdays where
they stress out and throw fits and act younger than the
age they are now not to mention, the age they are soon
going to become. I had a full day. We fought, we played
Red Riding Hood...while dropping off groceries at "Grandmother's
House" and we had dinner at Applebee's where they sang to her,
cuz that's what she wanted...awwwwww, so...then we went to
the schizophrenic grandma's "house" where we discovered she
is staying with several retarded people. No, I'm not
just being a bitch and saying, "damn, those people are
retarded!" They really were. Her brother is developmentally
disabled...which would be my daughters' great uncle...so,
he has retarded friends, cuz he gets grouped with people
of that nature throughout his daily life. Anyway...trying
to get answers out of her is like pushing the wrong button
on an automated voice prompt system. NO, gottdamnit, I did
not ask if his ex-girlfriend was crazy, I asked for the
name of his fucking company!!! Yes, we were talking about
my ex, who is her son, who sucks total ass.
So, now I have a very big headache. I also had to help my
mom out today...she had done most of the stuff herself. My
big sister happened by with her 12 year old skateboarding
son...I am surprised at what she accepts nowadays. My daughters
were fighting like WWF wrestlers when they are doing the
interviews...and then their opponent busts in and they start
all the name-calling...yeah, like that. So, I'm all apologetic,
and my mother, the broken nerve woman, starts crying, and
my sister goes: "Mom, they are kids, they are going to
fight, don't cry about it." Then, I felt all guilty cuz
I showed up fairly late thinking my mom only needed groceries...
not all of her laundry done (how was I to know???) and she
told my sister she was hurting from doing everything herself,
like starting the laundry, and pulling the sheets off the
bed, and taking a shower...and my sister was like: "well,
that's good that you did that by yourself, you'll get better
soon." Whew. I was so off the hook for slacking.
So, Steph is staying the night at Grandma's. And Chloe wanted
to do the la-ti-da night that Steph had the previous week, but
I was all like: "Chloe, we can't go downtown and visit bar
doorways with your little brother here." She understood...
sort of...so I drove by everything downtown instead and
pointed everything out to her and she was satisfied knowing
that one day I WOULD pawn Jimmy off to someone else and take
her down there by herself like big sister, Stephanie got to.
I like the voice of the guy on the true crime documentaries.
He's nice and somber...if the voice of the weird E! swingers
shows was the voice for the true crime shows...you just
wouldn't take the terms "blood spatter" and "rock solid alibi"
all that seriously. You know? Sighhhhhhhh.
My neck hurts along with my headache. Which brings me into
a hypochondriac state...I know two people with Multiple
Sclerosis...and they both never saw it coming but both had
weird pain and headaches and sciatica before they were diagnosed.
So, naturally, whenever, and I mean WHENEVER, I get headaches
like this or weird pains or just plain weird body problems...
I wonder, "when are they going to finally diagnose me with
M.S.?" Yep. It's true.
Speaking of E!...earlier, Chloe was watching Britney Spears
on a documentary...and then that show that I call the swingers
show came on...I never know the name cuz I never make it a point
to watch it. When I first see the bathing suits and boobs, etc.,
I get briefly turned on and then realize that I'm not a lesbian.
But, it came on right after the B. Spears thing...and I know
I asked Chloe if she was still awake like ten mins. before
it ended...and she was all like, yeah. So, I turned around
to see if it was over...and that is when the other show came
on to show the average public who are home on a Saturday
night, places in Belize where you can have sex under a
waterfall, and see mud wrestling in a bar where EVERYBODY
looks like a hot Playboy mansion resident...and I saw the
mud wrestlers...and the bikinis being ripped off, and I was
all like: "Chloe! What are you watching!!??" And then
I looked and she was passed out. Whew. I changed it...well,
not right away. But, I changed it. Okay. Bye for now.
My head is frigging killing me.
